Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 694 Sense of Crisis

At 1:30 pm on Friday, during the physical education class for Class 6 of Grade 3, the outdoor sports field, which was scorching in the sun, was deserted.

Even standing outside the stadium, you can hear the noise coming from inside.

One sound was the rapid thud of a basketball hitting the ground, accompanied by quick, hurried footsteps and the heavy breathing of the boys.

Another sound was lighter and more delicate, the rhythmic sound of volleyballs hitting arms ringing out intermittently, the girls' indoor shoes nimbly stepping onto the wooden floor, their graceful figures leaping into the air time and time again.

Mochizuki Haruka leaped high into the air once more, her body arching backward, her limbs stretching naturally in the air, her tied ponytail swaying—in the eyes of the girls watching, she was as beautiful as a painting, making them subconsciously concentrate and slow their breathing.

The girl's bent, fair right arm slapped down powerfully, like a tightly compressed, delicate spring, releasing force that sent the volleyball plummeting straight to the ground, unstoppable.

The girls on the sidelines stared wide-eyed as Tomatsu Yuka leaned forward, her arms clasped together, and raised to meet the volleyball as it struck downwards.

The ball made a crisp, loud sound as it hit the arm, soaring up to the roof of the gymnasium. The boys on the other side of the court who had just scored all looked over, but unfortunately, they could only see the backs of the girls who had unconsciously stood up by the side of the volleyball court.

Unfortunately, this time the volleyball didn't bounce as beautifully as before. The girl's arm tilted to one side due to the force, and the volleyball flew out at an angle and hit the ground.

"Beep—" The female teacher, acting as the referee, blew the whistle hanging around her neck and raised her right arm high.

"Group A wins this match!"

The quiet ends of the net immediately erupted into noise. The girls on the left surrounded the hero, cheering and celebrating. The girl who delivered the winning goal slightly raised her chin, looking both reserved and proudly adorable.

"Alright, alright, the losing side is off the field and will be replaced!"

Mochizuki blinked and looked at the crowd on the other side.

The defeated Group B wasn't too discouraged, after all, it was just a friendly match in class. They simply sat around Tomatsu Yuka on the sidelines, concerned about her arm that had caught several spikes.

The victorious girl raised her chin again, gazing at the helpless smile on the face of the surrounded girl.

Useless fellow... deserves to taste the bitterness of defeat.

However, Mochizuki Haruka's joy vanished immediately, because Tomatsu Yuka, who was resting on the sidelines, stood up again and walked towards the other end of the stadium.

Ahead of the girl was Jun Matsueda, who had just stepped off the basketball court and was also approaching her.

"..." Mochizuki Haruka clenched her small hands, watching the two sit down at the intersection of the male and female areas, leaning intimately against each other.

Why aren't there any rules against dating in the school? She wondered expressionlessly.

"Mochizuki-chan, it's time for your turn!"

Hearing excited shouts from her companions, Mochizuki Haruka glanced at the boy and girl sitting in the distance before letting out a cold snort and turning to walk onto the field.

Jun Matsueda sat down against the edge of the raised stage inside the stadium and put the girl's arm on his lap.

"Is Yuhua alright?" He gently rubbed the red mark on her fair forearm.

"We heard you catch the ball on the other side."

"It's alright," Tomatsu Yuka said with a smile, raising her arm.

"The volleyball is quite soft, I only received it. The mark looks pretty bad, but it should fade by the afternoon."

"But Mochizuki-san," she turned to look at the volleyball bouncing in the air again, "their team has won two games in a row, they're really impressive."

The boy followed her gaze toward the volleyball court. Just then, Mochizuki Haruka leaped into the air once more. The girl, suspended in mid-air, seemed to glance at him before quickly slashing down with her raised right hand.

The opponent, having failed to save the ball, let out a frustrated cry. Jun Matsue watched as the girl's flowing ponytail fell from the air, obscured by the back of the girl on the sidelines.

"Mochizuki is definitely still angry." Matsueda Jun's gaze returned to what was in front of him, looking at the fine beads of sweat on Tomatsu Yuka's neck.

“These past few days, apart from handing out homework and doing chores, she has hardly spoken to me.”

"Really?" Tomatsu Yuka smiled, pulled a wet wipe from the pocket of her athletic shorts, and wiped the fine sweat from her neck following the boy's gaze.

"But she's been secretly watching you all along~"

"When Jun-kun was cleaning the blackboard, when he was chatting with the boys in the hallway, and when Kominato-sensei called him over to give him instructions, Mochizuki-san was watching from behind. You just didn't notice."

Matsueda Jun looked into her bright brown eyes, "You actually have a moment when you speak up for Mochizuki?"

"I just didn't want to hurt Jun-kun's feelings~" The girl raised the corners of her lips.

The wet wipe in her hand slid down her neck, following the graceful lines, and Tomatsu Yuka reached out and pulled open her collar a little to wipe her collarbone.

"I've said before that I won't oppose Tsunkun; I just want to make you happy~"

Jun Matsuoka watched her somewhat bold movements, but he was not swayed by the delicate skin beneath her neckline.

This guy said something similar back then, and then used the guise of caring for him to lure him into guiding the senior and getting revenge on her...

"It's so hot, Jun-kun, you should wipe your sweat, right?" Tomatsu Yuka pulled out another wet wipe and waved it in front of the boy.

Jun Matsue didn't say anything, but leaned his upper body against hers. The girl smiled and smoothed his bangs, pressing a wet wipe onto his forehead.

A cool, moist sensation came from his forehead. Jun Matsue looked at the girl's cheek close to his, her expression focused as she carefully wiped away the sticky sweat from the side of her face and neck.

Although there was no direct sunlight inside the gymnasium, it was still stuffy and hot. Tomatsu Yuka lowered her head, changed her wet wipe, and began to wipe the boy's arm. Her face, still flushed from exercising, looked particularly ambiguous.

To make it easier to move around, the girl put her smooth black hair up in a bun. She bent over and focused on wiping her sweat, and the full bun at the back of her head swayed back and forth in front of the boy.

"Alright~" Wiping the sweat from her arms, Tomatsu Yuka straightened up and nodded in satisfaction.

"Is Chun-jun sweating on his chest too?" She turned her head to the side and brushed a strand of hair that had fallen by her ear.

"Would you like me to wipe it off for you?"

"..." Jun Matsueda picked up the wet wipes packet that the girl had placed on her lap. "I can do it myself."

It must be admitted that after experiencing the pleasures of lovemaking, Tomatsu's skills in displaying his charm became increasingly natural.

Looking at the boy's muscular chest, Tomatsu Yuka pinched his arm.

"Is Jun-kun free on Sunday?"

Jun Matsue looked up, and the girl continued, "If you have time, how about coming to my house to study together?"

Her rosy lips parted slightly, "Mom has to work overtime at the company on Sunday, she won't be home all day~"

"...Is it really about studying?" the boy asked.

Tomatsu Yuka winked seductively, but didn't say anything.

Jun Matsue hesitated for a moment, holding the wet wipe. "I'm going to visit Kurusu's new office this Sunday."

"So you're too busy?" The girl puffed out her cheeks, looking somewhat aggrieved.

"How about Saturday?" the boy asked tentatively. "Could I ask for a day off from my part-time job?"

“Isn’t that tomorrow?” Tomatsu Yuka frowned slightly. “It’s not good to ask for leave at the last minute, and Mom is resting at home too.” Matsueda Jun glanced around to make sure no one was watching before speaking.

"We can continue to the hotel."

The girl shook her head. "We can't go to a hotel every time, can we?"

"Let's talk about it next week then." She stuck out her tongue. "I'm not in that rush."

"Aren't you in a hurry?" The boy felt her warm little hand pressing on his thigh.

However, Jun Matsue did not intend to change his weekend plans, since he had already promised to come to Kurusu.

Moreover, this would give Tomatsu a sense of crisis, as he looked at the honey-colored eyes beside him.

He hasn't been able to break through Mochizuki's cold war yet. If Tomatsu feels that he's the only one in power, the girl might start playing mind games again.

"Would you like something to drink?" Jun Matsue gently moved the girl's arm away from him.

"It's still so hot these days. You need to be extra hydrated after exercising to avoid heatstroke."

"Just buy me a bottle of Pocari Sweat, Jun-kun." Tomatsu Yuka stuffed the used wipes into the bag, stood up, and patted her thigh.

I'm going to the bathroom to throw out the trash.

Watching the girl walk towards the corner of the gymnasium, Jun Matsueda then stood up.

Before he left the gymnasium to look for a vending machine, another cheer erupted from the volleyball court, which was surrounded by girls.

The boy turned around and saw a petite girl, panting, leading her companions off the field to welcome the three-time champion team's coronation.

Jun Matsue stopped and watched as the audience placed small flower wreaths, which had been made at some unknown time, on the girls' heads. After a burst of noise, a girl walked through the crowd and headed straight for him.

Mochizuki Haruka stopped in front of the boy, her slightly raised chest heaving more rapidly than usual.

"Congratulations~" Jun Matsue smiled and clapped softly, "The wreath is beautiful."

The flower wreath on the girl's head was made of small yellow and white flowers from the school lawn, probably picked by the girls on their way to buy water during their break. Although simple and unpretentious, it perfectly complemented her neat high ponytail, highlighting her unique pure and innocent beauty.

"Would you like to wipe your sweat, Mochizuki? You look a little tired."

The boy took out a tissue from his pocket, but Mochizuki Haruka pushed it away.

“I have my own.” The girl glared at him and took out a wet wipe to wipe her sweat.

She used to enjoy the treatment of having pine branches wipe her mouth after meals, so she didn't care about the pack of tissues handed to her now!

Slightly calming her breathing and wiping the glistening beads of sweat from her neck, Mochizuki straightened up, her gaze towards the boy now carrying a hint of fierce aggression.

What were you just saying to Tomatsu Yuka?

Jun Matsue blinked. "Weren't you playing on the field at that time?"

The girl turned her face away and did not answer his question.

Mochizuki Haruka was obviously playing a game, but playing volleyball didn't stop her from observing the annoying couple sitting in the distance—the way the boy and girl were whispering to each other was really infuriating.

Even if she had done something more intimate with Songzhi before, it didn't stop her from gritting her teeth now!
Seeing Mochizuki's angry expression, Matsueda Jun laughed instead.

"Secret."

Not giving the girl a chance to continue sulking, he continued.

"But if Mochizuki is willing to drink the Pocari Sweat I bought, I can tell you."

Mochizuki Haruka looked at his hands. "Where's the water?"

"I was just about to go buy it."

The girl glared at him again, said nothing more, and walked straight past the boy to sit down on a bench for resting.

Matsueda Jun quickly got up and went out. When he returned to the gymnasium with three bottles of Pocari Sweat, Mochizuki Haruka was still sitting on the sidelines, looking like she didn't want to be disturbed.

He took a bottle of water from his pocket and placed it next to the girl. Mochizuki Haruka immediately picked up the water bottle and moved her body to sit further away from the boy.

Jun Matsue unscrewed his Pocari Sweat and took a sip. The cool liquid, with its natural sweet and sour grapefruit flavor, went down his throat, instantly invigorating him.

Tightening the bottle cap, the boy looked towards the volleyball court not far away. Tomatsu Yuka's team was on the court again; the girl's round bun swayed among the crowd, making her look exceptionally youthful and lively.

"Didn't you guys go on another winning streak? Why aren't you playing anymore?"

The girl at the other end of the bench turned her head to look at him, then stared at her rival on the field.

"Didn't your team also have a winning streak? Why didn't you play?"

Matsueda Jun looked at the basketball court where the game was in full swing on the other side, "It's no fun to always win. It's better to let others play more and relax."

Mochizuki Haruka, holding the water bottle in her hand, looked to the other side. "Me too."

The girl's thoughts were, of course, not so simple—while she was winning the championship on the court, Tomatsu Tomoka, the loser, could be whispering sweet nothings to Matsue off the court...

It would be better to leave this guy on the field!
"So what were you saying to her before?" Mochizuki Haruka turned her head and looked at the boy's profile.

Jun Matsue was wearing the vest and shorts that the basketball team had given him, revealing his long and powerful limbs, the outline of his muscles gleaming under the indoor lights.

He tilted his head back and took another sip of water, his moving Adam's apple and smooth jawline attracting the girl's attention.

Even though the resentment in her heart had not dissipated, Mochizuki Haruka had to admit that Matsueda Jun was enough to win her a sliver of forgiveness just by looking at him.

"Only a trace," the girl emphasized to herself.

"We were talking about Sunday." The boy put down his water bottle.

"Yuka wanted to go on a date with me, but I have to go to visit the new agency with Kurusu on Sunday, so we'll have to postpone it."

The new office was originally run by the Mochizuki family, so the news that he accompanied her to visit the Kiyosei branch couldn't be kept from Mochizuki Haruka. It was better to tell her sooner rather than later.

"..." The girl frowned. "Tomoka Tomatsu has no objections?"

"No objection," Jun Matsue said, deliberately speaking in a nonchalant tone.

"Yuka is very understanding in this regard, and I am really grateful to her."

Wang Yue frowned slightly as she looked towards the volleyball court.

Group B had just scored a point, and Tomatsu Yuka and her teammates high-fived each other, their expressions gentle and happy.

This guy was so possessive back then, how could he actually agree to Songzhi's philandering plans?
The girl's sense of crisis grew stronger.

(End of this chapter)