Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 699 The Girl Throws the Dice
September 6th, Saturday.

Yuqiu High School's classes only last until noon. The classroom of Class 6, Grade 3 was already empty, with only a few scattered figures remaining.

Jun Matsue put down his pen and looked at the girl sitting by the window. Only the two of them remained in the last row of the classroom.

The classroom window was open, and the several rainy days since the beginning of September seemed to have genuinely lowered the temperature in Tokyo. Mochizuki Haruka was listening to music, her right hand supporting her ear and pressing down her black hair that was being blown by the wind.

The boy didn't speak, but silently stared at the girl's profile. The azure sky outside the window resembled an oil painting, and sunlight crept across the tip of her pert nose, leaving a bright outline.

Logically speaking, Mochizuki, who was focused on writing while listening to music, shouldn't have noticed his gaze. However, after two minutes, Mochizuki Haruka turned her head and glanced at the boy sideways.

"Why are you staring at me?"

Jun Matsuoka picked up the pen beside him and twirled it around, his smile gentle and kind.

"There are no self-study classes on Saturdays, so what is Mochizuki still doing in the classroom?"

The girl rested her chin on her hand and looked out the window, revealing his rounded head and glistening earlobes.

"Rion went to find the others; we're going to Shimokitazawa later."

"Want to go shopping? Or see a show?" the boy asked with a smile.

Mochizuki Haruka didn't answer. She just told him where she was going and that was enough. She didn't want Matsugi to push her luck.

"And you?" The girl seemed to remember something, and she turned around to take off the white earphone in her right ear.

"So I don't have to accompany Tomatsu Yuka to the brass band to show off our love today?"

Jun Matsueda glanced at his phone; the penguin avatar in his contact list hadn't replied yet.

"I'm just an outsider who's there to observe; it's definitely not appropriate for me to go every day."

The girl scoffed, "I think she's just eager to show off to the whole world."

The boy smiled and turned a page of the workbook in front of him.

Tomatsu has indeed become more willing to show off his relationship status. After all, the girl is now his real girlfriend, and of course he wants to show his happiness and joy to the people around him.

Jun Matsue was happy with this—only if Tomatsu acted sweetly enough could he possibly stimulate Mochizuki's mind and break down her defenses.

At this moment, the boys and girls sitting in the back row of the classroom were like they were having a tug-of-war, neither willing to let go first.

"So what are you still doing in the classroom?" Mochizuki Haruka glanced at the boy again.

Her expression turned cold again. "You're not planning to wait until the brass band ends and then leave with Tomatsu Yuka, are you?"

Jun Matsueda shook his head. "I'm waiting for someone too."

"Waiting for someone?" The girl frowned, and the floating ice in her eyes turned into a more vibrant snow color.

Besides Tomatsu Tomoka, who else can Matsue wait for?
Yosei Ryusei wouldn't come to school, and Maki Yamami is even further away from Haneoka...

Mochizuki Haruka pondered for a few seconds and finally came to a conclusion—

This guy is spouting sweet nothings again.

The girl's eyelashes trembled. She took off her other earphone and held it in her hand, looking at the smiling boy.

Before she could utter those aloof words of refusal, Imokawa Natsumi appeared breathlessly at the back door of Class 3-6, carrying her schoolbag.

"I'm sorry, Pine Branch! The teacher called me away!"

"It's okay." Jun Matsue stuffed his workbook and pencil case into his backpack, then stood up.

"I didn't wait long."

As he approached the girl whose chest was heaving, he turned around and waved to Mochizuki Haruka, who stood by the window with a stern face.

"I'll be going now. It might rain this afternoon, so remember to bring an umbrella, Mochizuki."

Have fun!

The girl ignored his smile and put her headphones back on. After the boy left the classroom, she glared fiercely at the closed back door.

"A scumbag who only knows how to sweet-talk!"

As he stepped onto the stairs, making way for the giggling, sexy girls going upstairs, Jun Matsueda looked at the girl who was squeezed into the corner with him.

"Why was Imokawa called away by the teacher?"

“Because I didn’t do very well in the mock exam…” Natsumi Imokawa lowered her head, staring at the staircase that was partially blocked by her chest.

"Because I've been busy editing videos, I haven't been able to prepare properly for the exam."

“Well, there’s nothing we can do about it.” Jun Matsue looked at the girl’s black hair swaying by her ear. “After all, your focus isn’t on this.”

"As long as you pass the comprehensive selection of Tokyo University of the Arts, it doesn't matter if you only get a passing score on the common exam."

“That’s right.” Natsumi Imokawa nodded vigorously, carrying her uniform bag.

"So the teacher didn't say much, she just asked me about my current preparations."

"Everything is ready, we just need the right opportunity," the boy answered for her.

“That’s right!” The girl jumped down the last step of the school building. There were only the two of them around, and her voice grew louder.

Natsumi Imokawa stretched her empty right hand towards the sky, her sailor uniform taut over her high chest, like her soaring fighting spirit.

"Sign up now!!"

After a ten-minute tram ride, the two, dressed in school uniforms and carrying uniform bags, walked out of Nishi-Ogikubo Station. They first found a ramen shop near the station to have lunch, and then crossed a traffic light to find the Suginami Nishi-Oginan Post Office on the right side of the road.

Jun Matsue knocked on the red mailbox by the door and looked at the girl beside him who was looking up at the post office sign.

"Aren't you going in?"

"I feel a little nervous..." Natsumi Imokawa placed one hand on her chest, her breathing becoming deeper than usual.

"No need to be nervous." The boy took the backpack from her and slung it over his shoulder.

"You've worked so hard for so long, if you still can't succeed, I'll go with you to the entrance of the Shanghai Oriental Art Center and complain with a megaphone."

The girl couldn't help but laugh. She glanced at the boy beside her, then reached out and pushed open the glass door in front of her.

"You'll get kicked out!"

Approaching the post office counter, facing the uniformed staff member with a standard smile, Natsumi Imokawa took out her cell phone from her pocket.

“Um…” she looked at the registration requirements displayed on the screen, “I need to send a ‘simple letter’ via mail, could you please give me a triangular envelope?”

"Okay, it's a request form, right?" The woman behind the counter smiled and looked at the obviously more composed young man beside her.

"What corner size do you need?"

Jun Matsueda glanced at the girl beside him. "Just ask her."

"Uh." Natsumi Imokawa looked a little flustered. She scrolled up and down the screen but couldn't find the specific requirements.

"What size envelope is usually used for registration?"

“That’s number two.” The woman bent down, pulled a letter from the counter, and pushed it across the counter to the two of them.

"Just fill in the basic information on the side, and then hand it to me."

"Thank you!" The girl breathed a sigh of relief, took the envelope, and walked away with the boy.

"What's next?" Jun Matsue asked, leaning against the counter.

"Hmm..." Natsumi Imokawa glanced at her phone again, "Let's fill in the shipping address first!"

The boy nodded, watching her pick up the pen on the table.

"Imokawa, please try to do it yourself. I'm just your insurance."

"I know!" The girl nodded and uncapped the pen.

“That’s what my mom told me too—try to solve problems yourself first, and only ask Matsueda if you can’t.” So her parents knew that she accompanied Imokawa to register? Matsueda Jun blinked. He just wanted the girl to develop her self-reliance.

"Ah." Natsumi Imokawa scribbled a couple of lines on the white paper with her pen, then looked up in surprise.

"Out of ink."

The boy smiled, walked to the counter not far away, and placed a brand new pen in the girl's hand.

"I'll take care of this little thing."

A minute later, Natsumi Imokawa, who was sitting upright, picked up the envelope in front of her and leaned her upper body towards the boy next to her.

"12-8 Ueno Park, Taito Ward, Tokyo..."

"The zip code, address, and recipient are all written!" She looked up. "Is everything alright?"

Matsueda Jun looked at the rounded handwriting on the envelope. Although the girl had tried her best to write neatly, her cute girlish charm was still undeniable.

"Please double-check the files on your phone."

"Oh, okay." Natsumi Imokawa looked down at herself. "Where's my phone?"

The boy reached his left hand towards her breasts, which were pressed against the table, and steadily placed it on the exposed half of the screen on the side of her chest, pulling the phone out from underneath.

"So this is where it is." Ignoring her swaying chest, the girl casually picked up her phone, turned on the screen, and compared it with the contents of the envelope.

"No problem, we just need one more stamp!"

She got up and walked towards the staff member in the distance, but soon returned to the boy's side.

"The clerk said that we could just hand it over to her and the post office would help us with the stickers."

Jun Matsue nodded. "Then we should put something in the envelope."

"Yes, I brought all the documents!" The girl put her backpack on her lap and pulled out a folder.

"Application form, notification of book review results, and portfolio—"

She took out the CD with the spinning colored light strip and placed it on a pile of forms on the table.

"They're all here~"

Jun Matsue glanced at the envelope placed to the side—the corner envelope was just a little larger than an A4 sheet of paper, and the registration documents could be put in without folding them.

"Arrange them in order..." The girl started working on her own, neatly stacking the scattered forms together, and finally placing the CD with its protective case on top.

"Please have Songzhi check it again!" She pushed the document in front of the boy.

Jun Matsue picked up the CD and looked at the table at the bottom.

The first page is the basic information confirmation form.

"I understand the student requirements for the comprehensive selection process, so I have applied to Tokyo University of the Arts as my first choice."

Below is her newly written signature and date, the rounded characters "Imokawa Natsumi" carrying the confidence and spirit that the girl had accumulated over a long period of time.

Below that is the specific registration information—the "Supervisor" section in the "Choose Major" column, along with the name, gender, and contact number.

Turning the page reveals a series of question boxes.

Please tell me why you chose to study film and video at Tokyo University of the Arts.

"Please write down your aspirations for the future."

"Please write down your favorite work."

"Please write down your favorite directors, crew members, actors, theorists, etc. in the film and video field."

……

"Please feel free to express yourself (present your self)."

The registration information was only one page long, but the question boxes spanned three whole pages. The once empty, pristine white forms were now completely filled out—even those unfamiliar with film studies could sense the girl's attitude and accumulated knowledge from the fluent and neat text and entries.

Jun Matsue raised his head and looked at the girl beside him who was staring at him with her face tilted up.

"Is there a problem?" Natsumi Imokawa asked, her eyes wide open.

Her clear, pure black and white eyes were like blank film, eager to reflect this infinitely charming and captivating world.

"I just think Imokawa is indeed a very capable person." The boy smiled and pushed the form in front of him back.

His finger touched the empty "Photo Album Section" on the first page.

"Next time you finish filling out the form, remember to attach your photo."

"Ah!" The surprised girl opened her mouth, "I didn't take a photo when I filled out the form, I forgot..."

She rummaged through her bag and pulled out a small paper bag, from which she took out a passport photo. The boy asked the clerk for glue and watched as she carefully pasted the photo onto the form.

Jun Matsue looked at the little girl on the registration form—her expression was somewhat blank and cute.

"Hoo—" Imokawa Natsumi straightened up, turned her head, and looked at the boy's bangs so close to her eyes.

"Is this good?"

“No problem.” Jun Matsue nodded. “Everything that needs to be filled out has been filled out.”

"Then send it out right away!"

The girl stood up, carefully stuffed the documents into the envelope, and walked toward the mailing window, with the boy following behind her.

The clerk checked the envelope. "It's a university application letter. You chose the simplified form, right?"

“Yes!” the girl nodded emphatically, “and express delivery.”

"Easy Mail" allows for tracking emails at any time, while "Express Delivery" is for urgent matters—if possible, she would like to send her application form directly to Tokyo University of the Arts.

The woman picked up the stamps she had prepared beforehand, affixed them to the envelope, and then wrote the character "缔" (di) on the seal to indicate its importance.

"Email processed, thank you for your payment of 834 yen~"

Natsumi Imokawa turned to the boy next to her, took out her wallet from his backpack, and handed him a 1,000 yen bill.

The clerk gave her change with a friendly smile, saying, "I hope you pass your volunteer application!"

The girl relaxed her shoulders and smiled as she took the backpack strap from the boy's hand.

"Thank you so much!"

The boy reached out and pushed open the door. Natsumi Imokawa walked out of the post office first. As if responding to her previous nervous silence, she stood at the door and looked up at the sky where the sea of ​​clouds was rolling.

"It feels like I've entered a whole new world..."

"Is that exaggerated?" Jun Matsue walked up to her. "She just signed up."

"Because my efforts have been completely culminated." The girl made a circle with her hands, which represented the CD she had put in the envelope.

"It feels like gambling—the future is completely different after the dice are rolled!"

She closed her eyes, savoring the wonderful feeling in her heart with joy and excitement.

"Have you ever gambled before?" The boy smiled.

"No, but I have read 'Gambling Apocalypse'!"

"So after that, it's just a matter of waiting for the registration results?" Jun Matsueda checked the time. "Want me to take you home?"

He walked forward, but his steps quickly came to a halt—the girl behind him opened her eyes and grabbed his schoolbag.

"I don't want to go back now," Natsumi Imokawa said, looking at the boy with lingering interest.

"Pine Branch, accompany me for another stroll!"

(End of this chapter)