Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 715 Parents Arrive at the Door, Demanding Replies

When Jun Matsue pushed open the back door of the classroom, most of the students were already seated, and it was quite noisy.

Summer has passed, the temperature has dropped, and the students have regained their boisterous energy. The boys avoid the group of hot girls who are coming out of the back door and sit down in their seats.

He first looked towards the window, and naturally there was no one there—the girl had lunch on her desk, brought to her by a friend, and the plastic bag containing rice balls and milk was being blown about by the wind outside the window, making a rustling sound.

Jun Matsue got up, went over and closed the window, glancing at the lunch on the table as he did so.

Tuna and okra rice balls and Meiji milk—the same lunch he brought to Tomatsu…

The boy returned to his seat, and Tomatsu Yuka, who was sitting next to him, wiped her lips and smiled as she struck up a conversation with him.

"The rice balls are delicious today, but there are a bit too many of them."

Jun Matsue tidied up the things on the table. "I feel like you don't eat enough, so I took an extra one."

The girl rubbed her stomach under her shirt. "Luckily, I have a pretty good appetite today~"

After confirming that the boy's emotions were relatively stable, she blinked and spoke somewhat cautiously.

"Tsun-kun is a little late? There wasn't enough time for your afternoon nap."

"Hmm." Jun Matsue stuffed his morning textbooks into his drawer. "I ran into Mochizuki, you probably already know that."

"Hmm..." Tomatsu Yuka leaned closer.

"After class, I went to help tidy up the equipment and waited until everyone had changed before going to the changing room."

"It was Mochizuki who somehow ran back. I didn't provoke her..."

The girl spoke very cautiously. This was the first possible emotional crisis since she and Tsunku officially started dating, and she had to face it carefully.

"I know." Matsueda Jun then turned to look at her.

“I don’t mean to blame you.” The boy smiled. “This kind of thing was bound to be known by Mochizuki sooner or later, it just happened a little suddenly today.”

Tomatsu Yuka breathed a sigh of relief, her shoulders slumped.

“But,” Jun Matsue paused, “is it really necessary to mention maid outfits and aprons?”

"I didn't want to say it either." The girl waved her hands in front of her chest.

"She was the one who first mentioned something about Tsunku tearing her swimsuit during the school trip..."

"Never mind," the boy could only sigh, "Let's just leave it at that..."

He had just undergone the trial of the next day and was still thinking about how to find some excitement to break the deadlock on Wangyue's side—now the opportunity has presented itself.

However, it's hard to say whether this opportunity is good or bad.

Jun Matsue looked to the other side.

Although the windows were closed, the pure white curtains next to the girl's seat were still swaying slightly with the airflow in the classroom.

The window seat remained empty until the bell rang for the first period in the afternoon, at which point Mochizuki Haruka returned to the classroom.

As the girl walked past him with her cold footsteps, Jun Matsueda turned his head and glanced at her.

She sat down straight in her seat, put her lunch in the drawer, then took out her textbook and looked up at Ms. Kominato, who had just entered the classroom.

"..." The boy silently leaned closer and spoke softly.

"You still need to eat lunch, right?"

Wang Yueyao stared straight ahead at the podium, completely ignoring him as he approached.

This is bad... Jun Matsuoka sat up straight and watched the female teacher write on the blackboard with chalk in her hand.

All the progress they had painstakingly made had been undone, and Mochizuki's attitude seemed to have become even colder.

The boy's hunch was right—for the entire afternoon, Mochizuki Haruka didn't say a single word to him, not even a glance.

At 3:20 p.m., the melodious school bell rang at Yuqiu High School, followed by the sound of chairs being moved.

Matsueda Jun turned his head, and Mochizuki Haruka stood up from his seat.

Unlike usual, she didn't linger in her seat. Instead, she picked up her pre-packed schoolbag and headed straight for the back door, taking the shortest route. She even left the classroom before the teacher who had stepped down from the podium.

As the faint "tap-tap" sound of footsteps faded into the distance in the corridor, Tomatsu Yuka turned around and looked at her lover, who was staring blankly at the blackboard.

"Isn't Chun-jun going to chase after them?"

The boy shook his head. "There's no point in chasing after them now."

Even if he caught up with Mochizuki, he would only repeat what he had said at noon—he couldn't think of any other purpose besides further enraging the girl.

He wasn't the kind of scumbag who just wanted to have fun; when faced with a lifelong decision, no amount of embellishment would change that.

The previous appeasement strategy has failed. If Mochizuki intends to remain completely indifferent, he will have no choice but to engage in a cold war with the girl.

At this point, the only option left is to truly commit to the fight and gamble on the other side being the first to admit defeat and submit.

This is "conquest".

Just like the old man from the Yamami family said, love is either conquering or being conquered; there are only two outcomes.

Jun Matsue lowered his head and closed the textbook in front of him.

Only when they become true winners will the girls not lose.

Tomatsu Yuka blinked as she watched the boy pack his schoolbag.

"Would you like to come and see the brass band? I'll play the saxophone for you after they finish practicing."

"...Let's skip it today." The boy smiled. "I need to go buy groceries early."

The girl nodded obediently, "See you tomorrow then~"

A few minutes later, Jun Matsue pushed his bicycle out of the school gate.

The school bell had just rung, and there were still relatively few people at the gate, but the black sedan that Wangyue's family used to pick up the young lady was nowhere to be seen.

As he hopped on his bicycle and started moving, the breeze flowing through the intersection suddenly picked up speed. The boy slowly exhaled the stuffy air from his lungs and looked up at the gray sky above the next intersection.

The morning sun had vanished, and the sky above Mitaka City was obscured by a layer of gray clouds, making the autumn chill more pronounced. He swerved the handlebars to avoid a van approaching from behind.

The lowest temperature today seems to be only 18 degrees Celsius. Jun Matsue watched the departing car and recalled the weather forecast he had checked before leaving home.

In a few days, he'll be wearing his uniform jacket... He gripped the brakes tightly at the traffic light, staring blankly down at the road.

The tires of the car spun and sped past him, kicking up small stones on the asphalt. The boy blinked and let go of the handlebars.

When the weather gets colder, you should wear gloves.

Jun Matsue remembered the gloves he had kept deep inside his wardrobe.

Those were pure black gloves that Mochizuki had given him. They were of excellent quality and had a handsome, simple design. They were the same style as the girl's white gloves and had accompanied them through two winters.

"..."

The boy recalled a winter day when the girl stopped her bicycle beside him and exhaled soft white breath at the red light at the intersection. When she squinted and smiled at him, her slightly red nose and trembling eyelashes were more vivid and dazzling than the snowflakes of the day, lingering in his mind.

A bicycle passed by, and Jun Matsue looked up, saw the green light at the intersection, and pedaled again.

Hopefully, his cold war with Mochizuki will end before winter arrives.

After taking a short detour around the last traffic light to a nearby wild vegetable direct sales point, Jun Matsueda pushed his cart back to his apartment, picked up the plastic bag containing the seasonal vegetables, and went upstairs.

The monotonous footsteps made their way up to the fifth floor, and the boy stopped as he stepped into the corridor.

The hallway wasn't empty, but it wasn't the person he wanted to see at that moment—Wang Yuehua, dressed in a suit skirt, was leaning against the door of 507, frowning as she looked at the sky outside the eaves, looking impatient.

Hearing footsteps coming from the end of the corridor, the woman turned her head, her brows relaxing only to furrow again quickly.

"Why are you so slow to come back?!" she complained, and the boy had no choice but to quicken his pace to the door.

"I came back as soon as school was over, I just went to buy some groceries," Jun Matsue explained, taking out his keys.

Fortunately, I didn't go to the brass band with Tomatsu, otherwise it would have been even worse if my aunt had been waiting.

Wang Yuehua, carrying a small leather bag slung over her arm, walked to the side and watched him unlock the door. The plastic bag in the boy's other hand swayed, and the woman seemed to realize something.

“You’re going to cook for your pretty roommate, huh?” She raised an eyebrow.

"Great! Now that my little Haruka's gone, I can happily have dinner with my idol roommate~"

It seems that Mochizuki's sharp tongue was learned from her aunt... Matsueda Jun didn't say anything, but simply opened the security door and stood aside, letting his aunt go in first.

The woman entered first without any ceremony; she didn't even change her shoes, and her thin black high heels made a sharp clicking sound on the floor.

Matsue Jun, who was lagging behind, pressed the switch on the wall, and the room instantly brightened. Mochizuki Hana stood in the living room and looked around, then pulled out a chair from the dining table and sat down facing the boy.

She put down her bag, straightened her back, crossed her legs, placed her hands on her thighs, and stared at the boy in front of her with a fierce look.

"Matsueda-kun, you should know why I've come to find you, right?"

Jun Matsuoka did not sit down. He placed the plastic bag on the table, stood in front of the woman, and nodded.

"Is it because of Mochizuki?"

“Wrong!” Wang Yuehua’s red lips parted slightly, and her eyes gained even more majesty.

It's because of you!

"Xiaoyao didn't do anything wrong. It's you who made a mistake, that's why I'm here to question you!"

The boy blinked; it seemed his aunt already knew about what happened at noon…

"Have you already slept with that classmate of yours?"

The woman's usually sweet, youthful voice was now cold and icy.

"Yes." Just like at noon, Jun Matsue did not intend to explain further.

"...What a shameless person." Wang Yuehua sneered, "Sleeping with women is as easy as buying groceries and cooking, without any burden at all."

Her skill in mockery far surpassed that of her own niece. The boy's eyelashes trembled, but he still did not refute her.

Seeing his "say whatever you want" attitude, the woman's chest heaved with anger. She took a deep breath and then exhaled forcefully.

"Matsueda Jun, I really misjudged you—"

"I thought you were a kind and honest guy, but it turns out you're a complete scumbag!"

"You're a born scumbag—beneath all your high-sounding excuses lies the ugliest and most disgusting greed a man can have!"

"You don't care about girls' feelings at all; flirting is as natural to you as eating and drinking—"

"So now that you've already got Xiaoyao, you're thinking of making your move on other cute and alluring girls, isn't that right?!"

The room fell silent, save for the woman's heavy breathing after her outburst. Jun Matsue lowered his eyes, staring at the floor beneath her high heels.

“You’re not wrong.” He raised his head and looked directly into his aunt’s angry eyes.

"But I wasn't blinded by desire; I was genuinely prepared to spend the rest of my life with them."

"I had no intention of deceiving anyone, nor was it for momentary physical pleasure."

"I've finally realized that I like the people who like me too. And no one will be happy if I'm only with one person."

"What makes you think that?" Wang Yuehua leaned forward, her angry eyes fixed on the boy's face.

"Matsueda Jun, aren't you being a little too narcissistic?"

Jun Matsueda shook his head. "I just trust the experience I gained from spending time with them."

He didn't intend to talk about the system—if he were to rely on the system to persuade the woman in front of him, then he would truly have lost the right to shoulder the responsibilities of these young women's lives.

"I don't care whether what you're saying is true or false, nor do I care what your reasons are." Wang Yuehua waved her arm indifferently, as if shooing away flies.

"All I know is that what you're doing now is completely disrespectful to my niece!"

"Cut off all your messy relationships now and focus on being by Xiaoyao's side. Then I can pretend nothing ever happened."

The woman's tone was like a pronouncement, leaving no room for doubt. The man calmly looked at her expressionless, dignified face.

"You're right, I really did wrong to Xiaoyao."

"But I still want to be with her—as long as she can accept it, even if it's just a formality, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to Xiaoyao."

"Even if she is completely disappointed in me and wants to leave me, I will find a way to appear in front of her and try my best to win her back."

“Unless I die, I will haunt her for the rest of my life by any means necessary,” he said resolutely.

Time seemed to stand still as the woman sitting at the dining table stared unblinkingly at his face, her breathing growing heavier.

"Matsueda Jun!" Mochizuki Hana suddenly stood up and stood in front of the boy.

"Did you think that because you rushed to Xiaoyao's side during the earthquake, she was yours?"

"Did you think that just because you helped Xiaoyao treat me, you could do whatever you wanted with the Wangyue family?"

"Aren't you dreaming a little too much?!"

Seeing her fierce, glaring face almost touching his own, Jun Matsue shook his head again.

"My only source of confidence is that we like each other."

"That's all."

Hearing the woman's heavy breathing, he said something else.

"If you want to slap me or punish me in any other way, I hope it's done by Xiaoyao herself, that would be more meaningful."

Unable to bear it any longer, Wang Yuehua did not slap him, but instead took a step back.

"Even if Haruka agrees one day, I will absolutely not agree!"

(End of this chapter)