Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 732 Surrounded by Enemies, the Girl Is Finding It Hard to Bear It

During Thursday's lunch break, the students of Class 6, Grade 3 had finished lunch and returned to their classrooms.

Instead of resting on the table as usual, Jun Matsue took a stack of documents and walked up to the podium.

The noise in the classroom gradually subsided, and the students who had been chatting and laughing to pass the time looked up and watched the boy pick up the chalk and write a few large characters on the blackboard.

Jun Matsuoka turned around and his gaze swept across the classroom. Those who were being looked at quickly felt the weight of his gaze and stopped what they were doing.

Like the wheels of a bulldozer rolling by, the noise from row upon row of seats was flattened out. The boy looked towards the last row—

Tomatsu Tomohana raised her pen and gave him a cute shake, as if to encourage him.

The two attended the cultural festival executive committee meeting together yesterday. The girl is currently acting as the meeting secretary and will be recording the discussion later.

As for the one sitting on the other side...

Mochizuki Haruka seemed completely oblivious to him on the podium. The girl lowered her head, pulled out her black cat-shaped cushion, closed the window tightly, and buried her head on the table—the boy could only see her shiny black hair.

Matsueda Jun coughed lightly with a sense of helplessness, raised his right hand, and forcefully knocked the blackboard behind him that read "Cultural Festival" with the back of his hand.

"The new cultural festival internship committee held a meeting with us yesterday—this year's cultural festival is still scheduled for November."

"Starting today, we third-year students will also begin preparations for the cultural festival."

The students below the stage were quiet for a moment, then erupted in unison with cheers—

"Great!"

"Finally here!"

"I've been bored ever since the ball games ended!"

"The major ball games don't end until September, do they..."

The classroom suddenly erupted in noise again. The boy on the stage smiled gently, listening to similar cheers coming from Class 5 of Grade 3 next door.

Just like everyone complained before, this year's school trip for third-year students is too early, and they have been holding back for several months.

The cultural festival is the last major event of the academic year and the final celebration for third-year students before graduation.

"Alright." He tapped the podium and wrote a few words on the blackboard.

"Planning direction".

Jun Matsue turned around. "What are we going to do this year?"

A cacophony of voices erupted in the classroom again. The boy listened for a few seconds, then shook his head.

"Let's settle one issue first."

"This year, do you want to save some trouble and go play with other classes more, or do you want to focus all your efforts on your own class's projects?"

Without any discussion, the audience's response quickly became unified and resounding.

"save trouble!"

On this point, everyone shared a tacit understanding—they wanted to enjoy the final cultural festival, rather than focusing all their energy on their own classes.

The discussion quickly became more efficient, eliminating the tedious and laborious haunted houses and various small game shops that required maintenance, leaving only a few options.

"So the last thing left is the coffee shop?" Jun Matsueda tapped the podium again.

"There's not much of a better choice, is there?" The girl sitting in the front row yawned.

"Anyway, if we want to save trouble, we should just sell things—the year before last it was bread, last year it was bars, and this year it's just coffee."

"Otherwise, it'll just be some kind of research presentation." Ken Sakamuro, who was lying on the table, waved his hand. "That sounds so boring."

"Just like last year, sell some coffee drinks and then add some music."

"I support it! Wasn't the live accompaniment by Yuka, Matsueda-kun, and Mochizuki-san very popular last year?!"

"..." The boy on the podium looked at the back row.

Tomatsu Yuka put down her pen and nodded to him with a gentle smile.

Mochizuki Haruka remained quietly lying on the table, her beautiful black hair flowing down the surface like shimmering dark silk.

"Then we'll tentatively set the cultural festival project as a cafe for now. As for the specific format and division of labor, we'll discuss that later."

"Good~"

Amidst lingering whispers, Jun Matsueda stepped down from the podium. As he passed the seat by the window, he watched the sleeping girl silently retract her small hand that had been resting on the table.

"So you really couldn't sleep."

The girl with long black hair closed her eyes and put her arms under her head, ignoring his mutterings.

The boy glanced at her, then returned to his seat. Tomatsu Yuka, who was sitting next to him, handed him the notebook on the table.

"Everyone seems a bit unenthusiastic about the class activities this time."

“There’s nothing we can do about it, since we’re all third-year students.” Jun Matsueda opened his notebook, and apart from the coffee shop being the most popular choice, there was very little discussion about other projects.

"With exams and studying all day long, no one wants to put much effort into the cultural festival."

"A coffee shop is nice too~" The girl picked up her water glass and breathed on it gently, as if she were holding a steaming cup of coffee.

"Now that the weather is cold, hot cocoa and other snacks sold at the cultural festival should be quite popular."

The boy nodded and returned the notebook.

"So, do we need to add some live music to the coffee shop?" Tomatsu Yuka tilted her head and looked behind the boy.

"If needed, I can play the saxophone all by myself."

She spoke these words very softly, so that a sleeping girl wouldn't hear them.

Jun Matsueda thought for a moment, "For a coffee shop, I feel it would be better to have some music."

As for Mochizuki… he looked at the girl with her head down by the window.

You can't wake someone who's pretending to be asleep.

The first period in the afternoon was World History. While the teacher was analyzing multiple-choice questions about the Crusades on the podium, Jun Matsueda noticed that his cell phone, which he had placed in his drawer, was vibrating.

"..." The boy glanced at the middle-aged teacher with thinning hair, and then quietly reached into the drawer.

His phone is usually on silent during class, and messages that vibrate are generally important.

Looking down at the drawer, the phone screen displayed the profile picture of "Kirakira".

"Is Songzhi free after school today?"

I wonder what's wrong with Miss Idol... Jun Matsueda glanced at the podium, typed "I'm free" and sent it.

The metal casing vibrated again in his hand.

"Then I'll pick you up from school and bring you to the company!"

“The arrangement for ‘Happy End’ is complete. I’d like to hear you sing it once before I officially record it.”

So fast? Jun Matsue looked up after reading the message. Just then, the teacher was talking about the Crusades' sack of Constantinople.

"Then I'll go there by myself after school."

"No!" The phone vibrated more intensely. "Then you'll have to ride your bike to the station and wait for the tram."

"Too slow! I'd rather come pick you up directly!"

"Then you can wait for me at the door at 3:40." The boy conceded.

It seems that Kurusu is extremely excited about this new song, and doesn't even want to wait a few minutes on the way.

As the school bell rang, Jun Matsue walked out of the school building and watched the girl beside him walk towards the parking shed in the corner of the school. He silently stopped.

"I'm not riding my bike today." Tomatsu Yuka paused for a moment, then turned around.

"Tsun-kun is going to Yoshi-san's company, right?" She smiled apologetically. "You just mentioned it in the last class, how could I forget?"

"Have you really forgotten?" the boy asked doubtfully.

The girl playfully stuck out her tongue. "I've gotten used to accompanying Tsunku as he pushes his bicycle out of the school gate~"

The two continued walking towards the school gate, and when a delicate pink figure came into view, Matsueda Jun blinked in surprise.

Yosei Kurusu stood alone at the entrance of Haneoka High School, her hands tucked into the pockets of her oversized baseball uniform, wearing a baseball cap and a mask, revealing only her eyes.

However, with just those bright and lively eyes and those long legs under her shorts, the girl was enough to become the most eye-catching presence in early autumn—when boys and girls in uniforms walked out of the school gate, they would inevitably take a second look at her.

Noticing the boy's figure in the distance, Yosuke Kurusu raised the brim of his hat, stood on tiptoe, and waved vigorously at him.

"Pine branch—over here—"

Seeing the people near the school gate casting their gazes in response, Jun Matsue waved back, then lowered his head and stared at the paving stones in front of his toes.

An oversight...

He thought that Yosei Kuraki would be waiting for him in the company car, but he didn't expect the girl to be so flamboyant.

"..." Tomatsu Tomoka, who was next to her, chuckled in a cryptic manner.

"Luckily, Kurusu-san remembered to wear a mask, otherwise it would have been troublesome."

As the two walked out of the school gate, the eye-catching idol girl suddenly jumped in front of the boy, like a large, energetic dog.

"Songzhi walks so slowly!" Kurosaki Yosei complained. "Your school bell rang ages ago, and I only just saw you at the school gate!"

Before the boy could speak, she looked at the girl beside her.

"Yuka-chan." The idol blinked. "It's been so long since we last met."

"Yes~" Tomatsu Yuka nodded demurely and gently.

"I've heard Yang Shisang's new song. Congratulations on your successful comeback."

"..." Kurusu Yosei tugged at the tip of his hat and puffed out his chest.

"So you're coming with Songzhi?"

She was referring to her own agency, and the girl in the uniform shook her head.

"Aren't you guys going to record a new song?"

"Work is a serious matter, so I won't disturb you."

Miss Idol nodded in satisfaction. "Then I'll take the pine branch with me?"

"Hey, hey." Only then did Jun Matsue have a chance to step between the two.

"Don't make it sound like I'm a briefcase that you can just pick up and leave, okay?"

Lai Qiyang looked at him again, her pink lips pouting in dissatisfaction beneath her mask.

Are you leaving or not?

After waving goodbye to the boy, Tomatsu Yuka watched him and the pretty girl in the baseball cap get into the car, her lips pursed as if in a smile, and she watched the car drive away.

"Are you just going to watch Songzhi be taken away by her?"

A cold yet sweet voice sounded behind her. She calmly straightened her hair and turned around with composure.

Mochizuki Haruka stood on the wall near the school gate, carrying her uniform bag in one hand, her face as cold as a frozen sea in winter.

“It’s Tsunku who wants to go with her,” Tomatsu Yuka corrected her. “I won’t object to what Tsunku wants to do.”

Her gaze moved up and down, taking in the beautiful yet aloof girl in front of her, who was like an ice sculpture.

"It's not up to Mochizuki to give his opinion now."

Gripping the bag strap tightly, Mochizuki Haruka frowned, her expression growing even colder.

"Are you really going to just accept the status quo like this?"

"First it was Kurusu, then Yamami Maki, and finally, she and I were in the same house every day, staring at each other with this forced smile?"

Tomatsu Yuka smiled even more gently, "Tsunku would never do that."

“He did not treat me as his vassal, much less expect me to get along with others like a pet in a cage.”

"Since he is seriously planning for this future, he must have made some preparations."

"I'm just respecting his opinion."

"—Did he respect your ideas?" Mochizuki Haruka immediately questioned.

“He is respectful,” Tomatsu Yuka said with a smile.

"Jun-kun dotes on me and never brings up other people's affairs in front of me. That's enough."

"So I'm willing to compromise—if we never compromise, are we still a couple?"

"..." The girl's cold laugh was somewhat sharp, "She acted quite convincingly."

"So what if I'm acting?" Tomatsu Yuka blinked, her expression exceptionally innocent.

Do you really have to care what I think?

"If Chunjun doesn't care, why should you, his rival, care?"

The girl in front of me had a fierce look in her eyes, and she continued speaking.

“Mochizuki Haruka, I am not like you—no matter how bad your relationship with Jun-kun is, there is still a substantial bond that can connect you.”

“I don’t have such good fortune, and besides, I’ve made mistakes—in Jun-kun’s eyes, I was really no different from an ordinary passerby.”

"If you've been through what I've been through, you'll know how much I cherish my current happiness."

"As long as I can continue to be happy like this, I wouldn't mind even if I had to be blind."

The two people by the school gate were silent for a while, surrounded by the noise of school letting out, mixed with the sound of the wind.

"...It's because of the support of a ridiculous guy like you that Matsueda has become so greedy," Mochizuki Haruka said bitterly.

Tomatsu Yuka smiled and tilted her head.

"If I don't support him, do you expect me to support you?"

The girl glared at her angrily, then turned and walked towards her car.

Watching the second car drive away, Tomatsu Yuka straightened her skirt and walked towards the station against the autumn wind.

"It's getting cold again..." the girl muttered to herself.

Wearing only short socks won't keep you warm in the autumn and winter.

Does Tsun-kun prefer stockings, over-the-knee socks, or pantyhose?
Let's try them one by one...

In the luxurious car belonging to the Wangyue family, the beautiful girl sitting in the back seat had a gloomy expression on her face. She rested her chin on her hand and looked at the scenery outside the car window.

The bushes on both sides of the road lost their former green, trembling and disappearing from sight, and the gloomy clouds in Wang Yueyao's heart continued to roll.

Why are they all like this?

Tomatsu Tomoka, Kuryu Yosei, and that inexplicable Yamami Maki...

Why did these shameless women cling to her so eagerly as soon as she and Songzhi grew apart?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She took off her coat and ripped off the delicate bow tie from her shirt, throwing it at her feet.

"Tell Auntie to turn on the firm's surveillance cameras right away!"

(End of this chapter)