Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 739 The Mochizuki family's defenses have somewhat crumbled.
It was 9:30 in the morning when Jun Matsueda finished watching "White Line Flow". He glanced at the number of video views displayed on the YouTube page.

"9556..."

He turned off the TV, went to the bathroom to get a mop and rag, and prepared to tidy up 507.

Actually, this short video has only been released for a little over a day, and it has already received nearly 10,000 views, which is quite good for an account with not many followers.

While filling the mop with water, the boy took out his phone again and looked at the comments under the video "White Line Flow".

There were over a hundred comments, an astonishing proportion, and almost all of them praised the video's quality and length; some even said they should pay for the short film.

Jun Matsue nodded in satisfaction, picked up a broom, and walked towards the living room.

Imokawa will definitely be happy to see these comments.

Although he rejected the girl's confession, he certainly still hoped that what Imokawa liked could be recognized by more people.

After sweeping and mopping the apartment rooms, Jun Matsueda returned to the sofa and checked his messages.

“I asked Ms. Laiqi, and she said she plans to share ‘White Line Flow’ this afternoon, which will have a better promotional effect.”

This was from Imokawa, and she was a little uneasy. "Should I buy something to thank Ms. Kurusu?"

The boy thought for a moment, "You could try taking a photoshoot or short film for Kurusu next time; she'd probably be quite happy."

"...I'll try my best!" the girl said, lacking confidence.

"Imokawa, have you seen the comments under 'White Line Flow'? There are a lot more than in your previous videos."

"We saw it!!" Natsumi Imokawa exclaimed excitedly. "Everyone was looking so intently! They noticed so many of the little details in my design!"

"Several of my favorite video bloggers also shared my short video on Twitter!"

"I'm very happy." Jun Matsueda smiled at the screen.

"Of course! I've already read last night's comments twice!"

"You'll definitely receive more and more praise and compliments in the future, so get used to it."

"Mmm, thank you, Pine Branch!!"

The girl sent a penguin emoji flapping its wings vigorously, looking extremely happy.

The boy's lips curled up slightly. He swiped the screen back to the chat list and clicked on the second row of innocent and cute rabbit avatars.

"Already at the yoga studio~"

Tomatsu Yuka's message was very short; she sent a video that was only a dozen seconds long.

The girl stood with her back to the full-length mirror, her thin yoga clothes clinging to her body, faithfully depicting her standard and perfect curves.

She admired her own body for a while with her back to the mirror, then slowly knelt down on the soft cushion on the ground.

The girl zoomed in, focusing on her buttocks resting on her bare feet. She even wiggled her pert buttocks, looking incredibly alluring.

"..."

Jun went to the kitchen to get a glass of cold water to calm his restless heart.

He stopped replying to Tomatsu's messages and just marked them as read, to avoid the girl sending him any more videos to tease him...

The boy placed the glass, still dripping with water, on the table and glanced at the time on his phone.

It's 10:09, time to go to the supermarket.

It's been a long time since I've had lunch alone. What should I eat...?

After glancing at his grey long-sleeved shirt, Jun Matsue decided to wear it out.

Back in the bedroom, I took a pair of loose-fitting trousers from the closet and casually tossed my worn athletic shorts onto the bed. Just then, my phone, which was lying next to it, lit up again.

The video call rang, and the boy put on his trousers and walked to the bedside.

Could it be a video call invitation from Tomatsu?

He picked up his phone, and saw Aya's avatar flashing on the screen. Matsueda Jun breathed a sigh of relief.

After answering the video call, Jun Matsueda walked out of the bedroom. "Why did Aya-chan suddenly call me?"

The girl in the video is grinning, "Can't I call Chun-ge if there's nothing wrong?"

The boy went to the kitchen and took out a canvas bag used for grocery shopping, which had the outline of a cow drawn on it. He had bought it before coming to Suzuki.

He glanced at the coffee shop in the background of the video, then stuffed the neatly folded canvas bag into the large pocket of his work pants.

"You're working now? Is this what you call 'nothing's wrong'?"

"It's just a part-time job, but it's pretty free time~" Aya Miyamura winked at him, "I welcomed a new colleague today~"

Jun Matsue glanced at the video footage a couple more times, but didn't see anyone else in the frame.

"You're not pushing all the work onto the newbies, are you?"

"That's called division of labor, okay!" The girl glared at him. "Guess who my new colleague is?"

The boy paused, "Is it someone I know?"

"Otherwise, why would I ask Chun-ge?"

"People from my class?" He drew back the curtains on the balcony, letting the sunlight illuminate the floor still damp with water.

"no!"

"Is that Aya-chan's classmate?"

Although saying they knew each other was a bit of a stretch, Jun Matsueda did know the names of everyone in Aya's class.

“No, no~” Miyamura Aya’s tone became even more cheerful.

The boy put his phone on the shoe cabinet and bent down to change his shoes.

"Are those members of your band? Sachi or Kazane?"

"None of those are true..."

Seeing the boy on the other side of the screen straighten up, Aya seemed to have grown tired of the guessing game and picked up her phone to walk to the other side.

"Alright, alright, let's just reveal the answer to Chun-ge—"

She pointed her phone toward the coffee shop counter, where a quiet and graceful young woman stood behind the computer at the cashier's desk, waving at the camera.

"Hello~" Yamami Maki's lips curved into a slightly shy smile. "Good morning, Matsue-san."

Upon seeing his senior suddenly appear on the screen, Jun Matsueda froze in his motion as he opened the door.

"What are you doing here, senior?"

"You didn't expect that, did you~" Aya Miyamura's head popped into the screen again, blocking the girl behind her.

"Come and play if you want to know!" She waved at the screen. "We're not busy today~"

"..." Jun Matsueda glanced at the time on the screen.

Anyway, I'm eating lunch alone today, so I'm not in a rush to buy groceries.

"Do you leave work normally in the afternoon?"

"It might be a little earlier~" The girl's eyes held a smug glint.

"Come over here quickly!"

After hanging up the phone, the boy, who was all dressed and ready to go, glanced back at the bright and tidy room.

It seems I need to change my itinerary.

No wonder my senior was so quiet this morning, she didn't send a single message...

Before pushing open the door, he suddenly remembered something, found the short video that Natsumi Imokawa posted on YouTube, and forwarded it to the black cat avatar in his chat list.

"The short film that Imokawa shot earlier has been officially released."

Jun Matsue thought for a moment, then pressed the voice button again.

"Thinking back to when we filmed together before—it hasn't been that long, but I'm already starting to miss it."

He sent this message via voice, tapped his heel, and pushed open the thick security door in front of him.

As he walked through the cool air of the stairwell and approached the stairwell, Jun Matsueda glanced at the phone in his hand.

The message he sent was marked as read, and a triumphant smile appeared on the boy's face.

Without sending any more messages to continue the attack, he slipped his phone into his pocket and stepped onto the stairs with peace of mind.

Knowing that Mochizuki's attitude was no longer as cold as before was enough.

As Jun Matsugae walked into the streets where autumn was deepening, the pine forest behind the Mochizuki family mansion remained tall and verdant, swaying harmoniously in the wind rolling down the hillside.

"..." Mochizuki Haruka put away her phone and touched the golden branch on her leg.

The girl was sitting on the roof of the manor, enjoying the autumn sun while holding her cat.

Although this behavior is somewhat dangerous, the Mochizuki family's manor is inspected every year and there are no structural safety issues.

But as she gazed at the trees undulating in the wind and the leaden-gray tombstones by the pond in the distance, Wang Yueyao's heart began to sway, unable to find peace.

The girl's thin, straight eyebrows furrowed noticeably. She released her arms, and the cat nestled in her embrace understood, leaping up and disappearing from sight by stepping on the eaves of the manor.

Wang Yueyao calmly got up, folded up the chair she was sitting on, and turned to walk towards the open skylight on the protruding roof two meters away.

She calmly climbed down the movable stairs, closed the skylight in the attic, placed the folding chair she was carrying against the corner of the wall, and walked downstairs.

Actually, Mochizuki Haruka didn't used to climb onto the roof of the manor to sunbathe.

After all, she was a well-mannered young lady—sitting on a deck chair on her own terrace basking in the sun was much more comfortable and elegant than sitting on a roof exposed to the wind and sun.

However, ever since she took a nap on the hospital rooftop with Jun Matsue, she has developed a fondness for the feeling of facing the open sky from the rooftop, thus forming this little "bad habit"... When the girl pushed open the bedroom door, the golden cat that had jumped off the roof earlier was already lying on the carpet by the window, rubbing the dust off its feet.

"Where is Auntie?" Mochizuki Haruka looked at the empty room.

The small door to the dressing room was tightly closed, and a woman's soft and charming voice drifted out from the other side.

"What's wrong~"

The girl pushed open the door and went inside without hesitation.

A three-sided wardrobe surrounded the woman in the center of the room. Wang Yuehua was trying on a black dress in front of the full-length mirror. She turned around, and the neckline, which was not yet fully tied, partially concealed her full breasts.

"Why are you trying on clothes again?"

Mochizuki Haruka walked to her side and glanced at the open wardrobe.

She pointed to a pair of Victorian-style velvet shorts and a lantern-sleeved shirt, thoughtfully paired with a pair of fishnet stockings.

"This outfit looks pretty good. Do you have my size?"

"Didn't this brand's autumn clothes all arrive at your bedroom yesterday?" Auntie rolled her eyes at her. "Xiaoyao didn't notice, did she?"

"Oh." The girl moved closer to her and tightened her aunt's skirt.

"I feel like my waist has gotten thinner!" Wang Yuehua looked at herself in the mirror and gently lifted her chest.

"My chest seems firmer too, is this the effect of exercise?"

"..." Mochizuki Haruka glanced at her, "Probably."

My aunt's waist has gotten a bit thinner, but her breasts haven't changed much; they're just as perky as before.

However, she didn't intend to point it out; she would just consider it as giving her aunt more motivation to exercise.

The woman put on her dress, turned around in front of the full-length mirror, and nodded in satisfaction.

"So what does Xiaoyao want from me?" She turned around and hugged the girl. "Weren't you sunbathing upstairs?"

Mochizuki Haruka pushed away the large, soft mass squeezing against her, her impatience mirroring that of a cat.

"The video that Imokawa filmed before has already been released."

"Oh?" Mochizuki blinked in surprise. "Is it the short film I also acted in?"

The girl nodded.

So Auntie quickly finished trying on the clothes, keeping the ones she liked and letting the head maid take the ones that didn't fit. She soon changed into a fitted knit sweater for home and sat in front of the big TV with her niece.

The screen already displayed the "Imokawa's Camera" channel, and Mochizuki Haruka selected the latest video to play.

Jinzhi jumped onto the sofa, trying to climb onto its owner's lap, but the girl pushed it away in disgust. It curled up into a golden ball of fur in the corner of the sofa, feeling wronged.

The large screen quickly projected bright colors onto the faces of the aunt and niece.

When the white text of the opening sequence appeared on the river surface where the sky and cherry blossoms floated, Mochizuki sighed.

"The photos are actually quite decent."

Mochizuki Haruka didn't speak; she simply placed her bent legs on the sofa and silently wrapped them around her arms.

The girl knew what was going to happen next.

Hikaru Kashiwabara and Anzu Konno will confess their feelings to each other, only to reject each other in return. There will likely be a segment interspersed with a period of their deep childhood friendship, followed by a special graduation ceremony in reality, a farewell where joy is overwhelmed by sorrow.

At first, Mochizuki Haruka felt quite uncomfortable watching Matsueda and Tomatsu Yuka act together, but now, looking at the young and innocent boys and girls on the screen, she feels calm and indifferent.

After all, they're already deeply in love in real life, so the heart-wrenching separation and death scenes in the story become all the more palpable...

On the screen, the boy who had changed out of his uniform watched the girl walk toward her family waiting at the station. He waved with a smile, but clutched his brand-new, clean shirt tightly.

The next second is from the boy's perspective, with the tram roaring out of the station. The frame-by-frame footage is choppy, like the protagonist's frozen inner world.

Wang Yuehua blinked and leaned closer to the girl beside her.

"They parted ways, and then it's Xiaoyao's turn to appear, right?"

Mochizuki Haruka nodded, watching the second scene on the television.

Then, the girl named "Fujii Kaede" appeared.

Hikaru Kashiwabara first met Kaede Fujii on his university campus, by which time he had already adapted to life without Anzu Konno—it had taken him a whole year.

"The only difference between Japanese men from ten to thirty years old seems to be the different suits and shirts they wear..."

The boy's self-deprecating monologue echoed in the ears of the two people in front of the TV.

But the petite girl who was struggling through the crowd and hurrying toward him had already seen him by the river at Fujimori High School.

It was late spring last year, when cherry blossoms were falling like rain, and the girl had just entered university.

One afternoon when she had no classes, Fujii Kaede was strolling along the river near her home when she spotted a tall boy leaning against the railing on the opposite bank.

At that time, Kashiwabara Hikaru did not notice her. The boy just leaned silently against the railing, just like countless other afternoons when he couldn't shake off his feelings, watching the shimmering waves flowing in the river day after day on the opposite bank of his alma mater.

It was those deep, melancholic eyes that shone with a captivating light, like an inky vortex under the clear sky at the turn of spring and summer, that drew Fujii Kaede's gaze away, making it impossible for her to look away.

She instinctively stopped, as if unwilling to disturb the untimely solitude on the other side. Only when the boy turned to leave did the girl hurriedly take her steps.

"and many more!"

However, her words did not reach the shore. By the time Fujii Kaede arrived at the spot where the boy had been, he had already disappeared.

The girl was also filled with melancholy. She wandered back and forth on the riverbank for a long time before leaving dejectedly.

However, one question remained in Fujii Kaede's mind.

What was he thinking at that time?

It wasn't until two months later, when she spotted that unforgettable figure in the crowd in the school's central square, that the girl's regret and sorrow transformed into excited and thrilled steps.

"This is destiny," she thought firmly.

She will fall in love with him, get to know him, and eventually enter his heart.

Hikaru Kashiwabara, who had been in university for a year, met his junior classmate in this way.

However, this first love did not go as smoothly as Fujii Kaede had firmly believed—

A year after we met.

“Kashiwabara always drinks the same beverage…” the girl watched as he opened the cabinet door.

"Hmm." The boy shook the chocolate milk in his hand, his voice gentle. "This is pretty good."

Konno Anzu and he used to drink this often after school when they were in high school.

"What should I drink..." Fujii Kaede squatted down in front of the beverage cabinet, her fingers twirling between the chocolate milk (one carton was missing) and the plain milk.

The footsteps faded behind her. "Take your time choosing. I'm going to pay the bill first."

The boy's shadow disappeared from the glass cabinet door. The girl was stunned for a moment, and then a bitter look welled up in her eyes.

On the lush green grass, Fujii Kaede suddenly confessed her feelings.

"Hey, Kashiwabara, do you know that every time I see you, I feel a little scared?"

"...Why?" The boy was a little surprised.

"Because every time, the desire in my heart is eager to be fulfilled."

"But I always feel like you're not in front of me—your gaze always passes right through me and looks somewhere I don't know."

The girl looked at the chocolate milk in his hand.

"So every time I'm by your side, my heart aches, but when I see you, I feel happy, and I can't help it..."

"Kashiwabara, what are you looking at?"

"Can't you even look at me a little longer...?"

She could accept her own heartbreak, but she couldn't accept that in the boy's heart there was always an impossible shadow that was far away.

Therefore, this was destined to be a one-sided love that ended in sadness.

When the television screen froze for the last frame, the two women from the Mochizuki family on the sofa were stunned for a moment.

"If I had known the photos would turn out this well, I would have shown my face back then," Auntie said with a touch of regret.

Because the intention was to show that her character wasn't special to Hikaru Kashiwabara, Natsumi Imokawa deliberately avoided showing Miss Hana's face in the shot.

Mochizuki Haruka, who was standing to the side, rolled her eyes at her.

"...Let everyone know that the head of the Mochizuki family came here to film something like this? Is Auntie joking?"

Wang Yuehua waved her hand with a smile, "So it's okay for you to be on camera?"

The girl paused for a moment, then turned her face away and pursed her lips.

Anyway, I can't possibly cut ties with him.

Her relationship with Songzhi is far closer than theirs in the story.

Her aunt was engrossed in reading the comments, while Mochizuki Haruka sat motionless on the sofa—the girl's lowered eyelashes fluttered, and her expression was somewhat hesitant.

She gently nudged the soft thigh of the person next to her, and the woman looked up.

Mochizuki Haruka lowered her head and spoke softly.

"I feel like... I'm about to give up."

As time went on, the girl's defenses became increasingly weak.

(End of this chapter)