Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 75 Differential Treatment
Mochizuki Yao's heart, which had just fallen to the bottom, climbed out again.

"what should I do?"

"First, start by learning to accept death."

Jun Matsueda opened the curtains, letting the Setagaya night seep into the room.

"Impossible!" the girl immediately retorted, "I won't watch my aunt die! Even if I have to spend all the Wangyue family's wealth, I will let her live!"

Teacher Songeda encountered difficulties in the first step of teaching and could only sigh.

How to make this addicted girl his hero? This is a difficult question. But in order to escape the increasingly heavy vortex of the Mochizuki family, he must find a way to solve it.

The system is such a waste. Can't it allow Mochizuki Haruka to unleash her inner universe, or awaken some ability to heal her aunt?
Jun Matsueda was distracted at the podium.

"Matsueda-san." Tomatsu Tomoka beside him reminded him.

"Ah, sorry. Let's continue discussing the roster for the ball game. What other events haven't been decided yet?"

Ueno High School holds the sports festival and ball games separately. The sports festival is held in June and July, and the ball games are held in September. Otherwise, there would be too many activities at the sports festival.

“There’s also women’s badminton and men’s tennis.”

Let Sushan play men's tennis. He brags about his killer tennis skills every day in physical education class, so there should be no problem for him to participate in a ball game.

Women's badminton. Jun Matsue recalled who used to be on the badminton court during his classes, and he glanced at the girl on his left.

It was Tomatsu Tomoka.

The girl looked at him with a hint of anticipation in her eyes. The students in the audience were all waiting for him to speak.

"Mizushima-san was pretty good at badminton before, right? Would you consider joining us?"

"Me?" Mizushima Miya pointed at herself, and Matsueda Jun nodded. Badminton is a two-person game, so someone must be playing with Tomatsu Yuka.

".All right."

Tomatsu Tomoka didn't say a word while coordinating the appearance time of each contestant.

During lunch break, Matsueda Jun stopped Mochizuki Haruka as she was walking out of the classroom, and people from both classes were secretly watching them.

Recently, Jun Matsueda has been in contact with Haruka Mochizuki a lot, and everyone in Class 1 and Class 2 has seen it. If he goes to see her secretly, it may cause more misunderstandings.

"Where to go?"

The girl looked at the boy's broad shoulders and followed him through the crowd. The two of them were like rebellious fish, swimming upstream in the river rushing towards the cafeteria.

They walked all the way to the wall near the school gate. Matsueda Jun stopped and looked back at her. "Have you been eating well recently?"

The girl hesitated for a second and wanted to nod, but then she remembered that they had agreed not to tell lies to each other.

"Open your mouth."

Mochizuki Haruka opened her little mouth, and Matsueda Jun could see her neat white teeth and the wet little tongue in the middle. The pink and bright red inner wall of her mouth was squirming restlessly.

"You didn't brush your teeth properly. There are still debris on your teeth." He mocked the girl mercilessly.

"How is that possible!" Wang Yueyao was anxious, "I haven't even had breakfast!"

"How long has it been since you had breakfast?" Matsueda Jun suddenly asked.

"I can't remember, anyway, I don't want to eat, I have no appetite," the girl said softly.

It’s not good. I’m feeling a bit anorexic.

"What have you had for lunch lately?"

"Bread and milk."

Jun Matsueda took out his cell phone to send a message, then waited by the wall.

"What are we waiting for now?"

"Wait for your lunch."

The conversation between the two was as childish and meaningless as that of elementary school students, like the extra leaves on a tree, swaying in the wind.

As we enter autumn, the sun no longer carries the same heat as it did a month ago, but only makes people feel that the weather is clear and the breeze is gentle.

Mochizuki Haruka and Matsueda Jun stood under the ginkgo tree by the wall. Its leaves were still a tender, bright green, and it would take at least a month for them to transform into a golden rain that would blanket Tokyo. The girl looked at Matsueda Jun, who was leaning against the tree trunk. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the canopy, casting small patches of dappled gold on his face. The boy's eyes were slightly lowered, like a drowsy tree spirit.

She felt that time, which had been speeding up faster and faster, suddenly slowed down again.

The sound of an electric car came from the other side of the wall. A middle-aged man wearing a hat stopped the car and waved to Matsueda Jun under the tree across the wall.

"Thank you, boss!" The girl didn't understand what Jun Matsueda said because he spoke in Chinese. She could only see "Chinese Restaurant" written on the back of the uncle's coat.

Jun Matsueda took the bag the man handed him and waved it in front of the girl.

"Is this my lunch?"

"I want to eat too."

The man in the suit had already spread out the picnic mat on the lawn. Matsueda Jun opened the bag and found a box of sweet and sour pork, a box of stir-fried lettuce, and two boxes of rice. Bright red, refreshing green, and pristine white.

"Let's change the taste. You don't have to finish it. Eat as much as you want."

Jun Matsueda didn't know what the girl liked to eat, but he usually couldn't go wrong with sweet and sour lean meat and refreshing vegetables.

Wangyue Yao picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork and put it into her mouth tentatively. It tasted unexpectedly good.

"Is this made of tempura?" She poked the golden crust of the pork tenderloin in the bowl with her chopsticks.

"Don't say things like that in Chinese restaurants in the future."

The girl didn't eat much, but she knew that this was already far more than she had been eating recently.

After lunch, someone brought oolong tea. Mochizuki Haruka drank it in small sips, looking at the boy in front of her.

"Don't look at me. If you want to eat in the future, just go and eat by yourself. You are not an elementary school student anymore. Do you still need a teacher to take you there?"

"I've been listening to you and coming to class." The girl said, sounding a little aggrieved.

Matsueda Jun stood up and stretched. "Stop thinking like that. You're not here for me, nor for your aunt."

"As a minor, it's your job to receive socialization education."

"Your presence with your aunt is actually not helping her condition at all. Spending meaningless time like this will only exacerbate your anxiety."

"That's why you've been acting like a giant baby lately."

Mochizuki Haruka had to admit that what he said made sense, but the fact that she listened to it had nothing to do with whether it made sense or not, it was just because the person who said it was Matsueda Jun.

"So you have to come to school, and not only that, you have to actively participate in school activities."

"Leave those transactions and negotiations to your people. You're not a professional, and doing it yourself won't yield any better results."

"Go to the ball game. Aren't you a good tennis player?"

The girl looked up at him.

"When Auntie wakes up, she definitely won't want to see you crying beside her bed. Why not tell her this—"

"You woke up too late. My tennis ball has already dominated Yugaoka!"

Mochizuki Haruka could already imagine the woman's regretful expression for not being able to witness her niece's victory.

"When you can still eat well, go to bed early and get up early, and live a healthy life while still thinking about your aunt, then ask me what to do next."

"If you can't do that, don't come to me."

Jun Matsueda thought that this was the first step to stop Mochizuki Haruka. The effect of talk therapy was also time-limited. During this time, he had to think carefully about how to make the girl learn to accept death.

Although he said it nicely, he had already prepared for the worst.

"Then can I come to you to report the situation?" the girl asked timidly.

"No during class time!"

"Don't look, Tomoka, there's nothing to see." On the balcony at the end of the corridor, Mizushima Miya stretched out her hand to block Tomoka Tomatsu's view.

"Hmm," the girl turned around, trying hard not to notice the figures under the ginkgo tree in the distance. She couldn't see their faces clearly, but her heart clenched with a reflexive pain.

So, she was the only one left behind?

　Children, there are no other works related to "The Grave Buried Under the Tree," so please don't further disrupt the worldview of "The Grave Buried Under the Tree."
　　
　
(End of this chapter)