Am I being simulated by their love affair?

"I tried to ask her to leave the library, but she started arguing with me and even went to the supervisor to complain about me."

"Didn't you report her behavior to your supervisor?" Jun Matsueda turned off the faucet, and Tomatsu Tomoka watched a drop of transparent water flow from the tip of his little finger to his wrist.

"Of course I reported it, but the supervisor said that no matter what the circumstances, try not to argue with visitors." The girl sighed.

"I'll go find her tomorrow."

Jun Matsueda's words were short, but Tomatsu Tomoka's depression and anger disappeared, leaving only flowers blooming in her heart and eyes.

"Ok!"

What the two didn't expect was that they didn't have to wait until the next day to see "that guy" again. After get off work, when they walked out the door, they saw the girl standing not far away.

The girl who changed into a lace long dress looked at the boy who appeared at the door. He said a few words to the girl next to him and walked towards her alone.

"Why are you a little late today, Matsueda-kun?" The girl's smile looked particularly bright in the sunset, but there was no expression on Matsueda Jun's face.

"Ms. Miyamoto, I will never fall in love with you."

The girl was stunned for a few seconds, and then big tears rolled down her cheeks.

"I don't like your unconcerned behavior."

"I don't like the smell of your perfume, your layered dress, or your overly elaborate makeup."

"Your so-called concern has only caused a lot of trouble to me and my colleagues and affected my normal work."

"No matter how hard you try, I can never fall in love with you."

"Could you please stay away from me from now on?"

When Tomatsu Tomoka pushed her bicycle out of the corner, she saw the girl in front of Matsueda Jun wipe the tears from her face and stagger away.

"I hope she won't come again." Jun Matsueda walked towards the bicycle shed, and Tomatsu Tomoka stood there waiting for him.

The girl in the distance seemed to have lost her strength and sat down on the side of the road, holding onto a telephone pole.

Tomatsu Tomoka looked at the trembling back, and after a brief moment of pleasure, she felt deeply relieved.

Fortunately, I came early.

Chapter 197 The Name of the Story

"You said you were going to school?" Jun Matsueda put down the potato chips in his hand and looked at the girl next to him.

The bedroom was still pitch black, and the light from the screen reflected on the two people's faces, fluctuating like water as the picture changed.

"Ah."

Looking at the smile on his face, Mochizuki Haruka suddenly felt a little subtly uncomfortable. She stopped looking at the boy's hateful smile and looked back at the screen.

The huge ship collapsed, causing waves in the center of the boundless Black Sea. A young man and woman struggled on the sea and found a small sampan.

She stretched her hand to the side, but didn't touch the bag of potato chips. The girl waved her five fingers in the air to express her confusion.

Matsueda Jun handed over the bag of potato chips and asked, "Have you made up your mind?"

"Isn't it all the same whether you've thought it through or not?" Mochizuki Yao licked the powder off his hands and looked at the handsome blond boy clinging to the edge of the sampan, his whole body soaked in the sea water.

He left space on the board for the girl, even though the sea was cold enough to freeze at night.

"Our relationship has become like this anyway. How many times have you come to see me in the past week?" Mochizuki Yao looked at the boy next to her. "If I go to school, at least I can see you more."

On the screen in front of the two people was a sea that was so dark that it looked blue. The girl on the sampan was already unconscious, and the boy soaking in the sea water was trembling with every word he spoke. He was colder than her.

"You will escape safely. You will live a good life, with children and grandchildren around you. You will watch them grow up, and you will enjoy your old age and die in a warm bed."

"Instead of ending it like this, here, tonight, you know?"

The girl's response was weak, "I have no feeling in my body..."

"Promise me that you will try your best to survive." The blond boy held her hand tightly, and their wet hair was already frosted.

"No matter what happens, no matter how hopeless it is, never give up. Promise me now that you will never break your promise."

"I promise you." The girl raised her head slightly, "I will never give up."

The two waited for rescue with difficulty.

Wang Yueyao's eyes were dim, and seemed to emit a blue light that was the same color as the sea.

"Why are you looking at me?" Matsueda Jun shook the bag in his hand. "There are no more potato chips."

"You are really good at pretending to be ignorant." The girl laughed. It was impossible to expect to make the person in front of her submit by expressing her emotions.

"Matsueda Jun is always like this. He can make her feel warm, but he can't make her feel loved."

"What do you want to criticize me for?" Jun Matsueda threw the bag in his hand into the trash can next to him.

"Trying to bring warmth to others is an act driven by conscience, and it has nothing to do with loving and being loved."

"You guys are always like this, like to tie everything to love."

The "you" in Matsueda Jun's words refers to the girls who are crazy about love.

"Anyway, you always make sense. I can only be convinced by you forever."

Mochizuki Haruka's voice became weak and aggrieved, and the cold and realistic atmosphere in the room seemed like an illusion, disappearing in a flash.

The two men's eyes returned to the screen, and before they noticed, the boy had frozen to death.

The girl picked up the remote control and pressed a button, and the scenes of life and death disappeared, leaving only a large area of ​​white on the screen.

"Don't want to watch it anymore?" Jun Matsueda came in when the girl was watching a movie.

"The rest of it is boring." Her aunt had taken her to see this movie once before. "I don't want to watch something like abandoning his happy life."

"But this is what he wanted. Ruth just fulfilled her promise to Jack."

"Even if you fall in love with someone else? Even if you marry another man and have children?" Mochizuki Yao disagreed with this decision. "Didn't you tell me to listen to myself first, then my lover?"

The girl said disdainfully, "In the final analysis, it was just her who gave up her love for him."

The two were no longer talking about the plot of the movie. When someone used his own words to refute him, Jun Matsueda didn't know what to say.

"You're right." He had to take responsibility for what he said.

Mochizuki Haruka raised her chin proudly and crawled back into her bed like a triumphant cat.

The girl flipped through the pile of discs on the bedside table, her fingertips sweeping between the thin plastic shells. "I've been watching a lot of romance movies lately, and I found that my favorite ones are still the teenage love stories."

"So I suspect that only the first love you have in your teens can be called love."

“Not everyone’s love is called first love.”

Jun Matsueda opened the curtains and saw snow falling outside the window again. A wild cat was pacing on the snow-covered roof opposite, leaving a string of plum blossom-like footprints in the night.

"When do you plan to go back to school?" Matsueda Jun asked the girl before leaving.

"Let's talk about it after this week."

Wangyue Yao crawled into the bed and took off her clothes, revealing the upper edge of her shoulder blades and the graceful curve of her neck. Her naked back was as smooth as snow, waiting for her master to write in thick strokes.

"I don't want to take the exam as soon as I get back."

Walking through the living room of Room 506, the dark space reminded Jun Matsueda of the days when he lived alone. The girl's habits in this regard were somewhat similar to his.

After closing the cold security door, Jun Matsueda did not go back to the next room immediately, but leaned against the corridor railing and looked at the street downstairs.

There were few cars on the road. A middle-aged man carrying a briefcase walked across the sidewalk, shivering in the cold wind.

At the other end of the street, a boy and a girl were squatting on the snow setting off fireworks. They looked about four or five years old. The girl looked at the brilliant lights in the boy's hands and began to dance with joy.

Because the distance was too far, Matsueda Jun couldn't hear the crackling sound of the firework sticks burning, only the sound of the snow on the treetops piling up and finally falling to the ground.

The lights of a taxi cut through the quiet atmosphere of the street. The girl got out of the car, turned around to thank the driver, and walked towards the apartment.

Kurusu Yoshi seemed to be in a good mood. On the few steps from the street to the apartment, she swayed left and right, having a lot of fun playing in the snow.

The girl finally walked to the tree on the roof of the apartment building and kicked the trunk.

The treetops swayed and the accumulated snow rolled down like white sand. She raised her head excitedly and saw Song Zhichun leaning against the fence.

"Matsuzhi! What are you doing there!" Lai Qi Yang Shi waved at him.

“Observing the uncivilized behavior of some people.”

"Where, where? Why can't I see it?" The girl walked around downstairs and finally remembered the important matter.

"Matsueda! Come with me to record the song tomorrow!"

The girl downstairs smiled sweetly, waved in the snow, and walked towards him; the girl in the room looked at the snow outside the window with a faint look in her eyes, recalling the time just now.

The story of first love, the names they recall, and in the end, it is still youth.

Chapter 198: Wave Lovers

"So why did you ask me to come record the song with you?" Jun Matsueda asked the girl in front of him.

They were the only two people in the corridor. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window on the left, they could see the TBS building they had visited before, which was about a few blocks away.

"Because I'm getting ready to record that love song."

Lai Qi Yangshi turned around and looked at him, and between them was the flying snow outside the glass corridor.

“I don’t see any causal connection.”

The girl pushed open the door of the room, which was the small reception room of the recording studio. The agent was sitting on the sofa in the corner, holding a can of coffee in her hand.

The woman looked at the two people who walked into the room. She seemed a little dumbfounded. "The magical prop you mentioned that can make you sing better, is that Matsueda-san?"

The magical tool himself sat down at the other end of the sofa and looked at the girl who brought him here.

"That's right!" Kurusu nodded, picked up the coffee on the table and opened it. "I've had a love experience with Matsueda before, so if he's present during the recording, I should be able to feel it more."

"..." It sounded reasonable, but Matsueda Jun was too lazy to refute it.

"You were so happy to take me to the show before, why do you have this expression now when I bring you to the recording studio?" The girl glared at him, "Smile for me!"

The corners of Jun Matsueda's mouth curled up, revealing the kind of smile you often see in toothpaste commercials.

"That's right." Kurusu Yoshi opened the pull ring of the can of coffee with satisfaction. The agent walked to the girl and took the coffee from her hand.

"I've told you so many times, you are not allowed to drink any beverages before recording, only water." The woman placed the coffee in front of Jun Matsueda.

"Matsueda-san, drink it for her."

The cool and mellow liquid flowed into his throat. Jun Matsueda looked at the glass wall of the reception room. It seemed that the recording place was next door. He could see the recording engineer sitting in front of two screens, and the table was full of equipment and computers.

"That's the control room over there. The glass opposite where that uncle is sitting is where I'll be singing later."

The girl sat down next to him. Matsueda Jun looked into the distance and saw a woman wearing headphones standing in front of the microphone. She closed her eyes and shook her body, her lips moving, apparently she was recording a song.

"Songzhi, let me tell you, that microphone is super expensive. You absolutely cannot touch it!"

While they waited, the girl followed him back to the corridor. There was a bar counter and high chairs in front of the French windows. Matsueda Jun looked out at the heavy snow covering Tokyo and listened to Kurusu Yoshi whisper in his ear.

"The uncle told me to stand in front of the microphone when I entered the recording studio and not do anything else." For the lively girl, this was also a torture. "I couldn't even touch the wall!"

"Because the walls are made of special acoustic materials, it would be troublesome if you touch them carelessly and damage them." The agent walked out of the reception room and said, "They've finished recording. Yang Shi, please go in."

"See you later~" The girl waved at him and walked towards the recording studio.

"The sound engineer needs to take a break for a few minutes. We'll go in later." The woman sat next to Matsueda Jun and watched him finish the rest of his coffee.

More and more snowflakes fell on the glass in front of the two people, and the originally transparent scenery gradually became blurred.

"Matsueda-kun." The agent's tone suddenly became familiar, "It's not allowed to date minors in the Yang world now."

"If we're discovered, we're doomed."

"So if she confesses to you or something, don't accept it."

The woman's tone was a little humble. She was not afraid that the boy in front of her had any ambiguous thoughts, but she was afraid that her own artist would harm a high school student with a bright future.

Matsueda Jun laughed, "Kurisu is determined to be an idol, how could she do something like this?"

"Singing a love song is so troublesome. Falling in love is a bit too far for her."

"I hope so..." The woman sighed. The door of the room not far away opened and the voice of the middle-aged man was heard.

"You can start recording now."

Jun Matsueda stood behind the middle-aged man, observing the densely packed buttons and sliders on the table. The work software on the computer screen was a bit similar to the one used by Natsumi Imokawa for editing.

"Hello? Can you hear me?" The girl's clear and sweet voice came from the speakers and echoed throughout the control room.

A girl wearing monitoring headphones stood behind the glass and watched them. Matsueda Jun thought of the ornamental animals kept in the viewing boxes.