Am I being simulated by their love affair?

"As long as you're happy." Matsueda Jun sighed and took Imokawa Natsumi to the table at the foot of the stairs on the second floor and sat down.

The second floor seemed much more spacious than the busy first floor. Outside several classrooms used as examination rooms, junior high school students were quietly queuing up, and occasionally curious eyes would glance at the two of them.

"What was Matsueda's interview like when he first enrolled?" the girl asked the masked boy next to her in a low voice. Matsueda Jun shook his head.

"I didn't have an interview. I called the admissions office, and after they asked about my grades and awards, they told me not to contact other schools."

Jun Matsueda usually doesn't tell others about this kind of thing, but Natsumi Imokawa is an exception. He always has the freedom to express himself without having to hide anything in front of the girl.

"As expected." The girl gave an expression that said, "This is how my protagonist should be." "Matsueda is the type who, even if his experiences are completely different from others, won't surprise anyone."

The boy smiled and stood up from his seat. "I'll go get some water. What do you want to drink?"

The girl lowered her head in thought, "Hot cocoa, please."

Matsueda Jun was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Got it."

Natsumi Imokawa watched him walk down the stairs. Only after the boy's back had completely disappeared did she realize she was alone. The girl looked around in panic and bowed her head in prayer.

"Before Songzhi comes back, please don't let anyone come here..."

Contrary to expectations, a few minutes later, a girl with a schoolbag on her back and two cans of drinks in her hands came to the second floor. She walked up to Natsumi Imokawa, who was lowering his head like an ostrich.

"Hello, Senior, where is examination room number seven?"

"Hello!" Natsumi Imokawa looked at the legs of the girl in front of him, "Uh, number seven is in, go this way to the second classroom."

This girl has a good leg shape, her thighs are tightly together and there is no extra fat. If the skirt is shorter and there is soft light, it will look better... She was thinking wildly in her head.

The girl didn't walk over, but put the two cans of drinks in her hand on the table. They were brown hot cocoa.

"Eh?" Stunned Natsumi Imokawa raised her head and saw the girl she had met once at Sensoji Temple.

"Why is my sister here?"

"Of course I'm here for an interview." Matsueda Jun's voice came from behind the girl, "Aya-chan, why don't you hurry up and get in line?"

"I know~" Aya Miyamura turned around and made a face at him, took out a folder from her bag, and then put the bag on the table.

"Please keep my schoolbag for me."

"Okay!" Natsumi Imokawa nodded subconsciously, which reminded Jun Matsueda of the penguin nodding emoticon she often sent.

"Wait for my good news~" The girl walked to the classroom door and stood at the end of the line.

Matsueda Jun returned to his seat, took the schoolbag in front of Imokawa Natsumi, and placed it on his lap. "Hot cocoa won't taste good if it gets cold."

The girl opened the ring of the can, held the hot cocoa in both hands, took a sip, and exhaled the sweet breath.

“Delicious~”

Junya Matsueda opened his hot cocoa and took two sips. His expression didn't change much. It was quite different from the hot cocoa he made at home. The aroma and taste were much worse.

Perhaps his tongue had become picky, he thought.

"Um, are you sure about taking the Yuqiu test, sister-chan?"

Natsumi Imokawa's expression became nervous. She looked at the girl who walked into the classroom, and seemed to be worried about Aya Miyamura.

"There shouldn't be any problem. Her grades are pretty good, and her internal review scores are far above the admissions standards."

The internal audit point is the school’s regular grades, which consist of homework and exams.

"Besides, she will take the 'Specialized Admissions' exam, so the admission score will be a little lower."

The so-called "specialized application" is similar to the contract signed in China. Students take the examination organized by the school. If they pass, the admission score will be lowered accordingly.

"As expected of Matsueda's sister." Natsumi Imokawa breathed a sigh of relief.

About seven or eight minutes later, Aya Miyamura walked out of the classroom from the back door and returned to the two of them. "The interview went fine. Now it's time for the written test!"

"The written test venues are all on the fourth floor, so don't go to the wrong one." Jun Matsueda reminded the girl with a bag on her back. She walked up the stairs and made an OK gesture.

After Aya Miyamura left, the two of them became free again. Natsumi Imokawa took out a camera from her bag and fiddled with it furtively.

Jun Matsueda took out a tile-red book from his bag, "My Generation is a Cat"

He leaned back in his chair with his head slightly tilted back, holding the book in both hands. This book, "I Am a Cat", was borrowed by him after Tomatsu Tomoka finished reading it some time ago.

Behind the two of them was the window of the corridor. The afternoon sunlight shone on the camera display, creating an annoying reflection. Natsumi Imokawa frowned, turned sideways and pointed the camera at the boy next to her. The reflection disappeared, and the girl nodded with satisfaction.

"Songzhi, take off your mask. There aren't many people around now."

Jun Matsueda looked around the corridor. The only sound was the footsteps of students queuing up and walking into the classroom. He took off his mask and put it in his bag.

The leaves outside the window created spots of light, a few of which fell on the pages of the book in front of him, moving with the sound of the wind.

"Never dislike a kind person just because his host is cold. Indifference is human nature, and it is an upright person who does not hide it."

Jun Matsueda smiled as he watched the cat's teachings. The girl used her camera to record the curve of his mouth. The sunlight, with a subtle warmth, swirled around the window frame.

Natsumi Imokawa's heartbeat quickened a little, and she tried to find a topic to talk about.

"Matsuzhi, the school had a big cleanup some time ago. Which area was your class responsible for?"

"bathroom."

"Wow! This is the most painful place!" The girl covered her mouth with her left hand, while holding the camera in her right hand to take pictures of the boy.

"It's okay, just rinse it with water. What about your class?" Jun Matsueda didn't move his eyes away and continued to watch the cat's confession.

"Our class is in an unused classroom on the fourth floor." The girl suddenly remembered something. "Although it's an unused classroom, the teacher forgot to give us a key. It's strange!"

"That classroom seems to be in use. A classmate looked through the crack in the door and it looked very different from an ordinary classroom."

"Oh?" He responded subconsciously, "There is such a place in our school?"

"Really!" Imokawa Natsumi tugged at the boy's arm and pointed somewhere outside the window. "That classroom. The boys said they wanted to explore it again when they have time."

Jun Matsueda put down his book and looked in the direction the girl pointed. It was the classroom in the middle of the fourth floor.

He remembered that there was once a girl who pretended to be cold and unfeeling standing by the fence at the door, but he didn't know that the girl had watched him leave the classroom, walk through the corridor, and walk towards her.

"...That classroom." Jun Matsueda looked at the dark space where the two of them watched the movie together.

"That's not a place you can explore casually. It's sealed."

"Sealed?" The girl tilted her head and looked at him.

"It's sealed." Matsueda Jun shook the book in his hand.

As I gained more and more compassion from humans, I gradually forgot that I was a cat.

Before I knew it, I felt that I was drifting further and further away from cats and getting closer to humans.

Chapter 215 News from the beginning of March

The last good news in February was that Aya Miyamura passed the "special admission" exam for Hanaoka High School.

"Ai-chan, you're almost certain now, right?" Tomatsu Tomoka handed the book in her hand to the boy at the counter.

"Yeah, she was very proud when she got back and asked me to treat her to a meal."

Jun Matsueda took the book from the girl's hand, turned it around between his fingers, and then handed it to the surprised little girl in front of the counter.

"Remember to return it within two weeks."

The girl sitting by the window looked at her juniors. It seemed that Matsueda was in a good mood today.

"Matsueda-san seems to be in a good mood today." Tomatsu Tomoka expressed Yamami Maki's thoughts.

"It's okay." Matsueda Jun took a sip of the hot tea provided by the library. "Winter is almost over, so it's inevitable that I feel more lively."

February passed quickly, and before we knew it, news of the early cherry blossoms had begun to spread all over Tokyo.

This afternoon was unexpectedly quiet. After sending away a few little girls who came to borrow books, the only one left in the empty hall was the girl by the window.

Yamami Maki came to see Tomatsu Tomoka. The girl planned to wait for her junior to get off work, and then the two of them would go together to pick out some clothes for the changing season.

Tomatsu Tomoka looked around and made sure that there was no one around. Then she quietly left the counter and walked to the seat next to Yamami Miki.

The girl walked gracefully, her eyes looking straight ahead without wavering, her expression calm and serene without panic, giving people the illusion that she was not slacking off at work, but attending a tea party for a young lady.

After sitting down next to the senior, the girl turned around and waved to Jun Matsueda. Her short black hair swayed with her movements, reminiscent of willow branches brushing against the lake.

Jun Matsueda ignored her at first, but the girl did not stop, so Yamami Maki, who was writing leisurely, put down her pen, looked over, and joined the waving group.

So he had no choice but to pick up a book from the pile in front of him and sit at the table in front of the two of them, which was also in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Matsueda-san, won't you come sit here?" The girl patted the seat next to her, and he shook his head to refuse.

“The light is better here.”

Yamami Maki covered her mouth and laughed behind Tomatsu Tomoka.

The girls started chatting, while Jun Matsueda sat alone opposite them, spreading out "Salome" in his hand.

"Hasn't Senior finished writing your speech yet?"

"I thought I had a lot to say, but when the time comes, I don't know what to say." Yamami Mochi smiled distressedly in his peripheral vision.

Jun Matsueda read the introduction on the first page of the book. Salome was the daughter of the King of Judea. She fell hopelessly in love with Jochanan the Baptist, but he did not love her.

So Salome's love turned into hatred. She danced for the king in exchange for Jokanaan's head, and finally kissed her beloved - although he was already dead.

"A bloody love story."

Hearing his voice, the two girls across from him glanced over. Noticing the sound of the reading figure had faded, Matsueda Jun raised his head and asked, "Did I interrupt your conversation?"

"Matsueda-san has given a speech before, right?" Yamami Maki asked curiously, "How did you write your speech?"

"What kind of occasion will you give your speech?"

Tomatsu Tomoka watched the two people talking to each other with a smile on her face. She seemed to like this harmonious atmosphere very much.

"Although I have given speeches before, this is my first time speaking at a graduation ceremony as a representative of the students."

Someone walked into the library. The girl who was listening glanced at the two people who were still talking and returned to the counter.

"There will be reporters filming the graduation speech, right?"

Jun Matsueda conveyed the message "Senior is so awesome" with his eyes, and Yamami Maki responded with a roll of her eyes. When Tomatsu Tomoka was not around, the looks of the two became a little more presumptuous.

When the girl at the counter returned to the square table by the window, she heard the boy's serious advice.

"If it's a graduation speech, I don't think it needs to be written in a formal way. You can add some emotion and personal feelings so that everyone can relate to you."

"That makes sense~" Yamamiya Moki nodded.

I can also answer these questions... Tomatsu Tomoka, who also has experience in public speaking, smiled and sat down in her original seat.

So the topic of conversation turned from the graduation ceremony to the selection of seasonal clothes. This was certainly not a topic that Jun Matsueda would join in. He continued to read the bloody love story in his hand.

Salome finally got her lover's head.

"I kissed your lips, and they tasted a little bitter. Is that the taste of blood?"

As he read the confession in the book, the wound on his lip, which had almost healed, began to hurt again.

"But maybe this is the taste of love... People always say that love has a bitter taste..."

"But so what? I kissed you on the lips."

Hey, hey, Jun Matsueda closed the thin book with less than 30,000 words. This is just a book he picked at random, right?

He returned to the counter to get his own cup of water, trying to wash away the nonexistent taste of blood in his mouth with the faint bitterness of tea.

Putting the red "Salome" back on the pile of books, he recalled his impression that this should be the last book returned by the little girl.

Are today's young girls already watching this kind of stuff? Jun Matsueda is a little worried about the future outlook on love among Japanese women.

After get off work, Tomatsu Tomoka did not ride her bike. She was going to take the subway to Shimokitazawa to go shopping with Yamami Miki. The girls stood on the street and watched Matsueda Jun get on his bike.

"Be careful on the road~"

"Be careful on the road~" Yamami Mochi looked at the cold hat on the boy's head. He looked very handsome in it now.

Jun Matsueda waved to the two of them with his back to them, turned at the intersection, and disappeared from the girls' sight.

At the second traffic light, Jun Matsueda would usually go straight, but today he chose to turn left - the Setagaya Literary Museum was very close to Showa University Toriyama Hospital, and he decided to go and take a look.

He stopped at the hospital entrance, pushed his bicycle into the gate, and let out a long sigh. The temperature in early March was so low that the shape of water vapor had disappeared completely.

The last time I came here was more than a month ago.

When he walked out of the elevator, the maid in the corridor seemed to be a different person. Before Jun Matsueda approached, she had already started to bend down and bow.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Matsueda, but the lady won't allow you to enter the ward."