Am I being simulated by their love affair?

“Humans do not have the ability to choose their own destiny; we can only be chosen by destiny.”

He gently released the girl's hands from around his waist.

"But I never think that people cause a series of tragedies because of their own shortcomings. In fact, we are always dragged into greater tragedies because of our own strengths."

Jun Matsueda is a true reflection of his views.

"Those who are cowardly, lazy, and dull will fall early before even the smallest tragedy."

He placed his hands behind the girl's back and under her knees, picked her up, and walked out of the ward. The bodyguard outside closed the door for him.

"And the upright, the brave, and the strong, they embrace tragedy after tragedy, wantonly mocking the injustice of fate on the stage, until everything is over, life comes to an end, and they themselves are scarred by the tragedy."

"People like this were later called strong men or heroes."

Jun Matsueda went into the next room, put the girl on the bed, and covered her with a quilt. He brought a chair and sat beside her bed.

The first thing Mochizuki Yao did when she woke up was to look for her aunt in the room. After finding that her aunt was not in the woman's ward, she began to look for the shadow of a young boy in panic.

"How did you sleep?"

Jun Matsueda sat in a chair beside the bed, looking at her. His eyes were as gentle as the ones Mochizuki Haruka had seen in her dreams, like a white fox passing by you in the snow, realizing you were shivering with cold, and then lying on your legs, licking your hand with its hot, wet tongue.

Mochizuki Haruka subconsciously leaned towards him, wanting to seek a hug. When she saw Matsueda Jun's rejecting look, she realized that this was not a dream.

"How did you sleep?" he asked again.

"...I'm fine, thank you." Mochizuki Haruka, having regained consciousness, became clumsy again. She was the type to say one thing and mean another. The memory of her crying in front of Matsueda Jun, burying her head in his lap, would likely be brought up countless times in the dead of night for the next decade or so.

"Mochizuki Haruka-san, I won't be your savior."

The girl's face, which had brightened a little, dimmed again, but Matsueda Jun had not finished his words.

"It's no use just waiting for a savior to appear, Haruka Mochizuki. I won't be your savior."

"I'll teach you how to be your own hero."

Testimonials

I opened this book because of my hunger.

Before I started reading, I found that there were fewer pure romance stories than before, not to mention the various twisted themes that I prefer.

So I decided to read this book on Qidian. It has all the twisted elements, including a bad woman going crazy, a Shura field, rivers of blood, ex-boyfriends, and chasing after husbands!

First of all, I would like to thank my editor, Canaan, who gave me a lot of suggestions and helped me get chapter recommendations. Without him, the book would have been promoted much slower, and it would have severely hit my confidence, with immeasurable negative impact!

Then I realized that when I wrote about Tomatsu at the beginning, my XP release was too harsh, and many readers didn't like it...

Therefore, I made some changes to the description of Tomatsu in the first twenty chapters, which does not affect the overall plot. You can go back and read it. There is no other way, I have to make a living.

Next, let me make it clear that I am not a Japanese student, I just have a few friends studying abroad there.

I prefer realism when writing books, whether it is the characters' psychology or their living environment, so I have to look up information every time I write about a new environment and a new plot.

All the scenes I have written so far are basically either real places or have prototypes. Although this takes time, I am personally quite satisfied with it, as it makes it easier to write out the sense of immersion and picture.

Why do I need to explain all this? Because it gives me an excuse for my slow typing!

It takes me four to six hours to write two chapters every day, and I keep writing until bedtime. I really can't write fast enough, so I can only guarantee that there will be four to five chapters on the shelves tomorrow. If there are more, it means I didn't sleep tonight.

Then some adults will ask: Author, why don’t you write about the domestic background?

Hey! I started writing this book with the domestic background in mind, but as I wrote, I felt more and more uncomfortable.

My own feeling is that there is a big difference in style between light novels with domestic backgrounds and those with Japanese backgrounds. For domestic backgrounds, it is too difficult for me to write about both the everyday youthful romance and the twisted flavor that I like.

There is no such thing as a twisted youth Shura field high school love in the domestic reality background!

So I happily changed to Japanese light, cool! Neon is still very suitable for this kind of atmosphere.

Let’s talk about the characters and writing plan. If the performance of this book is not good, I might write it until I graduate from high school. If the performance is good, I will write it until the college story.

Of course I hope to write about college! If I write about college, I can have more characters and more exciting plots!

Regarding the characters, the core of my writing is the transformation of each character. Personality is not static; during those most sensitive years of life, even the smallest factors can have a profound impact on a person's character. I wanted to express this transformation in this book. This kind of transformation certainly requires a significant amount of space to capture, and I hope you'll be patient enough to bear witness with me.

I originally wanted to talk more about the character settings, but then I thought there was no point in talking about it. As for Hamlet, everyone understands it, so I just need to be responsible for writing it.

Finally, there is the reward. It is tentatively planned that an additional chapter will be given if the cumulative reward reaches 5, and an additional chapter will be given if the cumulative monthly votes reach . The calculation starts from the time the book is put on the shelves. The main reason is that I am not confident in my typing speed and don’t want to owe updates.

Thank you all for your support. I will work hard to write this book well!

It will be on the shelves tomorrow at 12 noon, so the update time will be postponed by one hour. It is expected to be updated four to five times. I hope you will subscribe and support it!

Twist! Twist them all! Twist the void! Become a twister!

Chapter 74: 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 Matsueda recalled who was often on the badminton court during class, 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 in a low voice.

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.

Haruka Mochizuki and Jun Matsueda stood under the ginkgo tree by the wall. Its leaves were still a tender and bright green, and it would take at least a month for them to turn into golden rain that would fall all over Tokyo.

The girl looked at Song Zhichun who was leaning against the tree trunk. The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the tree canopy, casting a small piece of fine golden light on his face. The boy's eyes drooped slightly, like a sleepy tree elf.

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 a Chinese restaurant anymore."

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 listened to you and came to class..." The girl felt 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.