Am I being simulated by their love affair?

"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 not to pay attention to the figures under the distant ginkgo tree. She couldn't see their faces clearly, but her heart reflexively clenched in pain.

So, she was the only one left behind?

Chapter 75 "Pine Branch Dilemma"

Jun Matsueda was reading in the bedroom, and the girl was humming a song and jumping around in the living room, and her voice came through the door.

Kurusu Yoshi was in a good mood, firstly because the money she had received for her magazine modeling job had arrived, and secondly because she had just received a message from her favorite agency informing her that she had passed the interview.

She opened the door to Matsueda Jun's room and said, "Matsueda, I can be an idol again. Let's go out for dinner tonight to celebrate!"

Matsueda Jun took off his headphones and said, "Didn't I tell you to knock before coming in?"

"I forgot!" Lai Qi Yang Shi threw himself on the bed, "There's your scent on the quilt, it smells so good!"

"That's the smell of laundry detergent, and it's on your bed too." Matsueda Jun turned around and saw the girl's upper body buried in the quilt, with only her peach-shaped buttocks in home shorts swaying outside.

"Let's go out for dinner, Songzhi. I'll treat you!" The girl leaned forward, the hem of her short-sleeved shirt lifted up, revealing a belly without a trace of fat. Her waist was very thin, and her belly button was a clean and sexy depression that made people want to kiss it.

"Let's go." Matsueda Jun was already used to this level of perks. Kurusu Yoshi wasn't exactly stupid; at most, he'd show off his waist and legs, leaving his vital parts well protected. For him, going out for dinner was a bigger temptation.

"Is it necessary to come to Shinjuku for a meal?" Jun Matsueda asked Kurusu Yoshi who was sitting next to him on the subway.

"Hey, it's my treat anyway, why do you care so much!" The girl patted his shoulder impatiently.

Jun Matsueda shut up and looked at the office worker sleeping soundly in the chair across from him, clutching his briefcase. The sight of all sorts of people sleeping on the Tokyo subway was a constant reminder that this was the country where the term "death from overwork" was first coined.

When I got out of the subway, the city was already shrouded in darkness. The bright lights and bustling life of Shinjuku hit me in the face, which was completely different from the night life of the ordinary people in Mitaka.

"It's been a long time since I came back~" Kurusu Yoshi stretched at the exit of the subway station, and his elongated body curves attracted attention.

The girl took him around the corners and finally into an apartment building.

The two entered the elevator. Lai Qi Yangshi pressed the highest floor button. After getting out of the elevator, he entered the stairwell and walked towards the rooftop.

"Is this the way to eat?" Matsueda Jun's steps were a little hesitant. Although his suspicion that the girl possessed the system had weakened, it had not disappeared.

Is she going to reveal her true intentions?

The girl didn't say anything and pushed open the door to the rooftop. The iron door creaked, and the wind outside blew away the stale smell in the air. The aroma of barbecue drifted into the stairwell.

"Yangshi! Long time no see!" The girl who was busy in front of the grill greeted the two of them. She had blonde hair, a shiny tongue stud revealed when she opened her mouth, and a cross star tattoo on the back of her right hand.

"Barbecue set for two, two pitchers of lemon sour~" Kurusu Yoshi sat down at the wooden table at the edge of the rooftop, and the chairs were plastic.

Jun Matsueda sat opposite her. He could see the pedestrians on the ground by sticking his head outside, which felt very novel.

"The boss and the staff here used to be in the entertainment industry." The girl winked at him.

Jun Matsueda looked at the girl wiping the table next to him. She was prettier than most of the underground idols he had seen when he worked in Kichijoji.

"This shop only accepts regular customers. Most of those who come here have been idols or actors and have more or less been involved in the entertainment industry." The lemon soda has been served. Lai Qi Yang Shi held the large glass with both hands and took a big sip.

"This contains alcohol. By the way, can you drink?" The girl realized that the boy in front of her was younger than her.

Lemon sour is a sparkling drink made with shochu, lemon juice, sugar and carbonated water, and is popular in neon izakayas.

"Okay." It was obvious that this was not a place that cared about the "Law Prohibiting Drinking of Alcohol for Minors", so Jun Matsueda didn't care.

The girl took another sip of the clear wine, and a few lemon slices floated in the glass with the ice cubes. She exhaled, her eyes became more excited, and she stared at Matsueda Jun.

"I find you to be a very cunning man."

"I've been wanting to tell you a story these past few days, but you've been avoiding me in various ways! Isn't that right?"

Jun Matsueda took a sip of lemon sour and looked outside the rooftop. "There are so many people here, they look like garbage."

"Don't use my words to change the subject!" The girl slammed the wine glass in front of Matsueda Jun with a "bang".

Jun Matsueda had no choice but to look at Kurusu Yoshi. Her hair had grown a little longer, and the dividing line between black and pink gradually moved down, making the girl look like a sweet cherry blossom-flavored caramel pudding.

He doesn't want to hear other people's stories because it's too troublesome.

Listening to someone tell a story is no different from reading about her life, especially with alcohol as a truth serum.

After listening to her story, you will feel her emotions and you will establish a deeper connection with her. If it is a person of his level of appearance, others will have a better impression of him at least one or two levels after telling his story.

So if a girl starts to talk about her own experience when confessing to him, he will definitely try his best to interrupt her naturally. This can not only reduce the girl's wasted time, but also prevent her from investing unnecessary emotions in him.

If Jun Matsueda knew that he would meet the mysterious creature named Kurusu Yoshi again, he would definitely not say something like "I'll listen to his story if we're lucky enough to meet again."

Unfortunately, there is no if, and Jun Matsueda attaches great importance to promises, so he is now trapped in the "Matsueda dilemma".

The "Matsueda Dilemma" refers to the fact that Jun Matsueda always encounters some people who are familiar with him and want to talk to him, and he is forced to listen to other people's stories.

If Jun Matsueda enters the Department of Philosophy at the University of Tokyo for further studies, he is confident that he can make the Matsueda Dilemma a philosophical problem on par with the trolley problem and the brain in a vat.

However, for now, Jun Matsueda had to listen to the story of the pink pudding-head across from him while enjoying the barbecue and lemon sour.

"Go ahead." He picked up a piece of roasted pork belly and put it in his mouth. It was not bad to have roasted meat and drink wine while listening to stories.

The girl didn't speak immediately, but stared intently at a certain spot on the ground.

"Hello?" Jun Matsueda waved in front of her.

"Wait." Kurusu Yoshi slapped his hand away, "It's almost time."

"Look at the residential building next to the traffic light." She pointed to an intersection and a woman walked out of the apartment door.

"Did you see her?"

Jun Matsueda nodded.

"She is my mother."

"Oh?"

Jun Matsueda thought the girl's story would begin with her father's early death and her mother's marriage far away, but she didn't expect her mother to be right in front of her.

"What do you think she's going to do?"

"Drinking? Gambling?"

"No, no, no." The girl shook her slender index finger, "She is going to meet her little idol now."

Well, Jun Matsueda is about to hear a story that has very distorted values, and he should have thought of it earlier.

"My mom has been in love with idols since she first started watching TV. She's been a fan of all kinds of idols. She's been chasing them!"

"After repeated attempts to follow Kimura Takuya and failing, my mother realized that pursuing a top idol is extremely difficult."

"So she started pursuing those little idols and trying to spend money to train them. During that time, she was spending money like crazy in the underground idol scene in Shinjuku. Everyone knew there was such a beautiful woman who was kind and generous."

"My mother has changed more than a dozen young and handsome idols after she passed her flowery age."

"I, Lai Qi Yang Shi, was born!"

A girl with a beer in her left hand and a barbecue in her right hand announced her arrival on the rooftop of Shinjuku with the tone of a hero.

Chapter 76: A Night When I Almost Lost My Virginity

"So you know who your dad is?"

Jun Matsueda took a sip of his ice-cold lemon sour and asked calmly.

Kurusu Yoshi shook his head. "I took my mother's last name. When I was a kid, I asked her who my father was. She said she changed boyfriends so quickly that she didn't know."

"My mom did one thing well. Although she changed boyfriends very quickly, she never brought them home. I never met any of her boyfriends."

"She wouldn't mention anything like finding a father for me. I guess she never thought about getting married and having children."

This woman had some idea in her mind. Jun Matsueda was biting into the freshly grilled tender ribs. He didn't want to hear any unappetizing stories.

"My mom had a fortune, but it went through the roof very quickly. She spent it all on dozens of boyfriends."

So, it's gone from a dozen to dozens? Matsueda Jun took a sip of wine to calm his nerves.

"Because she has a lot of contact with the entertainment industry, she thought about becoming an idol herself and trying to make some money."

"But her youth had already passed by then. An ordinary, beautiful woman falling into the entertainment industry wouldn't make much of a splash."

"But she won't be willing to give up, right?" Matsueda Jun asked for two bowls of rice and placed them in front of him and Kurusu Yoshi.

"Bingo!" The girl picked up the wine glass and the two of them clinked their glasses tacitly.

"When she reached middle age, lost her beauty and spent all her money, she realized she had nothing."

"Except for my daughter."

"My mom's love for idols continues to this day. When she was young, she just chased the stars without thinking of becoming a star herself."

"By the time she realized she had a chance to become a star, her wallet and youth had already been drained out, and she had lost the conditions to become a star."

"So she came up with an idea to train her daughter to be a super idol standing at the top of Neon."

"After all, I'm pretty." The girl laughed and put her index fingers on her dimples.

Thus, the rooftop filled with the atmosphere of fireworks turned into a stage with flashing spotlights.

Good-looking people are not scary; the scariest people are those who know they are good-looking.

"My mom stopped chasing stars and started working. Besides sending me to school, she enrolled me in various dance and vocal classes, and personally trained me as an idol."

"Kurisu's idol training only has two main points—"

After hearing this, Jun Matsueda felt that he already knew what the content was.

"Either become the most dazzling person in Japan, or marry the most dazzling person in Japan!"

"Luckily, the most dazzling person I've met so far is a man!"

Kurusu stood up and stared at Jun Matsueda, her pink hair fluttering in front of him. He could smell a faint, fresh lemon scent, and he couldn't tell if it was lemon sour or the girl herself.

Matsueda Jun was afraid that she would fall off the roof, so he held her shoulders and made her sit back down.

"Once I entered high school and started working as a part-time model, she stopped working because I could support both of us."

This made sense. Hearing that, the woman was obviously a hedonist, and Matsueda Jun wasn't surprised at all. Rather, the fact that she was working was quite unexpected.

"So this guy went chasing stars again!"

The girl smashed the wine glass onto the table in front of Matsueda Jun again, her large chest heaving with excitement.

"Calm down, calm down." Matsueda Jun's face turned red and he picked up a piece of pork belly and put it into her bowl.

"Once my mom started to become a fan, she became super-extravagant. The little money I earn is not enough for her to spend."

"She wouldn't be happy to go back to work."

"So one rainy day after I became an adult, I left my home in Shinjuku and dropped out of high school."

“My struggle has begun!”

The pudding-haired girl put one foot on the chair beside her, one hand on her waist, and the other hand holding up her wine glass.

The bosses and shop assistants nearby stopped and clapped their hands. This was not the first time they had heard the girl tell this story.

"Wait, do I have to drop out of school?" Jun Matsueda couldn't find the causal connection. Could it be that he was drunk?

"Because I want to be a full-time idol!"

His hand holding the barbecue paused for a moment, because the piece of meat he liked was taken away by the girl.

"So even though you hate your mother, you accept her teachings?"

"Idols are fun, and I don't hate my mom! I just couldn't afford to support her anymore, so I ran away."

"I'm still following each other's accounts on Twitter with my mom."

"Didn't she come to see you?"

"She knows I ran away because I couldn't afford to support her. She knows what's going on, so she won't come looking for me."

After talking too much, Lai Qi Yang Shi started drinking again.

The Kurusu family didn't keep mediocre people, and Matsueda Jun finally realized this. His brain seemed to be a little slow tonight.

"Are you not very good at drinking? Your face is so red."

"Me?" Jun Matsueda touched his face with the back of his hand, it was warm.

It seemed that he had never drunk alcohol in his life. When he hired detectives to make money, he only sold alcohol but didn't drink it.