Am I being simulated by their love affair?

There's nothing I can do about it. Having a pretty face makes me so willful.

The boss, who was sitting near the two of them, licked his lips.

"Boss, don't compete with me! He's the man I like!" The girl was very cautious and refused to even say Matsueda Jun's name.

The baby-faced blonde woman stuck out her tongue at Kurusu Yoshi, and her tongue stud flashed away. She walked to the other side of the rooftop to smoke.

"This is the story between my mom and me, and I haven't told you the story between me and the damn Tokyo entertainment industry yet. Let's save it for next time!"

"It's actually a TV series..." Matsueda Jun muttered to himself, trying to stay calm.

"You are really drunk. Let's go, let's go home quickly! Don't fall on the street later." Kaisu Yoshi paid the bill, pulled up Matsueda Jun, and put his arm around his waist.

When they got on the subway, Jun Matsueda had already slumped over, sleeping on her shoulder. The girl clung to his shoulder like a large dog, looking around warily.

The people in the car didn't know whether to envy the girl with pink hair or the boy leaning on her shoulder.

After arriving at the station, Matsueda Jun held the girl's arm and followed her out of the station.

They passed by a supermarket that was still open and the staff were dealing with expiring vegetables, so the girl took him in again.

Kurusu Yoyo struggled up the stairs of the apartment, holding vegetables in one hand and being held by Matsueda Jun in the other.

After finally pushing Matsueda Jun into the bedroom, the girl breathed a sigh of relief, "Why is this guy so bad at drinking..."

When Jun Matsueda woke up in the middle of the night, he found the familiar ceiling in front of him.

Still feeling a little dizzy, he felt around and found his clothes were still there. He unzipped his pants and took a look, but there were no signs of wear.

"It's so dangerous. I absolutely cannot drink anymore..."

Walking into the living room, thirsty, he wanted to drink some barley tea, but he noticed a figure on the balcony. The room was pitch black, and the girl's long hair fluttered in the bright night sky outside the balcony.

Matsueda Jun walked over with a teacup in hand. Kurusu Yoshi leaned against the balcony railing and smiled at him, "Are you awake?"

He nodded and leaned against the railing to drink his barley tea.

"Only vegetables tomorrow?" he asked.

"You still want to eat meat?" The girl tilted her head and looked at him.

"...Never mind, I'm tired of eating tonight."

One of them faced outside, and the other faced inside, listening to the sound of the night wind blowing through the building.

The girl's pink hair floated in front of him.

"I didn't do anything rude while I was drunk, did I?"

Lai Qi Yang Shi shook his head.

"That's good." He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" The girl turned her head to look at her, her eyes like cat's eye gems, glowing in the dark night.

He shook his head, and the night wind continued to blow.

Perhaps it was because of the residual alcohol, he could not feel any noise. Although he was on the balcony in the city, it felt as desolate as if he was in the desert.

Kurusu Yoshi looked at his profile. Matsueda Jun was drinking barley tea, and his protruding Adam's apple moved up and down.

He really felt like he was listening to a story, the girl thought, and people who listen to stories will also be curious.

What a strange guy! His thoughts of coming to the world of the living were blown away by the wind and disappeared into the high night sky.

Chapter 77: Girls Start a War on the Tennis Court

The basketball slid through the air in a beautiful arc and went into the net.

Jun Matsueda landed on the ground with his feet, his hands still in the shooting posture. The referee signaled to the scoreboard that the three-pointer was valid, and Ken Sakamuro came over and clapped his hands.

There were girls screaming on the side of the court, and of course there were boys' voices as well, but at this time they were not as loud as the girls.

This was the final of the first-year class basketball game. They were playing against Class 4 of Grade 1. The strongest player, Sugisaki, had been devastated by Jun Matsueda before the summer vacation and hadn't recovered yet.

Jun Matsueda didn't want to create a crushing score difference, as that would be too ugly. Playing basketball also requires social skills.

Just like a basketball game does not allow the champion teams of each school year to have a final showdown. If there is an upset or the players get angry, the situation will be embarrassing.

As for the football and baseball games that were not held at all, it was simply because there were too many people on the field and it was difficult for each class to form a team.

Jun Matsueda took a sip of water while the opponent was making a substitution. He had been slacking off for most of the game, and only started acting after ensuring that Class 2 would win.

Is this arrogance? He asked himself, maybe it is, in fact, he doesn't care about winning or losing this game, it doesn't matter if he doesn't play.

But someone cared, and Sakamuro Ken had told him countless times how to dominate the freshman class. So for the sake of the people he cared about, Matsueda Jun had to go out there.

The game was almost over and it was already garbage time. Jun Matsueda was about to leave the court when someone called him from the sidelines.

"Matsueda, show me a windmill dunk!" Chengwei Zhang waved to him, and next to him was a tall boy with dark skin wearing a basketball uniform.

Jun Matsueda glanced at Joe Shiroo. He remembered this man. He was from the basketball club and a classmate of Kou Tsushima. He had invited him to dinner.

"Matsueda, Matsueda! Dunk!" Joo-jo continued to shout from the sidelines. Bullying during garbage time was a bit unacceptable.

But he treated me to a meal, and it was delicious.

Jun Matsueda accelerated at the three-point line, passed the defender in front of him, jumped high, and pushed the basketball into the basket with one hand.

There was a brief silence on the sidelines, followed by the girls' screams and the boys' exclamations.

The game is over.

"Sorry." Jun Matsueda said to the frightened boy in front of him, then walked back to the classroom audience seats.

The boy didn't say anything. The way Jun Matsueda apologized with a smile made him feel an indescribable feeling in his heart, like fear and anger.

As the ball game had the most attendees, many people from Class 2 came to support Jun Matsueda and his team. Sushan touched Sakamuro Ken's shoulder, his hand wet with sweat. He tried to touch Jun Matsueda again, but was dodged.

"Did you enjoy the fight?" Sushan asked Sakamuro Ken.

"It was pretty cool at first, but in the end the limelight was stolen by the pine branches." He curled his lips.

"It's not like I'm not stopping you from dunking. If you can do it, go ahead." Jun Matsueda tugged at his basketball jersey. He didn't sweat much, but moving goods was more energizing.

Before the two of them had a chance to talk to Jun Matsueda, they were pushed away by the girls. Senior Asai and several seniors stood at the front, like bees that hadn't collected pollen for ten days.

"Matsuzhi Songzhi, so you are so good at basketball! Why didn't you join the basketball team?" The senior student's eyes moved back and forth on his exposed arms and calf lines.

Matsueda Jun didn't say anything, just smiled at her and walked off the field. Asai-senpai had been flying around him for almost a week, never getting tired of trying to establish a relationship with him that went beyond friendship.

"Aren't you going to say hello, Tomoka?" Yamami Maki looked at Tomoka Tomatsu beside her.

Tomatsu Tomoka shook her head, and the two stood at the edge of the crowd. It was still early autumn, but the girl exuded the bleak atmosphere of late autumn.

"You are classmates after all."

"Maybe it would be better if we weren't in the same class. He'd see me less often, and he'd be happy, right?"

Tomatsu Tomoka has recently felt that her existence has become increasingly redundant. Every time she sits in the classroom and sees the boy on her right with his head lowered, her heart becomes bitter as if the sea is boiling over her.

It is such a cruel experience to have something that you cannot get appear before your eyes all the time.

A girl holding a tennis racket appeared before Jun Matsueda. Mochizuki Haruka wore a blue and white tennis skirt, a white sports short-sleeved top with blue stripes around the cuffs and collar, and a pair of bright eyes beneath a blue tennis cap.

The crowd naturally moved a little further away from the two of them.

"Is the tennis match over?" Matsueda Jun looked at the girl in front of him. She looked better than before. Perhaps it was because she'd eaten more recently or because her sportswear was so fitted, but her chest seemed fuller.

She shook her head, her high ponytail swaying and brushing against her fair neck. "There are still three grade championship finals to go, so it's time to take a break."

The girl's shoulders and neck are slender and soft, reminiscent of a swan in the lake or a high-necked vase in a museum. The high ponytail highlights this point, making it fascinating.

Mochizuki Haruka's lips parted slightly, and it looked like she wanted to say something more. "Congratulations, and... do you want to come and watch my game?"

Matsueda Jun thought for a moment and asked, "Are you unsure?"

The girl shook her head, then nodded immediately. "The third-year champion is average. The second-year champion is Yamami Maki. She fought hard all the way to get to the top."

Are there any other experts? Matsueda Jun looked around and found Yamami Maki at the edge of the crowd, also wearing a tennis outfit. Her style was similar to Mochizuki Haruka's, but in green.

Yamami Mochi noticed his gaze, waved at him and smiled softly. The girl next to her lowered her head, hiding the upper half of her face in the shadow of her bangs.

Are all the daughters of prestigious families truly multi-talented? Matsueda Jun was curious about the way the quiet senior schoolmate wielded her racket.

"I'll go and see." He said to Mochizuki Haruka beside him. The girl nodded quickly, lifted her bangs, and secretly wiped away the joy in her eyes.

"It starts in ten minutes, don't be late." The girl turned around, and the hem of her blue skirt disappeared into the crowd like a wave.

When Jun Matsueda arrived at the tennis court, Haruka Mochizuki and Matsukio Yamami were already warming up on the court. They stretched their bodies to their heart's content, their skirts and pants swaying.

There were not many people around the court because the men's and women's doubles badminton matches were in full swing on the other side, attracting many people to watch.

Mochizuki Haruka waved her hand and pointed to an empty bench at the side of the field. Matsueda Jun sat over, not knowing that it was the seat for friends and family.

Tomatsu Tomoka sat down on the bench next to Yamami Moki, and she was also alone.

Yamami Maki kicked off the game with neither too much nor too little force. To her, the game was just a friendly exchange.

Until the rebounding tennis ball passed quickly between her racket and cheek, leaving behind a sound of breaking wind.

The gentle forest girl waved her racket nonchalantly, releasing the dissatisfaction left over from her last conversation with Mochizuki Haruka.

"Is it necessary for Mochizuki-san to work so hard?" Yamami Moki smiled.

The girl opposite lowered her body slightly, her eyes serious.

"If you don't have the determination to win, please don't go to the battlefield."

Chapter 78 That's All

The clatter of tennis balls hitting the ground intensified as Yamami Maki and Mochizuki Haruka moved swiftly across the court. The swirling turquoise skirts and the whiteness of the girls' bodies heightened the tense atmosphere.

Mochizuki Haruka's ball was fast and powerful, and Yamami Maki's ball landed in a tricky spot. Both of them's breathing became heavy, and sweat began to appear on their foreheads.

At first, there were girls chatting excitedly on the sidelines, but soon there were only the sounds of rackets and tennis balls colliding and the players' footsteps.

The tennis court was at the edge of the entire venue. Tomatsu Tomoka leaned back, with the cold wall behind her.

At this moment, the girl wished that she were a ball of ever-burning flame, so that even if the wall was icy cold, her heat could be transferred to Jun Matsueda on the other side.

But this is not possible.

She began to regret again. If she had also signed up for the ball game, maybe she could be watched by Jun Matsueda like Haruka Mochizuki on the field, instead of only appearing in his peripheral vision.

As the game was getting more than halfway through, Mochizuki Haruka was running out of strength. She changed her playing style and also began to pull Yamami Moki to find a chance to catch her breath.

The situation on the field changed several times, but the two people in the seats for relatives and friends were like statues, with no change in expression.

The final result was that the blue team won narrowly. The girl walked towards Jun Matsueda on the sidelines. Although her body was tired, her steps were light.

"Won!"

She stood so close to Jun Matsueda that her racket almost touched his thigh. He clapped his hands softly and distanced himself. "Very impressive."

The joy on the girl's face was real. Exercise can make people forget the troubles in their minds, and it is a good medicine for Mochizuki Haruka.

"You played well, Captain." Tomatsu Tomoka stood up from the bench and greeted Yamami Maki. She hadn't really been watching the game, her attention, like the tennis ball, being pulled by Matsueda Jun on the other side.

But the girl lost her racket. It was an unfair game. She could only let Matsueda Jun dominate her heart. She was knocked out of the court and rolled into the grass.

Yamami Maki gritted her teeth slightly. It was just a match, and she had lost before. But seeing Mochizuki Haruka trying hard to suppress the joy on her face, she felt that her loss to Hei Yuxin was just as unbearable as before.

After all the ball games were over, it was time for each class to receive awards. Class 2 was the winning class, and Jun Matsueda and Tomoka Tomatsu went on stage to take photos with their medals.

Both of their smiles were perfect. Mizushima Miya, who was in the audience, was a little dazed, remembering them on the stage during the opening ceremony.

Jun Matsueda is still wearing the school uniform he wore when he first entered school, but Tomatsu Tomoka's white dress that stunned everyone hasn't appeared for a long time.

Yuqiu High School used Saturday morning to host a ball game tournament, giving the students an extra half day off. After the game, Matsueda Jun went to the teaching building, and Kashida, the teacher in charge of the competition, came to see him.

Senior Asai appeared on the stairs and stopped him from going upstairs. The senior in a short skirt stood taller than Jun Matsueda, and the fabric under her skirt was faintly visible.

"Senior, do you have something to talk to me about?"

"I want to go out with Matsueda-kun on Sunday. Are you free?" After hitting a wall several times in a row, she bravely charged forward again.

"Sorry, I have to go out for something this weekend. Please find someone else, senior." Jun Matsueda planned to go upstairs around the girl to prevent her from finding an opportunity to show her benefits and pester him.

"Wait, Matsueda-kun, I can go with you! Are you going shopping or attending a party? I'm up to you!" She has decided to throw away her pride in order to taste the body of the boy in front of her.

"The 17th Neon Science and Geography Olympiad Championship and the 19th International Geography Olympiad Trials, do you want to go with me?" Jun Matsueda's bad taste brought a somewhat sincere smile to his face.

"Eh? Um, that name is so long, could you please tell me again?"

Jun Matsueda repeated it like a tongue twister, and then left when the senior looked embarrassed.

After receiving a large amount of materials and instructions from the serious teacher, the class monitor's duty required him to walk towards the classroom. He had to check whether the doors and windows were closed and whether there was anyone left.