Am I being simulated by their love affair?

The school bus started, and Jun Matsueda waved to Natsumi Imokawa and others outside the window. The statue of Jesus at the door watched the talented people on the bus go away.

"I'm upset with her because my grades are obviously better than hers, but adults always praise her and never praise me, just because she is a good child."

Of course, Hei Yuxin no longer cares about those childish compliments.

"She's upset with me because no matter how hard she tries, she can't catch up with me, and I always use this to piss her off." When she said this, the girl laughed happily like a kitten.

"But didn't you two have a great time chatting at the Tokyo Wind Music Contest before?" Jun Matsueda resisted the urge to rub her little face.

"That's... you wouldn't understand the relationship between girls anyway!"

Jun Matsueda did not ask any more boring questions. His desire to understand Yamamimi Maki had been satisfied. Even if they were a lesbian couple who loved and hated each other, it had nothing to do with him.

The school bus stopped at the coast, and Matsueda Jun could smell the salty, humid air as soon as he got off. When he saw the red water in the distance, he already knew what the field test would be.

"Red Tide..."

After getting background information from the staff, Jun Matsueda walked along the road along the shore and could see the port of Tokyo Bay in the distance.

This time, there are three field test sites. After observing along a fixed route, you need to answer questions in sequence at the sites.

After answering the questions one by one, Jun Matsueda did not get on the car, but sat on the embankment to enjoy the scenery.

The question is actually quite difficult. The first step is to draw a simple zoning map of today's red tide and analyze the movement of sea water. Red tide actually has many colors, which are mainly related to the enrichment of microorganisms.

At this time, the sea water in front of Jun Matsueda was blue-brown, which looked very dreamy.

Then you need to fill in the functional zoning around your location. This is relatively simple. The Tokyo Bay area is a typical example, and there are quite a few related questions.

Finally, based on the red tide reports from the Tokyo Metropolitan Environment Bureau in previous years, he analyzed the changes and causes of this year's red tide. This was the scariest question, and he shook his head as he wrote it.

But it doesn’t matter. As long as he gets the gold medal, he’s sure to get the principal’s bonus.

After the exam, everyone returned to the bus, their expressions noticeably relaxed. Matsueda Jun remained in his usual seat, while Kuroba Shin got on a little later, looking exhausted. If she'd been answering the questions on paper, she'd have likely filled in every blank.

"I want to sleep, please don't disturb me." The girl said this as soon as she sat down, then leaned back in the chair and fell asleep.

Jun'ya Matsueda chose to close his eyes and rest, and returned to Aoyama University in silence. Before getting off the bus, he discovered something.

The flying insect was still outside the car window.

He was so persistent and too determined, Matsueda Jun sighed, with something floating in his mind and refusing to come out.

For someone with an extraordinary memory, even the associations are very clear, and this kind of vagueness is very rare.

what happened?

When a Qingshan student in a white dress passed by him, Matsueda Jun finally realized the reason.

He had buried her deep in his mind with his own hands.

That girl who refused to give in and was overly determined, Tomatsu Tomoka.

"......" Jun Matsueda fell silent at the school gate.

Aoyama University is located in Omotesando, the most fashionable place in Tokyo. Fashionably dressed girls happily hold hands with boys and pass by the quaint school gate.

"Didn't Matsueda perform well? Or is he carsick? Why do you look so bad?" Teacher Kashida walked over from the opposite side, followed by two people from the News Department.

"Nothing." He smiled at the three of them, "I think the gold medal will be fine."

"That's good. Let's go. I'll take you home." The man took out his car keys.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I have an appointment in Shibuya tonight and don't plan to go back now." Jun Matsueda apologized to the man. Kurusu Yoyo asked him to watch her premiere.

"That's fine. Just make sure you're safe and send me a message when you get home tonight."

Jun Matsueda watched the black car gradually become smaller and disappear at the end of the road.

"Why didn't you get in the car?" He looked at the girl holding a camera across the street.

Natsumi Imokawa walked up to him and said timidly.

"I sense you're not in a good mood."

Chapter 81 When She Stands on the Stage

Jun Matsueda and Natsumi Imokawa walked along Omotesando, a street lined with glittering shops and gorgeous display windows, and every inch of the land was filled with the decadent smell of money.

The girl held her camera and kept taking pictures of the store entrance, which was stacked like a kaleidoscope of mirrors. There were many artistic men and women holding cameras here, and the girl was not unusual among them.

"Imokawa, do you have someone you like?" Matsueda Jun suddenly asked. The girl was so scared that her shoulders trembled and the camera fell from her hands.

Luckily, the strap was still hanging around her neck, and the camera just bounced twice on her chest before it stopped moving.

Imokawa Natsumi turned in front of the kaleidoscopic building and stared at him blankly. The girl was wearing shorts today, her fair thighs reflected in the mirror.

"Why are you asking this suddenly?"

"It's just a casual question. If you don't want to answer, forget it." Matsueda Jun shrugged, and the young man passing by subconsciously imitated his actions.

"...Will your mood improve if I answer?" the girl asked cautiously.

"I wasn't in a bad mood to begin with." He smiled.

"You're just being stubborn." Imokawa Natsumi whispered, "I don't have anyone I like."

"Have you ever had someone you like?" The two continued walking, neither of them intending to go into these extremely expensive shops.

It was already evening, and a vast expanse of sunset glow appeared over the city. Imokawa Natsumi raised his camera and pointed it at the sky. Pink light filtered through the slightly reddish-brown leaves of the zelkova trees, casting an even shadow over the two of them.

The girl was not shy at this moment, but the sunset painted a blush on her cheeks.

Could it be that he likes me? This was what Natsumi Imokawa was thinking.

Her mother told her that if a boy asked her if she had ever liked someone, he was most likely interested in her.

Then the girl's shyness overshadowed the sunset in the city.

"No." Natsumi Imokawa lowered his head and pretended to look at the photo, then raised his eyes to see Matsueda Jun's reaction.

Matsueda Jun thought for a moment and said, "Then let me ask you a question. Suppose you have someone you like, and they see you doing something you don't want others to see, and spread the news, what would you do?"

Natsumi Imokawa's brain suddenly short-circuited. What did this mean?

The thing you don't want others to see, is it the time when I was watching that kind of stuff in the news department?

So, is the Matsueda classmate who saw me the one I like? Does he want me to like him? The girl's mind was working rapidly.

He really likes me! This was Imokawa Natsumi's final conclusion.

The girl's face became redder and redder, from her face to her neck, until Matsueda Jun noticed her silence.

"I'm just assuming, assuming. I'm not talking about the news department incident, nor am I saying that I like you, and I won't spread that."

“......Oh.” Natsumi Imokawa came to his senses as if a bucket of cold water was poured over his head.

What my mother says can be wrong sometimes, the girl thought, with a little regret lingering in her chest that she hadn't noticed.

"What will Imokawa do?"

The girl then began to think about his question, "...it would be very distressing and even angry."

"Will you still like him then?"

"do not know."

"Then will you forgive him?"

"will not!"

The two of them followed the beech trees all the way and were almost at the end of this road known as the "Champs-Élysées of the East". Harajuku was in front of them.

"What if he kneels down and begs you? What if he cries and shouts that he wants to jump off the building? What if he keeps pestering you and refuses to let go?" Matsueda Jun continued to ask, and the girl was speechless.

"What if he changes for you?"

They had already reached Harajuku Station and could see the torii gate of Meiji Jingu Shrine in front of them.

"......have no idea."

"It seems that Imokawa has a soft heart." Matsueda Jun said with a smile.

"Is yours very hard?" the girl asked unconvinced.

"It should be harder than yours."

Just as Imokawa Natsumi was expressing her doubts, her phone rang. The girl pulled out her phone and answered with a series of "hmms and ahs."

"My mom urged me to go home." The girl looked at the gate of JR Harajuku Station. "Are you feeling better now?"

She never believed what Jun Matsueda said about being in a good mood.

So he could only admit, "I feel better now. Thank you, Yuchuan. Is that okay?"

The girl shook her head. She was not satisfied with just a simple thank you. She raised her hand and pointed at the nearby Meiji Jingu Shrine. "Next time we go to Meiji Jingu together, I want you to be my model."

She had wanted to take a photo of Jun Matsueda for a long time.

This seemed to be the first time the girl in front of him made a request to him, and Jun Matsueda agreed. This could be considered as helping her photography career, right?

Watching Natsumi Imokawa walk into the station, Jun Matsueda took out his mobile phone and clicked on the penguin avatar.

"Text me when you get home to let me know you're safe."

The other party sent an emoticon of a penguin skiing, which was much more lively than the girl in real life.

Jun Matsueda closed the chat and clicked on the map. "Shibuya Idol Theater, is this the address?"

Kurusu Yoshi's performance venue was very close to where he was, just south of Meiji Jingu Shrine. He originally thought he would have to take the subway, but in fact he could just walk.

The weather is no longer hot, so let's walk and save some money.

Jun Matsueda started from Harajuku Station and walked south. The charming and dreamy streamlined shell of Yoyogi Gymnasium kept spinning on the right side of the road.

Twenty minutes later, he stopped at Shinnan 1-chome. The billboard of Shibuya Idol Theater was on the right side of the road, and the Shibuya Sky Building could be seen in the distance.

There was still more than an hour before the opening of Kurusu Yoshi, so Matsueda Jun decided to go and have dinner first.

Following the navigation system to the nearest Yoshinoya, Jun Matsueda waited for his beef bowl to be served. Generally speaking, he didn't like chain restaurants, firstly because the prices weren't very cheap, and secondly because the food coming out of the assembly line wasn't very special.

But in order to avoid going into some weird store and ordering expensive and unpalatable food, I'll just have to make do with Yoshinoya tonight.

If he had a choice, he would still like to treat his tongue and stomach well.

After dinner, it was almost time. Matsueda Jun walked into the basement of the semicircular building and showed his ticket. The staff looked at him, stood up and ushered him in.

He was doing the same job a month ago, and Jun Matsueda missed the days when he didn't have to worry about anything except working.

I followed the staff to the front row of the audience. The lights in the venue were not on, and Jun Matsueda sat down in the dark. This row seemed to be the seats for relatives and friends, and he was the only one there.

Behind his seat, the men whispered, "Looks like there's a newcomer coming today? I wonder how good their performance is?"

"You'll know once you've seen it. Don't expect too much from newcomers."

"Every time a new person comes, they will take away my Meijiang's C position. I want to see Meijiang in the C position!" This is a single-push brother.

As the arena's speakers began to vibrate, the audience quieted down, light sticks in hand, ready.

The curtain of the stage opened, and the graceful shadows of the girls could be vaguely seen in the darkness.

The warm-up cheers have already begun, and the people in the audience are shouting the names of their idols, waving colorful glow sticks, and venting their enthusiasm noisily and randomly.

Until the spotlight first hit the girl standing in the center, it was as if the mute button was pressed. The audience stopped and stared at the stage in a daze.

The music started at this moment, and Lai Qi Yang Shi's smile, from her hair to her eyelashes, was exuding vitality, and with the accelerated drum beats, it rushed into people's eardrums and ventricles.

There was only one thought left in their minds.

The whole world becomes brighter.

Chapter 82: The Story of the Girl Idol Who Shocked the Darkness

The dark space became colorful.

After being stunned by the dazzling first sight, the crowd's enthusiasm shot up like a deflated spring, reaching the ceiling of the underground space. The crowd's cheers and the loud speakers collided with each other.

Jun Matsueda looked at the girl standing in the center of the stage. Idol groups take turns singing lyrics and standing in turns during their performances, but he knew that Lai Qi Yang Shi was the undisputed focus tonight.

"An unexpected encounter~"

"When I noticed it, I had already fallen~"

After singing these two lines, the pink-haired girl stepped aside, letting others stand in the C position, but the audience's eyes could only follow her.

Compared to the other girls on stage, Kurusu Yoshi was a truly unique presence. Her radiance was dazzling, like a burst of compressed, long, boring life. It wasn't so much an infectious force as a primal release of energy, even causing Jun Matsueda to harbor a sense of unease about her, like a summer cicada missing the winter sun.

"[Seeing you] is the highest priority~"