Am I being simulated by their love affair?

With nothing else to look at, Wangyue Yao lowered her head and concentrated on drinking her porridge.

Kurusu Yoshi's face leaned closer. "At least you have a good impression of him, right? Hmm? He's the one I'm looking for, you know? I won't give him up to you easily."

Wang Yueyao looked up at her: "Do you like him?"

Miss Idol was stumped by the question. The girl simply felt happy being with Jun Matsueda. Rather than marrying the brightest person in Japan, she wanted to be that brightest person herself.

Love and marriage don't really matter to her, otherwise she wouldn't have invited Matsueda Jun the first time she met him.

Mochizuki Haruka looked at her like a golden retriever guarding its food. "Don't you want to be an idol? I can support you as long as you can move out of this apartment."

Kurusu Yoshi shook his head subconsciously, his long black and pink hair flying and almost falling into their bowls.

Matsueda Jun came out of the kitchen and knocked her on the head, "Don't make trouble at the table. I'm almost done washing the dishes. Why haven't you finished eating yet?"

So the two of them stopped talking and just lowered their heads to drink porridge in silence.

Mochizuki Haruka felt a little better. She suddenly realized that these two people who shared the apartment might not be able to get together so easily.

No matter whether she would be with Matsueda Jun or not, Mochizuki Haruka would feel at ease as long as Matsueda Jun didn't fall in love.

Why not just secretly help Lai Qi Yang Shi? As long as she devotes herself to her career, won't she have time to care about her love life?

Wangyue Yao swallowed the last mouthful of porridge.

After lunch, Kurusu Yoshi continued watching the store exploration program on the sofa, Mochizuki Haruka took the underwear hanging on the balcony to the bathroom to dry, and Matsueda Jun regained the use of his own bedroom.

Jun Matsueda was sitting at the table reading a book. Haruka Mochizuki changed into her underwear and returned to the living room. She looked at Kurusu Yoshi on the sofa and quietly walked into Jun Matsueda's bedroom.

She walked behind the boy and stared at the swirl of hair on the back of his head.

"How do you feel after drinking the porridge?"

"My throat hurts a little." The girl coughed twice.

"There's CC lemonade in the kitchen, help yourself."

Mochizuki Haruka came back with two cups of lemonade. She put one on the desk and drank the other herself.

"This works quickly on my throat; the pain should go away soon." Many drinks in Japan claim to have "immunity" or "hydration," and they certainly do. When Jun Matsueda himself has a cold, he's too lazy to take medicine and instead buys lemonade and nutritional drinks.

"You seem to be very good at taking care of people." The girl sat down beside his bed, which was harder than the one in Laiqi Yangshi.

"I think your housekeeper is better at this." Jun Matsueda hinted that she should go back and receive better care.

There was no sound behind him, so he turned around and saw the girl had crawled into his bed again.

"My bed isn't as comfortable as yours."

Mochizuki Haruka covered her head with the quilt and said, "I feel dizzy again. I need to sleep for a while."

Why does it still smell like that woman... She poked her head out from under the quilt and squirmed in it, trying to erase all traces of Lai Qi's past.

Jun Matsueda ignored her and continued reading his book.

Kurusu Yoshi started practicing dancing in the living room, and Mochizuki Haruka crawled from the head of the bed to the foot of the bed and closed the bedroom door.

The room became quiet again. The girl lay on her side in the quilt, looking at the figure by the window.

Mochizuki Haruka felt that she had begun to like the feeling of silently observing him, as if she had become a part of his life.

She had originally intended to pretend to be asleep, and dizziness was just an excuse for not wanting to leave. However, as she lay there, looking at Matsueda Jun's back, the girl's eyes closed unconsciously.

When she woke up again, Matsueda Jun was standing beside her, one hand on her forehead. Mochizuki Haruka looked at the tiny hairs on his arm, and she couldn't count them all.

"You had a slight fever again this afternoon." He tore off the fever-reducing patch that had lost its effect.

"Thank you." Mochizuki Haruka said softly, and her throat didn't hurt much anymore.

"Mr. Bodyguard is waiting for you downstairs."

"What's wrong with him?" The girl opened her eyes again.

"He said the expert you were looking for has already arrived at Haneda Airport."

Mochizuki Yao turned over in the quilt and sighed silently facing the wall.

It's time to face reality again.

She threw off the quilt, got out of bed, went to the bathroom and changed into her nightgown. When she returned to the living room, Matsueda Jun handed her his school uniform jacket.

"It's quite cold, I'd like to lend you my coat."

The girl put on a loose coat, which gave her a bit of the style of a gangster lady.

"And these medicines and lemonade, take them with you."

The rain had not stopped yet, and Jun Matsueda went downstairs with her. The sound of their footsteps, one light and one heavy, overlapped on the stairs.

Jun Matsueda held up an umbrella and walked her downstairs to the roadside. The girl got into the car carrying a plastic bag.

Mochizuki Haruka watched as Jun Matsueda in the rearview mirror gradually shrank and blurred, disappearing in the rain and fog.

"See if anyone is selling the room next to Songeda's. If not, raise the price a little." She said to the driver.

If you stay in your aunt's ward for too long, go visit Songzhi's house.

Mochizuki Haruka looked at the half bottle of lemonade in the plastic bag, and she seemed to have found the motivation to go out.

Chapter 117: Below Friends, Above Friends, and Friends

On Monday, Jun Matsueda went out carrying a bag of garbage.

There are very strict rules for throwing away garbage in Neon, such as only combustible garbage can be thrown away today. Some places also set a time for throwing away garbage, such as only throwing away garbage around 8 am. If you throw away garbage too early, it may be destroyed by crows.

Of course, Jun Matsueda doesn't have to worry about when to take out the trash. He lives in a "danchi," a Japanese-style residential complex. They use garbage bins, so crows can't get to them.

After walking a few more steps and throwing the trash into the closet, Jun Matsueda got on his bike and headed to school. It was almost mid-November, and the wind from the road blew down his collar and into his neck, bringing a chill.

Mochizuki Haruka said that in the simulation, November was Auntie's last month. The thought that that eccentric woman might not see this winter made Matsueda Jun's anticipation for Tokyo's first snow tinged with a hint of resentment.

When I walked into the back door of the classroom, Tomatsu Tomoka was already sitting in her seat as usual, reading her textbook in the morning.

As the weather gets colder, most students at Yugaoka High School wear knitted vests or school uniform jackets over their shirts. Tomatsu Tomoka chose an off-white V-neck knitted vest with a rabbit pattern badge on the left chest.

A shirt, sweater, and jacket are the standard winter outfits for high school students. Girls often wear knee-high socks or cotton socks. Matsueda Jun's deskmate, Sushan, used to attend a private school. He said some private schools forbid girls from wearing stockings, which is somewhat inhumane.

"Matsueda-san." The girl put down her textbook and whispered to Matsueda Jun, "Although you didn't come to the party on Saturday, everyone talked about you."

"Is that so?" He was not surprised. In a case like Jun Matsueda, his presence would definitely become a topic of discussion, and sometimes even his absence would become a topic of discussion.

"Yeah." Tomatsu Tomoka nodded, "Everyone heard that you're going to join the school team and participate in the winter trials."

The Winter Selection, whose full name is the National High School Basketball Championship, is one of the three major events in Japanese high school basketball.

Regarding the winter selection, Ken Sakamuro, a classmate, and Joe Shiroo, a classmate of Tsushima-san, are both members of the school team and have also invited Jun Matsueda.

However, "Why don't I have any memory of accepting the invitation?" He was very surprised. Sometimes he felt represented and participated in this way.

"Is that so? But even if Jun Matsueda doesn't participate in the competition, he will accompany us as a member of the news club, right?"

"That's true." Jun Matsueda took out the comprehensive history textbook from the drawer, as he would need it in class later.

"Our brass band will also be there~" Tomatsu Tomoka smiled sweetly, "The cheerleading team and the brass band will both be there to cheer."

Their conversation ended when the history teacher, looking downcast, walked in. Middle-aged men always have all sorts of worries. Thirty percent of the history teacher's conversation was about textbook content, while the other 60% was about the stock market's limit down, gossip from his family, and the cost of his children's tutoring.

Another 10% are dissatisfied with their work, but they can only keep it in their hearts and cannot express it out loud.

During lunch break, Matsueda Jun followed Sakamuro Ken out of the classroom and asked, "Sakamuro, why do people say I'm going to participate in the winter trials?"

Sakamuro Ken's expression was also helpless. "Our director has given me a death order, saying that you must participate. What else can I do but agree?"

"Or you can go to the minister and tell him in person that you won't be participating?"

Matsueda Jun walked upstairs, and Sakamuro Ken quickly grabbed him, "Wait, you really don't plan to participate? You're going to the scene with us anyway!"

Matsueda Jun dragged him forward, so Sakamuro Ken had no choice but to let go and ran in front of him, "Matsueda! Can you please give me some face?"

"Actually, we freshmen and sophomores have already discussed the starting lineup, so you won't be needed when the time comes."

"The minister is just worried about us and wants to find a safety net. Everyone wants to play, and you will definitely be forced to sit on the bench by then." He patted his chest loudly.

"Then my refusal won't have much impact on you, right?" Sakamuro Ken insisted on putting him on the list, and Matsueda Jun subconsciously felt something was wrong.

He has been cheated by people around him many times, so he is very wary.

Sakamuro Ken looked around, then leaned over to him and whispered, "If I put you on the list, I'll basically be the minister's successor in his eyes."

Jun Matsueda took two steps back and looked at Ken Sakamuro. He didn't expect that this guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes was actually quite scheming.

"Hey, hey, don't look at me like that. I just don't want to be ordered around by those seniors who are not as strong as me, okay!" Sakamuro Ken said a little depressed.

The basketball club is different from other clubs. The captain is usually a third-year student.

Matsueda Jun stared at him for a while, then lightly punched the boy on the shoulder and said, "Be prepared to be my slave for the next two years."

Sakamuro Ken then smiled and said, "I owe you a favor. I'll even give myself to you when the time comes."

Jun Matsueda always remembered that when he was caught up in rumors, although Ken Sakamuro did not speak for him, he also did not spread rumors or take advantage of his misfortune.

"But I still have to tell your minister that I'm just a substitute."

"No problem!" Sakamuro Ken took out his phone and sent a message, "The director is discussing something with the cheerleading captain. Just go to Class 2, Grade 5 and find him."

In the end, Jun Matsueda walked up the stairs, as if he was on the list and would definitely appear.

Yamami Maki was daydreaming in the classroom during lunch break. She was a little tired from reading "General Biology" these days. She sent a message to Matsueda Jun yesterday, and he said he had finished reading it.

So these geniuses... The girl sighed silently, her upper body slumped over the desk. Her beautiful face pressed against the surface, the soft flesh of her cheeks bunched up in a ball, making her look particularly adorable.

Yamami Maki stared blankly at the corridor until Matsueda Jun's figure appeared outside the classroom, and she suddenly sat up straight.

They were clearly school uniform jackets, shirts, and trousers, but the boy in the corridor looked completely different from the others. It looked as if they were tailor-made in a century-old tailor shop in London, with a natural, high-end temperament.

The girl put on a smile and prepared to stand up and walk out of the classroom, but Matsueda Jun didn't even glance at her. He just passed by the corridor of Class 4, Grade 2.

Yamamiya Moki paused in her attempt to stand up, and sat back in her seat, feeling a little at a loss.

Yamami Maki watched as Jun Matsueda stopped at the back door of her class, which was also the front door of Class 2, Grade 5. Due to her perspective, she could only see Jun Matsueda's profile. The boy stood there waiting for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face and he began to speak.

It turns out he wasn't here to find me.

Well, that's normal, Yamami Maki told herself, and she refocused her attention on the General Biology book in front of her.

After watching a video of the working process of an enzyme molecule, Yamamiya couldn't help but glance towards the back door of the classroom step by step.

When the girl saw the indoor shoes at the door, she shrank back in fear. After a short rest, she continued to move forward, climbing up carefully, and finally saw the boy's Adam's apple and clear jawline.

He's still here...

Yamamiya Maki's gaze began to wander back and forth between the desk and the back door. The amount of movement her eyes received should be more than a set of eye exercises.

After the girl's gaze passed over her for the twelfth time, she decided to let her restless heart go and walk out of the classroom.

Yamamiya Maki left the classroom from the front door, tried to act naturally as she walked through the back door, came to the end of the corridor, turned and walked to the bathroom door to wash her hands, waited for two minutes, and then returned the same way.

When passing by Jun Matsueda standing at the door of Class 2, Grade 5, Yamami Maki had already thought about how to smile, how to greet him, and how to casually ask him why he came to the third floor.

Jun Matsueda, who was chatting with the basketball team captain and the cheerleading captain, noticed the girl coming towards him. He turned his head slightly and smiled, so Yamami Matsukio also smiled. The first step had been successful.

But Jun Matsueda immediately looked back at the man and woman in front of him, returned to the topic, and did not give her a chance to say hello.

The girl's last effort was to turn around him. She slowed down and walked into the back door of the classroom. Matsueda Jun's back did not move.

Yamami Moki returned to her seat and continued reading "General Biology" as if nothing had happened. She turned the pages faster than before she left the classroom, probably because she started to concentrate on memorizing the text.

When Jun Matsueda passed by the corridor again, she remembered what senior Asai had said casually in the cafe.

"So Moji and Matsueda-kun aren't familiar with each other either..."

Chapter 118 Everyone’s Thoughts

The gymnasium after school was busier than ever before.

The women's basketball team has temporarily gone outside to practice in an open field, but the proportion of girls in the gym has actually increased.

Jun Matsueda walked into the stadium. Members of the wind band were sitting in the stands, and cheerleaders in short skirts were standing in the field.

The girls in the stands greeted Jun Matsueda and he waved back.

"Matsueda! Aren't you going to participate in the winter selection? Why don't you need to train?" The outgoing chief trumpeter stood up from the stands and shouted at him.

Jun Matsueda glanced at her, walked to the edge of the court, patted the bench, and sat down next to Natsumi Imokawa.

"Matsueda-san is just a substitute." Tomatsu Tomoka explained for him.

As for how she knew, all we can say is that Jun Matsueda’s friends knew, and the girl would know.