Am I being simulated by their love affair?

There seemed to be no point in competing with a useless cat.

She pinched Mochizuki Yao's cheek unwillingly. The girl's eyes moved and she turned her back to her.

"Matsueda, we live together, so please don't have any affairs at home behind my back." Kurusu Yoshi said to Matsueda Jun's back.

Jun Matsueda turned around and looked at her. His puzzled eyes seemed to be asking why people would fall in love with cats and dogs.

The girl then left the bedroom with peace of mind.

When it was time to go to bed at night, Matsueda Jun lay on the bed for the first time in a long time, while Mochizuki Haruka slept on the floor. After all, she said it was okay to sleep on the floor.

However, ten minutes later, Mochizuki Haruka got up and the girl knelt on the floor looking at him.

"The floor is so hard."

Jun Matsueda remembered that there were carpets everywhere in the Mochizuki family.

In the end he slept on the floor, but the girl's sobbing started again.

"what happened?"

“So sad.”

"Because of what?"

"I don't know, I just feel like my chest is going to burst."

She felt sad about everything but couldn't say it.

Jun Matsueda listened to her crying and looked at the ceiling above. He was so familiar with it that he could have drawn it.

He thought for a moment and said, "How about telling you a fairy tale? Let's continue with The Little Prince."

Only crying responded to him.

"Don't you want to listen?"

"Listen." She just couldn't speak.

Songzhi Jun cleared his throat and said, "So, I live alone, unable to find anyone I can truly confide in."

"Until six years ago, I had a sailing accident in the Sahara Desert and met the Little Prince..."

"I quickly asked him: 'Are you from another planet?'..."

Wangyue Yao's crying gradually subsided. She lay on the bed and looked at him, "Come up and talk. It's strange that your voice comes up from down there."

Jun Matsueda climbed onto the bed and covered the girl with the quilt so that they would not have any physical contact.

"I tried to find out his story: 'My little man, where are you from? Where is your home? Where are you taking your sheep?'..."

“Who knows, the little prince said solemnly: ‘It doesn’t matter, where I come from everything is so small!’”

"Then he said with a hint of sadness."

"If you keep going straight ahead, you won't get very far."

The crying that had stopped started again.

"I'm sorry," Matsueda Jun said helplessly, "This fairy tale is still a bit sad. I'll tell you another one."

"No!" the girl cried. "Go on."

The sadness of human beings is not the same, but the sadness of the useless kitten and the alien prince may be the same.

Jun Matsueda chose to obey her.

"And so, I discovered that the planet where the little prince lived was not much bigger than an old house..."

"If you tell them: 'There really is a little prince. He is smiling, very cute, and he wants a sheep. A person wanting a sheep is proof of his existence.'"

When Matsueda Jun said this, Mochizuki Haruka glanced at him.

"They'll shrug and treat you like a clueless child! But if you tell them, 'He's from asteroid B-612,' they'll believe it and stop bothering you with all those random questions."

"That's just the way adults are. Children can't do anything about it except worry."

"Damn you, sir." The girl looked at him and said.

"Cute little lamb." The girl still looked at him and said.

"Keep listening, or go to sleep?"

"I can't sleep if I don't listen." She patted the pillow.

"I have tried to write here about the little prince because I shall never forget him."

"It is a sad thing to forget friends. Not everyone has friends."

"If I forget about him, I might become like those adults who don't care about anything except numbers."

"My friend never explains anything to me. Maybe he thinks I'm like him, but, unfortunately, I can't see through the box to the sheep."

"Maybe, I'm a bit like an adult. I guess I'm getting older."

At this point in the story, both of them fell silent. They thought of Yi Yi, the child who read the letter at his grandmother's funeral.

Fairy tales belong to the world, perhaps precisely because children’s joys and sorrows are connected.

"Will you forget me?" Mochizuki Haruka asked sadly.

"Will you become a hateful adult?"

Matsueda Jun shook his head, "I remember everything."

It was just one sentence, but the girl's inner anxiety disappeared in an instant.

"Can you sleep now?"

Mochizuki Haruka nodded obediently, and Matsueda Jun climbed out of bed and returned to his own bed on the floor.

The girl looked at the ceiling quietly. Although the fairy tale was sad, she wanted to continue listening.

She also wants a lamb, and of course, it would be even better if she had a friend who would never forget her.

And as long as Jun Matsueda is willing, he can fulfill these two wishes.

If Haruka Mochizuki were a cat, then Jun Matsueda would definitely be her best owner.

Chapter 130: Satsuma, Persimmon and Fiancé

In home economics class on Saturday morning, Jun Matsueda looked at the Satsuma potatoes in the oven, and the sugar juice had already broken through the skin and flowed out.

In the Neon [Autumn Taste Popularity Ranking], Satsuma taro always ranks first.

The so-called Satsuma taro is sweet potato. The first place where sweet potatoes were grown in Japan was Satsuma Domain during the Edo period, hence the name.

Sakamuro Ken and Suyama's nostrils twitched slightly, and they could already smell a sweet scent in the air.

"It's definitely easier to grill it." Sakamuro Ken swallowed his saliva.

Autumn is the season for sweet potatoes, and the theme of today’s home economics class is sweet potato cooking.

In order to save trouble, Jun Matsueda's group chose to roast the sweet potatoes. Next door, Tomoka Tomatsu was peeling and mashing the cooked sweet potatoes. They were going to make a mashed sweet potato salad.

When I opened the oven, the sweet smell hit me like a summer heat wave, and the students around me all came over.

Jun Matsueda put on thick gloves, grabbed the tray with both hands and placed it on the table.

Just as Ken Sakamuro and Suyama were about to take action, the other groups started shouting.

"Sakamuro, give us some too!"

"I want to eat, too!"

There are various kinds of sweet potatoes in the home economics class. The ones that Jun Matsueda and his classmates picked out are the most suitable for baking, and it is said that the sugar content can reach 60%.

Knives, forks and plates were brought, and Jun Matsueda watched from outside the crowd as everyone divided up the red treasure that was dripping with honey.

Someone poked him on the back, and when Jun Matsueda turned around, it was Tomatsu Touka who was smiling.

"I want to trade the mashed sweet potato salad with Matsueda-san for some roasted sweet potatoes." The girl stuck out her tongue, and the rosy tip of her tongue looked even sweeter than the soft and sticky potato core.

Matsueda Jun returned to his group and looked. There were still three roasted sweet potatoes left on the tray. He picked a larger one, cut it in half with a knife, and put one half on a plate for Tomatsu Tomoka, who didn't have a great taste for sweets.

"Thank you, Matsueda." She took the roasted sweet potato and brought a small bowl of something like mashed potatoes and a plate of cold sweet potato leaves.

Jun Matsueda returned to his seat and began to taste half a roasted sweet potato, sweet potato puree and sweet potato leaves.

"So sweet." Both roasted sweet potatoes and mashed sweet potatoes are very sweet. Japanese people like to cultivate things with high sugar content.

To get rid of the greasiness, he ate a few more mouthfuls of cold-mixed sweet potato leaves. It had a very refreshing taste and was surprisingly good.

"How does it taste? I carefully controlled the baking temperature and time. It must be delicious, right?" Sushan came over proudly.

“It doesn’t taste as good as the leaves…”

At 12:50, after school, Kurusu Yoshi was lying on the sofa in the living room, Mochizuki Haruka was lying on the bed in the bedroom, and Matsueda Jun had the illusion that he was surrounded by useless people.

"Are you back?" the girl on the sofa asked lazily. She was not going to work today.

Jun Matsueda didn't answer, but walked to the sofa, took out a persimmon from the plastic bag and placed it in front of her.

The girl's nose twitched and she opened her eyes. "Where did the persimmons come from?"

"The maid next door gave it to me."

The head maid is now temporarily living in room 506 next door. She wants to take care of her eldest daughter's daily life, although Mochizuki Haruka doesn't want her to do so.

Jun Matsueda took the persimmons to the kitchen to wash them, put them on two plates, placed one in the living room, and brought the other into the bedroom and placed it on the bedside table.

"Your maid brought it." He took out an orange-red persimmon and placed it in front of the girl.

Haruka Mochizuki stared at the label on the persimmons: Produced in Wakayama, Kinokawa persimmons.

It seemed that she had no intention of eating, so Matsueda Jun took a bite of the persimmon.

“It’s actually black?”

He observed the persimmon flesh. Under the thin orange-red skin was a full layer of black flesh, which was sticky and crispy, and surprisingly delicious.

Seeing Matsueda Jun enjoying the food with relish, Mochizuki Haruka moved closer to him again.

"It's on the plate, take it yourself, don't eat in bed." He moved the persimmon in his hand away so that she couldn't reach it.

The girl could only stare at him dumbly. Matsueda Jun slowly finished eating the persimmon in his hand, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and then returned to the bedroom, picked up Mochizuki Haruka and placed her next to the desk.

He also brought the persimmons to the desk and said, "Eat them yourself. I need to clean the bedroom."

"It's already been cleaned." She didn't look at the dishes, but looked at him eagerly.

Jun Matsueda raised his head and found that the two black spots on the ceiling had indeed disappeared. He touched the windowsill again and there was no dust on his fingers.

Mochizuki Haruka is not the Snail Girl and will not clean the room for him. It seems that the head maid does it. After all, this is her job.

Jun Matsueda sat on another chair next to the desk. He opened the book with his right hand and picked up a persimmon with his left hand and put it to the girl's mouth.

"For your maid's sake."

The girl's white teeth bit through the thin skin of the black persimmon, and a drop of sweet juice oozed out, sliding across the curved surface and wetting his fingertips.

Jun Matsueda was reading "Botany Experiment Guide" when he suddenly felt something wet, hot and sticky wrapped around his fingers.

He subconsciously shook his hand, but it didn't move. Matsueda Jun turned around and found that Mochizuki Haruka was holding his wrists with both hands and licking the persimmon juice left on his fingers with her tongue.

He broke free from the girl's restraints and left his position. The girl stared at him with lingering interest.

"If you haven't had enough, there's more on the plate. Can you please stop licking my hand?"

Mochizuki Haruka stuck out her tongue and licked the juice from the corner of her mouth, as if she was savoring the taste of persimmons.

Jun Matsueda smeared the girl's face with his hands covered in saliva and persimmon juice, then went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

The cold water washed away the stickiness on his hands. He raised his head and saw Lai Qi Yangshi walked in.

Jun Matsueda walked out of the bathroom. He thought the girl was going to the toilet, but Kurusu Yoshi blocked his way with his cell phone.

"Matsuzhi, are you free recently?"

"You're not going to terminate your contract with the company again, are you?" he asked subconsciously.

"How is that possible!" The girl pouted, "I have something to talk to you about."

"It's my agent. She wants to meet you."

"What's your agent's name?"

The girl reported a name, and Matsueda Jun recalled that this person was not among the scouts' business cards he had received.