Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"You can make it. You can get to the company before nine o'clock."

The boy breathed a sigh of relief. It was only 8:20, and he didn't want to make Kurusu late because of him.

Jun Matsue turned his head as he felt a warm, soft, and unusual touch on his left hand, which was resting on the chair.

The pink-haired girl wearing a mask seemed to be bored and was curiously stroking the back of his hand.

"...What are you doing?"

Kurusu Yosei tried to place her palm on the boy's hand, "It feels like Matsu's body is cooler than mine?"

"Girls' body temperature is naturally a little higher than boys', right?" Jun Matsueda flicked his finger at her, and the girl hurriedly dodged.

"Besides, I'm wearing less clothing than you, so I dissipate heat faster than you."

"..." Kurusu Yosei looked down at her sun-protective clothing, then glared at the boy.

"That cunning pine branch was definitely trying to persuade me to wear two layers of clothing!"

"So I'll have to snuggle into your arms to cool off!"

"..." Jun Matsue rolled his eyes at her, watching the platform in the opposite train window slide backward and be filled with the sunlight outside.

When two people are hugging, shouldn't they be even warmer?

Twenty minutes later, the two emerged from the east exit of the labyrinthine Shinjuku Station, where a 3D display screen on the Crossroads Building came into view. A giant 3D black cat was lying there, peeking out half its head and looking down at them.

"Wow—" the girl exclaimed, her eyes widening. "I'll be able to see giant cats on my way to and from get off work from now on!"

Jun Matsue opened the parasol for her, "Why do you look like you're here for the first time?"

“I’ve only ever seen calico cats before~ This is the first time I’ve ever seen a black cat!” Miss Idol walked forward, grabbing his arm to lead the way.

"HM Studio's building is located in Shinjuku 3-chome, which is also very close to YM Entertainment. It's only three train stops away..."

Before leaving the intersection, the boy holding the umbrella looked back once.

The black cat perched atop the building, glaring menacingly, reminded him of someone who had been unusually cold towards him lately.

Jun Matsue handed the parasol to the girl beside him, turned around, and took a picture of the haughty cat with its chin raised.

On the outskirts of Mitaka City, at the Mochizuki family's manor, the patriarch, who had just gotten up, walked into the living room wearing a black nightgown and yawned lazily.

"Xiaoyao got up so early today?"

Mochizuki Haruka sat on the sofa looking at her phone. The girl had just finished washing up, and her disheveled hair gave her a lazy and cute vibe.

"Songzhi just messaged me."

She frowned at her phone screen, her eyes, not yet fully awake, reflecting a displeasure as sharp as shattered ice.

The woman stretched, and the morning light shone through her exquisite curves beneath her nightgown.

"What do you mean? They've already arrived at the company?"

"Just got off at Shinjuku Station."

The girl was still sleepy, so she changed her position and lay face down on the sofa. Her nightgown, which was the same style as her aunt's, was rolled up, revealing the smooth, fair skin on her inner thighs.

“The timing is perfect, and we haven’t missed anything.” Wang Yuehua, barefoot on the carpet, leaned closer to her niece for a look.

"Hurry up and get dressed and eat breakfast. Auntie will be with you today to keep an eye on those pesky pine branches!"

The woman went out of the room to wash up, and when she returned to the living room a few minutes later, the girl who had been lying on the sofa was now completely still.

"Asleep again?" Wang Yuehua rolled her eyes.

She first went into the dressing room on the other side, where the rustling sound of clothes rubbing together filled the quiet space, drowning out the girl's peaceful breathing.

After changing into a cool and comfortable low-cut sundress and putting on a light gauze cardigan, Auntie returned to the room and patted the girl's upturned buttocks.

"Get up! Aren't we supposed to be keeping an eye on Songzhi?"

After muttering a few words to himself, Wang Yueyao sat up, rubbed his eyes, and, still half asleep, took his aunt's hand and walked into the corridor.

Five minutes later, the two sat at a round table on the second-floor balcony. A maid stood to the side, bending over to set out breakfast, while another maid pushed a mobile monitor to the opposite side and respectfully placed the remote control in the master's hand.

Although it looked quite grand, the breakfast at Mochizuki's house wasn't anything special, just a bit more varied.

The freshly baked sandwiches are filled with avocado puree and smoked salmon, while the bowls and plates on the side contain fried eggs, blueberries, cherry tomatoes and yogurt, as well as milk for young girls and coffee for women.

Wang Yuehua took a sip of coffee before turning on the remote control. The large screen displayed the reception area of ​​a building, with a simple yet sophisticated silver background wall bearing the word "H&M".

"Matsueda-kun and his idol have arrived at the agency, right?"

Her niece, who was leaning on her shoulder, blinked, and Mochizuki Haruka immediately snapped out of it, looking at the two people walking side by side into the elevator on the screen.

The girl in the elevator took off her sun-protective clothing and tied it around her waist. She grabbed the arm of the boy next to her and shook it, her expression excited and happy, it was unclear whether she was being coquettish or saying something.

The elevator doors closed quickly. Mochizuki Haruka picked up the iced milk on the table and let out a cold snort through her delicate nose.

"Vixen."

She took the remote control from the woman and switched the view to the elevator.

The numbers on the LCD panel jumped steadily. Jun Matsueda turned his head to the side, and the girl next to him stood with her legs together, her heels tapping lightly. It was clear that she was in a good mood.

"The firm has a lot of space," he casually started a conversation.

“Of course!” Yosuke Kurusu blinked. “They bought half a building. It’s fully equipped with recording studios, photography rooms, practice rooms, and all sorts of things!”

As expected of a joint venture between the Mochizuki and Yamami families, they are incredibly wealthy and powerful.

Jun Matsue took out his phone and sent Haruka Mochizuki a 3D photo of a black cat, only to receive an "oh" in response.

He was a little nervous, wondering if he would see his aunt today.

The boy told Mochizuki Haruka about coming to the agency on Friday, actually to give the two members of the Mochizuki family an opportunity to make things difficult for him.

It's better to vent your anger sooner rather than later, especially your aunt—if her dissatisfaction keeps piling up and she eventually decides to take drastic action against you, it will only make things more difficult.

As Jun Matsuoka looked at the open elevator doors, he didn't really like the feeling of a sword hanging over his head.

"Let's go see the manager first, then start filming right away!" Kurusu Yosei grabbed the boy's arm and stepped out of the elevator, heading straight for the manager's office with a clear goal in mind.

On the second floor of the Wangyue family's manor, a woman wearing a sundress put down her coffee and angrily slammed her hand on the table.

"That Songzhi guy is so shameless! He didn't even try to resist when his arm was being grabbed!"

The girl, sipping her blueberry yogurt, remained quite calm. "He's probably thinking about getting Kurusu right now. It's already good enough that he's not trying to hold hands with her."

Jun Matsue watched as the girl in front of him pushed open the door. The manager, who was sitting behind her desk, looked up and smiled at the two of them, unsurprised.

Good morning, both of you.

"Good morning, Tachibana-nee~" Yosei Kurusu walked briskly to the desk. "It must be hard for you to work overtime on the weekend."

So it was Miss Tachibana… Jun Matsueda noticed that the woman’s dark circles had faded considerably.

He always referred to Kurusu as "Miss Manager," and only now did he realize that his manager's surname was Tachibana.

Miss Ju smiled and shook her head. "I've rested for quite a while now, and it's time to get things done."

"Shall we start filming right away?" Kurusu Yosei turned to look at the boy. "Are all the staff in place?"

As soon as the girl finished speaking, the office door was pushed open, and a young woman with pink eyeshadow walked in.

"Tangerine Mulberry——"

Before she could finish speaking, she looked away from the folder she was holding and was surprised to find that there was more than one person in the room.

"This is today's stylist." The agent stood up from behind her desk. "I was just confirming your look with her."

"Once we've changed into our costumes and done our makeup, we can officially start filming."

The woman closed the folder, smiled, and nodded and bowed to Lai Qiyang.

“Miss Yangshi arrived very early—that alone makes her much more dedicated than many of the artists I’ve worked with.”

The stylist then realized that there was a man standing next to the girl, and she blinked in confusion.

Who is this?

Before Matsueda Jun could speak, Kurusu Yosei grabbed his hand and raised it up.

The girl smiled broadly and generously.

"He's the one I'm trying to win over~"

Chapter 696 Two Sides of the Story

"What are they doing now?" Mochizuki Haruka asked, looking at the screen.

"Hmm?" The woman sitting in front of the computer looked up.

She first took a sip of the coffee she hadn't finished at breakfast, then looked at the large screen in front of them.

The video shows a small conference room. Because the camera is positioned high and far away, the three women and one man sitting together block the documents on the table, so you can only see what they are discussing.

"Let me ask." Wang Yuehua picked up her phone to send a message. A girl in a pure white tank top leaned closer to her, and the two girls' soft faces pressed together.

Because the aunt had some daily affairs to attend to, the two of them moved from the round table on the terrace to the long table in the study.

After the maid pushed the monitor into the room, she waited outside the door for instructions. The spacious study, besides the two beautiful women, one large and one small, was filled only with the unique aroma of old books—the scent of ink and wood—and rows of sunlight streaming through the windows, filling the gaps between the bookshelves.

The woman looked at the reply on her phone and gestured towards the girl next to her.

"They're choosing their photoshoot looks; they're here today to shoot promotional photos for their comeback."

Mochizuki Haruka looked at the stylist who had put the phone back on the big screen and asked, "She's Auntie's subordinate, right?"

"Not before," her aunt winked at her. "I've already won her over since she joined the firm."

"No wonder she took Songzhi and the others to the conference room." The girl nodded in satisfaction.

There were no surveillance cameras in the manager's office. After the idol girl led the boy inside, the two girls, who were far away at the Mochizuki family home, lost sight of each other. Fortunately, the "mole" planted by the aunt led the team, which allowed the boy and girl to reappear in the surveillance range.

Therefore, the aunt and niece did not see Kurusu Yosei take Matsueda Jun's hand; otherwise, even the experienced Mochizuki Haruka would have been furious for a while.

The girl yawned at the big screen; this silent-film-like live stream was really boring.

When will they finally choose their outfits?

"It should be soon, right?" Wang Yuehua rubbed her niece's cheek and then looked at the computer in front of her.

Although she didn't understand the styling team's working methods, she knew that a complete process would not take too long at any one stage.

Wang Yueyao blinked and nudged her aunt's shoulder.

"Have that guy turn on voice calls."

Inside an office building in Shinjuku 3-chome, Jun Matsueda looked at the stylist who suddenly stood up.

"I'm going to take this call." The woman picked up her phone and smiled apologetically at the three people at the table.

"You can continue watching, I'll be back later."

She got up and left. The boy turned around, and the manager and idol, who had been discussing something, both looked up at him.

"What's wrong?" He blinked.

"Don't just stand there daydreaming, Matsushige." Kurusu Yosei smiled and tugged at the boy's arm, urging him to come closer.

Come and see if there's a style you like!

Jun Matsue glanced at her manager sitting on the other side of her, but Ms. Tachibana kept looking down at the styling plan on the table and didn't react in any particular way.

So he leaned closer and carefully examined the documents that the girl had pressed under her arm.

"..." The boy flipped through the pages a few times, "Their appearances and styles are quite different."

"Different styling can improve shooting efficiency," the agent explained, straightening up and putting a little distance between the two.

"For example, it continues the classic idol-style dazzling look, with a more flamboyant style, bright colors, and a strong presence."

"If you want to distance yourself from your past idol image, then consider a more professional look—reduce skin exposure and body shaping, emphasize the overall atmosphere and temperament, and generally adopt the classic pose of holding a microphone..."

"Of course, there are many options in this regard, such as the traditional glamorous diva style, more artistic gender-neutral attire, or high-contrast trendy functional styling..."

Following the woman's explanation and turning the pages, Jun Matsue imagined what the girl would look like wearing the various clothes in front of him, and finally shook his head.

"We should still think about it carefully. Kurusu should talk to the stylist and Ms. Tachibana more. I'm just an outsider, so I won't give my opinion."

"It's okay!" Kurusu Yosei puffed out her chest. "In the end, we'll be shooting three to five sets together, so Matsue can just pick the ones you like!"

"Have you made your choice?" The stylist, who had gone out to make a phone call, pushed open the conference room door at that moment.