Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"Is Jun-kun free on Sunday?"

Jun Matsue looked up, and the girl continued, "If you have time, how about coming to my house to study together?"

Her rosy lips parted slightly, "Mom has to work overtime at the company on Sunday, she won't be home all day~"

"...Is it really about studying?" the boy asked.

Tomatsu Yuka winked seductively, but didn't say anything.

Jun Matsue hesitated for a moment, holding the wet wipe. "I'm going to visit Kurusu's new office this Sunday."

"So you're too busy?" The girl puffed out her cheeks, looking somewhat aggrieved.

"How about Saturday?" the boy asked tentatively. "Could I ask for a day off from my part-time job?"

"Isn't that tomorrow?" Tomatsu Yuka frowned slightly. "It's not good to ask for leave at the last minute, and Mom is resting at home too."

Jun Matsue glanced around to make sure no one was watching before speaking.

"We can continue to the hotel."

The girl shook her head. "We can't go to a hotel every time, can we?"

"Let's talk about it next week then." She stuck out her tongue. "I'm not in that rush."

"Aren't you in a hurry?" The boy felt her warm little hand pressing on his thigh.

However, Jun Matsue did not intend to change his weekend plans, since he had already promised to come to Kurusu.

Moreover, this would give Tomatsu a sense of crisis, as he looked at the honey-colored eyes beside him.

He hasn't been able to break through Mochizuki's cold war yet. If Tomatsu feels that he's the only one in power, the girl might start playing mind games again.

"Would you like something to drink?" Jun Matsue gently moved the girl's arm away from him.

"It's still so hot these days. You need to be extra hydrated after exercising to avoid heatstroke."

"Just buy me a bottle of Pocari Sweat, Jun-kun." Tomatsu Yuka stuffed the used wipes into the bag, stood up, and patted her thigh.

I'm going to the bathroom to throw out the trash.

Watching the girl walk towards the corner of the gymnasium, Jun Matsueda then stood up.

Before he left the gymnasium to look for a vending machine, another cheer erupted from the volleyball court, which was surrounded by girls.

The boy turned around and saw a petite girl, panting, leading her companions off the field to welcome the three-time champion team's coronation.

Jun Matsue stopped and watched as the audience placed small flower wreaths, which had been made at some unknown time, on the girls' heads. After a burst of noise, a girl walked through the crowd and headed straight for him.

Mochizuki Haruka stopped in front of the boy, her slightly raised chest heaving more rapidly than usual.

"Congratulations~" Jun Matsue smiled and clapped softly, "The wreath is beautiful."

The flower wreath on the girl's head was made of small yellow and white flowers from the school lawn, probably picked by the girls on their way to buy water during their break. Although simple and unpretentious, it perfectly complemented her neat high ponytail, highlighting her unique pure and innocent beauty.

"Would you like to wipe your sweat, Mochizuki? You look a little tired."

The boy took out a tissue from his pocket, but Mochizuki Haruka pushed it away.

“I have my own.” The girl glared at him and took out a wet wipe to wipe her sweat.

She used to enjoy the treatment of having pine branches wipe her mouth after meals, so she didn't care about the pack of tissues handed to her now!

Slightly calming her breathing and wiping the glistening beads of sweat from her neck, Mochizuki straightened up, her gaze towards the boy now carrying a hint of fierce aggression.

What were you just saying to Tomatsu Yuka?

Jun Matsue blinked. "Weren't you playing on the field at that time?"

The girl turned her face away and did not answer his question.

Mochizuki Haruka was obviously playing a game, but playing volleyball didn't stop her from observing the annoying couple sitting in the distance—the way the boy and girl were whispering to each other was really infuriating.

Even if she had done something more intimate with Songzhi before, it didn't stop her from gritting her teeth now!

Seeing Mochizuki's angry expression, Matsueda Jun laughed instead.

"Secret."

Not giving the girl a chance to continue sulking, he continued.

"But if Mochizuki is willing to drink the Pocari Sweat I bought, I can tell you."

Mochizuki Haruka looked at his hands. "Where's the water?"

"I was just about to go buy it."

The girl glared at him again, said nothing more, and walked straight past the boy to sit down on a bench for resting.

Matsueda Jun quickly got up and went out. When he returned to the gymnasium with three bottles of Pocari Sweat, Mochizuki Haruka was still sitting on the sidelines, looking like she didn't want to be disturbed.

He took a bottle of water from his pocket and placed it next to the girl. Mochizuki Haruka immediately picked up the water bottle and moved her body to sit further away from the boy.

Jun Matsue unscrewed his Pocari Sweat and took a sip. The cool liquid, with its natural sweet and sour grapefruit flavor, went down his throat, instantly invigorating him.

Tightening the bottle cap, the boy looked towards the volleyball court not far away. Tomatsu Yuka's team was on the court again; the girl's round bun swayed among the crowd, making her look exceptionally youthful and lively.

"Didn't you guys go on another winning streak? Why aren't you playing anymore?"

The girl at the other end of the bench turned her head to look at him, then stared at her rival on the field.

"Didn't your team also have a winning streak? Why didn't you play?"

Matsueda Jun looked at the basketball court where the game was in full swing on the other side, "It's no fun to always win. It's better to let others play more and relax."

Mochizuki Haruka, holding the water bottle in her hand, looked to the other side. "Me too."

The girl's thoughts were, of course, not so simple—while she was winning the championship on the court, Tomatsu Tomoka, the loser, could be whispering sweet nothings to Matsue off the court...

It would be better to leave this guy on the field!

"So what were you saying to her before?" Mochizuki Haruka turned her head and looked at the boy's profile.

Jun Matsue was wearing the vest and shorts that the basketball team had given him, revealing his long and powerful limbs, the outline of his muscles gleaming under the indoor lights.

He tilted his head back and took another sip of water, his moving Adam's apple and smooth jawline attracting the girl's attention.

Even though the resentment in her heart had not dissipated, Mochizuki Haruka had to admit that Matsueda Jun was enough to win her a sliver of forgiveness just by looking at him.

"Only a trace," the girl emphasized to herself.

"We were talking about Sunday." The boy put down his water bottle.

"Yuka wanted to go on a date with me, but I have to go to visit the new agency with Kurusu on Sunday, so we'll have to postpone it."

The new office was originally run by the Mochizuki family, so the news that he accompanied her to visit the Kiyosei branch couldn't be kept from Mochizuki Haruka. It was better to tell her sooner rather than later.

"..." The girl frowned. "Tomoka Tomatsu has no objections?"

"No objection," Jun Matsue said, deliberately speaking in a nonchalant tone.

"Yuka is very understanding in this regard, and I am really grateful to her."

Wang Yue frowned slightly as she looked towards the volleyball court.

Group B had just scored a point, and Tomatsu Yuka and her teammates high-fived each other, their expressions gentle and happy.

This guy was so possessive back then, how could he actually agree to Songzhi's philandering plans?

The girl's sense of crisis grew stronger.

Chapter 695 The Commute: Surveillance Cameras and Targets

August 31st, the first Sunday after Yuqiu High School started its new semester.

When Jun Matsue stepped out of his bedroom in the morning, he was greeted by Yosei Kurusu, who was full of energy, in the living room.

"Up so early today?" The boy yawned and headed towards the bathroom.

"The pine branches must have gotten up late~"

Miss Idol served two portions of the Lai Su family's secret-recipe sandwiches to the table. The main filling was the leftover bell pepper, mushroom, and meat stir-fry that the two of them had eaten the night before.

Jun Matsue stood in front of the mirror at the sink. He picked up his phone and glanced at it; there were still five minutes until eight o'clock.

"It's not that late, is it..."

It was indeed a bit later than the normal time for boys, mainly because he was preparing for the Juntai mock exam in early September last night.

He's been focusing less on his studies lately because he's trying to strike up a conversation with the aloof Mochizuki Haruka, go on dates with his model girlfriend Tomatsu Yuka, and, like today, act as Kurusu Yosei's number one fan.

Of course, Jun Matsue didn't have any complaints. It's just that he had to stay up a little late last night because of this. He had to work part-time at the Literature Museum after school yesterday noon. After finishing his part-time job, he went shopping nearby with Tomatsu, whom he was reluctant to part with. Only after going home and having dinner with Kurusu could he focus all his attention on studying for the exam.

Sure enough, becoming a qualified womanizer is not an easy thing. The boy winked at himself in the mirror.

Fortunately, he has always been energetic and has amazing physical strength, so dealing with these things is not a problem for him.

"Hurry up and wash up, Songzhi! We'll set off after breakfast!"

The girl in the living room craned her neck and shouted, only to be met with a muffled murmur from the boy in the bathroom, his mouth full of foam.

Twenty minutes later, Jun Matsue put the washed breakfast plates into the cupboard, walked out of the kitchen and closed the door. Just then, footsteps came from the other side of the living room.

As Yosuke Kurusu stepped out of her bedroom, her steps were a little unsteady. She had only put on her top halfway, and the light gray short-sleeved T-shirt obscured her vision.

The girl's fair and firm abdominal skin was exposed under the light, a large expanse of white and shiny skin. Jun Matsue could even see the bottom edge of her underwear—a vibrant and sexy light gray, just like her T-shirt.

Before he could look away, Miss Idol had already put on her clothes. She lowered her head, twirled her skirt, and then took two light steps to stand in front of the boy.

"How about it?"

The light gray T-shirt accentuates the curves of the chest and waist, with the hem intentionally shortened so that a hint of flesh-colored skin can be seen at the waist when the chest is out or the waist is bent.

Her dark gray mini-skirt fell just above her knees, and she wore comfortable sneakers with slightly long socks bunched up at her ankles. Her stunningly proportioned, sleek legs were mostly exposed, captivating attention without needing any embellishment.

Matsueda Jun looked at the idol in front of him. Her hands were clasped together behind her back, highlighting her perky breasts. The hem of the girl's T-shirt was also lifted up, swaying in the air close to her lower abdomen.

These "little clothes" specially made for girls best show off their figure, as evidenced by her delicately concealed belly button and sexy abs.

"Pretty spicy, huh?" The boy shifted his gaze, picked up the barley tea on the table, and took a sip.

"Right~" Yosei Kurusu twirled around triumphantly, her healthy thighs curving beneath her flowing skirt.

"Since summer isn't over yet, and with pine branches acting as my bodyguard today, I can finally wear whatever I like without worry!"

Matsueda Jun looked at her bright and cheerful eyes and asked, "Will you be taking the car or the subway when you get there?"

“The subway, of course!” the girl said matter-of-factly. “Let Matsue familiarize herself with the route to find me in the future.”

The boy nodded, walked to the entrance, picked up the white sun-protective clothing hanging on the wall, and returned to her.

"Then you should wear a sun-protective shirt, it's still quite sunny today."

"..." Kurusu Yosei looked at the sun protection clothing in her hand, then looked up and smiled slyly at the boy.

"Songzhi's possessiveness is stronger than I thought~"

Jun Matsue blinked noncommittally. "I did it for sun protection."

"Okay, okay~" The girl smiled as she put on her sun-protective clothing, revealing only her long, slender legs.

She rubbed her stomach through her thin coat.

"Only pine branches are allowed to be looked at; no one else is permitted to look!"

"...I was worried that your carefree nature might lead to a wardrobe malfunction."

The two quickly walked out of the apartment. The bright sunlight made them squint, and the boy looked up at the imposing sun in the clear sky.

"It's almost September, but the high temperature is still 37 degrees Celsius..."

The girl held up her parasol and walked past him, nimbly leaping into the shadows at the bottom of the building. She turned around and shook the parasol handle at the boy.

"Hurry up and keep up!"

Ten minutes later, Jun Matsueda walked through the ticket gate of Kugayama Station, while Yosei Kurusu put away his parasol and adjusted the mask on his nose.

"It's so hot..."

The boy glanced at her. "Is that why you didn't wear makeup today?"

The girl pulled his arm and led him to the platform. "That's because I'm taking promotional photos. A makeup artist will do my makeup!"

The two boarded the Inokashira Line tram and found seats in a corner. The idol's flowing pink waves fell on Matsueda Jun's shoulders, and he took out his phone to check the time.

"Should be in time?"