Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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Seeing Mochizuki Haruka glare at her through gritted teeth, her smile became even brighter.

"Does Songzhi need my help packing?"

"No need." The boy squeezed the girl's small hand, then let go and walked towards the bedroom.

"It's not like we're going on a long trip, so there's not much to pack."

A few minutes later, Jun Matsue walked out of the room carrying a suitcase and a schoolbag. Only Yosuke Kurusu was in the living room.

"Mochizuki walked away with a sour face," she said, a candy dangling from her mouth. "What's Matsue up to going to stay out here?"

"It's like a singer who can't write lyrics and needs to go for a walk." The boy picked up his backpack and walked behind her.

"I also went out to clear my head."

"Oh..." The girl spat out the candy in her mouth and looked at the hickeys on his neck.

"I was going to give you a kiss before I left, but now I'm a little unhappy."

"I won't see you out. Go on your own!"

Jun Matsue chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Message me if you need anything."

As the boy walked out of the apartment under Kurusu Yosei's gaze, he turned and took two steps. Beside him was the open door and the girl standing motionless at the doorway.

“Take my car,” Mochizuki Haruka said expressionlessly. “I already told Aya-chan, she’ll come by car.”

The girl felt like crying, but the boy had already licked away her tears on the car, so she couldn't cry for the time being.

Jun Matsue kissed her forehead and took out the apartment key from his pocket.

"Here's my key. You can ask for it back when you come back."

The girl accepted it without hesitation, then tiptoed and bit his lip, as if she was still angry from the car ride.

“Since you said you wanted someone to think for you, then treat me the same as everyone else—your part-time work hours must be different from Tomatsu Tomohana’s. I’ll have someone check.”

"I was planning to do this anyway." The boy licked his lips; there was no bleeding, so it seemed she had been more careful.

"And then there's Yamami Maki..." Mochizuki Haruka frowned. "Is she still holding a grudge from back then, and that's why she's coming to you now to say all this and make things difficult for me?"

“I asked her to investigate.” Jun Matsuoka straightened her skirt. “Remember to eat well, don’t sulk alone, just call me.”

"I won't play." The girl brushed his hand away. "I'll be even angrier if I find out the line is busy."

"You can go downstairs by yourself," she said in a muffled voice, closing the door behind her. "I'm very tired right now."

Jun Matsue stood by the two closed doors, staring blankly at the continuous drizzle outside the corridor for a while, before stepping into the stairwell.

He already had a premonition that his life wouldn't get worse, but it wouldn't get any happier either.

Chapter 679 Go Conquer!

As he approached the car heading to the Kugayama apartment, Jun Matsueda realized with some embarrassment that it was the same car he had taken back to the apartment.

"Mr. Matsue, please take the passenger seat." The maid, who was diligently wiping the back seat, looked up and said, her face still flushed with embarrassment.

"The back seats aren't dry yet."

"……Feel sorry."

The boy got into the passenger seat and waited for two minutes. The maid returned to the driver's seat, picked up an air freshener, and sprayed some on.

Jun Matsue looked at the rearview mirror on the car door, started the engine, and his familiar apartment gradually receded into the distance, disappearing into the drizzle.

It was rather embarrassing to have someone else clean up after him, but thankfully the journey was only a few minutes. He opened the car door and sincerely thanked the maid.

Turning around, Jun walked into the Toei Kugayama Apartment, took the elevator to the sixth floor, and saw his younger sister's suitcase in the corridor.

She gently knocked on the door of room 609, where the box was placed, and Aya Miyamura quickly opened the door.

"Wow, they really made it..."

The girl blinked as she looked at the boy in front of her who was pulling a suitcase and carrying a bag, as if she were looking at Santa Claus.

"Didn't I tell you beforehand?" Jun Matsue smiled faintly.

"So you really had a fight?" Miyamura Aya walked out of the room with her luggage and handed over the prepared key.

"Sister He Yao? Or Sister Yang Shi?"

"I have a big conflict with Mochizuki, and a small conflict with Kurusu."

"Wow..." The girl's mouth dropped open.

"Could it be that Chun-ge is actually not good at dealing with girls? I always thought you were the kind of person who was born to be good at dating!"

“I don’t have that kind of talent.” The boy rolled his eyes at her. “Don’t mention this kind of thing to them after you move in.”

"Received!" Miyamura Aya saluted.

"If I'm with Yang Shi-jie, I'll play games and joke around with her. If I'm with Yao-jie, I'll tell her stories about Chun-ge when he was little~"

Aya-chan's ability to read people's expressions has always been excellent, and Matsueda Jun nodded in agreement.

"Also, remember not to drag them along to play."

“Oh…” Aya nodded.

It seems the situation has reached a fever pitch...

"Then I'm leaving~" She patted the boy's shoulder, "Chun-ge, just stay here with me."

"Although there's nothing shameful about it, please don't rummage through it—"

The girl's voice, accompanied by the sound of suitcase wheels, drifted away and disappeared behind the closing elevator doors. As Jun Matsue carried his suitcase into the room, a question came to mind.

"I forgot to remind her to sit in the passenger seat."

After changing into the slippers that Cai Jiang had prepared, the boy pulled his suitcase in and placed it in the corner. He stood by the window, looking around at the small 20-square-meter space in front of him.

The girl had developed good habits from the orphanage; her room was clean and tidy, with many more small decorations than when he and Kurusu helped her move.

The Chiikawa doll hanging on the wall, the sky-blue fluffy foot mat by the bed, and various exquisite little shelves that make use of storage space are all full of girlish charm.

However, Jun Matsuoka's first impression remained unchanged from before—

"So small..."

In the 20-square-meter room, excluding the bathroom and stove near the entrance, the curtains fluttering horizontally in the wind are enough to cover half of the remaining space.

Having grown accustomed to living in a two-bedroom apartment building, the man naturally felt uncomfortable. He sat down at the foot of the bed near the desk, the white curtains fluttering in front of him.

"Turning on the air conditioner in the summer is quite energy-efficient..." Jun Matsue muttered to himself, feeling the cool breeze blowing across his cheeks.

"When the weather gets cool, it's comfortable to open the window without needing a fan."

He lay down on the bed, looking at the ceiling light in the center of the ceiling. A small Mount Fuji doll was hanging from the pull cord; it was a gift he had brought back for his younger sister when he returned from a school trip.

"Moreover, small rooms tend to give people a sense of security."

After hanging the clothes he brought on the clothes rack by the wall and tidying up other things, it was already past five o'clock. Jun Matsue opened the small refrigerator under the stove and looked inside. There was only chicken, curry, and some vegetables.

Curry rice will be served tonight. The boy started cooking the rice in the mini rice cooker and sat down at his desk to check the messages on his phone.

"Arrived safely!"

Aya Miyamura sent two photos of herself and Yosuke Kurusu sitting on a sofa; the two looked quite happy.

There were also photos of a girl playing with a cat in room 506, but Mochizuki Haruka wasn't in them. Matsueda Jun glanced a few more times at the closed bedroom door in the background, wondering if Mochizuki was resting or angry with him.

The rice cooker beeped soon after, and he got up and went to check on it. The rain outside had stopped sometime earlier, and the exercise books on the table were bathed in the glow of the setting sun, turning a translucent dark red as the wind turned the pages.

Standing on the balcony, enjoying the breeze and watching the sunset on the edge of the city, Jun Matsuoka spent ten minutes finishing his curry rice. After washing the dishes, it was six o'clock in the evening.

The boy thought for a moment, took the key he had left in the entryway, and went out of the apartment to take a walk in the afterglow of the sunset.

The dark clouds after the rain hadn't yet dispersed, and the surrounding buildings were bathed in a somber red hue. Listening to the cicadas gradually awakening in the bushes, Jun Matsue took out his phone and sent a message to Maki Yami.

"Thank you so much, senior."

He should have posted it earlier, but after confronting Mochizuki Haruka in the new house, he spent time communicating and comforting her, and moving house, and couldn't find a suitable opportunity.

"Is it convenient for you now, Matsueda-san?" the girl replied quickly.

"what happened?"

"I'd like to make a video call to see how you are doing."

Jun Matsue slowed his pace, hesitated for a moment, and then replied with a "okay".

A call invitation popped up quickly. He clicked to answer, and Yamami Maki's worried face appeared on the screen.

The girl's soft eyes flickered, and she quickly looked at the background behind the boy. Only after confirming that he had not lost his personal freedom did she breathe a sigh of relief.

"Very good……"

"What is Yamami-senpai worried about?" Matsueda Jun continued forward, holding up his phone.

"I'm worried you'll be under Mochizuki's surveillance." The worry on Yami Maki's face temporarily faded. "The simulated me sent you a message when I graduated, and then you deleted it."

"I later found out that your phone had already been taken by Mochizuki."

"..." The boy in the video blinked and looked at the street in the distance.

"So, have you sorted things out with Mochizuki?" The girl returned to the topic she cared about most.

“For now.” Jun Matsue turned at the intersection, passing his school. “I’ve moved out of my place and I’m alone now.”

"That's good!" Yamami Maki nodded. "So the situation is correct, right? Just as I said."

“…Hmm.” The boy’s expression remained calm, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"Is any other evidence needed?"

"No need." He shook his head and looked at the gate of Haneoka High School across the street. "Are you free tomorrow, senior? I'd like to talk to you some more."

"Of course I'm free!" The girl's eyes brightened. "That's what I think too!"

Sitting in her bedroom, Yamami Maki looked out the window; it was in the direction of Mitaka City.

Since Matsueda has chosen to keep his distance from Mochizuki Haruka for now, it means he probably won't be as completely submissive as he was in the simulation.

She temporarily changed the future.

We can't let our guard down; we have to keep working hard!

Jun Matsueda patted his cheeks as he looked at the girl on the screen. "Where would be a convenient place for us to meet?"

"Or should we go back to the same coffee shop?"

"Okay, is 2 PM tomorrow okay? I'll come over after I get off work."

"No problem!"

The boy stopped in his tracks. "So, I'll hang up then?"

Yamami Maki opened her mouth, but didn't say anything more.

"Okay, it might rain tomorrow, so remember to bring an umbrella, Pine Branch."

Jun Matsue looked at the end-of-call screen on his phone but didn't close it immediately.

Only after the sun had set below the horizon behind the buildings and the sky had turned completely dark did he turn and walk back to the apartment.

Back at the apartment, after taking a quick shower and sending Mochizuki Haruka a message reminding her to eat on time, the boy picked up his bag and went downstairs again.

There was no washing machine in Aya Miyamura's room; if she wanted to do laundry, she had to go to the laundry room on the first floor. Jun Matsueda pushed open the glass door, and the wall of washing machines in front of him reminded him of a suspense movie he had watched in Imagawa during the Tokyo rainstorm.

Put the dirty clothes into the drum, take out the coins from your pocket and insert them into the coin slot, select the 40-minute wash, dry and sterilize cycle, Jun Matsue hangs his tote bag on the machine, sits on the bench in the middle of the store and looks at the glass exterior wall on the other side.

It started raining again outside, but thankfully I don't have to leave the apartment to do laundry.

The man glanced at the guest who had entered the room. The woman, wearing headphones and holding her phone, sat down at the other end of the bench—the most polite distance could be maintained without even looking up; this was a habit that most Japanese people who had entered society had long since developed.

Two more people entered the laundry room. One put down the clothes and left, while the other sat down on the bench at intervals. No one spoke; only the clanging of the machines could be heard.

As he watched the rain streaks disappear into the night and wipe the glass, Junya Matsueda took out his phone—he needed to inform Yuka Tomatsu in advance about the library shift change.

He clicked on the rabbit avatar in the chat box, stared at the screen for a moment, and then started typing.

"I've asked my supervisor to change my shift schedule, so I probably won't be working with you during this period before summer vacation."

Before he could continue to organize his thoughts, the girl's call request came through immediately, and the abrupt ringtone echoed in the otherwise dull white space.

The man sitting in the middle of the bench looked up and left. The woman wearing headphones on the other end remained unmoved. Jun Matsue walked to the glass wall and answered the phone in front of Xiaoyu.