Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"Useless."

Twenty minutes later, Jun Matsueda and the girls sat down at the table. The hair bleaching tools had been put away and replaced with cardboard boxes containing pizza, boneless fried chicken, and fries.

The boy picked up a piece of golden-brown fried chicken, took a big bite, and then drank a sip of his iced cola. He leaned back in his chair, tilted his head back, and let out a satisfied sigh as he looked at the ceiling.

"This is the perfect way to eat in summer—"

Sitting opposite her, Aya Miyamura was also taking a bite of pizza and a sip of iced cola, her eyes squinting with pleasure.

"Junk food is the greatest happiness!"

Mochizuki Haruka held the triangular pizza and took small bites. She turned her head to look at the boy next to her. Although she didn't have any particular feelings about these cheap fast food, she found it quite interesting to watch Matsue eat. She never got tired of it.

After waiting for a while, she looked at the maid standing in the corridor with her head down, "Why is it taking so long to wash your hair, Kurusu?"

"What's the rush! I've only been inside for a few minutes."

Light, pattering footsteps echoed back into the living room as Yosuke Kurusu returned, her hair slightly damp. All eyes turned to her.

Her once jet-black hair had turned a translucent platinum blonde, making the already striking girl even more eye-catching.

"How is it?" She spun around in place. "The result should be pretty good, right?"

Mochizuki Haruka and the maid wouldn't offer any opinions. Miyamura Aya blinked in amazement. She wanted to speak, but quickly covered her mouth and looked at the boy opposite her.

Matsueda Jun watched Kurusu Yosei approach. The girl's blonde hair made her cheeks appear even whiter, and the translucent color reminded him of the sunlight he had seen during this period—that boundless vitality and energy, enough to illuminate everything around her and allow his own passion to permeate it.

“This gold color suits you perfectly,” the boy said, looking into her bright eyes. “It feels like you don’t even need to dye it anymore.”

"Really?" Yosuke Kurusu sat down with a grin. "But gold is too common; many celebrities dye their hair that color."

"Pink is more special and suits me better!"

“I thought my hair would be all white after bleaching, but it turns out it’s blonde.” Jun Matsue continued to observe the girl while chewing on his pizza. “I’ve learned something new.”

"You didn't expect that, did you?" Kurusu Yosei winked. "But I don't know why either~"

"That brainless golden retriever..." Mochizuki Haruka pursed her lips.

After the maid confirmed that the bleaching was fine, she took her leave. The girls ate their dinner while discussing dyeing their hair another day.

"Summer is all about cola and fried chicken!" Yosei Kurusu exclaimed happily.

"I really admire Yosei-nee." Miyamura Aya's eyes were filled with respect. "Even when those people are as noisy as cicadas in a tree, Yosei-nee can still happily eat fried chicken at home."

"That's the kind of mentality an idol should have!" The girl stretched out her right hand and made a victory sign.

"She's incredibly thick-skinned; she even manages to check how her haters attack her every day." Jun Matsueda glanced at her helplessly.

"I think Masahiko Sakurai recently mentioned going to court, right?" Aya-chan took out her phone and checked. "I wonder what's going on."

"The guilty party accuses the innocent first," Mochizuki Haruka said dismissively.

Compared to Qi Yangshi, she hated these disgusting and despicable scoundrels in the entertainment industry even more.

"...Huh?"

Miyamura Aya was looking at the news on her phone and didn't notice that her pizza had fallen onto the table.

"Someone said they found dirt on Yang Shijie."

"Isn't there a lot of 'dirt' on Kurusu?" Matsueda Jun had seen quite a bit of it with Kurusu Yosei these past few days.

"No..." The girl turned her phone around and showed it to the boy.

That was a video of Yosei Kurusu embracing a man at a performance venue for an underground idol group before her official debut.

Chapter 631 The Big Hand of the Mochizuki Family

Jun Matsueda and the two girls huddled together in front of Aya Miyamura's phone, watching the video.

The surroundings were pitch black with many figures, and the camera was focused on the stage, which was faintly lit, presumably waiting for the idols to appear.

The person filming the video was talking quietly with their companion, and their excitement could be clearly heard in their muffled voices.

However, a commotion suddenly broke out off-screen, and the camera panned—the crowd, which had been gently undulating like the surface of a lake, suddenly seemed to be split open, creating a path.

Although the light was dim, it was still possible to see a man pushing through the crowd, followed by a young girl.

The surrounding audience quickly noticed the girl's stage outfit, and the previously endless whispers in the venue suddenly became louder.

"Is this girl Yosei-chan?"

Shouldn't Yang Shi be resting backstage?

"haruyo?!"

The man in uniform quickened his pace, and as he approached the stage, the girl holding his arm took off her mask, calling out, "Slow down, slow down."

The two rushed into the backstage passageway together, and the girl's profile was revealed in the dim stage lighting.

It was indeed Lai Qiyangshi; the crowd below the stage was like a pot of boiling water, with bubbling foam rising to the ceiling—

The video ended there, and the people sitting around the dining table looked at each other in silence for a while.

"Wow, this is incredible..." Miyamura Aya shifted her chair, subtly distancing herself from the girl next to her.

Is the person in the video really Sister Yangshi?

"Yes, that's right." Kurusu Yosei nodded, his expression still relatively calm. "The one I'm holding is your Chun-nii."

"Huh?" Aya was stunned. She looked at the boy opposite her. Matsueda Jun did not deny it.

"You should have said so earlier..." The girl silently moved the chair back; it turned out to be a false alarm.

"I think Chun-ge was wearing a work uniform. When was this?"

“Summer vacation during my first year of high school.” Jun Matsueda glanced at the girl sitting to his right, who looked indifferent.

At that time, he had just been entangled with a certain elusive young lady.

"That happened two years ago?" Miyamura Aya's eyes widened. "Can it really be dug up now?"

The relaxed atmosphere of dinner vanished almost instantly. The aroma of pizza and fried chicken no longer seemed tempting. Jun Matsueda wiped his hands, took out his phone, and opened his social media app.

"It's already trending on social media..." he frowned.

"Someone's probably stirring up trouble," Yosuke Kurusu mumbled, chewing slowly on his pizza.

"This video is clearly stolen. Filming was not allowed at the location at the time, and even if someone uploaded it, it would have been blocked. The fact that it has suddenly surfaced now means that someone has paid to find dirt on me."

She opened Cai Jiang's phone and watched the video that had gone viral again, then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thankfully, Songzhi's face didn't appear in the frame..."

Mochizuki Haruka glared at her. "If his face appears, you're finished."

"That's not what we should be focusing on right now," Jun Matsueda interrupted them. "You're an idol. If you're caught having close contact with someone of the opposite sex, it will seriously affect your career, won't it?"

For teenage idols, having an affair with a member of the opposite sex is basically a death sentence for their careers.

"Didn't your agent contact you?"

"Let me see..." The girl walked to the coffee table in front of the TV and quickly noticed that her phone was vibrating silently on the sofa.

It was her agent calling. She glanced back at the boy watching her at the dining table before picking up her phone.

"Hello? My sister has—"

"Ah, I saw the video."

"Is that so? Yes, I understand..."

"Okay, I will issue a statement according to the press release later."

"Thank you for your hard work. You can get back to work now, and I'll contact you later."

Under the watchful eyes of the three, Yosuke Kurusu hung up the phone, took his phone back to the dining table, and took a big gulp of cola.

"How is it?" Jun Matsuoka asked, looking at her outstretched neck.

The girl put down her paper cup and let out a satisfied sigh. "They said it was Sakurai Masahiko's company that did it, trying to cause us trouble."

"Disgusting." Mochizuki Haruka showed a look of disgust.

"Because my boss is also digging up dirt on him, this should be considered their counterattack."

"But it was clearly their artist who made the mistake!" Aya Miyamura puffed out her cheeks, looking very angry.

"It's impossible to expect the other company to simply abandon its own artists and surrender."

As Jun Matsue spoke, he scrolled through the online comments, most of which were expressions of shock and disbelief from fans, as well as sarcastic remarks from haters, with several comments popping up every second.

"The key is how to control public opinion and minimize the impact—did the agent say how to do that?"

“Okay.” Yosei Kurusu sat down again, took a slice of pizza and put it in her mouth. “The PR department will give me the press release later, and I can just post comments based on the press release.”

"The gist of the video is that I admit to being an underground idol, but the video isn't real; my face in it is digitally composited."

"..." Jun Matsue stared at the water droplets on the cola cup and began to think.

"This should convince fans that things like special effects compositing and AI face swapping have happened before."

“That’s right.” The girl nodded, her head down as she chewed her pizza. Her posture was no longer as bold and generous as before, indicating that she was still affected by the breaking news.

"But the company is worried that someone might go directly to the venue operator for that performance—although filming is not allowed, there are definitely official surveillance cameras inside the venue."

Yosuke Kurusu frowned slightly. "The company is already in contact. It's unclear whether the video is still available. If it's been bought by something like Weekly Bunshun, it will be troublesome."

"Don't worry about that." Jun Matsue breathed a sigh of relief. "No surveillance footage will be leaked."

Miss Idol looked up. "Matsueda is so confident?"

"Speaking of which, you used to work there. Were their surveillance cameras just for show?"

"No." The boy shook his head and looked at Mochizuki Haruka beside him, who was sipping her drink through a straw and looking completely relaxed.

"That company has been around for a long time."

The girls sitting opposite them gaped in surprise. "What a coincidence!"

Jun Matsue smiled helplessly, "The reasons are rather complicated, but in short, as long as Nozomi is around, there definitely won't be any official videos leaked."

Cheers erupted from the dining table from Aya Miyamura and Yosei Kurusu.

Mochizuki Haruka put down her phone and glanced at the girl, whose smile had returned, with a reserved yet arrogant air.

Did you say thank you?

"Thank you, Mochizuki~" Kurusu Yosei immediately put down the pizza in his hand and blew her a kiss.

"I'll never call you stingy again!"

Chapter 632 Miss Idol's Temporary Visit

July 12th, Saturday afternoon.

The room without lights looks like it has a gray-blue filter applied, making one feel empty and listless.

Jun Matsue stood by the sink, looking at the text messages on his phone. His profile revealed a complex emotion that was hard to describe as sadness.

"Cut!"

The girl's voice rang out beside him, and the boy turned halfway around to look at the camera lens pointed at him.

How was this time?

Standing behind the director, Mochizuki Haruka and her aunt remained silent. They watched as Imokawa Natsumi opened the video she had just recorded, her cute eyebrows furrowed as she watched it carefully.

"It's okay now." The girl finally nodded.

The two beauties of the Mochizuki family raised their hands and clapped. Matsueda Jun lowered his head, his right hand resting on the stove, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Finally, it's over..."

After finishing his half-day classes in the morning, he and the girls got into their aunt's car and headed to the filming location for the day. They had been filming since 2 p.m. until now, almost 5 p.m.

"You've worked hard; we had to film this scene so many times." Natsumi Imokawa put down her camera. "Take a break first."

"The main problem is that the 'numb sadness' that Imokawa requested is really difficult to portray." The boy took the mineral water handed to him by Mochizuki Haruka and took two big gulps.

“After all, Matsueda-kun is still a hot-blooded young man.” Mochizuki Hana walked to the boy and girl’s side. “This is an age full of emotions, the complete opposite of numbness~”

Her words seemed to have a hidden meaning, and Jun Matsue glanced at the smiling woman, wisely remaining silent.