Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"Uh," the young director, cinematographer, and producer hesitated, "Let me think..."

"Alright, alright, stop making things difficult for Imokawa." The boy stepped between the two. "Even if a role was arranged for you, you won't have time. Will you even have time to act later?"

Kurushi Yosei pouted and loosened the hem of the girl's clothes.

"Kurasu, you can be a spectator for a while. There should be extra uniforms in Mochizuki's car. You can change into them later and be an extra."

"That's more like it~" Miss Idol nodded in satisfaction.

The girl wasn't particularly interested in a small extra role; she simply wanted to be more involved in Jun Matsueda's life.

Natsumi Imokawa gave the boy a grateful look, then ran towards the bridge with her camera. The girls standing on the bridge waved their white scarves as if cheering her on.

Filming resumed, and the young men and women, now free, sat under the cherry blossom tree, watching a maid across from them pick up the clapperboard and slam it shut.

A soft, delicate shout swept across the river.

"action!"

The crowd on the opposite bank lowered their white ribbons and walked downstream. Tomatsu Tomoka, walking at the edge of the crowd, took Imokawa Natsumi's hand and looked at her with gentle yet sad eyes—or rather, at the camera lens.

Of course, the two people sitting here could only see the girl's black hair at the back of her head. They chatted as they watched the white light bands shimmering and drifting in the water.

"Is Kurusu's new album coming out soon?"

"Hmm!" Kurusu Yosei nodded vigorously. "It's next weekend! Matsueda actually knew that."

Jun Matsue smiled. "I do follow your official account. I'm your number one fan, so I should know about this, right?"

"So how did your debut album sell?"

The girl turned to look at him, her smile suddenly vanishing, and the boy felt inexplicably nervous.

"Fifty-two thousand!"

Yosei Kurusu smiled, opened his arms, and drew a big circle. "I can't remember the last few numbers!"

"Sales have exceeded expectations!" Jun Matsueda clapped his hands. "They should be on the credibility chart you mentioned before, right?"

The girl's outstretched arms crossed and slid into the air, her right hand forming an eight and her left hand forming a two.

"Ranked 82nd on the Oricon Physical Albums Chart and 63rd on the Oricon Streaming Chart!"

"That's amazing!" The boy didn't hold back his praise. "With such achievements from her debut album, it seems inevitable that Ms. Kurusu will become a superstar."

"Of course!" Yosei Kurusu proudly puffed out her chest, her sunglasses hanging on her collar gleaming brightly.

To celebrate the good news, the two went to the vending machine on the street corner and bought drinks—the boy drank soda and the girl drank milk.

Jun Matsueda covered his head with the hat on his right hand, unscrewed the soda bottle, and clinked glasses with the girl.

"By the way, why didn't you invite me to your new song premiere?"

The pre-album premiere should be quite memorable.

The short brim of his hat cast a shallow shadow, making his features appear even more profound.

"You were still taking your entrance exams back then," the girl rolled her eyes at him. "I don't think you'd have time either!"

An eye for an eye; she was retaliating against the boy's earlier comment that he was busy.

At this point, the two of them fell silent for a moment.

Amidst their joy, they tacitly realized that since the girl left the apartment, they had been spending less and less time together.

“Let’s all have a proper celebration next time we go back to the apartment,” Jun Matsue said with a smile, taking off his hat and putting it in his pocket.

"We definitely have to celebrate!" Yosuke Kurusu wiped the milk stains from the corner of his mouth and said in a cheerful tone, "My manager gave me new wine again, and I'm looking forward to drinking it with you."

“Then we’ll have to get other people to drink with us.” The boy shook his head decisively. “I can’t handle you.”

"That wouldn't be fun," the girl said, pouting in disappointment.

The two returned to the bench by the river, where the girl in the crowd on the opposite bank had been replaced by Mochizuki Haruka. Tomatsu Tomoka was standing next to Imokawa Natsumi, gazing at the two sitting together.

Yosuke Kurusu smiled at the girl on the other side of the river, then casually turned her gaze to the side. When she saw the bodyguard standing by the car, an idea popped into her mind.

"Songzhi, how about you be my bodyguard at my book signing event?"

"Bodyguard?" Jun Matsuoka blinked.

"It's during the release of this new album that I'll be meeting and signing autographs with my fans." The girl gestured with her hands. "To avoid physical contact and to control some irrational fans, I need someone to be by my side at all times to protect my safety."

"Doesn't that sound like a knight?" she said excitedly, shaking the boy's arm.

"Pine Branch, come be my knight!"

Chapter 517 Reality is more beautiful than stories, the girl hoped so.

"Pine Branch, come be my knight!"

The girl's words were not a question, so Jun Matsueda naturally did not refuse.

He nodded, and Lai Xiyang happily stretched out his arms.

"Great!"

This wasn't an overly intimate invitation. Matsueda Jun hadn't been to one of her shows in a long time, and he was curious about Kurusu's current idol status.

"Do I need to receive any training or anything?" the boy pondered carefully.

"It's not that complicated." Yosei Kurusu waved his hand. "The autograph session is only one-on-one. Everyone else has to queue outside, and there will be security checks when entering."

She pinched the arm under the boy's school uniform. "With Songzhi's good physical condition, he only needs to pay attention to whether fans suddenly come up to him or take something out of their body."

The two chatted about the album release, and the lively and active girl quickly let her curiosity run wild.

"Songzhi, Songzhi, how long have you been filming?"

"Today is the third shoot, and the first time we've filmed extras and landscape shots. Before, we were filming the main characters."

What story are you filming?

Yosei Kurusu blinked intently at the boy's face, the shimmering water reflecting in her eyes.

"It's a bit long to explain." Jun Matsue took out his phone from his pocket and sent her the document.

"Hmm..." The girl looked down and read. Natsumi Imokawa's script wasn't long, but it wasn't something that could be read in just a few minutes either.

The riverbank suddenly became quiet. The wind blew past the two of them, bringing the sound of rushing water, as if the cherry trees above them had grown new leaves and were swaying in the wind.

“Matsugi, why is this story called ‘White Flow’?” Kurusu Yosei didn’t look up; she poked the boy’s arm with her fingertip.

“Because this story is connected by white threads.” Jun Matsueda said in a gentle tone, “The timeline of the script begins with Hikaru Kashiwabara and An Konno’s graduation ceremony.”

"Before saying goodbye, they joined everyone in setting off white thread. Besides sharing their feelings with each other, this special ceremony became a deep memory embedded in Hikaru Kashiwabara's mind."

"So every spring after graduation, he would still come back here to see the annual white line flow, to see the youthful faces of graduates, and to reminisce about the old friends in his heart."

"He met his junior from university, Fujii Kaede, here. She fell in love with him at first sight, but their chance encounter across the river didn't make him turn back. It wasn't until she saw Kashiwabara Hikaru again at university that she realized he was actually her senior—"

"Stop!" The girl stretched out her hand in front of him. "I haven't seen the rest of the plot yet, so don't spoil it for me!"

The boy smiled and remained silent.

Looking at the two people sitting under the cherry blossom tree across the river, Mochizuki Haruka's lips tightened and tightened until they became a straight line.

She turned to the girl standing beside her. "So you're just going to watch them develop feelings for each other?"

Tomatsu Yuka smiled and said, "If Mochizuki-san needs a villain, then please play the role yourself."

Natsumi Imokawa, who was standing in front of the two women with her back to them taking pictures of the scenery, couldn't help but shrink back.

Mochizuki Haruka snorted coldly, "I don't think your so-called girlfriend can hold onto anything."

Upon hearing the girl's words, Tomatsu Yuka's smile distorted slightly. She took a deep breath and looked at the boy and girl on the other side of the river.

She didn't pay much attention to Yosei Kurusu who came to visit the set—in public, the two of them could never do anything too intimate, and even if the idol wanted to do something, Jun Matsueda wouldn't allow it.

Tomatsu Yuka has other things to consider right now. Her breakup with Tsunku is imminent, but she hasn't figured out a solution yet.

The biggest problem is that she can't get a permanent position... She looked at the cold-faced girl beside her, and realized that the most annoying obstacle was Mochizuki Haruka.

However, even after knowing the reason, Tomatsu Yuka still couldn't solve the problem—the competition in love isn't about chasing each other or holding each other back; the most important thing is to conquer the heart of your lover.

If you can make Tsun-kun like you enough, everything will fall into place.

But how could she make him like her even more? The girl unconsciously fiddled with her hair that fell over her shoulders.

Physical contact has reached the limit of Tsunkun's tolerance. The best way to quickly increase his favorability is...

Tomatsu Yuka paused, suddenly remembering something she had kept hidden deep in her mind.

I haven't checked the system's favorability rating in a long time.

Do you want to see it?

The girl's fingertips trembled slightly.

As long as I can see the favorability rating, I can determine exactly how Tsunkun feels about me. Some slightly impulsive actions will be more benign, at least I can use this information to determine the direction for increasing favorability...

And this time, as long as she doesn't say anything, absolutely no one will know—

Tomatsu Yuka pinched the pad of her right thumb hard, the sharp pain interrupting her thoughts.

Putting aside the system's credibility, what Tsunkun hates most is "taking shortcuts".

Now that no one knows, you're checking favorability ratings. Can you guarantee that you won't later do other things to try and control Tsunkun with absolute confidence?

As for affection levels, let's save that for when there's absolutely no other way...

wrong.

The girl shook her head vigorously, and Mochizuki Haruka looked at her with the same gaze one would give a mental patient.

Factors like favorability ratings are probably the first thing to be ruled out.

Tomatsu Yuka looked up at the sky above, which was divided by pink petals and gnarled branches, and sighed with relief.

"What's wrong with you now?" Mochizuki Haruka glanced at her.

The girl revealed her fake yet gentle smile.

"I just feel that I am very worthy of being loved right now."

Standing in front of the two, Natsumi Imokawa started changing the camera angles again, and Yuka Tomatsu walked to her side.

"Are we ready to shoot the next scene?"

“Ah, yes.” The focused girl nodded. “Ms. Kurusu wants to be an extra. We can start once I call her over.”

"Then I'll go call her."

Tomatsu Yuka walked towards the other side of the bridge, crossed the bridge, and came to the cherry blossom tree.

Yosei Kurusu was still looking down intently at the script on her phone. Jun Matsueda watched the girl walk over, stood up, and handed her the bottled water at his feet.

No need for thanks, Tomatsu Yuka smiled at him, then looked at the girl who had her head down.

"Kurasu-san, Imokawa-kun said you can play now, right?"

"Huh?" Kurusu Yosei looked up and saw the camerawoman on the other side of the river waving at him.

"Coming right now!" She hurriedly stood up, brushed the grass clippings off her jeans, and then brought her face close to the boy's.

"Songzhi, Songzhi, is my makeup still intact?"

“It looks beautiful.” Jun Matsue nodded.

So the girl ran quickly to the other side of the river. Before stepping onto the bridge, she stopped and turned to face the boy.

"That's definitely a good story!"

Jun Matsue watched as she was swept away by the wind and disappeared into the crowd of people dressed in sailor uniforms. The boy sighed helplessly.

"Shouldn't such praise be reserved for the storyteller?"

Tomatsu Yuka smiled and followed him to the riverbank.

Scattered cherry blossoms fell on their shoulders.

"I also hope that my story with Tsunkun can be a good story."

Chapter 518 Change and Constancy