Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"If I accept it, wouldn't that mean we'll both be in the spotlight?" the girl said without turning around.

"Then we'll be watched everywhere we go at school, how will we be able to have sweet dates?"

“That’s right…” Jun Matsue watched as she picked up a matcha-colored dress and held it up to her figure.

Is Yuka trying to copy her senior's outfit?

The boy paused for a moment, then said, "So I'm planning to wait a month or two before making a decision."

"It's too troublesome to process these friend requests now. Once this 'peak period of establishing diplomatic relations' at the beginning of the semester is over, it will be about time to add friends normally."

"I see~" The girl nodded and picked up the top next to her.

This is a tight-fitting, high-cut one-piece halter top, the style of which looks like a more revealing 'school swimsuit'—the store recommends pairing it with a short skirt, which will expose the white thighs and waist skin, suitable for bold and sexy girls.

Although I definitely won't wear this kind of outfit out of the apartment, it would be nice to leave it for Tsun-kun to admire...

Thinking this, Tomatsu Yuka picked up the narrow piece of fabric and pressed it against her body to compare.

Moreover, it's very easy to use. Tsun-kun's warm hands can easily reach in from both sides of the high fork, whether going up or down.

The girl nodded in satisfaction, put away her clothes, and looked at her boyfriend beside her.

"Tsun-kun can add whichever girl he wants, it's fine~"

"Anyway, as long as we're at school, my eyes will be glued to you every second!"

“That’s for the best.” Jun Matsue smiled without any hesitation, looking into her eyes.

Yuka's eyes remained a captivating brown, but if you looked at them for a few more seconds, they would turn into honey-colored swirls, enticing you to drown in their sweet trap.

But the boy's phone rang at an inopportune moment, interrupting their eye contact.

Tomatsu Yuka smiled nonchalantly and waved the clothes in her hand at her boyfriend.

"I'll go try on the clothes first~"

Watching the girl walk away on her own, Jun Matsueda picked up his phone and answered a call with a special ringtone.

When Tomatsu Yuka came out after changing her clothes, the boy had already finished his phone call. She blinked curiously.

"Was that Mochizuki calling?"

Jun Matsue nodded—the ringtone he set for Haruka was the Christmas carol he had sent her back then, and Yuka would naturally recognize it after hearing it so many times.

"Wangyue said she's going back to her apartment tonight to see her aunt, so she won't be coming back for dinner today."

"..." The girl blinked again, "Will you be leaving get off work late today too, Qisang?"

"So, it was just us and the senior student who ate at home?"

Tomatsu Yuka is already getting into some crazy ideas—how can she convince her senior to come back a little later on her own...?

The senior always seemed to be hiding her guilt in front of her. She's a senior, so it's not a big deal to give way occasionally, right?

"Besides my senior, there's also Imokawa—she's free today and plans to come over for dinner tonight."

"I see." Tomatsu Yuka blinked, putting away her nascent plan.

"That's a bit of a pity."

"What's a pity?"

"It's nothing," the girl said with a pure and innocent smile.

Let's stroll around outside with Tsun-kun a little longer before going home~

Chapter 887 Nightlife in Wakaba Town Apartments

At six o'clock in the evening, it was still dark in Tokyo in early spring, and the sky outside the balcony of the Wakaba-cho apartment was ablaze with the colors of the sunset.

Natsumi Imokawa silently stared at the cockatiel in front of her—a yellow chick with rosy cheeks, its bottom sticking out as it pecked at the dark blue tablecloth stained with the colors of the sunset.

"Xiao Kui, you can't bite this!"

A not-so-stern reprimand rang in her ears, and the mischievous chick fluttered away—the girl looked up and saw Yamami Maki, holding a cup of hot tea, sitting down beside her.

"Here you go~ This is unsweetened black tea with milk. Natsumi-chan should like it."

"Thank you, senior." Natsumi Imokawa nodded, picked up the girl's homemade milk tea, and took a sip.

"..." She quickly squinted her eyes, looking as if she were intoxicated by the sunset.

"Delicious!"

"I'm glad you like it." Yamami Maki smiled. "Is Natsumi-chan very interested in Aoi?"

“…Hmm!” The girl looked at the parrot that had crawled into the birdcage. “Because I don’t have any pets at home.”

"No wonder--"

Tomatsu Yuka, who was helping the boy at the stove, took off her apron and walked towards the dining table.

"I remember when Natsumi-chan came last time, she also squatted down next to Kinzhi and watched for a long time, right?"

"Yes!" The girl nodded again. "Golden cats are cute too."

"And I've seen videos where a camera is strapped to a cat's neck and filmed, it's super funny!"

"It's a pity that Senior Maki's parrot is a bit too small..."

"Small?" Yamami Maki blinked as she looked at the boy's back in front of the stove.

"Hmm, otherwise we could try installing a camera on Xiaokui as well, and see what kind of video it would capture when it flies in the air."

"...Actually, parrots are climbing birds." The girl couldn't help but laugh.

"They prefer to crawl rather than take off."

“Ah…” Natsumi Imokawa made a cute sound of disappointment.

"Didn't Natsumi buy a drone?" Jun Matsue, who was busy preparing dinner, finally spoke up.

"Drones and parrots are not the same thing, and I've heard that birds have 'stabilizers' in their heads, I'm a little curious about that..."

As her boyfriend, wearing an apron, approached, the girl swallowed hard.

The boy carried a large pot of fragrant rice and placed it in the center of the table.

"Dinner is almost here, so drink less sugary drinks so you won't be unable to eat later."

Natsumi Imokawa nodded obediently, pushing the milk tea in front of her aside to show her innocence.

Tomatsu Yuka, sitting opposite, laughed again, "Tsunku really has the feel of a parent at times like this."

"Is this a habit left over from taking care of children in the past?" Yami Maki lifted the lid of the pot and couldn't help but sniff the air.

"It smells so good!"

“It’s sea bream rice.” Tomatsu Tomoka glanced at the pot. “No wonder Tsunku cut the fish into such small pieces.”

“It’s more convenient to eat this way.” Jun Matsueda returned to the stove and stirred the food in the pot.

"Can someone help me carry the dishes?"

Natsumi Imokawa raised her head to speak, but Maki Yamami, who was sitting next to her, had already straightened up.

However, neither of them was as quick as Tomatsu Yuka, who was sitting opposite them—she had the advantage of being close to the boy and pushed back her chair without hesitation, getting up and taking small steps toward him.

"..." The two who had been left behind exchanged a knowing glance, feeling a renewed sense of closeness in their hearts.

"Let's serve the rice first." Yami Maki smiled and picked up a rice spoon from the side.

"How much Natsumi-chan do you want?"

The girl beside her waved her hand in a panic, "I can do it myself!"

Ten minutes later, Jun Matsue took off his apron, and the girls watched as he pulled out a chair and sat down—the sunlight and heat outside the balcony had just faded, and the living room, with its lights on, was enveloped in the cool warmth of a spring night.

"Today's menu is: chicken nuggets with grapefruit mayonnaise, crab sticks with zucchini and sesame sauce, stir-fried minced meat with assorted vegetables, and miso soup—"

"By the way, Natsumi doesn't dislike shiitake mushrooms, does she?" the boy asked, turning his head.

The stir-fried minced meat with mixed vegetables was a dish he specially made for Xia Shi, using diced shiitake mushrooms, diced carrots, tender peas, and eggs—although he hadn't asked beforehand, he believed this "children's dish" would suit the young girl's taste.

“I don’t dislike it!” Imokawa Natsumi shook her head vigorously. “I really like stir-fried mixed vegetables.”

Jun Matsue stretched contentedly and picked up the chopsticks that the girls had set out in front of him.

"Let's eat!"

As she picked up a piece of golden-brown chicken coated in sauce and put it in her mouth, Natsumi Imokawa's eyes immediately narrowed into two slits.

"So happy..."

"I feel like Songzhi can cook even better than Dad." The girl's cheeks puffed out.

"I wish I could eat rice made with pine branches every day."

Yamami Maki first served herself a bowl of seaweed and tofu miso soup. "Then why don't you let Natsumi-chan move into the apartment too?"

Tomatsu then took the soup spoon from her and served a bowl of soup to the boy who was eating.

"But actually, even if we move into an apartment, we can't eat Tsun-kun's cooking every day~" The girl's gentle tone had a hint of dissent.

"Among the few of us who can cook, whoever is free on the day usually cooks—today, Jun-kun finished class early, so dinner was left to him."

"Hmm..." Natsumi Imokawa swallowed the food in her mouth and ladled herself a spoonful of soup.

"Moving into an apartment... it's probably not going to be a long-term commitment anytime soon." She blushed slightly.

"Because we've already started assigning coursework, and the apartment doesn't have the space for recording and editing..."

"I see~" Tomatsu Tomoka turned her head with a smile.

"Our house is still not big enough, Tsun-kun needs to keep working hard~"

"Cough, cough—"

The girl choked on her soup. She looked up, her cheeks turning a deep red like cherry tomatoes in a fruit bowl on the table.

That's not what I meant!

A soft groan followed – Tomatsu Yuka's thigh was gently pinched by the person next to her.

Jun Matsue placed his hand on her leg and smiled at the girl in front of him.

“I know, Natsumi, just do what you want. Didn’t you plan to sleep here at the apartment tonight?”

"Yes!" Imokawa Natsumi nodded vigorously. "I brought a few high-quality discs!"

This was her fourth visit to the Wakaba Town apartment. The girl had enjoyed her stay there on the previous visits—not everyone was as hostile as she had imagined. Even the most aloof Mochizuki Haruka didn't give her a hard time.

So Natsumi Imokawa decided to reciprocate—she and Matsueda had moved a Sony Blu-ray player over last time in preparation for watching a movie in their apartment tonight.

Jun Matsue nodded. "Just don't pick any long films. We go to bed early and get up early now, and we basically don't stay up late."

As he spoke, he soothingly rubbed the girl's thigh beside him—only after confirming that his pinch hadn't left any marks did the boy withdraw his hand.

Perhaps her recent routine has been too comfortable, and Yuka's mischievous side has started to resurface.

"No way!" Natsumi Imokawa said, putting down her chopsticks, turning around, and picking up her canvas bag from her back.

"I only bring films that are under two hours long, and they are definitely films that everyone likes to watch."

After glancing at her junior who was obediently eating with her head down across from her, Yamami Maki elegantly wiped her lips with a tissue before taking over the conversation.

"Speaking of which, Natsumi-chan, it should have been a week since school started, how are you feeling?"

"This is really interesting!" The blush on the girl's face turned into excitement.

"What the teachers taught was exactly what I wanted to know before—I could only figure it out on my own before, but now I can hear the experience of many professionals, so I feel very fulfilled!"

Seemingly realizing she had said too much, Natsumi Imokawa blinked sheepishly and scooped up a spoonful of mixed vegetables into the boy's bowl.

"What about Matsue? What's it like studying at the University of Tokyo?"

Jun Matsueda looked at the girl beside him and asked, "How does it feel?"

"Hmm..." Tomatsu Yuka slowly swallowed the chicken in her mouth—she was still savoring the thrill of being "punished" by the boy.

"It feels very fulfilling, doesn't it?" the girl asked thoughtfully.

"The teachers teach very seriously, and the students are very active—those who can get into the University of Tokyo are indeed very capable. Sometimes when I hear them ask questions, I can't help but think that."

"And then Yuka and Jun-kun are the two most powerful among them?" the senior student across from me asked with a smile as she slowly chewed her food.