Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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If there's a backpack leaning against the back of the chair, even if he's studying diligently and obediently, he can still see her profile, which exudes a childlike charm, when the girl turns around to open the backpack and rummage through it.

As if it had heard his thoughts, the girl's back began to move—

Natsumi Imokawa carefully turned around and pressed the note she was holding onto the edge of the boy's desk.

Like a thief committing a theft for the first time, she glanced around before turning around, her back showing a hint of panic.

"..." Jun Matsue took the folded sticky note from the side of the table and unfolded it.

"So, can I pass notes to Matsue during class? I see everyone else doing it..."

The boy glanced at the podium—Tomatsu seemed to be almost done asking questions, so he lowered his head and sped up his writing.

"Okay, but next time it's best to pass it from the left side—it doesn't feel good if Tomatsu sees it."

He folded the note, looked at the girl pressed against the back of the chair, and placed the note on her left shoulder.

His fingertips touched the girl's shoulder, the comfortable feel of the knitted vest carrying her warm body temperature. Matsueda Jun's hand holding the note trembled slightly—Imokawa caught the note faster than he expected, and their fingertips brushed lightly against each other.

The figure in front of him visibly trembled, and the boy quickly withdrew his hand—the note shrank back as if it were a mole's head emerging from a burrow.

"..." Jun Matsue lowered his gaze, staring at the mock exam papers spread out on the table.

Even though he had countless experiences of physical intimacy, he was still inexplicably moved by the moment his fingertips touched.

"This must be the power of love, right?"—The words he had just heard flashed through the boy's mind.

The thin piece of paper quickly returned to the girl's shoulder, and he carefully took it and opened it.

"Okay! As long as it doesn't disturb the pine branches~"

"But isn't it a bit like having an affair in a TV drama if we're doing this behind Tomatsu's back?"

"..." The urge to laugh out loud overwhelmed the lingering emotions that had just been stirred, and Jun Matsue shook his head helplessly.

"How is that having an affair? Passing notes isn't such a taboo thing."

"Besides, if you're carrying Tomatsu on your back, Mochizuki will see you anyway. She's not always skipping school, so I'm just giving you a heads-up."

Natsumi Imokawa took the note with even more practiced ease—but Tomatsu Tomoka happened to walk down from the podium, so her body still trembled with fright.

She waited until the girl walked past before bowing her head to reply.

This time, Natsumi Imokawa even learned on her own to pass the note to the side of the desk—so that she could block Tomatsu's view.

"Ah...I understand..."

"Anyway, I'm so happy to be able to pass notes with Songzhi! It's my first time doing this!"

"..." Jun Matsue put away the note and rubbed his forehead.

"Are you tired, Jun-kun?" Tomatsu Yuka asked softly from the side. "Would you like to rest for a bit?"

"It's okay." The boy stuffed the note into the drawer.

With phrases like "please give me your guidance," "affair," and "first time" all over again, has Imokawa learned something strange from his parents again?

Thus, the final period spent at Haneoka High School began to flow in this way that Matsueda Jun had never expected—

Chapter 868 The Tacit Understanding of Cooking

As the last class on Saturday morning ended and the bell rang, the orderly classroom quickly turned into a chaotic mess.

Natsumi Imokawa silently closed the copy of "The Night Is Short, Walk On Girl!" in her hands, picked up her water glass, and slowly turned her head slightly.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the seat by the window in the back row—Wang Yueyao had stood up and was putting her uniform bag on the table to pack her things.

Huh? The girl who was "tactically drinking water" blinked in surprise.

These past few days, hasn't Mochizuki been having lunch with Matsue before packing up and leaving?

Isn't she having dinner with Songzhi today?

Then… Natsumi Imokawa quietly glanced to the other side.

Tomatsu Yuka had already cleared the table, and Mizushima Miya, who was sitting in front of her, turned around with her lunchbox in hand—the two had been eating together frequently since their apparent breakup.

After putting down her water glass, Natsumi Imokawa blinked excitedly again.

The girl knew that Matsueda Jun would definitely still go to the cafeteria for lunch—so wouldn't Matsueda's lunch time today belong to her?

Thinking of this, Natsumi Imokawa couldn't help but turn around—the expectation on her face was quickly dashed.

Why is Songzhi packing his things too?

"Hmm?" Jun Matsue looked up as he tidied up the drawers.

"I asked for leave this afternoon. Didn't I say that when get out of class ended this morning?"

"..." The girl puffed out her cheeks slightly, "When did this happen!"

"After the second period," the boy recalled, "you seemed to be organizing the snow scene photos you took yesterday, and you were just busy making noises."

"what……"

Only then did Natsumi Imokawa regain her absent-minded memories—her expectations were dashed, and her eyebrows drooped, revealing a cute melancholy.

Tomatsu Yuka, who was standing nearby, smiled and asked, "Would Imokawa like to have dinner with us?"

"Ah, thank you..." the girl waved her hand. "I didn't bring a lunchbox. I prefer the cafeteria to bread."

"Speaking of which, the cafeteria's menu has become a bit less varied lately," Jun Matsueda said, lifting his bag. "Maybe it's because a lot of the third-year students have left?"

"Pine branch." Mochizuki Haruka walked over carrying her bag. "It's time to go."

"Okay." The boy smiled at her, then looked at the girls.

"Then I'll be absent for half a day—the cafeteria lady told me yesterday that there would be chicken hot pot today, Yu Chuan can try it."

After greeting the girls, the two carrying bags walked out of the classroom. Mochizuki Haruka took the boy's hand in the stairwell—the others on the street were already used to it.

After they left the teaching building, the main road leading to the school gate was much less crowded. The girl glanced at her boyfriend pushing his bicycle beside her and gave a soft hum.

"They probably think you took time off to go on a date with me, right?"

The "they" she was referring to were the other people she had met on the road earlier. Matsueda Jun smiled helplessly.

Although he is now going the same way as Mochizuki, once they leave the school, the girl will still have to go for tutoring, while he will take the train to Higashi-Nakano to meet his senior who is on her day off.

It sounds ironic, but that wasn't what the boy originally intended—

"Didn't you guys tell me to take leave...?"

The "you" he referred to were Mochizuki Haruka and Kuriki Yosei.

Matsue Jun's original plan for this weekend was to visit his senior after school on Saturday and meet Tomatsu on Sunday—but this would mean he wouldn't be able to stay in the apartment for two nights in a row, which Mochizuki and Idol-san were not happy about.

So at the request of the two girls, the boy decided to ask for leave early on Saturday, which led to the scene of him walking out of the school gate with the girl.

Before getting into her car, Mochizuki Haruka glanced back.

"You have to be back by 7 p.m., okay?"

"Don't worry, Haruka." Jun Matsueda looked out the driver's side window.

"Didn't your aunt come to pick you up today?"

“She’s not a free person, how could she possibly come to pick me up every day?” the girl said, opening the car door.

"I go first."

The boy waved, "See you tonight!"

Looking back at the campus behind him, Jun Matsue got on his bicycle and took out his phone to send a message to his senior.

"I just finished class and I'm off."

"Okay~" A pale yellow parrot avatar quickly popped up as a reply.

"Lunch is almost ready, Tsun-kun can eat as soon as he gets home~"

He put away his phone, started pedaling his bicycle, and the cold air on the road suddenly became sharp, causing the boy to squint.

The weather hasn't warmed up yet. When Imokawa moved into his class on Tuesday, it happened to be the Great Cold solar term. In the past few days, the temperature has dropped instead of rising, and the lowest temperature has returned to one degree.

At times like these, you need to eat something warm and soupy... Matsueda Jun shrank his neck, like the chicken hot pot in the cafeteria.

After parking his bicycle, he rushed into the well-heated station and boarded the train. Half an hour later, the boy arrived safely at his apartment in Higashi-Nakano.

Standing in front of room 404, Jun Matsue subconsciously raised his hand, then paused in his knocking motion.

He liked the feeling of his senior classmate appearing in front of him after he knocked on the door.

However, now that they are dating, perhaps if I take out my key and open the door myself, it will make her feel more at home.

So the boy put his hand down and took out his keychain from his bag—he had already put the senior's keychain on it.

The sound of the key locking the door was slightly hesitant. Jun Matsue turned his wrist and pushed open the door.

The air inside was noticeably warmer than in the hallway, and it was filled with the aroma of food. He closed the door and stepped into the entryway.

"Is it Chun?"

The sound of slippers approached, and Yamami Maki appeared before him—the upperclassman wearing an apron looked surprised, but quickly pretended to be angry.

"Why didn't you knock? I quite like the feeling of opening the door and seeing Tsunku."

The boy smiled and opened his arms—like a husband returning from work.

"I'm back~"

"..." The surprise on the girl's face quickly turned into tenderness, and she stepped forward without hesitation and snuggled into the boy's arms.

Welcome back!

The only sounds left in the quiet room were the bubbling of the stove and the breathing of the two people—these sounds quickly blended together, becoming one breath that was indistinguishable from one another.

"Mmm..." Yamami Maki opened her lips and gasped for breath, her voice sounding like she was struggling in a sweet swamp.

"How could this be..." Her gaze fell downwards, her drooping eyelashes reminiscent of a mimosa.

"Senior, isn't this a rhetorical question you already know the answer to?" Matsueda Jun wiped her lips with his thumb, his eyes looking somewhat hungry.

"Do you know that there's a saying that teenage boys can get an erection just by holding hands?"

The girl gave him a reproachful look, "We still have to eat lunch..."

"It's okay." The boy smiled and released his embrace. "Let's eat first, I'm not in a hurry."

They're already dating, and Matsueda Jun now has plenty of time to enjoy the delicious food his senior loves.

"The main thing is that the chicken needs to be poached in the hot pot, we can't wait." Yamami Maki kissed his cheek, then turned and walked quickly toward the stove.

"I've already put all the ingredients in, so if... it won't taste good anymore."

Jun Matsue blinked, watching her back as she picked up the soup spoon.

"What do you want to eat for lunch?"

"Chicken hot pot~" The girl turned her head and showed him the meatball with a small bite taken out of it in the soup spoon.

"It's just chicken meatball hot pot~"

"I know what it is." The boy smiled and walked over, putting his arm around her waist.

"I just didn't know that my senior and I were so in sync."

I brought the pot to the table for my senior; the ingredients in the chicken soup were just cooked.

The meatballs are tender, the soup is piping hot, and the vegetables retain a slightly crisp texture. The black of the shiitake mushrooms, the green of the bok choy, and the red of the carrots blend together, making it very appetizing.

Jun Matsuochi first ladled himself a bowl of soup and sipped it slowly.

As the delicious hot soup went down his throat, the warmth gradually spread, and the boy looked up, holding the bowl.

The senior student didn't sit down next to him—the girl went into the bedroom, then came out carrying a birdcage. The pale yellow parrot was chirping in the cage, looking very energetic.

"Let me feed Aoi some food first." Yami Maki smiled at him, then carried the birdcage to the stove.

"Then I'll serve my senior a bowl of soup to cool it down first."

"Good~"

Jun Matsue picked up the empty bowl beside him, scooping up the pale white chicken soup and colorful ingredients while looking at the figure standing by the stove.

Perhaps because the air conditioning had been turned on beforehand, the living room was quite warm. The girl was wearing a dark brown, thin, high-necked undershirt, and her slender waistline could be seen from behind through the tight fabric.