Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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As they walked onto the main road in front of the station, Jun Matsue clearly felt the girl beside him become lighter in her steps.

"Is the senior in a good mood now?"

“Of course…” Yamami Maki said softly, gazing at the bustling station entrance.

"Yesterday, Chun and I reaffirmed our relationship. I ate the meal you cooked, and you even made..."

The girl paused, her gaze shifting to the roadside.

"You even suggested I move in with you... So many surprising things happened in one day, it seems like I'm only now realizing how happy I am."

"Then you need to digest it quickly." The boy smiled and looked at her profile.

"Otherwise, what will the senior do if good things keep coming?"

Yamami Maki flashed her perfectly white teeth, her smile brighter than the sunshine today.

"Couldn't Chun have waited for me?"

As she approached the entrance to Higashi-Nakano Station, a hint of worry crept onto the girl's usually cheerful face. She looked at the boy who had taken out his phone.

"Has Jun-kun already informed the others about our matter?"

Jun Matsue nodded. "I've already notified Mochizuki Kurusu and Tomatsu."

Mochizuki was notified yesterday at noon, while Kurusu and Tomatsu were notified in the afternoon—based on the principle of reserving the most energy to deal with the most troublesome matters, he put Tomatsu last.

Unsurprisingly, Yosei Kurusu simply expressed her dissatisfaction with the boy not going home to sleep, and then brushed the matter aside.

Idol Girls have never cared much about the world outside of themselves and Matsueda, but Tomatsu Tomoka is different—Matsueda Jun remembers the silence before she spoke and that melancholy sigh.

"I'll have a good talk with Jun-kun tomorrow..."

Recalling the girl's brief reply, Jun Matsue walked into the station.

The clamor of the approaching crowd was like a strong wind, blowing away the restlessness in his heart.

The trams leading to Haneoka High and Ochanomizu were not on the same route. After seeing the boy off at the platform, Yamami Maki stayed by his side until the sound of the tram drifted from afar.

Before parting, the girl hugged her lover and whispered something in his ear.

"Good luck, Jun-kun!"

“If there’s anything you can’t solve on your own, just call me—I’ll always be there for Chun.”

“I will always stay by your side, senior.” Jun Matsue nuzzled her cheek.

The train on the Chuo Line stopped at the platform. As the crowd stepped into the carriage, the boy turned around and waved to his lover through the window.

Only after the figure in the matcha-colored coat disappeared into the distance along with the horizon did Jun Matsueda turn his gaze back to his own semi-transparent reflection in the car window.

There was nothing strange about it, and he nodded—once he changed into the school uniform, he became a positive and motivated student.

Regarding the school uniform issue... the boy took out his phone and opened a chat window.

I had already contacted Ken Sakamuro yesterday and asked him to bring an extra set of school uniforms to school today.

As for his schoolbag—he can memorize all the textbooks and workbooks, and if needed, he can just ask the girls to share a table with him.

...They wouldn't even give me a chance to share a table, would they?

Half an hour later, Jun Matsue walked toward the gate of Haneoka High School—the tall physical education student guarding the gate saw him from afar and strode toward him carrying a bag.

"What's going on with you?" Ken Sakamuro punched the boy's chest. "Why didn't you take your backpack?"

“I didn’t go home last night,” Jun Matsue continued, before the change in his expression could elicit a response.

"Do you spend every night at home?"

“That’s true…” Ken Sakamuro nodded, then shook his head.

"But there must be another reason why this happened to you!"

—If Matsueda were to have any trouble, would it be Sakamuro Ken's turn to help?

"You don't need to ask that." The boy took the bag of clothes from his hand.

"Anyway, I owe you a favor—I'll step in when you're cornered by some weirdo."

"Do you think you're Kamen Rider?" Ken Sakamuro retorted, following behind him toward the school gate.

"Besides, he's the embodiment of justice; he'd save me even without needing favors..."

Passing through the school gates under the strange gazes of those around him, Jun Matsue looked at the unchanging school building not far away.

He took a deep breath of the dry, cold morning air and then exhaled it gently.

I'm feeling a bit nervous, which hasn't happened in a long time...

Chapter 858 The Girls Who Came with Unfriendly Intentions

After changing into his school uniform in the restroom, Jun Matsueda walked out of the restroom carrying a bag of clothes and bumped into Ken Sakamuro at the door.

"What are you looking at?" The boy looked down and straightened his collar and cuffs.

"Look at my clothes." The brown-skinned PE student frowned slightly as he looked him over.

"Even though our school uniforms are all custom-made, and I'm five centimeters taller than Songzhi, why do you look so good in my clothes?"

"..." Jun Matsue lifted the hem of his rather long suit jacket.

Do you have some kind of bias towards me?

However, the loose school uniform might have given him a somewhat "delinquent" and dashing air—judging from the gazes of the girls walking out of the restroom on the other side, they probably thought the same thing as Sakamuro.

"Never mind, that's not important." Ken Sakamuro waved his hand. "Shall we go into the classroom together?"

Jun Matsue took out the spray he had put in his cotton-padded coat and sprayed it on himself.

"Sakamuro, go inside first. It might be a bit dangerous for you to come with me."

“I knew you were up to something!” The boy glanced at him.

"I'll be going now, take care of yourself."

Watching Sakamuro's figure walk quickly away, Jun Matsueda took out the chewing gum he had bought at the convenience store from his pocket—just as he opened the package, his phone vibrated.

"I'm already at school, why isn't Songzhi here yet?"

It was a message from Wangyue. The boy had just opened the text box when another message popped up on the screen—

"Is she perhaps sleeping in Yamami Maki's gentle embrace and not planning to come today?"

Jun Matsue put the chewing gum in his mouth and chewed it a few times.

"How is that possible? Mochizuki is counting down from ten and will see me soon."

The message was immediately marked as read. The boy spat the chewing gum onto the wrapper and threw it into the trash can before walking away.

Ten, nine, eight... he counted silently in his mind.

The school building corridor was not short, but Jun Matsue walked faster. He smiled as he passed by the students who were greeting him—the sign for "Class 3-6" swayed with his steps and quickly became so close that it was right in front of him.

Before the last "one" in his mind could even settle, the boy had already pushed open the back door of the classroom—

The warm, dry air, mixed with the noise, rushed in, but what was even more noticeable were the two gazes that landed on his face the moment he opened the door.

"..." Matsueda Jun composed himself and first looked at the girl who was closer to him.

Good morning, Yuhua.

"Good morning, Jun-kun~" Tomatsu Yuka turned her head and looked at him with a smile.

"Today's school uniform is a size too big."

"Because I borrowed it from Sakamuro." The boy glanced at Sakamuro Ken, who was looking in his direction.

The girl's lips curled up slightly as she turned to look at the empty seat next to her.

"Anyway, let's sit down first and then talk."

Jun Matsueda returned to his seat and hung the bag containing his personal clothes on the side of his desk. He then turned around and met the gaze of the girl watching him from the window.

Mochizuki Haruka's posture was much more "domineering" than Tomatsu Yuka's. The girl turned her entire body around, facing the boy, with her back against the wall, one hand resting on the desk—combined with her cool gaze, she looked like a complete emperor.

However, Jun Matsue was not intimidated by Mochizuki's aura. He leaned forward and showed the girl the time on his phone.

"How about that? You said you'd be there in ten seconds, and you were there in ten seconds."

Mochizuki Haruka said with a stern face, "I'm not satisfied if it's even a second too early."

Jun Matsueda scratched his cheek. "Isn't it because Mochizuki looked at me a second earlier?"

The girl glared at him, about to speak, when the school bell rang, and Kominato Shoko walked into the classroom through the front door.

Was anyone late today?

The boy, who was the class monitor, immediately sat up straight and scanned the classroom—but the girl next to him had already raised her hand first.

"Everyone is here except for Kurosawa, who is on leave."

Jun Matsue glanced at him, and Tomoka Tomatsu smiled at him considerately.

"Okay." The homeroom teacher nodded in satisfaction. "There's nothing to announce at today's morning meeting. Everyone can read classical Chinese texts or English texts freely."

“Reading aloud is more efficient for memorization than reading silently. There’s only a week left until the common exam, and I don’t want to see anyone forgetting how to write words in the exam room.”

The students below the podium did not respond, but instead took out their textbooks in unison. Jun Matsue felt around in his drawer, and then moved his desk under the girls' gaze.

He first leaned towards the seat by the window, and after sitting down again, the boy winked at Tomatsu Yuka on the other side—meaning, "Come over in the next class."

Mochizuki Haruka pushed her open English book between the two of them and spoke in a chilling tone:

"Does Songzhi still need to look at the textbook?"

“Of course I need to read aloud,” the boy said, moving a little closer to her. “I can’t exactly flip through the pages from memory and read them out of thin air, can I?”

The girl wrinkled her nose in disgust—Songzhi didn't smell like a woman, and then she relaxed her brows.

"Can't you?"

"..." Jun Matsue looked up, seemingly trying.

"It's a bit difficult, and people will think I'm a freak if I do it."

Actually, he used to be able to do it easily—it's not that the boy couldn't remember those words, but rather that the image of that page when he flipped through the book had become blurry in his mind.

So it seems my memory has indeed gotten a bit worse—or rather, it's not as terrible as it used to be.

Matsueda Jun looked at the girl's face beside him. Fortunately, the cute, disheveled and pathetic look of Mochizuki was still clearly visible in his mind—he couldn't forget that.

"What are you thinking?" Mochizuki Haruka rolled her eyes at him. "It seems that Matsue isn't as powerful as he thought."

"It just reminded me of gazing at the moon back then." The boy smiled.

"So it seems that even the best memory is filtered—when I think of Mochizuki back then, I actually find her quite adorable."

The blurring of memories in the deepest corners of his mind was not something frightening to Jun Matsueda.

When the boy first discovered his extraordinary memory, he researched related information online.

His childhood behavior was very similar to hyperthymesia, indiscriminately memorizing a large amount of trivial information and uncontrollably searching for it—this experience was not pleasant. Fortunately, his memory became controllable after entering adolescence.

So Jun Matsueda was actually worried that if he continued to memorize things like this for another ten years or so, his mind might become crowded and chaotic again, and he might return to the painful and uncontrollable state that other hyperthymesia patients experience.

So nowadays, boys are actually more relaxed – as long as they don’t suddenly find their mind blank during an exam, they don’t really mind if their memory becomes no different from that of ordinary people.

"Is Songzhi daydreaming?" Mochizuki Haruka's eyes turned unfriendly, and she held up her textbook to cover their mouths.

"Is she reminiscing about her happy life with Yamami Maki yesterday?"

Jun Matsueda shook his head. "I was wondering if I should go to the hospital to get my memory checked."

"Whatever you want, our family will arrange it." The girl turned a page in her textbook nonchalantly.

"How many times did you do it with Yamami Maki yesterday?"

Her topic shifted so quickly that it caught everyone off guard—Matsueda Jun opened his eyes wide, raised his head from behind his textbook, and looked around.

Fortunately, everyone was reading aloud, and Wangyue's voice wasn't loud. The boy lowered his head again and looked at the nonchalant girl.

What are you saying!

Mochizuki Haruka blinked. "I'm asking you, how many times have you slept with Yamami Maki?"

Jun Matsue reached out and covered her mouth. The girl blinked in surprise and bit the soft flesh of his palm.