Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 112 Dangerous Contact
Ken Sakamuro watched Jun Matsueda washing his hands at the faucet in front of the bathroom.

The slender fingers are crossed, the back of the hands and the round nails are shiny under the water, and the distinct joints attract the attention.

"Matsuzhi, how come you're so stylish even when washing your hands?"

Sakamuro Ken looked at him as he lowered his eyes and washed his hands, as if he was about to participate in a sacred ceremony held at the foot of the snow-capped mountains.

Matsueda Jun turned off the tap, lightly flicking the water droplets from his hands. "You want to learn the seven-step handwashing method too? I'll teach you. First, rub your palms together."

Ken Sakamuro kept hearing about the spiral wrist washing, but he couldn't make himself wash his hands as handsome as Jun Matsueda.

On the way back to the classroom, Matsueda Jun saw Imokawa Natsumi walking towards him. He wanted to say hello, but the girl's face turned red and she quickened her pace as she passed him.

"So she really didn't send the message last night, did she?"

When I returned to the classroom, Tomatsu Tomoka was sitting in his seat chatting with Mizushima Miya.

Seeing him enter the classroom, the girl hurriedly tried to stand up, but Matsueda Jun waved her off. He picked up the homework on his desk and sat down in Tomatsu Tomoka's seat.

The girls continued chatting, seemingly talking about a clothing brand recently endorsed by a famous actress.

Jun Matsueda was concentrating on studying how to draw the auxiliary lines for the last math problem. When he moved his arm, he felt something foreign and looked at his elbow.

It's a soft sticker stuck on the corner of the desk, probably to prevent people from bumping into it. The owner of the desk is really thoughtful.

He began to observe this relatively unfamiliar table.

In fact, there is not much difference. They are all stationery and textbooks, but they look much more girlish.

The light pink pencil case contained pens of various colors. Jun Matsueda had seen Tomoyuka's notes, which had colorful symbols and handwriting on them.

A silver folder is placed in the small bookshelf in the upper left corner of the table. There is a cartoon rabbit sticker on the side. It should contain test papers and various materials.

There is a hook on the side of the desk, where the girl's bag for going to and from school is hung, with a saxophone-patterned pendant on it.

Jun Matsueda didn't read any further because he caught a glimpse of his own photo at the drawer entrance.

It was actually taken recently, showing him and Tomatsu Tomoka selling bread together in the window during the Cultural Festival. A string of small pink hearts were drawn next to his face.

"Matsueda-kun, we're done talking."

Tomatsu Tomoka stood beside him, looking unusually shy. The girl lifted her hair behind her ear a little awkwardly.

Jun Matsueda returned to his seat. The girl sat down on the chair, stuffed the photos she had just brought today deep into the drawer, and then secretly looked at his fingers twirling the pen.

Tomatsu Tomoka is a hand control. Since she started school, she has liked looking at Matsueda Jun's hands.

She has savored countless times the way her finger joints bent when holding a pen, and the protruding tendons on the back of her hand when her five fingers were spread out.

When I first entered school, there was no class committee member in Class 2, Grade 1. The head teacher, Shoko Kominato, immediately chose Jun Matsueda as the temporary class monitor. He often conveyed various notices alone on the podium.

At times like these, Tomatsu Tomoka could freely admire Matsueda Jun's hands, as he would say "one, two, three" while pointing to the numbers with his fingers when reading out the announcement.

Looking at Jun Matsueda's raised fingers one by one, she felt a faint desire for the first time, and also realized for the first time that she was a hand control.

Of course, she was obsessed with everything about Matsueda Jun. The only thing she didn't like was his expression of disgust, which would break the girl's heart even if it wasn't directed at her.

"Matsueda-san." Tomatsu Tomoka leaned slightly toward him. "Didn't the midterm exam just end a couple of days ago? We're all planning to have a meal together this Saturday afternoon to relax. Are you planning to come?"

Matsueda Jun put down his pen, and the girl's eyes moved. "I might have to go out on Saturday afternoon, so I probably won't be able to go."

"Okay." The girl's smile didn't falter in the slightest. She glanced longingly at Matsueda Jun before turning her gaze to the teacher who was walking into the classroom. The next day at noon, which was Saturday after school, Tomatsu Yuka walked out of the classroom and watched Matsueda Jun walk to the door of Class 4 on the other side of the corridor and walk out of the school gate with a girl.

Mizushima Miya, who was walking next to Tomatsu Tomoka, observed her good friend's expression and found that there seemed to be no change.

"What is your relationship with Songeda now?" This is the question she has been struggling with recently.

"It's because of how hard I've tried." Tomatsu Tomoka no longer looked at the two people's backs as they walked away. The girl has been practicing her emotional skills recently. After all, she can't make any more mistakes.

But apparently, she hadn't practiced enough in this area, because she began to regret it again.

It would have been great if I had found a way to replace the girl who was grouped with Matsueda-san.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and Jun Matsueda and Natsumi Imokawa decided to walk to Kugayama Station. They walked out of the path where the school was located and passed the traffic light at the first intersection.

They walked side by side, and looking at the girl's towering breasts trembling in his peripheral vision, Jun Matsueda suddenly realized that this seemed to be the first time he had gone out alone with a girl since he entered school.

Of course Laiqi Yangshi doesn’t count. She is not a girl. Laiqi Yangshi is Laiqi Yangshi.

Natsumi Imokawa noticed his gaze, turned around and looked at him blankly.

"It's alright, let's keep going."

When the two walked into the platform of the Inokashira Line, the train had just arrived at the station. The girl hurriedly got on the train with her camera, and Matsueda Jun squeezed through the crowd in front to make way for her.

They changed to the JR line at Kichijoji Station, but this time they were not so lucky and stood by the platform waiting for the train.

Jun Matsueda looked at the girl beside him again. She had been silent all the way. Was it because he didn't speak that she wouldn't speak?

Natsumi Imokawa raised her head and blinked as she looked at him. The girl had bright eyes under her slightly long bangs, and the corners of her eyes drooped slightly, making her look as innocent as a little animal.

It is these eyes that observe this bizarre world through the lens of the camera.

People on the platform looked at the boys and girls performing the pantomime with curiosity.

Their gazes became a more direct contact than physical contact. The souls of both parties emerged from their pupils, and they touched each other cautiously without any lust.

Jun Matsueda stopped this extremely dangerous behavior in time, "I lost."

Natsumi Imokawa didn't understand what he was saying and blinked in confusion.

A sense of guilt for kidnapping a child suddenly arose in Jun Matsueda's heart. He turned his head and looked at the platform extending in front of him.

"Yuchuan, when the typhoon hit, I was watching TV at home, and there was a host who looked very similar to you." He suddenly remembered this when he was picturing the girl's eyes in his mind.

"Imokawa Reimi? That's my mother." The girl admitted directly.

"So your father is really a director?" Matsueda Jun was a little curious.

Natsumi Imokawa nodded. She hesitated for a moment, looked left and right like a deer, and put her mouth close to his ear.

The sound of a train entering the station came roaring.

“He’s an action film director.”

The girl's breath was moist, hot and sweet.

(End of this chapter)