Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 135 In the distance, there lies the shadow of a fork in the road.
"Your foot seems to be almost healed?"

While applying the medicine before going to bed, Jun Matsueda observed the soles of Haruka Mochizuki's feet.

The scabs had begun to fall off in some places, revealing the pale pink color of the new flesh. The girl's toes curled up shyly.

"It doesn't look like it will leave any noticeable scars. The medicine is working well. I should be able to run around in a couple of days without any problems."

The girl didn't respond to his hint, but just nodded and looked at the golden cat lying on the desk.

That was her golden branch, which the maid brought from the villa two days ago.

"By the way, how have you been taking a bath lately?" Jun Matsueda suddenly thought of this question. He had never participated in the girl's cleaning work.

"The head maid washed me." Mochizuki Haruka's face was a little red; even though she had become a cripple, she still felt a little embarrassed.

The maid will wash her body in the bathtub while carefully inquiring about her menstrual cycle and hygiene.

"Jinzhi, come and sleep with me!" Lai Qi Yangshi's willful voice sounded outside the bedroom. The golden little female cat called lazily, jumped from the desk to the bed, and rushed out the door.

Kurusu Yoshi has a good relationship with Mochizuki Haruka's cat, but his relationship with its owner is still not very good.

A few days ago, with the intention of making the child happy and making some money at the same time, she carefully cooked several big meals, all of which were the foods that Mochizuki Haruka liked to eat that she had heard from the maid.

However, the eldest daughter of the Mochizuki family did not appreciate it very much, and even acted as if she could not swallow it, and needed Matsueda Jun to feed her before she could eat it.

Kurusu Yoshi was so angry that he didn't cook for two days, and then completely gave up the idea of ​​helping Matsueda Jun take care of the children.

Turning off the bedroom light and lying down on the hard quilt in the dark, Jun Matsueda looked at the pitch-black ceiling.

During this time, he had figured out the habits of the girl in bed - she would eat by herself when she was in a good mood or in a normal mood, and she would feel safe and sleep more soundly when she was next to him.

If he is in a bad mood, he will be more troublesome. He will not speak, eat or sleep. He will only eat a little when Jun Matsueda half coaxes and half forces him. He has a strong desire to be touched and needs a bedtime story to fall asleep.

"Why has there been banging next door recently?"

He asked Mochizuki Haruka one last question before going to bed, and the girl only answered with four words.

"House renovation."

After waking up the next day, Jun Matsueda went to the bathroom to change into his school uniform. After he finished washing up, he brought breakfast to Haruka Mochizuki's bedside.

"Are you awake every morning when I get up?" After discovering this, he never changed his clothes in the bedroom.

Jun Matsueda covered the girl with the quilt that was lifted aside. Her eyelashes trembled slightly in the dim light coming through the curtains.

Only after the bedroom door was closed again did Mochizuki Yao open her eyes. Of course, it was impossible for her to sleep until noon.

After all, for those who are suffering, even a good night's sleep can be considered a blessing.

The reason why the girl pretended to be asleep was very simple. She just didn't want to be awake and see Jun Matsueda leave.

Mochizuki Yao would rather tell herself that she was dreaming.

Walking past the closed door of 506, there was no knocking sound yet. In the quiet morning, the only sounds were the rustling of leaves and tires rolling across the road.

There were also crows that woke up earlier than Jun Matsueda, sitting on the railing across the street, staring at the garbage in his hand.

"Hey, I don't have anything you can eat here." Jun Matsueda shook the garbage bag in his hand. Today is Tuesday, the day to throw away paper garbage.

I don’t know if it realized that there was no food, or that the human in front of it was not someone to be trifled with, but the crow flapped its wings and flew away.

Pushing my bicycle into the school, the girls entered the school gate very quickly today. Maybe they were a little cold. The weather forecast said that the lowest temperature today would be nine degrees, the first time it would drop to single digits.

There weren't many people in the classroom. When the weather got cold, everyone became lazy. Matsueda Jun had already seen the scene of a group of people entering the classroom at the sound of the bell in winter.

Of course, Tomatsu Tomoka was already sitting in her seat. The girl had changed into black calf socks today. The vertical stripes of the cotton socks undulated along her calves, where the muscles were not obvious, making people unconsciously imagine the feel of cotton and the elastic body temperature wrapped in black.

"Good morning, Matsueda~" Tomatsu Tomoka greeted with a smile, and the gold-rimmed school badge on her calf socks shook.

"Good morning." Jun Matsueda hung his bag on the handle on the side of the desk and took out his textbooks from the drawer. You can tell how heavy a student's academic burden is just by looking at their drawer.

The drawers of Chinese school desks are tall and deep, and can easily hold more than ten or twenty daily exercise books. In some areas, the desks are even divided into two layers.

Neon's desk drawer is very flat, and there is not much height left after putting a Xinhua Dictionary in it.

There are a few golden-haired girls from Lighthouse among the freshmen this year. They transferred here because they longed for the high school life here. I heard that the desks in their school have no drawers at all.

Jun Matsueda thinks that if he studies education in the future, his graduation thesis might be about the relationship between desks and educational culture in different countries.

Fifteen minutes before the first class, the homeroom teacher, Xiao Minato Shengzi, appeared at the front door of the classroom. She was wearing a teacher's suit and looked cute with a bit of pretending to be serious.

"Matsueda and Tomoka, come to my office."

The two followed her through the corridor. In the classroom, the hot girls were still gathered together, but there was one person missing in the center of the crowd.

Entering the office, Xiaominato Shengzi patted a stack of white forms on the table and said, "This is the career prospective survey form. Please distribute it later and collect it and give it to me before Thursday. The three-way interview will be held on Friday."

When talking about the three-party talks, Tomatsu Tomoka glanced at Matsueda Jun.

"I thought this had to be filled in when I was a third-year student." His expression was very natural.

"Friday's three-way interview will discuss subject selection and further education guidance with you and your parents. The career survey is still very necessary. It's a tradition for Yuqiu to have everyone fill it out every year."

"Also, the school plans to schedule a field trip for first-year students in December. Here are a few possible destinations and itineraries. Please distribute them as well. Collect everyone's interest before this Saturday."

Jun Matsueda held the pile of school trip brochures in his arms and left the questionnaire next to it for Tomatsu Tomoka.

"How have you been doing at school lately, Tomoka? Are you feeling normal?" Kominato Shoko asked finally.

The girl smiled and nodded. "It doesn't matter. I think it's fine now."

Tomatsu Tomoka took some of the instruction booklet, trying to share some of the burden, and the two of them walked through the corridor again.

"After the third semester is over, everyone will start choosing their subjects."

There were more and more people running around in the corridor carrying bags. They walked near the windows, and the dry and cold air from outside seeped in through the cracks in the windows.

"Teacher Kominato didn't mention it, but the classes will probably be re-divided by then." Jun Matsueda had already researched these things before enrolling.

"Ms. Matsueda, have you decided on your major?" The girl tucked her hair.

"I should choose liberal arts." Jun Matsueda did not hesitate. Only liberal arts can fully utilize his advantages.

"It doesn't seem surprising." Tomatsu Tomoka smiled.

"If we're split up into different classes, I might have to say goodbye to everyone I'm familiar with. When I think about that, my anticipation for the school trip has vanished."

"Sooner or later there will be a day when we will all graduate."

The two stopped talking, passed by the students who were rushing into the classroom, and returned to the classroom as the bell rang.

Tomatsu Tomoka looked at the career survey form in the drawer. To her, studying liberal arts or science made no difference.

In fact, even if you choose liberal arts, you may not be assigned to the same class with him.

But, for the next two years, I can still see his profile when I look up, and I can still sit in his seat and talk to others.

I can also dress myself up carefully before going out every day with the expectation of being discovered by him.

The girl must hold on to this little possibility.

She didn't want to be just a small piece of the memory of high school that Jun Matsueda recalled.

(End of this chapter)