Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 147: First Night

"If possible, can you trade with me too?"

The girl asked him this on the TV tower.

Matsueda Jun thought carefully for a while and concluded, "You can't."

"Because you're not rich enough."

Tomatsu Tomoka looked a little surprised, and Matsueda Jun continued.

"If I work as her nanny for a while, the welfare home will have better education and medical care."

"And you can also enjoy the various hidden services of the Mochizuki family. You don't even have to do the cleaning at home yourself."

"It may not be nice to say this, but Tomatsu-kun, money can indeed solve a lot of problems."

The girl showed an unwilling expression, but the financial gap between her and Mochizuki Haruka could not be easily bridged by sincere feelings.

"That's so unfair," Tomatsu Yuka whispered. The girl had no idea that if Mochizuki Haruka had heard her, she would have traded with her without hesitation.

After all, her family members are all alive and well, and reunion is only a matter of time.

"It's time to go back. The journey will take more than 40 minutes. Mr. Hirouchi said we have to be back to the hotel before 9:30." Jun Matsueda pressed the elevator button.

On the subway on the way back, the jealousy in Tomatsu Yuka's heart began to slowly dissipate.

Mochizuki Haruka's method is just a shortcut after all. Tomatsu Tomoka has already experienced the consequences of taking shortcuts.

As she walked out of Shin-Sapporo Station, she looked at the melting snow around the tire tracks and looked forward to Mochizuki Haruka's ending.

At 9:30 in the evening, after seeing off the two teachers who were taking roll call, Jun Matsueda walked to the vending machine in the hall.

"Matsueda!" Natsumi Imokawa's surprised voice sounded at the corner of the corridor.

The girl trotted over to him. She was wearing a furry pajama jacket with a penguin pattern on the hood.

"Are you here to buy milk too?" She looked at the half-drunk can of milk in the boy's hand.

Matsueda Jun nodded. "Drinking milk before bed is a habit I've developed recently."

Lai Qi Yang Shi often bought expired milk from the supermarket, which led him to develop this habit.

Imokawa Natsumi showed an expression of approval, "My mom also told me to drink more milk. She said it's very helpful for my body's development."

The girl's chest, which should not be underestimated, proves how correct her mother's education was.

She walked up to the yellow vending machine, looked at the dazzling array of bottles and jars, and hesitated, "There are so many kinds."

The girl came to her senses and looked at Matsueda Jun for help. He glanced at the shelves in the vending machine.

"When you come to Hokkaido, you have to try some of the regional drinks, right?"

She nodded and pressed the banana milk that said "Hokkaido Limited".

"It's hot." The girl unscrewed the yellow bottle cap and drank two sips with heroic spirit.

"It's sweet and warm, and feels so comfortable." She picked up the camera on her chest and took a picture of the milk with satisfaction.

"You really never leave your camera behind." Jun Matsueda drank the last sip of milk in the glass bottle and threw the bottle into the trash can.

“Because wherever you go, there are always things worth photographing.”

Natsumi Imokawa walked up to Jun Matsueda and showed him the photos taken along the way.

The clouds above the airplane, the heavy snow at New Chitose Airport, the cat's plum blossom prints on the snowdrifts by the roadside, and the soup curry under the yellow lights.
"This doesn't look like a dog?" Jun Matsueda pointed to a street scene photo, in which there was an orange-yellow figure on the roadside not far away.

"It's a fox!" The girl nodded excitedly, "A wild fox!"

"I wanted to get closer to take another picture, but it ran away."

"He's gotten so fat." Jun Matsueda almost didn't recognize him.

"Maybe it's for the winter." Natsumi Imokawa chuckled twice. Every time she encountered something new, she would become like this silly look.

"Natsumi!" Her best friend Yumi Seshita stood at the corridor and leaned out to call her.

The girl left reluctantly, "Don't forget about the free time, Songzhi."

The black and white penguin hat behind Natsumi Imokawa disappeared around the corner.

At this time, Sakamuro Ken and the others should be playing games with other boys in the room, and Matsueda Jun waited at the door of the hall for a while.

The streets outside were nearly deserted, with only streetlights illuminating the snow and the occasional pedestrian passing by. Ten o'clock at night in Sapporo was quieter than four in the morning in Tokyo. "It's Japan's fifth most populous city, after all," he thought, recalling the knowledge he'd memorized for a geography competition, before turning and heading up the stairs.

Pushing open the door of the top floor room, the girl sitting on the bed turned around and looked at him.

Jun Matsueda took a look around. Unlike the square space downstairs that could only be used for sleeping, Mochizuki Haruka's room was no different from an apartment. It had a private bathroom, a balcony and a study. The big bed looked very soft.

"The maid is next door?"

The girl nodded, patted the quilt beside the bed, and motioned for Matsueda Jun to sit down.

"It must be boring to stay in the room, right?" There was a TV in the room, but he didn't think the girl would turn it on.

“I’ve been looking at the scenery.”

“Is Sapporo really that beautiful?”

Mochizuki Haruka shook her head. "Everyone I looked out the window just now looked like you."

The boy holding the umbrella looks like you, the girl riding the bike looks like you, even the crows on the roof and the snow piles on the street look like you.

The scenery outside the window looks like you, and there is no reason for it, it’s just because he is the only one in the girl’s mind.

"It's time to go to bed." Jun Matsueda seemed to have heard nothing.

"I want to listen to fairy tales." Mochizuki Haruka crawled into the quilt and said aggrievedly that today was too tiring for her.

Jun Matsueda nodded, turned off the lights and drew the curtains, plunging the room into darkness.

"On the planet where the Little Prince lived, there grew many simple, single-petaled flowers. These flowers were very small, taking up no space and causing no disturbance. They bloomed in the morning and faded in the evening on the grass."

"Seeing a very large bud growing from this seedling, the little prince felt that a miracle would surely emerge from this bud."

"Yet this flower still dresses up carefully in her green house. She carefully chooses the colors and adjusts the angles of the petals one by one. She doesn't want to be wrinkled like a poppy when it emerges. She wants to come into the world with a dazzling appearance."

"On a sunny morning, she suddenly took off her veil and bloomed quietly."

"She's spent so much time and effort dressing up, and now she's yawning."

"Uh-huh. I'm still not fully awake, my petals are still all messed up."

"I think it's time for breakfast now. Could you please bring me some water?"

Wangyue Yao curled up in the quilt, listening to how the little prince watered the rose according to her request and how he prepared a glass cover for her to block the wind.

The girl suddenly felt a little uneasy as she thought about what Tomatsu Tomoka said in the restaurant.

"Stop reading." This was the first time she took the initiative to stop the story, and Matsueda Jun's voice disappeared into the darkness.

"Pine branches?"

"what happened?"

"Shall we skip the Rose story?"

"it is good."

Although she only heard his submissive answers, Mochizuki Haruka still felt uneasy.

"Matsue, I'm not like that," the girl stammered, "I didn't mean to take advantage of you."

Mochizuki Haruka was unable to speak and began to choke up.

"real."

"I know." Matsueda Jun's voice sounded in the darkness. Mochizuki Haruka tried hard to open her eyes but couldn't see his expression.

"There's no need to be uneasy. There's nothing shameful about taking advantage of others. In the final analysis, I'm just using you. You need me, and I need money. It's that simple."

No, Mochizuki wanted to say that, but she couldn't open her mouth because that was the fact.

She felt something was wrong. The room was silent in the darkness, and Matsueda Jun listened to the girl's dazed breathing.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go back." He opened the door of the room, light leaked in, and then quickly closed it.

She lay in bed, listening to the footsteps outside the door fading away.

What went wrong?
In a dream all night long, Mochizuki Yao questioned the pain in her chest.

(End of this chapter)