Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 271 Beautiful youths are only fit for the strong.

So, do people really never dream about things they haven't experienced?

Jun Matsue sat on the lawn and asked the girl next to him a question. Natsumi Imokawa was lost in thought, staring blankly at the students in sports uniforms on the track.

The playground was a tender green in early May. Today was the first day of school after the Golden Week holiday. Perhaps considering everyone's sluggish mood, the school specially arranged physical tests. The students who didn't have to attend classes had more energy on their faces.

After the physical test, the two did not return to the classroom. Jun Matsueda, the class monitor, stayed on the playground in case any special circumstances arose among his classmates. Natsumi Imokawa came over after seeing him sitting by the track.

"It should be true," the girl replied after thinking for a moment. "Dreams are a continuation of reality, after all."

Imokawa Natsumi was wearing a short sports uniform, black shorts that hugged her slightly fleshy thighs, and a white fabric stretched taut by her full breasts under her half-zipped jacket. The weather was getting warmer, and the girl's face was flushed. She raised her arm and used a tissue to wipe the sweat from her forehead after exercising.

"That sounds familiar," the boy said, turning to look at her.

"This is...that...in the movie," the girl's voice was a little hoarse. She picked up the bottled water at her feet and took a sip. The act of swallowing made the mountains on her chest tremble, more shocking than an earthquake.

"Isn't it a mistake to look for evidence of reality in something as fantastical as movies?"

Matsueda Jun gazed at the distance of the track, while Sakamuro Ken assisted the teacher with physical tests. As a member of the sports club, he didn't have the chance to rest like the two of them.

"No way!" Natsumi Imokawa's voice became more serious as she leaned closer to Jun Matsueda. "There are many truths in movies, and they don't change just because the person who said them actually exists!"

Matsueda Jun looked at the girl who had crawled up in front of him. Large swaths of her fair skin, which was usually hidden, were now exposed and swaying in front of him. Her body temperature was slightly higher than normal, and Matsueda Jun could almost feel the gap between them being gradually filled by the heat of the girl's body.

A sharp whistle suddenly rang out, and a row of girls ran past the two of them, rushing towards the finish line of the fifty-meter race. Imokawa Natsumi seemed to have been brought back to her senses by the sudden commotion and sat back down on the grass.

"Um, I got a little excited, sorry." The girl's face turned even redder, and she took two more sips of water, trying to cool herself down.

"It's just chatting." Jun Matsueda smiled to show that he didn't mind. "Imokawa, you can relax. I won't laugh at you or anything."

"Yes, I know." Imokawa Natsumi nodded firmly. She was just afraid of saying something wrong and lowering her popularity with the boys.

After all, she doesn't have many friends, and Jun Matsueda is the only one willing to listen to her talk about movies and photography, so she has to cherish him.

"Next group—" Sakamuro Ken's deep voice came, reminding the girl not to remain silent any longer. Imokawa Natsumi drew circles on the grass with her fingers, finally thinking of a suitable topic.

How did Songzhi spend the Golden Week holiday?

“Me?” Jun Matsue began to recall, “I went to Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden to see the cherry blossoms on the first day of my vacation.”

He added, "I was going to invite you, but there are quite a few of us, and I was afraid you would feel uncomfortable."

"It's okay, I went with my mom and dad, and I even took pictures of cherry blossom blizzards!" The girl became excited again. She subconsciously wanted to show him the photos with her camera, but when she patted her chest twice with her right hand, there was nothing there except for the trembling of her breasts.

"Ah, I didn't bring my camera for the physical test today." She looked so dejected, as if half of her soul had been removed.

"It's okay, you can send it to me later," Jun Matsue comforted the girl.

“Okay.” Natsumi Imokawa nodded. A gunshot rang out in the distance, and the women’s 800-meter race started.

"Besides cherry blossom viewing, did you do anything else?" The girl clung to her only topic. "Well, I also worked a day."

Matsueda Jun recalled what happened after get off work that day. After having dinner at Mochizuki's house, his aunt had bombarded him with questions about his niece, as if trying to make up for the days he had missed. Mochizuki Haruka, who had been listening in, quickly grew impatient. To prevent her embarrassing past from being exposed any further, the girl promptly arranged for a driver to take him back to his apartment.

Speaking of which, I wonder if the tombstone by the lake is still there. I should have checked it when I visited Wangyue's house before.
"Pine branch, pine branch." The girl gently shook his body. "Your classmates are coming over."

Matsueda Jun looked up and saw the girls from Class 6 of the second year running on the track. They were about to finish the first lap of the 800 meters, and most of the girls were panting heavily.

Tomatsu Yuka, wearing a sports uniform, was at the back of the team. The girl was wearing short sleeves and shorts, and her slender and well-proportioned limbs were beautiful in a standard way, but she lacked a sense of strength.

Wearing the same sports uniform, Mochizuki Haruka followed closely behind Tomatsu Yuka, but the girl looked much more relaxed. She noticed Matsueda Jun standing not far away and smiled and waved to him.

When the girls ran up to Jun Matsueda, Yuka Tomatsu finally noticed the boy standing by the track. She gave him a gentle smile with some difficulty, and Jun Matsueda nodded to her.

"One more lap, hang in there!"

"Mmm—" The girl's drawn-out, weak voice sounded tired, making one want to protect her.

Tomatsu Yuka ran over, but Mochizuki Haruka stopped in front of Matsueda Jun, staring at him with displeasure.

"Good luck with your physical fitness test too, Mochizuki. You should take it more seriously."

As soon as the boy finished speaking, the girl rushed out even faster. When she passed Tomatsu Yuka, she slowed down and said a few words before running towards the front of the line. The short-haired girl's back looked even more powerless.

“This guy,” Jun Matsue sighed, then sat back down on the lawn. “Cherry blossom viewing, work, and finally, accompanying Aya-chan to buy musical instruments—that’s how Golden Week ended.”

After the girls had run far away, Natsumi Imokawa, who had been burying her head in the sand like an ostrich, finally spoke up, "Buying musical instruments?"

"She joined the light music club, wanting to be a guitarist and vocalist."

Aya Miyamura's original words were, "Everyone else has a musical instrument, but I don't. Isn't that strange?"

"Guitar and vocals," Natsumi Imokawa repeated, "sounds really cool!"

"Their band isn't even all members yet. If you're interested, you can go and film it when they have their official performance. Many bands make documentaries or music videos."

The girl's eyes lit up noticeably, and she quickly put Matsueda Jun's boring Golden Week behind her and asked about the band.

It wasn't until the girls finished the 800-meter race and left the track, passing by the two on the lawn, that Natsumi Imokawa realized she should leave, but it was too late.

Mochizuki Haruka walked up to Matsueda Jun. Behind her was Tomatsu Tomoka, who was panting heavily, and in front of her was Imokawa Natsumi, who was hugging her knees and dared not look up.

She spoke with great confidence, asserting her dominance.

"Songzhi, you promised to tutor me when I go back to school, don't forget that."

The girl, having laid down her heavy burdens, stepped onto the battlefield of Haneoka High School with an unwavering determination to win.

(End of this chapter)