Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 322 Kurusu Yosei is Too Sensitive
Jun Matsueda recently noticed that his roommate was looking at his phone more often.

"Have you been doing intensive self-searching these past few days?" He asked, carrying a water glass as he walked from the kitchen to the girl sitting on the sofa.

“Yeah.” Yosuke Kurusu looked up. “The previous episode of ‘Masked’ aired, and these past few days have been the time when it’s been the most discussed online.”

Her throat bobbed. "Please get me a glass of water, Pine Branch! I'm so thirsty!"

Jun Matsuoka had no choice but to put his water glass on the coffee table and go into the kitchen.

"Where's your water bottle?" he asked, sticking his head out.

"It's in the room, just go in and get it~"

Yosei Kurusu changed his position, lying back on the sofa, holding his phone in both hands, and stretching his legs into the air, as if he were riding a bicycle.

The girl was only wearing black shorts, which, from Jun Matsueda's perspective, appeared as two bare, bright long legs swinging back and forth.

Even while playing on his phone, he doesn't forget to exercise. Is this the quality of a teenage idol? He stopped looking at the sofa, turned around, and pushed open the girl's bedroom door.

The air conditioner wasn't on in the bedroom. The outdoor breeze, carrying a hint of summer heat, blew through the screen window. Jun Matsue didn't glance at the personal clothes lying on the bed and walked to the table by the window.

In Matsueda Jun's bedroom, the desk had been transformed into a dressing table by Kurusu Yosei. He reached over a pile of bottles and jars with his right hand and found the water glass placed next to the dressing mirror.

They left the room, closed the bedroom door behind them, and shut all the doors connecting to the living room to save electricity for the air conditioner.

What would you like to drink? Milk, barley tea, or water?

"Barley tea!" The girl on the sofa changed her position again.

Jun Matsue placed a full glass of cold barley tea in front of Yosei Kurusu. She always liked to fill the glass to the brim, whether it was beer, barley tea, or milk.

"So what are people saying? There must be quite a few criticisms, right?"

"Of course there is~" The girl sat up from the sofa, leaned down, touched her lips to the water glass, and took a sip of barley tea.

"They say idols these days make money so easily~ all they have to do is sing songs and stuff like that~"

"Why don't they say that singers make money easily? I have to sing and dance! How is that easy!"

Yosei Kuryu took another sip of barley tea in anger, looking like a gourmand at an izakaya drinking alcohol.

However, middle-aged men who frequent izakayas wouldn't have such a graceful figure as her. The girl's loose short-sleeved shirt drooped down because of her bent-over posture, and you could see her full and flat, firm abdomen wrapped in her bra through the neckline.

Jun Matsue picked up the barley tea on the table, and the girl also raised her upper body. Now, there was no more glimpse of spring in his field of vision.

"Are you wearing the wrong clothes?" Jun Matsueda looked her up and down in her white T-shirt. "Is this mine?"

“Didn’t Matsue say last time that this shirt was a bit small and she wasn’t planning on wearing it?” Kurusu Yosei took the cup from his hand. “I’ll just use it as loungewear.”

After thinking it over, Jun Matsue realized that such a frugal girl didn't seem to have any problems.

"But!" Yosuke Kurusu brought up the topic of public opinion surrounding the show again, "Generally speaking, if one person criticizes you, ten people will like you."

It sounds a bit like a theory about cockroaches.

"So quite a few people still spoke up for me—lyricists and composers, industry employees, they all said I had a great attitude~"

"And the topic of dreams gets a lot of discussion! I'm very satisfied!"

Jun Matsue checked his phone and saw that the topic "This generation has no dreams" was still trending. Clicking on it revealed a video clip of the girl speaking on a TV show.

"You're famous now?" he asked succinctly.

"I should say that this part of the show that made Yosuke Iru go viral." The girl corrected his question. "Now we need to figure out how to turn these casual viewers who like me into my fans." "Seize this opportunity to increase performances, or go on some music shows. The company will probably arrange it like that next."

"Looks like things are going to get busy again." Jun Matsueda didn't put down his phone because his senior had sent him a message.

"That's how idols are, they're busy for a while and then busy for a while," Yosei Kurusu said with a grin. "But I'll still go see Matsueda's performance!"

The boy felt inexplicably guilty because he had already performed once and hadn't revealed a single detail to the girl.

“Then we can’t slack off on rehearsals.” Jun Matsueda walked toward the bedroom.

"Wait!" the girl called out to him. "Has Songzhi been acting a little strange lately?"

Recently, Yosuke Lai noticed that his roommate has been looking at his phone more often.

"You've been looking at your phone more often, just now too! You never used to look at your phone when you talked to me!"

Uh, that's because I had to reply to the message my senior sent.

"And they always go into the bedroom, which means we have to turn on the bedroom air conditioner. What happened to saving electricity?"

I can't exactly connect with my senior online from the living room and study with her, can I?
"Tell me! What have you been up to lately!" The girl jumped up from the sofa and walked barefoot to Jun Matsueda.

Jun Matsue calmly raised his water glass, taking the opportunity to quickly think of how to explain things to his roommate while he drank.

After the cold liquid slid down his throat, he found an excuse.

“Actually,” the boy said in a slightly ambiguous tone, “it’s because you dress too lightly at home.”

The girl lowered her head, looking at her loose T-shirt and shorts that couldn't cover her thighs, then looked up at Jun Matsueda with an innocent expression.

"You mean, you're looking at your phone and running around the bedroom because I'm not dressed warmly enough?"

“The main problem is that too much of the body is exposed.” Jun Matsue took a step back into the bedroom and grabbed the doorknob.

"Please cover yourself up a bit more. If you keep walking around in front of me like this, I have no choice but to avoid suspicion."

After closing the bedroom door, Jun Matsueda sat at his desk and turned on the air conditioner remote.

"Perhaps I really am a genius."

Yosei Kurusu stood in front of the boy's bedroom for a few seconds, then reached behind her back with her right hand and rolled up the hem of her clothes.

The girl lowered her head, looking at the fabric clinging to her body, which revealed her curvaceous figure.

"So even pine branches can be tempted, huh?"

After finishing her evening study session, Yamami Maki looked at the "voice call in progress" message on her phone screen. She had finished her homework relatively quickly and still had time to chat.

The girl coughed lightly twice. "This semester is almost over. What are your plans for summer vacation, Pine-e-san?"

"Tutoring my senior to become a student at the University of Tokyo?" Jun Matsueda's voice, tinged with amusement, came through the girl's earphones.

Yamami Maki laughed, "That's not what I meant. It's something that Matsueda-san wanted to do herself."

"Hmm," the boy thought for a moment, "Let's go back to the orphanage first?"

I've found someone I like, and this is such an important thing, I have to tell Grandma Dean about it.

(End of this chapter)