Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 520 Thirty Seconds of Idol and Her Fleeting Moment

Jun Matsue watched as a well-dressed young woman walked into the room.

The girl's gaze swept around the room, first noticing the boy standing in front of the long table, and then locking onto Kurusu Yosei, who was sitting behind the table waving at her.

"Hello~ Please sit here!" Miss Idol pointed to the seat in front of her.

"Yoshi-chan!" The girl looked so happy she almost jumped for joy as she ran to the long table and sat down. "I've finally seen her in person! Am I dreaming?"

“It’s not a dream!” Yosei Kurusu replied with the same energetic tone. “I’m right in front of you!”

"That's great!" The girl wanted to say more, but her manager, who was standing behind the long table, spoke up.

"Fifteen seconds left."

"Ah!" She quickly took the unopened album from her shoulder bag and hurriedly tore open the packaging.

"Could you please sign this for me, Yosei-chan? Just write 'Runa,' my name is Runa!"

"No problem! Runa-chan, right?"

Yosei Kurusu took out a marker and wrote "To Runa" at the top of the album, then wrote "Haruyo" in a flamboyant style at the bottom—with a cross star in the upper right corner of the "o".

"Thank you!!!" The girl named Runa nodded vigorously. She glanced at her manager standing not far away; it was almost time.

"Can I have one last hug?" She stretched out her arms and got up to approach Kurusu Yosei, but was blocked by a strong arm blocking her way.

“No contact.” Jun Matsue, standing next to her, said crisply and decisively, his voice through his mask sounding somewhat cold.

"Okay..." The girl nodded regretfully, then clenched her fist to cheer on her idol.

"I first noticed Yosei-chan from 'Idol Birth,' and I also went to see her on the previous tour twice. Your stage presence is absolutely top-notch among the new generation of idols!"

"Yoshi-chan once said she wanted to be a shining star, right? We'll all be there to cheer you on! Keep going!"

"Thank you so much!" Kurusu Yosei waved energetically again, watching the girl walk out of the room, turning back to look at her every few steps.

The staff member guarding the door closed the door. Lai Xiyang let out a breath, leaned on the table, and winked at the boy standing in front of her.

"Another one done!"

Jun Matsue nodded, leaned against the table next to the girl, and waited for the next person to enter.

However, after about ten seconds, the large white door in the distance remained closed. The boy and girl turned in unison to look at their manager standing behind them; the woman took out her phone.

"The next fan seems to be a foreigner. The name on their passport is different from the name of the account that was selected. We are checking it now."

"Then you can rest a little longer, right?" Kurusu Yosei looked up, took out the milk he hadn't finished for breakfast from the drawer under the table, and gulped down a big mouthful.

Jun Matsue moved the chair that had been leaning askew in front of the long table back to its original position, then looked up and scanned the room—

A long table divides the space into two parts. A girl sits in the center, her agent, who also works as a translator, stands behind her, and he stands guard in front of the table. That's all there is in the room.

"I thought autograph sessions would be a very intimate and close-up experience," the boy remarked, recalling the underground idols he had encountered while working part-time at a performance venue.

It's 10 a.m. now, and Yosuke Kurosaki's autograph session has been going on for half an hour. Jun Matsueda, who was originally on high alert, has already relaxed.

He hadn't seen the crowd queuing outside yet, but the scene inside the room was indeed not large. Each fan entered according to their number and had thirty seconds to talk to Yosuke Kurusu and get their album signed.

"There's nothing I can do about it." The girl wiped the milk stains from her lips, then picked up the mirror on the table to touch up her lipstick.

"Idols are destined to be high above, and if they get too close to their fans, it will only create a lot of problems."

"The security checks and the rules against taking photos, recording audio, and physical contact are all for a reason," the agent said, putting down her phone.

"If we are not careful, there is even a possibility of life-threatening danger."

"Being an idol is just glamorous on the surface." Jun Matsueda turned his head and looked at the row of markers next to the girl. "How many people are you going to sign autographs for today?"

"Four hundred or five hundred? I don't remember." Kurusu Yosei rested her chin on her slender index finger, her golden star-shaped nail polish shimmering.

“Five hundred people,” the agent answered for him. “The schedule is from 9:30 a.m. to 11:30 a.m. and from 2 p.m. to 5 p.m..”

Should he face five hundred people with full energy and radiance...? He looked at the girl who was gently pursing her lips; she was still admiring the shine of her lip gloss in the mirror.

"Idols are truly amazing," he exclaimed.

"It's good that Matsugi knows." Yosei Kurusu nodded proudly.

"Just stay right next to me and see for yourself just how amazing I really am~"

An hour and a half later, Jun Matsue left the hall’s underground passage in a car, with a girl wearing a hat and sunglasses beside him.

"I feel tired—" Kurusu Yosei exclaimed, stretching and revealing her fair and smooth abdomen beneath her pulled-up coat.

The girl had already put on her coat, and the boy had changed back into his casual clothes. The manager was planning to take them out for lunch.

"Looks like Miss Kurusu isn't all that great after all." The boy glanced at her.

"I didn't expect it to be this tiring..." Yosei Kurusu pressed his cheek against the car window, watching the flow of people on the roadside.

"I have to greet everyone who comes in with a smile, chat with them to make them happy, and also sign autographs..." She yawned.

"Although it doesn't take as much physical effort as a concert, it takes more mental effort."

"That's why I told you before, there's no need to have 500 people for the first autograph session." The woman in the driver's seat looked at the girl in the rearview mirror.

Jun Matsue picked up the green tea from beside the girl's lap and handed it to her. "Besides, I noticed that you greet everyone who comes in with a particularly energetic smile. Is it really necessary to be so proactive in your business?"

A person's mental state can be actively adjusted. If you always keep your emotions and state at a high level, you will naturally feel tired soon.

“That won’t do!” Kurusu Yosei shook his head firmly. “Everyone came with high expectations, and I don’t want to let them down.”

"What I want to be is like the sun—in people's eyes, the sun never dims its light!"

As the girl said this, Jun Matsue was looking into her eyes.

In the blink of an eye, as if the sun and moon had turned, the light in Kurusu Yosei's eyes shone brightly again. Her thick eyelashes caught the overflowing light flakes, captivating the boy's attention.

"But I'm not really the sun, so I still need to replenish my energy~"

And so, Yosuke Kuraki transformed back into the carefree girl who shared an apartment with him, smiling as she reached out and put her hand on the boy's shoulder.

"What would you like to eat for lunch, Knight? It's on me."

Forty minutes later, Jun Matsueda sat in a private room at the restaurant, watching the girl enjoy ice cream as dessert.

"You said you needed to replenish your energy, but you ate less than you usually do at home."

"Don't eat too much when you eat out!" Yosei Kurusu waved the silver spoon in his hand and said in a teacher-like tone.

"If I have work to do later, I usually eat until I'm about 60-70% full. Eating too much will affect my performance." The young man said thoughtfully, "No wonder I'm naturally incompatible with the entertainment industry."

The girl squinted her eyes, her smile, with the spoon in her mouth, resembled that of a cheerful golden retriever. She ate the last bite of vanilla ice cream and let out a satisfied sigh.

"When you're tired, you have to eat dessert!"

Yosuke Kurusu wiped the food stains from the corner of her mouth with a wet wipe. This time, she didn't touch up her makeup immediately, but instead looked at the boy sitting next to her.

What time is it now?

Jun Matsueda glanced at his phone. "12:20."

"The autograph session doesn't start until an hour and a half later," the girl thought, looking up. "How about we go to the Shibuya Tower store to check out my new album?"

"Aren't you going back to the venue?" The boy was a little surprised.

"It's too early!" Kurusu Yosei pouted. "Why go back now? Are we going to sleep in together?"

Jun Matsuoka remained silent. His manager, who had just hung up the phone, entered the room. "Are you going to the tower?"

"Is everything alright?" The girl blinked, as if her question was as simple as going back to the company.

The woman frowned. "There must be a lot of your fans over there. You still dare to drag Matsueda-kun along?"

"It is indeed a bit dangerous!" Yosuke Kurusu nodded.

However, she didn't seem to have changed her mind at all; she just stared intently at her agent.

So the woman could only sigh; she had never been able to do anything about her idol.

"It would be too conspicuous for me to go with you, so you must disguise yourself well. Don't forget your hat, mask, and sunglasses. If any fans recognize you, don't admit it; just ignore them and leave."

"Don't worry, it's not like this is my first time doing this," the girl said with a smile. "If the fans find out, just have Songzhi carry me and run away. He's very strong."

“Wouldn’t that be even worse?” Jun Matsueda couldn’t help but interject.

"You just need to keep that in mind," the agent added as a final reminder. "Don't let any negative news break out when you're about to become famous."

"Understood!" Lai Qiyang nodded seriously. "I'll begin my disguise now!"

The girl put her coat back on, took out a mirror from her bag, looked at herself, and thought for a while.

"Pine branch, please braid my hair into two pigtails."

"I've never had this hairstyle before, so my fans probably won't recognize me."

She moved a chair and sat down in front of the boy. Jun Matsue stared at her long hair draped behind her back for a while.

"Hurry up!" the girl shrugged.

Jun Matsue gently lifted her hair, first dividing it into two sections, then further dividing it into three sections in his hand, and twisting them together into a braid.

The girl's hair was smoother than he had imagined; it had grown quite a bit from the four-month tour. The boy continued to braid her hair while watching her back.

Yosuke Kurusu sat quietly in front of him, his black hair flowing freely, looking exceptionally docile. After experiencing the thirty seconds each person had at the morning's book signing, Jun Matsueda realized that this moment was even more precious than he had imagined.

His movements became even gentler, and after the boy finished braiding one side of his hair, Yosuke Kurusu suddenly realized a problem.

"Why would pine branches be used to braid hair?!"

Jun Matsue's hands kept moving. "When Aya was little, she was clumsy. I was the one who braided her hair."

"I thought you were going to say that you wrote it for your ex-girlfriend's classmate..." The girl breathed a sigh of relief, but soon remembered something else.

Are you and Yuuka-chan still just pretending to be a couple?

"Yeah, but it'll be over soon."

"Almost done?" Kurusu Yosei turned around. The boy had already finished braiding his double braids. "Can you guys act a little longer?"

"..." Matsueda Jun never expected her to react like this.

"Because I'm not ready yet," the girl said matter-of-factly.

"Ideally, you two would announce your breakup just when my popularity is at its peak, so that the transition can be seamless and there will be no surprises."

"Are you taking care of your boyfriend while he's in charge?" the boy said helplessly.

"Wouldn't that be better? She could talk a little longer~"

Yosei Kurusu smiled slyly. She stood up, examined her hair in the mirror, and fiddled with the ends of her hair a couple of times.

"It's woven quite sturdily, but the craftsmanship is a bit rough, so-so."

Jun Matsuoka examined his masterpiece; some unruly fine hairs peeked out from the two braids, making it look rough and unruly.

"I haven't braided Caijiang's hair since she started junior high school, so it's inevitable that I've become rusty."

"This is actually better." The girl put on a baseball cap, mask, and sunglasses. "With this unkempt hairstyle, my fans definitely won't recognize me!"

The two walked out of the room, and the agent standing in the corridor looked them over and nodded reluctantly.

"This hairstyle is great; it should be hard for him to recognize me now."

"..." Matsueda Jun didn't speak. Kurusu Yosei, who was walking in front, turned around and winked at him triumphantly.

Leaving the restaurant and walking on the streets of Shibuya, the girl took off her sunglasses and put them in her pocket, breathing in the fresh air that smelled of sunshine.

"Is this okay?" the boy asked, walking beside her. "Did your manager say you should wear sunglasses?"

"She doesn't know as much as I do!" Yosei Kurusu waved his hand. "Sunglasses are too conspicuous; they don't provide any concealment at all."

“That seems to make sense.” Jun Matsue nodded.

“Songzhi too!” The girl pointed her right hand at his face. “Take off your mask, otherwise fans who attended the autograph session this morning will easily recognize you!”

The boy obediently took off his mask. Kurusu Yosei stared at him for two seconds, then looked at the two figures reflected in the shop window next to him and nodded in satisfaction.

"That's what makes it feel like a date! What's the point of covering yourself up like that!"

So that's why? Jun Matsue paused, and the girl who was walking forward turned around.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and catch up!"

Looking at Yosei Kurusu's bright and cheerful smile, Jun Matsueda felt as if he were hearing a different sentence altogether.

No matter how far I go, I will always belong to you.

(End of this chapter)