Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 570 Two Sides of the Story
The next morning, Mochizuki Haruka stood in the apartment corridor, took out her own key to open the door of room 507, and quietly entered the room.

The girl had her hair in a bun today, her long, dark hair turned into a round, full bunch at the back of her head. She was wearing an especially oversized white T-shirt, the long hem of which covered the upper part of her thighs, making it impossible to see that she was wearing pants.

Beneath her innocent and cute appearance lies a unique allure; this is the cunning of a fashion-savvy young woman.

Bare, fair feet touched the floor like soft cat paws, causing no ripples in the dimly lit living room. Mochizuki, supporting herself on the back of the sofa, made her way towards the hallway connecting the bedroom and bathroom.

Both bedroom doors were tightly closed. The girl stood in front of the innermost door and quietly turned the handle.

She came to wake up Jun Matsue—although it was impossible for Matsue to accidentally get into a fight, it wouldn't hurt to give him a little excitement since he was an early riser.

However, Mochizuki Haruka was disappointed to find that there was no boy on the bed, and the blankets were cold; she had missed her target.

An ominous thought and some chilling images flashed through her mind. The girl frowned and turned to walk towards the next room.

Pushing open the door to the other bedroom, there was only the sound of even breathing in the room. Looking at the undulations on the bed, it was clear that only one person was sleeping there. Judging from the slender curves under the thin blanket, it was undoubtedly Lai Qiyang.

Thankfully, it wasn't the worst-case scenario... The girl breathed a sigh of relief. She quietly left the room and took out her phone to send a message to Jun Matsueda.

"Has Songzhi gone out?"

The boy replied quickly, sending a photo of a red light at an intersection. In the foreground of the photo was the handlebars of a bicycle, with his left hand on the handlebars and his right hand presumably holding his phone, though it wasn't visible in the frame.

"I have to go to work today, and we're almost at the Literature Museum."

Mochizuki Haruka sat down on the sofa in the living room. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I left a sticky note on the table."

The girl turned around and saw that there did seem to be a piece of paper stuck on the dining table, but the person with ill intentions hadn't turned on the light when they came in, so they hadn't seen it at all.

She lowered her head and continued typing, "Back this afternoon?"

"I'll bring you some desserts on my way back this afternoon."

Mochizuki Haruka looked up at the bedroom she had closed, where Kurusu Yosei was fast asleep.

"Why don't you come back tonight? By then, Lai Qiyang should have already left."

The boy's final reply was a string of ellipses, which didn't seem to mean yes. The girl pouted and put down her phone.

"I'll just take a nap."

However, instead of heading towards the entrance, she went into Jun Matsueda's bedroom and closed the door behind her.

After taking off her oversized T-shirt and the shorts underneath, Mochizuki Haruka climbed onto the bed and crawled straight into the covers.

She grabbed the blanket and covered herself completely, then buried her head inside and sniffed around.

"It tastes completely different from mine..."

The girl sighed, then closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep, enveloped in the boy's presence.

At 10 a.m., Jun Matsue stood behind the library counter, handing the books in his hands to the visitors with his most standard smile.

"These are the books you borrowed. Please return them within two weeks."

"Thank you." The young man with glasses bowed politely, picked up the book, and walked towards the door.

After the visitor left, the young woman standing behind the counter with Jun Matsueda smiled at him solicitously.

"Matsueda-kun, you've worked hard~ This morning was especially busy!"

"Yes." The boy turned his head and showed a smile that was completely different from when he was receiving visitors. "We can't let our guard down."

This smile was also the result of careful manipulation. Those who were not familiar with Jun Matsueda would think that this was his true feeling, and thus feel a secret joy that they understood the boy better. The distance between the two would naturally be shortened in this way.

At lunchtime, the young woman put down the form in her hand and looked at the boy next to her. "Matsueda-kun, would you like to have lunch together?" Matsueda Jun gave a smile that was both happy and troubled. "My girlfriend will be jealous."

"Oh, I see. Haha..." The woman's expression was somewhat embarrassed.

Actually, she already knew that the boy had a girlfriend, but the two of them, who usually worked together, had recently been working different shifts, so her fantasies started to resurface.

Jun Matsue nodded gently. "I'll go have lunch now. See you later."

After leaving the library, the boy sat down at his usual Japanese restaurant a few hundred meters away. He ordered a bowl of soba noodles and sighed silently as the waiter brought him some ice water.

He missed Tomatsu Yuka a little.

He hadn't seen Tomatsu Yuka while working recently. She hadn't been feeling well for a while and had taken some time off. After resuming her part-time job, she had to switch shifts several times due to travel arrangements with her parents.

The two were originally in the same class today, but the girl should already be on the campus of the University of Tokyo.

The young woman filling in was also a long-time colleague. Actually, she was quite capable and had a decent personality. However, compared to Tomatsu Tomoka, having experienced the unspoken understanding and warm atmosphere of working with a younger woman, Matsueda Jun could no longer be satisfied with this older colleague.

"I hope this afternoon can be a little easier..." He picked up a piece of buckwheat noodles with his chopsticks, rolled it in the dipping sauce, and put it in his mouth.

The boy suddenly wondered how Mochizuki and Kurusu had managed to have lunch. He took out his phone and glanced at it; neither of them had sent any messages.

Jun Matsue thought for a moment and decided not to send a message to inquire. He thought that the girls might start arguing about curry butter or some other ingredient, and then a series of messages would come in, giving him a headache for a while.

He pressed the lock screen button, and just as he was about to put his phone down, the dim screen lit up again. The message wasn't from the two girls at home, but from Tomatsu Tomoka, who was strolling around the University of Tokyo.

"The economics department that Tsunkun wants to see."

She sent me a photo of a building, a large building located next to a tree-lined road, with red bricks and tiles on the exterior wall hidden among tall, lush green trees.

"The library is together with the main campus, right next to the Akamon gate~"

"Looks pretty serious," Jun Matsue replied, chewing on his soba noodles. "What about the Literature Club?"

He knew that Tomatsu Yuka's ambition was to join the Faculty of Letters.

"The Faculty of Letters and the Faculty of Economics are separated only by a general library."

The girl sent another photo; the Literature Department building looked even more antique, exuding a strong historical atmosphere.

Are you with your parents right now?

"Yes, we're planning to try the cafeteria at the University of Tokyo. Have you eaten yet, Tsun-kun?"

The boy took a picture of the half-eaten buckwheat noodles in front of him and sent it to the sender.

"It's a bit too bland... I think we should order another serving of karaage chicken!"

Jun Matsue smiled and picked up the menu again.

"By the way, Tsun-kun is in the same class as Yoshida-san today, right?" Tomatsu Yuka suddenly sent a voice message, and the boy blinked.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Did she... invite you to dinner or anything?" the girl asked cautiously.

As a cunning young woman, even though she has been spending more time with her parents lately, she can't escape the notice of anything happening around her sweetheart.

“I told her I have a girlfriend.” Jun Matsueda’s reply was simple and direct.

There was a pause in the chat box for a few seconds, and the last thing the girl sent was a happy, hopping rabbit.

(End of this chapter)