Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 574 I can’t bear it anymore

Looking at the black-haired girl in front of him, the overflowing emotions in her eyes caught Matsueda Jun off guard.

"Where to?" he asked, glancing behind the girl out of the corner of his eye.

The bell had just rung, and the students, preparing to leave the classroom, were packing their bags when they glanced furtively at the two students in the back row.

"Go home." Mochizuki Haruka's tightly pursed lips shifted slightly as she uttered the two words.

Jun Matsueda picked up his schoolbag from the right side of his desk. "Wait a minute."

His gaze shifted to the seat on his right, where Tomatsu Tomoka was tidying up a drawer.

Seemingly noticing the boy's gaze, she tilted her head up and gave a gentle smile, as if to say, "It's okay."

The sound of hurried footsteps came from beside Jun Matsueda. Haruka Mochizuki, carrying her schoolbag, walked to his right, blocked his view, and wiped the girl's face.

"...let's go."

The boy picked up his schoolbag and left his seat. Mochizuki Haruka turned around, not even glancing at Tomatsu Yuka in her seat, and walked straight to the back door of the classroom.

Mizushima Mimi, sitting in the second-to-last row, breathed a sigh of relief. She turned around and cautiously looked at the girl with her eyes downcast.

"Yuka... what's going on?"

"Isn't Songzhi your boyfriend?" That's what she actually wanted to ask.

Tomatsu Yuka looked up, her smile faint but managed to hold on.

"They usually go to and from school together, so something must have come up today."

This was a reason she gave to others; of course, she didn't believe it at all herself.

"...Are you really okay?"

Mizushima Miya's eyes showed a hint of worry. Although she was the girl's friend, she felt that she understood Yuuka less and less these days.

Tomatsu Yuka lowered her head, stuffing the unfilled workbook into her schoolbag, her eyes somewhat gloomy.

"It's okay," she told herself.

As he walked along the school avenue with the crowd and passed through the school gate, Jun Matsueda glanced at the girl walking beside him.

Mochizuki Haruka's empty left hand clenched his right. The back door of the black sedan parked by the roadside was already open, and the maid was waiting respectfully to the side.

Matsueda Jun was led into the car by the girl, and Mochizuki Haruka still showed no intention of letting go. Once seated, she even put down her schoolbag, wrapped her right arm around the boy's arm, and hugged him tightly.

“To the apartment,” she said to the driver.

The maid glanced cautiously at the rearview mirror in the car, and only after confirming that her young mistress's sweetheart showed no sign of reluctance did she start the car with peace of mind.

As the gates of Haneoka High School disappeared behind them, Jun Matsue turned to look at the girl beside him. Haruka Mochizuki was holding his arm, her gaze fixed silently ahead, her trembling eyelashes hinting at her inner turmoil.

"I'm sorry I upset you about what happened at noon," he said, breaking the silence.

"Don't talk!" The girl turned her head and glared at him, then looked at the road stretching out in front of the car.

You can only speak when we get home.

"..." The boy obediently shut his mouth.

The scenery outside the car window began to glide by, but as soon as his gaze fell upon it, the transparent glass turned into blind darkness. He then looked at the girl beside him, whose finger was pressing a button on the armrest of the seat.

Not only the car windows, but also the gray partition separating the front and rear seats was raised, preventing Jun Matsueda from looking outwards. Haruka Mochizuki's actions told him that he could only look at her.

The short drive quickly came to an end. Pushing open the car door, the fresh air that rushed in seemed to herald liberation. Jun Matsue took a deep breath and followed the girl into the apartment building's stairwell.

Upon reaching the fifth floor, the two remained hand in hand, standing before the security door of 506. Mochizuki Haruka took out her key and inserted it into the lock.

She pulled the boy into the entryway, and the heavy metal door slammed shut behind her with a thud.

Although he wasn't back in his own home, Jun Matsue was quite familiar with the girl's apartment. He breathed a sigh of relief as she pulled him to sit down on the sofa with her soft yet strong little hand.

"Would you like something to drink?" the boy suggested, trying to ease the tension and loosen his grip on Mochizuki's hand.

The girl didn't speak, which could be considered as tacit agreement. He stood up and walked towards the kitchen, but his steps were interrupted by a voice from behind.

There are drinks in the refrigerator.

Matsueda Jun changed course and walked towards the corner of the living room. He opened the refrigerator door, and the cold, shimmering light fell on his face. The boy's eyes paused for a moment.

There was no milk or drinks in the refrigerator, since Mochizuki hadn't been home for two days. So, the only things lying on the top shelf were the bottom full of cocktails, sake, and red wine, which must have been placed there by her aunt.

Jun Matsue turned around and saw the girl sitting on the sofa looking at him quietly, without any surprise in her eyes.

He had no choice but to face the refrigerator, pick out two cans of the lowest alcohol content fruit-flavored cocktails, and return to sit down on the sofa.

This time, Mochizuki Haruka didn't hold his hand. Instead, she got up and sat down on the small sofa next to her, then scanned the boy's face back and forth with a deliberately indifferent gaze.

"Didn't you have something to say? Now you can say it."

Her words carried a scrutinizing tone. The girl crossed her right leg over her left, and her fair skin under her skirt shimmered under the living room lights.

"Did Sakamuro's words at noon make you angry?" Jun Matsueda looked into her eyes. "He asked at a really bad time, so that was the only way I could answer."

"Although it sounds a bit like hindsight to say this, I originally planned to discuss breaking up with Tomatsu tomorrow."

"There's still a week left in May, and if all goes well, we should be able to announce the breakup within a week."

"I'm sorry that my hesitation and procrastination have caused you a lot of anxiety lately."

The decision that had been brewing in his heart for a long time was finally spoken, and the boy felt much more relaxed. He wanted to have something to drink, but after seeing the wine bottle on the table with condensation droplets, he chose to look away.

“…Is that all?”

Mochizuki Haruka waited two seconds before speaking. She shifted the position of her crossed legs, and the condescending indifference she exuded began to melt away, her eyes revealing anger and grievance.

"This is something you promised me. Do you think I'll be satisfied with just this?"

Do you think I'm only angry because of what happened at noon today?

She bent down and picked up a can of strawberry-flavored sparkling wine from the table.

The crisp sound of the bottle being opened rang out, the metal pull tab fell to the ground and rolled into the corner, leaving an echo in the quiet room.

Wang Yueyao tilted her head back, her beautifully shaped neck undulating as she swallowed a large amount of wine. She put down the metal can, wiped the glistening liquid from the corner of her mouth, and stood up to walk in front of the boy.

"Songzhi, I overestimated my patience."

"I don't want to wait anymore, and I don't want to endure it anymore."

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