Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 650 Unsolvable Problems

The next day, the day to return to the orphanage, Jun Matsue got up quite early.

After emptying the last bit of food from the refrigerator, the boy ate breakfast with Kurusu Yosei, who had woken up after hearing the noise. He watched as the girl finished her glass of milk in one gulp, leaving a cute white mark on her lips.

"How about tidying up the house before you leave?" he suggested. "After all, it'll be empty for a few days."

"No problem~" Kurusu Yosei licked the milk stains off his lips, "Just consider it a different way to exercise!"

The two spent half an hour ventilating the house, sweeping and mopping, tidying up, and wiping away dust from every nook and cranny. Afterward, the girl shuffled to the bathroom in her slippers to take a shower, while the boy carried the breakfast he had left behind to the apartment next door.

He woke up the girl who loved to sleep in, and watched her groggily wash up and eat. Matsueda Jun glanced at his phone; it was 9:30, and below was a message from Aya-chan.

"I'm almost at Chun-ge's side~"

The boy looked up. "Time to get ready to go?"

Mochizuki glanced at him, then opened her mouth wide and ate the last spoonful of mixed vegetable and egg fried rice.

Five minutes later, Aya Miyamura, sitting in the black sedan, rolled down the window and waved to the three people walking downstairs from the apartment building.

Long time no see!

"It hasn't been a long holiday, has it?" Jun Matsue smiled at her.

"I meant Yang Shi-nee!" Aya rolled her eyes at him and opened the car door for the girls. "Hmm... how should we sit?"

Since the four of them were going back to the orphanage together, Mochizuki Haruka, who was too lazy to take the bus, used her own car. However, considering the children at the orphanage, she did not arrange for a luxury limousine, so someone had to sit in the passenger seat.

Matsueda Jun looked at Mochizuki Haruka beside him. The girl wasn't carrying a bag like him, because her luggage had already been packed and placed in the car by the maid.

Mochizuki didn't like being squeezed in the back row with others. Just as the boy was about to speak, the girl raised her chin at him.

"Songzhi, sit in the front."

He blinked in surprise, and Mochizuki Haruka watched as Kurusu Yosei got into the car and sat down next to Miyamura Aya.

“You’re the biggest.” She turned around and nudged the boy’s chest. “Don’t squeeze in from behind.”

“That makes sense.” Jun Matsue opened the passenger door, and the maid holding the steering wheel nodded humbly to him.

Watching the boy close the car door, Mochizuki Haruka was the last to get into the car. She leaned against the window, first looking at the boy's black hair in the front seat, and then at his striking pink hair reflected in the glass.

She didn't want Matsue and Kurusu Yosei to be squeezed together.

The car started smoothly, its black paint reflecting the dazzling sunlight, and disappeared into the road filled with the chirping of cicadas.

Because they still needed to buy gifts for the children, the four of them went to a nearby shopping mall before returning to the orphanage. Jun Matsueda walked at the back, watching the girls pick out gifts from the shelves.

Miyamura Aya came over with several boxes of crayons and put them in the cart in front of the boy. She looked up and blinked, looking mysterious.

"Brother Chun, don't you think that choosing a gift is the same principle as dating?"

"How so?" Jun Matsuoka raised an eyebrow.

"The gift must be something everyone likes, and everyone should get one. No child should feel favored..." the girl muttered, counting on her fingers. "Only in this way can everyone play together harmoniously, right?"

"...Why are you suddenly bringing this up?" The boy glanced at the girls in front of him. Yosei Kurusu was buying snacks, and Haruka Mochizuki was picking out picture books.

“Because I feel so sorry for Yosei,” Miyamura Aya said, leaning closer to him.

"She complained to me a lot that night, saying that I was biased, that I was put on a leash by Sister Yao, and that I wasn't soft-hearted when I should be, and not hard-hearted when I should be, and so on."

"..." Jun Matsueda's gaze drifted to the side. "You need to understand first, Kurusu is not my girlfriend."

"Doesn't Chun-ge like her?" the girl asked, blinking.

The boy didn't answer. Mochizuki Haruka walked over with a picture book, and Aya immediately shut her mouth.

"Is this enough?" the girl asked earnestly as she put a large stack of sketchbooks into the cart.

"That's enough, just go buy some more storybooks for the boys."

After the black-haired girl walked away, Miyamura Aya cast a questioning look at her again.

Jun Matsue waited a moment before speaking, "I can barely handle my two girlfriends right now, let alone a third."

"Is Chun-ge satisfied with things as they are now?" the girl asked immediately.

The boy looked at the pink-haired girl walking towards him, smiled calmly, and sighed.

"Stop asking."

It was nearly noon, and the sun was blazing. When we returned to the orphanage, the children were sitting under the eaves enjoying the cool air. When the boys and girls carrying large bags appeared before them, a burst of joyful sounds erupted from the orphanage, briefly drowning out the cicadas chirping outside the walls.

"Is it really okay for Kurusu not to wear a mask?" Jun Matsue asked the elderly man next to him as he watched the girls hand out gifts.

“It’s alright,” the director said with a smile. “Not many of them know Miss Kurusu—and even if they do, they can’t get the message out without a cell phone.”

"That's good." Jun Matsue looked at her face. "Grandma's wrinkles seem to have gotten a bit deeper."

"There's nothing I can do about it." The old man's smile became even warmer. "Unlike you, I've already been on the downhill slope of life for a long time."

"That's not true at all." The boy gently patted her back. "Eat well and drink well, you could live for another fifty years without any problem!"

Grandma Dean smiled and nodded, looking at the girls who were walking over. "Miss Kurusu, this is your first time staying here. Remember to check your room first, and tell Jun if you need anything."

"Thank you, Grandma, I've already seen it~" Yosei Kurusu said energetically. "I think it's great, it feels like going back to my childhood."

The old man then looked at the girl on the other side, "Time flies so fast. Miss Mochizuki is now a proper adult."

Mochizuki Haruka put away her cold expression and nodded reservedly, "My aunt is coming tomorrow, and she said she will bring you some of this year's tea."

"I'll go ask the cafeteria to add more dishes." The dean glanced at Miyamura Aya, who was winking at him. "It's very sunny, so don't make too much noise outside."

"Oh~" The girl turned to the children playing behind her, "Don't be too noisy, okay?"

"Oh~~"

The hall echoed with the unanimous, childish voices, and Jun Matsue couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips into a smile.

No matter how long he stays outside, the orphanage remains the place that prevents him from growing up.

“Matsugi.” Mochizuki Haruka suddenly took his arm. “They said two kittens have recently wandered in. Shall we go and see them?”

The girl's incredibly affectionate gesture made the old woman hesitate for a second before turning around. She then cast a meaningful glance at the boy.

Matsueda Jun blinked, watching the back of Dr. Kurusu Yosei's grandmother, who was the head of the hospital, and puffed out his cheeks in front of him.

"I'll go with you!"

The midday sun was even more scorching. Apart from the buildings, there was only a little shade under the trees by the wall. Guided by the boys, the girls easily found the uninvited guests who had broken into the orphanage.

“It’s a three-flowered tree!” Kurusu Yosei looked up at the two tails swinging back and forth on the tree branch like a swing.

"They're quite cute." Mochizuki Haruka took a couple of steps to the left and right, and the cats in the tree followed her head back and forth. Matsueda Jun looked at the distance between the branches and the ground. "Are they unable to get down?"

The boy took two steps forward and tentatively extended his arm. The two cats stared at him for a few seconds before jumping into his arms.

Two multicolored balls of yarn made meowing sounds, and the girls followed, watching the cats rub against the boy's chest.

"Pine branches are quite popular with cats, aren't they?" Miss Idol scratched one of the cats' chins.

Jun Matsue looked at the howling kittens and said, "I think they're just hungry."

"Should we feed them something?"

“No.” The boy shook his head. “The orphanage doesn’t keep pets. Otherwise, it would be a lot of trouble. If we feed them, they might come here every day.”

He looked at the girl in the black sundress, "Would you like to raise Mochizuki?"

"No!" Mochizuki Haruka shook her head resolutely.

"We already have one cat, we don't need any more!"

"..." Jun Matsue glanced at her, then turned to the big pink-haired guy on the other side.

"Does Kurusu want to keep one?"

"Hmm..." Kurusu Yosei stared at the two meowing little creatures for a while, looking conflicted.

"I really like them, but if I keep them, wouldn't I have to be responsible for their entire lives?"

"I don't think I necessarily have the time and energy."

The young woman didn't think she would take a break forever, nor did she intend to leave the entertainment industry in such a disgraceful manner.

Matsueda Jun weighed the kitten in his arms. "Then I'll just have to send them out the door."

The three walked to the gate of the orphanage under the scorching sun. The boy squatted down and opened his arms. The two kittens tumbled out like springs and jumped into the grass across the road.

“It seems you don’t need to worry.” Mochizuki Haruka said from behind him, “Even without you, they should be able to live a full life.”

"But they will definitely remember you as their savior!" Kurusu Yosei squatted down beside him, revealing a bright smile.

"Maybe I'll come back to repay your kindness someday!"

"..." Jun Matsue stood up and patted the cat hair and dust off his clothes.

"Let's go back, it's time for lunch."

The girls followed him around like two large cats of different colors, being led home by the boy.

Today's lunch at the welfare home consisted of chilled pickled vegetables and fried pork chops, served with buckwheat noodles. The vegetables included pumpkin slices, shiitake mushrooms, eggplant, and bell peppers, and the pickling sauce mixed into the noodles was quite delicious.

The children were at a crucial stage of growth, and after lunch they all obediently went back to their rooms to sleep. Miyamura Aya and her two older sisters sat on the corridor, with a floor fan whirring nearby, making the girls' hair fly wildly.

The three of them were playing a game of life, something they used to play back in the Mitakadai apartment. Mochizuki Haruka flipped through a borrowed shoujo manga while rolling the dice, listening to the two people in front of her chatting.

"Has Songzhi finished chatting yet? I'm still waiting for him to play games with me."

Yosuke Kurusu craned his neck to look behind Aya Miyamura. At the other end of the corridor, Jun Matsueda and the headmistress were sitting swaying in their recliners, some distance away from the three of them.

"No rush, no rush." ​​Caijiang glanced back. "There's still a long afternoon. Yangshi-jie will definitely have a great time."

Mochizuki Haruka closed the comic book, brushed a strand of hair from her ear, and looked at the boy in the distance.

"What is Songzhi saying to the dean right now?"

"Maybe it's because I became a preparatory student for the University of Tokyo?" Miyamura Aya guessed.

At the other end of the corridor, the conversation about life and studies had long since ended. Jun Matsuoka put down his palm-leaf fan, sat up, and looked at the old man's furrowed brow.

So you're dating two people at the same time right now?

“Yes.” He nodded honestly. “And they are not very accepting of this situation.”

The dean frowned as she glanced at the girls playing on the other side of the corridor.

Atsushi's other romantic interest didn't come back this time either, and Miss Kurusu clearly has a strong liking for him.

"..." The old woman rubbed her temples; it had been a long time since she had encountered anything that could give her a headache.

The boy quickly brought over the barley tea that was placed to the side. She drank it slowly, and the wrinkles between her brows gradually smoothed out.

After waiting for a long time, the old woman finally raised her head. She looked at the light blue sky outside the eaves, which had been wiped clean by the sunlight, and spoke thoughtfully.

"Xiao Chun, I won't easily tell you that you're wrong."

"At my age, I've long understood that there's no absolute right or wrong, especially when it comes to matters of the heart."

"Japan is a country with a high rate of infidelity, after all."

The boy looked a little embarrassed; what the dean said wasn't exactly kind.

"The key is that you need to think it through yourself." The old man leaned back, the recliner swaying slightly. "What does your choice really mean?"

"How will your life change? What will you experience and what will you have to give up? And what will the girls you choose have to bear?"

"To be honest, I am pessimistic."

She placed her right hand on the back of the boy's hand; the young man's temperature was almost scalding, flowing with the powerful pulsation of his veins.

"I'm a divorced person, and I've heard and seen many stories in my life—people wear themselves down in unnatural ways, and few of them end up well in relationships."

"But we are all just ordinary people, unlike you, Xiaochun."

Jun Matsue met the old woman's gaze; her somewhat cloudy eyes stared at him with unusual intensity, as if trying to pierce his heart.

"Whether it's right or wrong, it's not up to me, an outsider, to decide."

"You have to think for yourself and deeply feel your own heart and their hearts."

"Cherish them, and cherish yourself too."

The headmistress fell silent. She curled up in her recliner, enjoying the breeze from the palm-leaf fan the boy was using.

Xiaochun is an adult now; she doesn't need to make decisions for her.

After the old man closed his eyes and began to snore peacefully, Jun Matsue stood up and walked towards the girls on the other side.

He longed to cherish those precious and vibrant feelings, but it was precisely because of the girls' conflicts that the most perfect option became impossible.

Someone will inevitably get hurt, and the prolonged pain may be more unforgettable than a severing wound.

Even if he had ten thousand correct answers in his mind, he still couldn't solve this unsolvable problem.

(End of this chapter)