Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 733 Shared Feelings, Matching Songs
As he got into his manager's car, Jun Matsueda slapped away the arm that his idol had put on his shoulder—the boy was unaware that he was about to be spied on by the Mochizuki family again.

"You guys finished composing the new song so quickly?"

"Of course! I have a dedicated production team now."

Yosei Kurusu took off his coat and draped it over his lap, revealing his fair and healthy arms.

The girl was wearing a light gray sleeveless vest as her inner layer. She leaned gently on the boy's shoulder and took out her phone to send a message to the recording studio to prepare.

“We also think highly of this song,” the manager in the driver’s seat said without turning around.

"The production team thinks that 'Happy End' is very suitable as a theme song for a TV series or movie. After Yangshi finishes recording, we should talk to a few promising film and television companies about cooperation."

“Matsueda-kun is indeed quite talented at songwriting.”

Yang Shi has finally struck gold, the woman thought, glancing up at the boy in the rearview mirror.

“Especially writing love songs,” she added.

Jun Matsueda blinked awkwardly, then met the gaze of the girl beside him.

"After all, Matsue likes to connect with girls on a personal level, doesn't he?" Kurusu Yosei stared at him, deliberately using a strange tone.

"You and Yuuka-chan were being very affectionate just now, weren't you?"

The idol girl's cheek pressed against his, and the boy held her shoulder. "...Really?"

"Of course!" The girl casually grabbed his arm. "Wasn't she walking out of the school gate arm in arm with you like this? Don't think I didn't see it!"

The car stopped right at the traffic light. The female agent in the front seat gripped the steering wheel and turned her head in surprise.

She thought that teenagers were just young lovers in puberty, but she didn't expect the relationship to be a bit complicated.

After glancing at the woman in the rearview mirror, Jun Matsueda whispered in Yosei Kurusu's ear.

"After all, I'm dating Yuka, and the school is practically her territory."

Miss Idol gave a soft snort, crossed her arms, and looked disdainfully out the car window.

"She's just a girlfriend, what's the big deal..."

She didn't lose out when she clashed with Tomatsu Yuka just now!
A little over ten minutes later, the three people in the car entered an office building in Shinjuku 3-chome. Before entering the elevator, Jun Matsueda glanced at the time on his phone.

"Is Kurusu going to work overtime today? Is this enough time to record a song?"

"That's enough, that's enough." The girl waved her hand. "I don't have many requirements for recording your song. I just need some reference."

"For example, pronunciation and breathing, you, the original composer, definitely sing it with more feeling."

"My singing is just average..." the boy blinked.

As the elevator doors closed, he looked at the security camera in the hallway outside.

Why did it feel like it just flashed?
In the living room of the Mochizuki family home, the girl, having changed out of her uniform, sat on the sofa, looking at the large screen in front of her with dissatisfaction.

"What did Songzhi do today?"

"Hmm... let me see." The aunt next to her looked at the message on her phone.

"Matsue wrote a new song for Kurusu Yosei, so I guess I came to see the finished product."

"Write a song?" Mochizuki Haruka frowned, her hands crumpling the velvet surface of the sofa into unsightly wrinkles.

Songzhi has never written a song for her!
Stepping out of the elevator, the manager walked back to her office. Jun followed the light-footed girl into the recording studio, where the producer, wearing headphones, stood up and bowed to them.

"Good afternoon, Kurusu-san~" The young woman with an earring took off her headphones and smiled very kindly.

"This must be Mr. Songzhi, right?" She looked at the boy beside her. "He's even younger than I expected, amazing!"

"Nice to meet you." Matsueda Jun smiled equally warmly. "Just call me Matsueda."

The woman was momentarily stunned, but the quick-witted idol stepped in front of the man.

"Stop wasting time, hurry up and go in to record the song!"

Yosei Kurusu held the boy's wrist and led him to push open the door to the recording studio next door—inside stood microphones and headphones, surrounded by standard sound-absorbing units.

Jun Matsueda watched as the girl took off her headphones and handed them to him. "Shall we begin?"

"Hmm, why don't you listen to the arranged piece first?"

He walked up to the microphone, put on his headphones, looked at the producer on the other side of the glass screen and smiled at him, then clicked the mouse.

A familiar yet unfamiliar melody lingered in his mind. The boy closed his eyes. The piano and violin in the prelude were clear and bright, unlike the monotonous and mechanical tone of the default piano in the demo.

As you gently nod to the melody, your voice naturally flows from your lips.

The words of farewell stuck in my throat.

Instead, a light cough was used to say, "I understand."

A clean, youthful voice accompanied by a simple guitar, yet the slightly trembling vocals couldn't hide the surge of emotion.

Searching his pockets for the next words~

"In the end, I only found the me who liked you..."

It was like the last time we met before parting ways. We greeted each other calmly, exchanged pleasantries calmly, and calmly recounted the past little by little with a sad smile, turning the page on it.

"It's okay, it's alright. I thought saying it like that would sound gentler."

The combined accompaniment remained unchanged, with only the violin slowly unfolding in a build-up of emotion, followed by the male voice—

"I so hoped, but my true expectation in the end turned into farewell—"

The music stopped abruptly, but the boy continued singing in the lingering notes of the violin.

"In its prime, it withered and died—"

The slightly hoarse vocals were halfway through when the heavy cymbal claps brought out the melody of the chorus, like people who are not good with words, only belatedly revealing the burning emotions in their hearts at the moment of parting.

"Leaving with feelings of liking you~"

"Holding the flower in my hand as if it were myself—crushing even the deepest longing in my heart along with it."

So before turning away, all that remained was a bittersweet, tender word of comfort.

"It's okay, it's alright..."

Standing to the side, Yosuke Kurusu's eyes trembled as he watched the boy grip the microphone, tilt his head back, and sing out loud.

Hold me tight right now—

"They said as long as I'm here, nothing else is needed—"

The guitar sound conceals the delicate melody of the violin, as fragile, humble, and moving as the singing at this moment.

"Then kiss my lips—"

After the emotional outburst, the pretentious lie remained.

"Even if it's sadness or grievance..."

Compared to the playful humming on the fifteenth night, the boy now unleashed the pain, stubbornness, resentment, and torment in "Happy End" without reservation.

A few minutes later, the recording studio fell silent again. Jun Matsueda put down the microphone and coughed lightly twice.

He took a deep breath and smiled apologetically.

"I haven't drunk much water, and my throat feels dry."

After singing the song in its entirety for the first time, the boy felt more intense emotions than he had anticipated.

"No!" Yosei Kurusu shook his head vigorously, his eyes sparkling.

"You sang very well!"

"Let's go outside first," she said, taking the boy's arm. "Let's have some water and rest for a bit."

Watching the boy and girl disappear from the camera's view, Mochizuki Haruka didn't immediately adjust the surveillance footage. Instead, she stared blankly at the still screen for a while. "It sounds even better than the song he wrote last time..." Mochizuki Hana, who had been working on her laptop, had already closed it.

"This guy, Songzhi, seems to have some real talent in music."

"..." The girl on the sofa opened her lips but did not speak.

She had intended to say that Songzhi was just good at pleasing women—but after hearing that song, it was difficult to say it.

The aunt stood up, walked over to her niece and sat down, gently taking her arm in hers.

"After listening to Songzhi sing, I even felt that he was a little wronged."

Mochizuki Haruka nodded very gently. "That's because he wasn't singing about his own experiences."

Or rather, Songzhi wasn't just singing about his own experiences—the girl believed she understood these complex, bittersweet, and heavy emotions even better than he did.

Mochizuki Haruka even suspected that Matsueda might know he was being secretly monitored, which was why he deliberately sang this kind of song.

"Hey." The woman nudged her arm. "Once you two make up, how about we get Songzhi to write a song for you?"

The girl slapped her hand away, "Wasn't this song written for me?"

Wang Yuehua blinked. "Isn't this what he wrote to Lai Qiyangshi?"

"So what? Aren't the copyrights to the recordings all owned by the agency?"

"The copyright to the recording is mine, and the copyright to the lyrics and music is half Matsugi and half mine. Kuriki Yosei is just the person who sings it," Mochizuki Haruka said domineeringly.

"..." Aunt nodded. "Logically speaking, that's indeed the case."

The girl gave a smug hum, and the room fell silent. She picked up the remote control, and Jun Matsue's handsome face reappeared on the screen.

The boy was sitting in the recording control room drinking water, while the idol girl, who had taken off her coat, was chattering beside him.

After staring into her beloved's eyes for two minutes, as if looking at him through a screen, Mochizuki Haruka suddenly spoke.

"I feel like that idiot Kurusu is not far from falling into the trap."

“That’s not surprising.” The woman sitting next to her stretched. “If someone wrote a song like this for me, I would definitely be tempted.”

"...Yamami Maki met with Matsue a while ago," the girl added.

"Huh?" Wang Yuehua blinked in surprise. "What's she doing here?"

"..." This time, Mochizuki Haruka remained silent for a longer time.

What if Songzhi's plan comes to fruition?

The aunt paused for a moment, then looked at her niece's lowered eyes.

"Is Xiaoyao planning to give up?"

The girl looked at the screen but did not answer.

In the recording studio of H&M Studio, Jun Matsueda held a paper cup of warm water, watching the girl next to him and the producer talk to each other.

"What do you think, Matsueda-kun?" the producer suddenly asked, looking at him. "Is there anything that can be changed in the current arrangement?"

“I have no objection.” The boy smiled. “After all, I don’t really know much about instrumentation and arrangement. The current arrangement already matches the general feeling I had when I wrote the song.”

"That's great..." The woman breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the idol sitting next to him.

"How about we try recording it later, Qi Sang?"

"No problem!" Kurusu Yosei put down the paper cup and nodded enthusiastically.

"Then I'll go find Miss Ju first." The woman left the room with the headphones around her neck, her footsteps fading into the distance.

Only the two of them remained in the recording studio. The idol turned her head and stared intently at the boy.

"What's wrong?" Jun Matsue blinked.

"Songzhi should be credited for this song, right?" The girl's eyes were kind.

"You're the lyricist, and if you're the composer, then it's a joint credit between you and the person who provided the demo—is that alright?"

"no problem."

"How about we use a pseudonym?" she asked considerately.

“There’s no need.” Jun Matsueda took a sip of water. “There’s nothing shameful about it.”

Aside from a small group of people close to me, even if my name appears in the production credits, hardly anyone will pay attention.

"That's more like it~" Kurusu Yosei patted his arm with satisfaction.

"Thanks to the pine branch, I'm full of confidence now!"

"Confidence to become popular again?" The girl's fist was soft, and the boy ignored it.

“It’s confidence in a successful transition!” Miss Idol corrected him.

"I want to be a real singer, so that those people won't keep criticizing me for only singing those cheesy pop songs!"

"Do you care a lot about those comments?" Jun Matsueda looked into the girl's eyes. "It's really not a big deal, is it?"

“It doesn’t matter!” Yosei Kurusu extended his index finger and pointed it in front of his eyes.

"I am seriously planning to make a career change."

"The deeper I go down the path of idol worship, the more I realize its limitations."

"Fans attracted by my beautiful appearance and vibrant enthusiasm naturally have special expectations of me—"

“They will pay attention to my life, my relationships, and everything I do in the public eye.”

"After all, they like me as a person, my very existence."

"If it were me in the past, I might not have cared about their unnecessary expectations and attention."

"But I want to be in a relationship now."

She pressed herself against the boy, filling his field of vision with her bright and captivating eyes.

"I don't want to win them over with a pretty smile anymore."

"Of course I know I am a very charming person, but I don't want to show everyone all of Kiyoshi's charm right now."

That's why I wanted to change my career path—

"Even without showing my appearance, I can capture everyone's hearts with just my singing. I want to stand at the top of Tokyo in this way."

"That way, I can reveal my true self and all my charm to a lucky, dedicated fan."

Yosei Kurusu tapped the boy's nose, then stood up with a smile.

She walked into the recording studio, looked at the boy through the glass screen, picked up the microphone, and started singing to herself.

The words of farewell stuck in my throat.

Instead, a light cough was used to say, "I understand."

Searching his pockets for the next words~

In the end, I only found the me who liked you~

The young girl's melodious voice and delicate, full singing style highlight her feminine qualities, making her unforgettable.

Looking into her sparkling eyes, Jun Matsue found it hard to look away.

That cunning fellow, Kurusu...

She could sing this song perfectly without his help at all.

(End of this chapter)