Am I being simulated by their love affair?

Could it be a love letter? Or a photo of Imokawa himself?

Could it be a "marriage industry" notice?

When it comes to expressing feelings, is there anything more meaningful than a photo album?

Jun Matsue looked at the photo album lying in his bag with even more anticipation.

Chapter 854 Obstruction on the Opening Day, Senior's Married Woman Sensibility

On January 11th, the intermittent snowfall that had been falling for the past few days of the New Year finally stopped, turning into a light drizzle outside the Mitakadai apartment building.

Because it was the opening day of the filming, even though the apartment, which had been deserted before, didn't have any mirror rice cakes, Jun Matsueda still chose red bean soup with rice cakes as 507's breakfast for the day.

"So, the opening ceremony day and the Lantern Festival are actually quite similar..."

Yosei Kurusu, who was watching TV at the dining table, turned his face away while chewing on sweet and soft rice cakes.

"What is Songzhi saying?"

The boy smacked his lips against the soft, sticky red bean in his mouth. "I'm doing comparative research on festival cultures from different countries."

"Hmm?" Miss Idol tilted her head.

"It's nothing, he's just taking advantage of the fact that you don't understand." Mochizuki Haruka, sitting on the other side, said indifferently.

Before Kurusu could raise his eyebrows, Jun Matsue swallowed his rice cake soup and began to explain.

"It just reminded me that China also has similar festivals—but one involves eating rice cakes and the other involves eating glutinous rice balls."

Kurusu Yosei blinked curiously, "What is Yuanxiao?"

After the boy explained the difference between Yuanxiao (sweet rice balls) and Baiyu Tuanzi (white jade dumplings), the three of them had almost finished their red bean soup and rice cakes, and the TV news in front of the sofa had just ended and started the weather forecast segment.

"The snowstorm is intensifying in Hokkaido and the Tohoku region... As of 6:00 AM, the rainfall in central Tokyo was 10 millimeters..."

"Although the rain is not heavy, there is a possibility of prolonged rainfall. Please remember to bring an umbrella when going out and pay attention to traffic safety..."

Mochizuki stretched and watched the boy beside her bend down to collect the tableware and head towards the kitchen—his back view exuded the aura of a domestic boyfriend, making her feel at ease.

"It's a pity it's not snowing~" The idol stood up and blocked her view.

"I really hope Tokyo can get some heavy snow like Aomori!"

The girl's originally gentle expression turned into one of disgust, and she glared at her as if to say "you're in my way".

"When the snow stops and the trams stop running, you'll be more obedient when you're crammed into the carriages."

"What are you saying!" Kurusu Yosei looked down at the petite girl sitting there. "I have a private car to pick me up and drop me off at get off work now."

"And I'm going to buy a car by the time you graduate!"

"Oh." With an elegant gesture, Mochizuki Haruka wiped her mouth with a tissue and rose from her seat.

"In the end, we'll still have to get into your car."

"Only Matsue and I can sit in the passenger seat!" Miss Idol gave her a fierce look, then turned and went into the kitchen.

"I'll help Songzhi wash the dishes!"

A few minutes later, Jun Matsue and the girl returned to the living room, shaking their wet hands. Haruka Mochizuki, who was sitting on the sofa feeding the cat, looked up at him.

When are you going to see Yamami Maki?

"..." The boy paused in wiping his hands.

The reason why none of the girls slept in today is because he told them in advance that he was going to see his senior today.

"Let's leave before ten o'clock," Jun Matsue estimated the time.

I arrived at my senior's place around 10:30, just in time to start preparing lunch.

"It's still early." Mochizuki Haruka glanced at the time on the TV; it was 8:30.

"Study for a while?"

Jun Matsue blinked. "Of course I have no objection."

A few minutes later, the dining table, which was filled with the sweet aroma of red beans, was filled with textbooks, workbooks, and stationery. The boy finished working out the answers to the math problems and looked at the person next to him.

Wangyue sat very close to him, their thighs touching. The girl leaned on her boyfriend's arm and slowly made a choice—although her attitude wasn't very focused, it was still quite proper.

The pen paused on the draft paper, and Jun Matsue looked up again—

Yosei Kurusu was doing yoga on the balcony as usual.

The glass doors to the balcony were tightly shut, blocking out the wind and rain. Clothes hanging under the eaves swayed in the wind, and the outdoor light changed accordingly, falling on the graceful young woman and transforming into a three-dimensional, exquisite ink painting of light and shadow.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Mochizuki Haruka whispered in his ear.

"Should I excuse myself for a moment so you can get some exercise?"

There was no surprise in Matsueda Jun's eyes. He looked at the girl beside him as if he were observing a patient.

"Why don't I detect any sourness in your voice? You even seem a little serious?"

"I'm serious," Mochizuki Haruka said matter-of-factly.

“I definitely didn’t drain you dry last night—I don’t want to do it now, so I might as well let Kurusu take over.”

"..." The boy looked helpless. "Why do you keep thinking about this?"

She treated Tomatsu this way before, and she's treating her senior the same way now.

"I'm going to check on my senior's situation, not to go on a date."

"That's hard to say," the girl snorted. "I think you guys are making pretty good progress."

"And even if you don't have those thoughts, what if Yamami Maki does?"

"Women who look innocent and virtuous are the most seductive!"

"..." Matsueda Jun was too lazy to refute her and chose to continue working on his problems.

During the halftime break, Yosuke Kurusu stood up and walked over to the two people whispering to each other at the dining table.

"You're all speaking so softly, are you talking about something shady?"

The girl fanned her rosy cheeks. She wore a two-piece yoga outfit, the light gray fabric clinging to her curvaceous figure, some areas stained dark by the fine sweat that seeped through. Even without getting close, Jun Matsue could imagine the seductive aura emanating from the idol at that moment based on his experience…

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Mochizuki Haruka said, straightening her back and speaking frankly.

"I want to advise Matsue to do it with you now, so that Yamami Maki won't have an opportunity to take advantage of you later."

Matsueda Jun looked at Kurusu's wide, beautiful eyes—though surprised, the girl showed no embarrassment.

"do not want!"

Without hesitation, Yosuke Kurusu refused outright, picked up the warm water on the table, and took two sips.

"I do 'sex' with Songzhi because I like it, because the atmosphere and feeling are right! I don't want to use this as a tool for you to scheme against others!"

The girl turned her head away nonchalantly, "Do it yourself!"

“…Tch.” Mochizuki Haruka silently squeezed her legs together.

If it weren't for her sensitive constitution, she wouldn't have had the chance to come to Qiyang World.

“If you ignore Mochizuki, she just occasionally goes a little crazy like this.” Jun Matsueda put down his pen.

"I'll definitely be back this afternoon, unless it suddenly rains heavily or something."

After saying this, he and the girl beside him exchanged a knowing glance.

Even if it really rains heavily, Mochizuki can bring an off-road vehicle to pick him up...

"Then it's alright~" Yosei Kurusu bent down and smiled at the boy.

“But isn’t it always Guiyou Flower Sauce before Sundays in Songzhi?” She rolled her eyes.

"Have they made up?"

"No." The boy glanced at his phone. "It's just that school has only been in session for a few days, and we haven't resumed our usual schedule yet."

"Did Yamami Maki send you a message?" Mochizuki Haruka leaned closer warily.

"Don't get distracted while studying—I don't know how to do this problem, can you teach me, Pine Branch?"

Jun Matsue gave her a helpless look.

"You can do yoga with me when you're tired from studying~" Kurusu Yosei smiled and raised her right leg in front of him, doing a side split.

"Don't spend all your time on your phone during the holidays, it's so boring!"

Although Idol Girl wouldn't listen to Mochizuki Haruka's advice to "exercise" with Matsue, she didn't mind taking advantage of the boy being at home to occupy a little more of his time.

"..." Faced with being surrounded by both sides, Jun Matsue chose to temporarily concede defeat.

"Can't I just not look at my phone?"

At 10:35 a.m., the boy walked into the fourth floor of the Higashi-Nakano apartment building. A cool, damp breeze swept past him and blew out into the semi-open hallway.

After securing his umbrella, Jun Matsue knocked on the not-so-thick security door in front of him, then looked at the electronic doorbell next to the door and the "NHK Party" warning sticker.

Even though he had the key to his senior's house in his pocket, he still preferred the feeling of knocking on the door and waiting for the girl to open it.

So even though the senior students installed an electronic doorbell, the boys never used it—ringing it always gave people a sense of unfamiliarity, and Matsueda Jun didn't like it either.

"Come on~"

A gentle voice quickly approached from behind the door, and upon hearing the sound of the handle being turned, Jun Matsue stepped back.

However, the door did not open immediately—the girl behind the door seemed to remember something, cleared her throat, and asked.

Is it Jun-kun?

The boy smiled, pursing his lips. It seemed that the senior had remembered what he had said earlier.

"It's me." He raised his voice a little. "The chef that my senior booked has arrived."

A soft laugh drifted out from under the door, and the security door opened, revealing the girl's beautiful face.

Welcome!

Maki Yamami wasn't wearing loungewear; instead, she was wearing a loose-fitting off-white sweater with a classic cable knit pattern, paired with dark gray leggings.

Jun Matsue blinked—although this could be considered a casual, everyday outfit for home, the combination of a loose top and fitted bottom...

Just as Mochizuki had predicted, the senior student was still harboring some ulterior motives.

"Good afternoon, senior." He looked at the girl's face and followed her into the room.

"I'm relieved to see that you look well in person."

The boy still remembers the time they ran into each other after their breakup; she looked so sickly, it was truly heartbreaking.

"I told you I'm not that fragile." Yamami Maki smiled and bent down, skillfully taking out her signature slippers from the shoe cabinet.

"It rained today, so I slept in late at home, and of course I look great!"

She naturally squatted down and placed her slippers on the floor in front of the boy.

Matsueda Jun blinked again. Although his senior seemed to be used to this posture, she still looked too much like a wife, almost as if she was about to put his shoes on herself.

"Ah." The girl, who had stood up, noticed the wet umbrella in his hand, took it from him, and hung it on the umbrella rack behind the door.

"Would you like some fruit first, Jun-kun?" she said, walking toward the refrigerator.

"I went to the supermarket yesterday and filled the fridge to the brim—you can definitely cook whatever you want for lunch!"

"No need." Jun Matsue watched the girl's retreating figure. "I'll just look around and then I'll prepare to cook."

"Just browsing?" Yami Maki turned around and winked cutely.

"Would you like to tour the apartment?"

The apartment she rented was so small, and apart from when she first moved in and when a typhoon came, Tsun-kun never said anything like "take a look around" or "visit".

"Hmm." The boy standing in the entryway took off his coat and walked into the living room.

"We moved a lot of things back before, so we're a little curious about what our senior's apartment looks like now."

“Ah…” the girl smiled, “Then I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint Jun-kun.”

"Those boxes mainly contained clothes and musical instruments, but not much of it was actually usable in this apartment."

"However, there have indeed been some changes!"