Am I being simulated by their love affair?

“Speaking of which, I’m also a little curious—” Tomatsu Yuka leaned out and smiled at the boy starting the car in the driver’s seat.

With his hands on the steering wheel, Tsun-kun's gaze was focused and his posture was skillful, exuding a mature charm that dazzled her.

Was the name 'Golden Branch' derived from Tsunkun?

"Just a coincidence." The girl put on her sunglasses.

"But if Songzhi were to be a cat in his next life, I would definitely want to experience what it's like to be his owner."

Looking at the warm sunshine on the street, neither too hot nor too cold, Jun Matsue stepped on the gas.

"If I had a choice, I would still want to be an honest and law-abiding human being in my next life."

"You've never been honest and upright in this life, have you?"

Amidst the light laughter of the girls in the back seat, the black sedan smoothly drove onto the main road, speeding towards the sunny graduation ceremony.

Chapter 881 The Day Parents Gather

It takes half an hour to drive from Wakaba-cho to Haneoka-daka—the train journey takes about the same amount of time, but it's much more convenient as you don't have to transfer or wait at the station.

Stopping at the traffic lights at the intersection, Jun Matsuoka lightly tapped the steering wheel with his index finger, making a "tap-tap" sound.

His gaze drifted to the side—in the passenger seat, Mochizuki was wearing sunglasses and petting his cat.

Although the girl had a somewhat aloof "Godfather" vibe, the boy knew very well that she looked lazy and languid under her sunglasses while basking in the sun.

"Why is this red light taking so long?" Mochizuki Haruka asked, pouting.

"There are a lot of cars at this intersection, aren't there?" Jun Matsue looked at the still-flowing traffic in front of him, then glanced at the navigation on his phone.

He turned to look at the back row, "There are only two traffic lights left before we get to school."

"Okay~" Yamami Maki looked up and smiled. "Thanks for your hard work, Tsun-kun~"

"The timing is perfect." Tomatsu Yuka put down her phone—she had just checked the class group chat again after a long time.

"Quite a few people have already arrived in the class; it should be quite lively now!"

“In the class…” The green light came on, and Jun Matsue turned the steering wheel to the left, his tone filled with reminiscence.

Since the entrance exam for the University of Tokyo ended, my campus life seems to be gone forever—

Moving, dating, taking driving lessons... a month passed like this, and now he has to go back to school. The boy has a strange feeling of being in another world.

His life has entered the next stage.

But driving is the priority right now... Matsueda Jun pulled himself out of his thoughts, skillfully straightened the steering wheel, shifted gears, and accelerated.

Yamami Maki leaned over in the back row, watching his movements with great interest.

"Tsun-kun's driving skills are pretty good. He doesn't seem like someone who just got his license."

Mochizuki Haruka glanced at the boy. "Isn't this just average?"

"How could it be just average?" the senior student retorted. "I also have a driver's license, but I can't possibly be as skilled as Tsunku!"

"..." The girl touched the cat in her hand.

Of course, the eldest daughter of the Mochizuki family didn't need to take a driving test—Kurasu Yosei and Matsue were both able to drive well right away, and she thought that was the norm.

Tomatsu Yuka squeezed between the front seats and asked the boy with a smile.

"Where's Jun-kun's driver's license? I'd like to see it."

"...Have you seen it many times these past two days?"

Despite saying that, Jun Matsueda still took his wallet out of his pocket and handed it to the person in the back row.

"It's in my wallet."

"Because the photos turned out really cool~" The girl smiled as she took the wallet and opened it, and the senior student next to her also came over.

"It really is very beautiful..."

Mochizuki Haruka glanced back, then looked back at the boy beside her.

How's the new wallet going?

"Of course it's great." The boy stepped on the brakes and slowed down at the intersection, turning his head to smile at her.

"The wallet is prettier than me, the size is just right, and it doesn't bother me when I carry it with me."

He said he was turning at the intersection ahead.

The street in front of him became familiar again, and the outline of the school building stood quietly not far away. Jun Matsuoka gently exhaled.

"Get ready to get off the bus."

Because he now needs to carry more documents and cards when going out, the boy recently decided to get a proper wallet.

Without needing Matsueda Jun to choose, the four roommates quickly discussed and decided on a new wallet—by the way, the rather nice ID photo on his driver's license was the hairstyle the girls had done for him before they left that day.

Parking is not allowed in front of the school, so Jun Matsue parked his car in a nearby parking lot and opened the car door first.

The girls were a little slow in getting off the bus—they tacitly opened the mirror before getting off to make sure their outfits were flawless before getting off with peace of mind.

The road in front of the school was already getting crowded. Parents were walking into the school in suits, while the third-year students were dressed in more elaborate outfits—in addition to Western-style uniforms, boys' "Gakuran" (a type of formal dress) and girls' sailor uniforms, there were also many gorgeous kimonos, which were more vibrant than the flowers that people were holding.

"Why are there so many people carrying flowers?" Jun Matsueda blinked in surprise. "Have there been any before?"

“Of course,” Tomatsu Yuka, walking beside him, said with a smile.

"They're usually bought as gifts for friends or sweethearts. Tsun-kun was just a graduate at the graduation ceremony, so he probably didn't notice, right?"

"I remember now..." the boy said as he walked through the school gate. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why did you say that?" Mochizuki Haruka rolled her eyes at him from the other side.

"Are you asking me to deliver flowers to three, four, five, or six people?"

Jun Matsueda's gaze drifted to the sky, "Where are all these people going to send off..."

Yamami Maki, who was walking behind the three, smiled and quickened her pace to walk around to the front of the boy.

"I'll go chat with my former homeroom teacher first. See you in the auditorium later!"

See you later.

As the senior student disappeared into the crowd, Jun Matsueda's view was quickly blocked by someone reaching out.

"So what does Matsueda think?" Mochizuki Haruka stared into his eyes.

"You'll definitely get a lot of flowers today, do you want to accept them?"

In fact, one should not refuse flowers at a graduation ceremony—whether it's out of friendship or love, the person giving the flowers doesn't expect a response, but simply wants to express their heartfelt wishes.

but--

"Hmm..." The boy continued walking and thought for a while.

"How about accepting only same-sex couples?"

“Okay.” Mochizuki Haruka nodded. “That’s what I was planning anyway.”

She walked to the bottom of the teaching building and looked at the boy on the other side with dissatisfaction.

"Why is it always me and Songzhi who have to talk about these things? Don't you have any objections?"

Tomatsu Yuka smiled and greeted her friends, then stepped onto the stairs.

"Of course I believe in Tsunkun~"

Of course, while she believed it, she did care about all the things related to the graduation ceremony—flowers, buttons, group photos.

However, she knew very well that, in terms of personality, background, and initiative, Mochizuki Haruka was the most suitable person to bring up this matter...

Although I don't like Mochizuki, she's actually quite useful.

Jun Matsue stopped on the second floor—he told the girls to go to their classrooms first, while he turned into the corridor alone.

Caijiang's class was on the second floor, and the boy went straight there. After refusing the flowers and other small gifts, he went to Class 4 of the second grade, deep in the corridor—a white-haired figure was standing at the door, chatting with the girl in front of him with a smile.

"Grandma, why are you here so early?" Jun Matsue walked up to the old woman. "Was it convenient for you to come in a kimono?"

"Miss Mochizuki sent someone to pick me up, I should thank her." Hiroya Chiomi smiled at him.

The elderly woman was wearing a light, almost white, grayish-green kimono today. It had no patterns and looked very elegant—this was an outfit she usually wore on important occasions.

Cai Jiang, standing to the side, clung to the headmistress's arm, as if asserting her dominance.

"Of course it's to see me!"

The boy laughed, "At this age, do you still need to compete for attention?"

"Brother Chun makes it sound like I'm really old!"

"That's why I came to see you early." The old man smiled kindly and contentedly.

“Aya is very popular at school—when I was chatting with her just now, classmates kept coming up to talk to me.”

"After all, I'm a fairly well-known member of a band now!" Aya Miyamura proudly puffed out her chest.

“But I still can’t compare to Chun-ge—” she said, looking at the boy next to her.

"When Grandma and Songzhi go upstairs together, a whole bunch of girls will definitely surround them immediately."

"..." Jun Matsuoka's smile was somewhat awkward, while the Dean's smile seemed mischievous.

The school bell rang at just the right moment, and the elderly woman in the kimono looked towards the stairwell.

"Let's stop here for now. Xiao Chun looks very handsome today. I won't go up to your class now—we'll all be going to the auditorium later anyway, so see you there."

"I'll take you there." The boy took her arm, but she gently pushed him away.

“No need.” Hiroya Chieko’s tone was gentle yet firm.

"I'm not that old yet."

“Then be careful when going down the steps.” Jun Matsue smiled.

"My senior will go to the auditorium first, and I'll have her come find you."

The old woman smiled and nodded, then picked up her small bag and walked away. Her back view looked exceptionally graceful, carrying the air of a bygone era.

“Then I’m going back to class too~” Miyamura Aya patted her brother’s arm.

"I'm looking forward to seeing your speech as a graduate representative!"

The girl walked briskly into the classroom, but the students' curious gazes remained on the corridor. Jun Matsueda turned around unconcerned and walked upstairs.

The boy's original plan to "cool down" his interpersonal relationships in college is about to be put into practice today—the countdown to the end of high school life is coming to an end, and many people will definitely choose to be bold in front of him.

Upon entering the fourth floor, the corridor suddenly became lively again—graduates don't care about class bells.

Matsueda Jun's face warmed slightly as he greeted everyone as he walked into his classroom. A cacophony of voices immediately greeted him—

"The school's number one student is here!"

"Isn't the University of Tokyo number one?"

"The University of Tokyo is number one? How come I didn't know that?"

"The highest common score for liberal arts applicants to the University of Tokyo this year is 978, which is Matsueda-kun's score..."

The back door of the classroom immediately became crowded, and Jun Matsue struggled back to his seat and put his bag away.

"It's just the University of Tokyo. It's not like no one has ever been admitted to Haneoka High School before."

You're different—

Ken Sakamuro's height stood out in the crowd. He grinned and squeezed in front of the boys, patting the desk.

"Quickly, take out the notification letter and let me see it!"

They had been clamoring in the class group chat to see it for themselves. As Jun Matsue opened his bag, he looked past the crowd at the seat next to him.

"Didn't Tomatsu also get into the University of Tokyo? Why aren't you looking at her?"

Tomatsu Yuka, who was sitting in her seat, winked at him.

"I've already shown it to them."

"..." The boy shook his head and took out the folded admission notice from his bag.

"It's just a very simple piece of paper—"