Am I being simulated by their love affair?

"I'll pay attention. Thank you for your concern, Matsueda~"

The girl's sweet smile froze. Around the corner behind Jun Matsueda, a girl in a long skirt walked quickly towards her, with liquid shaking in the glass in her hand.

"Matsueda-san, be careful!"

Realizing she was discovered, the calm-looking girl quickened her pace and splashed the liquid in her hand.

At the entrance of the Setagaya Literary Museum, the sound of a bicycle falling was heard.

Chapter 203: Clinic, Koban and Barber Shop

"You're too impulsive."

The white curtain of the clinic was drawn, and Tomatsu Tomoka was taking off her clothes behind it. The girl's body cast a vague shadow on the curtain.

"At that distance, no matter what she splashed, it would only touch my arm at most, and the contact area is not large." Jun Matsueda sighed at the curtain.

Fifteen minutes ago, when the liquid streaked through the air, Tomatsu Tomoka was already standing in front of him.

"That's because she panicked when I ran over. If I hadn't gone over, Matsueda-san might have been in trouble."

Tomatsu Tomoka's voice sounded relatively calm. The nurse behind her was checking her back without saying a word.

The girl calmly poured the liquid and ran away. In order to check the situation immediately, Jun Matsueda did not chase her.

The surveillance camera is right at the door. If the situation gets serious, she won't be able to escape.

Tomatsu Tomoka was quite clever. When she ran in front of Matsueda Jun, she had her back to the Gothic girl. Matsueda Jun looked at the coat on the chair. The back of the white cotton coat had been corroded by time on the road, leaving holes and black carbonized marks.

The girl took off her coat immediately on the spot. She was now wearing Jun Matsueda's coat.

"Are you sure you don't get any of it on your body?" Although he had already done a rough check on the spot, Matsueda Jun still couldn't help asking.

"If corrosives get on your skin, you'll feel it," the nurse behind the curtain said. "The girl must have attacked from a distance, so the contact wasn't significant; it only touched her back."

"Luckily, it was through clothing. Winter clothing is thick and plentiful, and you handled it promptly. If it were summer, while it doesn't look fatal, it would still be troublesome."

Jun Matsueda, who was sitting in the chair, breathed a sigh of relief.

The girl behind the curtain sneezed with a cute sound. She was only wearing underwear and felt a little cold.

After the examination, Tomatsu Tomoka walked out of the clinic. She had just called her mother and would be home late today.

The girl wrapped her coat tightly around her and looked at the boy next to her.

"Matsueda-san, where are we going now?"

Matsueda Jun thought for a moment and said, "Let's go back to the Literature Museum, put the bike away, and call the police."

The two people's bicycles are still at the door. Although they are definitely not in the mood to ride bicycles tonight, they still have to be parked properly. It will be troublesome if they are stolen.

He turned and walked into the clinic and picked up the tattered cotton coat.

"This is evidence, don't forget it."

On the way back to the literary museum, Jun Matsueda hung up the call to the police. The police asked a few questions and then asked him to go to the nearest police station as soon as possible to take a statement.

"Matsueda, are you cold? Should I go buy a coat and return the coat to you?" the girl asked the boy next to her who was wearing a knitted vest and shirt.

The thick coat means a lot to the two people at this moment. It not only brings warmth but also increases a sense of security.

Matsueda Jun shook his head. "It's not that cold with the clothes in my arms. Let's talk about it after we call the police."

After returning to the entrance of Setagaya Literary Museum and confirming with the security guard that the surveillance video was correct, the two of them put their bicycles back into the shed and headed to the police station.

The nearest police station was just over ten minutes' walk away. Neither of them spoke on the road, immersed in the silence of a false alarm.

"I wonder if that guy is of age?" the girl said, breaking the silence. "If he's not, it'll be very troublesome even if we call the police."

"She has registered her borrowing information and is twenty-one years old."

Turn right at the next intersection and you will see Toriyama Koban. Koban is equivalent to a police station, on duty 24 hours a day, responsible for handling local incidents.

They fell silent again as cars drove past them. The red light at the intersection turned green, making a cuckoo-like sound.

"Tomatsu." Matsueda Jun called out to the girl, "From now on, no matter what the situation is, I don't need you to stand in front of me."

Tomatsu Tomoka pretended not to hear and walked towards the intersection.

"And, thank you."

The girl's hearing returned at this time, and she turned around and smiled at him.

“I wish there were more opportunities like this.”

"It won't happen again." He walked past the girl and turned right into the street.

The policemen in the interrogation room were one tall and one short, one fat and one thin. They took turns asking many questions, including the time of the incident, whether there was surveillance, whether there was physical evidence, etc. After Matsueda Jun answered them one by one, the tall and fat policeman contacted the detective of the police station.

After the detective arrived, Matsueda Jun answered the question again.

"We'll contact you as soon as there's any further progress." The short, thin policeman escorted the two men out the door. "Please keep your phone open."

"Finally I can go home..." Tomatsu Tomoka sighed as she stood at the intersection, while Matsueda Jun was looking at her back.

The girl's hair, which was originally black, shiny and smooth and almost reached her waist, had turned into dull, withered yellow weeds at the bottom, as if it had been roasted by fire.

"Your hair." He hesitated to speak. The girl subconsciously smoothed the hair on her back before she remembered this.

"It seems I can't just go home like this." Tomatsu Tomoka gave a troubled smile.

So Jun Matsueda sat in the barber shop. He looked at the girl in front of the mirror. The older sister holding a pair of scissors stood behind Tomatsu Tomoka with a surprised expression.

"How did your hair get like this?"

Tomatsu Tomoka thought for a second, "I was playing dare with my classmates tonight and accidentally got my hair burned."

"It's such a shame to lose such beautiful hair." The woman shook her head and sighed, "If I had hair as beautiful as yours, I might not have broken up with my boyfriend."

"He liked long hair at first, so I even let it grow long. When he ditched it, I cried while cutting my hair. I was so sad."

The girl listened to the hairdresser's love story with a smile, and watched her long hair fall to the ground bit by bit in the mirror.

She cut her hair because of her lover, right?

It was almost ten o'clock when Tomatsu Tomoka finished getting her hair cut. The two walked out of the barber shop and stood under the dim street lights.

The girl standing next to Matsueda Jun leaned forward, put her hands behind her back, and shook her head. "What do you think of the new hairstyle, Matsueda-san?"

Her black hair is shoulder-length and slightly gathered at the ends, paired with freshly trimmed bangs, making her look even more pure and sweet.

"It suits you very well." He looked into Tomatsu Tomoka's eyes. The eyes of adults are full of turbidity. Once their youth is gone, they will never find their pure self again.

That is why the girl's bright and focused eyes appear so precious in the night.

Vehicles were not allowed to enter the pedestrian street, so in order to get a taxi, the two walked towards the main road.

Once again, Tomatsu Tomoka walked in front of Matsueda Jun, blocking the cold wind rushing into the intersection for the thinly dressed boy. The girl's neatly trimmed black hair swayed, leaving traces of the wind.

Tonight, he changed the way he addressed himself from Tomatsu-kun to Tomatsu.

Will there be a day when she can hear him call her Tomoka again?

"I'm not so weak that I need you to block the wind for me."

The boy walked up to Tomatsu Tomoka and stretched out his hand to hail a taxi.

"Know it."

Looking at his back, the girl smiled slightly in the night breeze.

Chapter 204 Her Discovery

The next day, every student in Class 2 had a surprised expression on their face when they walked into the classroom.

"Why did Tomatsu-san cut his hair short?!"

The girls gathered around Tomatsu Tomoka's seat, making even more noise than the sparrows outside the window.

"Well... because I want to change my hairstyle?" The short-haired girl in the seat smiled shyly, "I've had long hair for so long, I'm kind of tired of it."

Looking at Tomatsu Tomoka's smile, some girls blushed with excitement.

"Youhua looks great with short hair! Her smile is so charming!"

"Now I also want to cut my hair short, what should I do!"

"You can't do it with short hair..."

The girls huddled together, twisting their bodies and playing with each other, and the boys' attention was involuntarily attracted to them.

After the crowd dispersed, Mizushima Miya walked up to Tomatsu Tomoka and picked up a strand of the girl's hair and played with it.

"Generally speaking, when a girl suddenly cuts her hair short, everyone will think of that reason, right?" She looked at the empty seat on the right; its owner had not arrived yet.

"You think too much~"

Just as the sparrows outside the window flew away, the person the girls were talking about walked in from the back door of the classroom.

Jun Matsueda hung up his schoolbag and took out the Chinese textbook for the first class from the drawer before noticing the two people's gazes.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Mizushima Miya stood next to Tomatsu Tomoka, with his hands open and placed next to the girl's head.

"Youhua cut her hair short~"

Matsueda Jun looked at the short-haired girl twice, turned back to open the textbook, and took out the exercise book to put it underneath, "Tomatsu-san has cut her hair short."

"Yes, I cut my hair short." The girl said with a smile.

The conversation between the two seemed like a formality, and Mizushima Miya held his chin and returned to his seat.

Why does it seem like Matsueda isn't surprised at all when he sees Tomoka's short hair...

When the Chinese teacher walked up to the podium, the girl sitting in the back row handed the note in her hand to the boy on her left.

"Matsueda-san, would you like a gift for Valentine's Day?"

After a while, the note returned to Tomatsu Tomoka's hand under the teacher's gaze. The man on the podium was still reciting Matsuo Basho's haiku, pretending not to notice the top students' little movements.

"No, thank you."

Tomatsu Tomoka put the note in her hand into a small box in the drawer. She kept all the notes she exchanged with Matsueda Jun carefully. The girl smoothed her hair. It had been a long time since she had short hair, and she was not used to the light feeling.

It really didn't go so smoothly...

But the girl was not discouraged, at least she saw hope that it might come true.

It can't get any worse anyway, Tomatsu Tomoka said to herself.

Don't disturb the one I love, wait until he is willing.

We had art class this morning. Everyone sat in the art classroom writing and drawing, reminiscing about the music class last semester.

I mainly miss Mr. Guangnei who taught music.

The first-year art courses include Music 1, Fine Arts 1 and Calligraphy 1, which are taken in rotation.

"But you can also think of it this way. If we had music class in the third semester, the time we would have seen Mr. Guangnei would have been the shortest, so not having music class in the third semester is actually a good thing."

Sushan scribbled casually on the drawing board, making the art teacher on the stage look like a gorilla.

"You are truly a genius." Jun Matsueda stared blankly at the blank drawing board in front of him. He had no talent for painting and no interest in creating his own postmodern masterpiece.

At lunchtime, Jun Matsueda took a pork chop and egg rice with soup from the cafeteria window and turned to scan the crowded seats in the hall. After wandering around the hall, his eyes finally met those of Haruka Mochizuki in the corner.

Looking at the girl's eyes, Matsueda Jun felt that if he didn't go over, something bad would definitely happen.

"I thought you would ignore me again." Mochizuki Haruka looked at the boy sitting in front of her. Matsueda Jun put down the tray in his hand and shook the kelp and tofu in the soup bowl.

"When have I ever ignored you?" Jun Matsueda took a sip of the soup first, then picked up the pork chop and took a bite. He squinted his eyes in satisfaction as he ate rice and half-solidified egg liquid.

"Yes, it was before the home economics class, when you were on the stairs." The girl twirled the fork in her hand and rolled the creamy pasta on the plate into a ball.

Jun Matsueda swallowed his rice and thought for a few seconds, "On the stairs on the third floor?"

"It seems that's the case. There were so many people around at the time, so it's normal that I didn't notice you."

"I can't do that!" Mochizuki Haruka slammed the fork in her hand on the table. Matsueda Jun lowered his head and took another bite of the pork chop, staring at the white sauce splashed on the table in front of him.

"I can always find you first in the crowd." The girl looked at the boy's bangs that drooped because he lowered his head.

"I saw you the moment you walked into the cafeteria."

"I watched you unbutton your coat, and watched those boys walk past you and pat your shoulders one by one." Mochizuki Haruka's tone was low, as if she was jealous.

"Looking at you standing in front of today's menu, struggling with what to eat for lunch, and swallowing your saliva." The corners of her mouth curled up, and her tone became a little more lively.