Am I being simulated by their love affair?

"Sorry, Kurusu doesn't speak without thinking." The boy showed an apologetic expression, but did not mean to explain.

Asai-san left the drink shop in a slightly embarrassed manner. The two watched her disappear before leaving the shop.

"Kurisu, you are indeed a genius." Matsueda Jun felt that he no longer needed Senior Yamami's help.

The girl twitched her ears again, "I am Laiqi Yangshi! The woman destined to stand at the top of Tokyo!"

"By the way, are you guys going to hold a cultural festival? Can I come and play then?" While she was waiting for Jun Matsueda in the store, she heard people in Haneda uniforms talking about this topic.

"Come on, come on." The cultural festival was originally open to outsiders, and Jun Matsueda now felt that if the girl came around the school, she could help him solve a lot of troubles.

"Don't forget to pass on my experience as a working emperor when you get home!" She did not forget the core issue.

The delicate girl, who looked like a doll, followed the boy and disappeared at the end of the road.

The phone on the table vibrated. Tomatsu Tomoka put down her pen. It was a message from an unfamiliar number.

In a picture, Jun Matsueda and a girl in fancy clothes are chatting by the window of a drink shop.

The girl immediately recalled the last time on the streets of Kichijoji, someone sent her a photo of Jun Matsueda and Haruka Mochizuki having dinner.

Regardless of whether they are the same person or not, their intentions are definitely not good. After all, no one wants to see the person they like getting close to someone of the opposite sex.

She didn't delete the message, but put down her phone and looked up at the street outside the window. The street lights were already on.

It seems that there are always some people who don't want her to be too happy.

Chapter 91 The Sound and the Fury

"I'm a little sorry I couldn't help Matsueda-san." Yamami Maki said regretfully, "Don't forget I still owe you a favor. Feel free to come to me next time you need help."

Jun Matsueda was speechless. He had really forgotten about this matter.

The girl looked at the boy as he walked into the stairs with a little dissatisfaction, sighed and returned to the classroom. She didn't like owing others things.

When Jun Matsueda returned to the corridor on the first floor, he found that there were many people gathered outside his class, and the corridor was filled with their voices.

"Hirata, don't be shy! If Tomatsu refuses to leave the classroom, you can go in. You've come this far, are you going to give up confessing?!"

"Come on, Hirata, don't let everyone down!"

A boy with a red face stood by the back door of Class 2, Grade 1. He was instigated by his classmates to come here.

Hirata paced back and forth outside the closed back door, not daring to go in. The crowd sighed in disappointment.

As Jun Matsueda walked towards them, Tomatsu Tomoka opened the back door and walked out, followed by Mizushima Miya.

"Hirata! Hirata!" The people outside the classroom started to make a commotion.

The boy with his head down had a face as red as a persimmon. He took a deep breath and was about to speak when Tomatsu Tomoka spoke first.

"Hirata-kun, huh? No need to speak. I won't accept your confession. Please don't gather outside our classroom. You're disturbing other students' lunch break."

The boy's face suddenly turned pale and his lips trembled.

"Didn't Tomatsu see how heartbroken Hirata was? It was a sincere gesture, after all. How could you ignore it? You should at least give him a chance to speak out."

I don’t know which girl said it, but everyone agreed.

Tomatsu Tomoka stopped Mizushima Miya who wanted to say something. She swept her eyes over the crowd and looked at them one by one.

"Does Hirata-san's feelings really matter to you? You just want to see him get miserably rejected by me, so you can laugh at him in your hearts and satisfy your own gloating desires, right?"

The air froze immediately, and Mizushima Miya, facing the crowd, could not feel any warmth.

There are some things that cannot be said even if you know them, otherwise everyone will lose face. She secretly admired Tomatsu Tomoka's courage, but also felt worried about her.

"Tomatsu, are you thinking too badly of everyone by saying that? We just sincerely want to wish Hirata well." The girl spoke again.

Tomatsu Tomoka looked at the girls in the crowd, her expression remaining calm.

"It's so hypocritical and disgusting."

"Hey! What do you mean?!" The boy standing next to the girl's face suddenly turned dark and he rushed to the front.

The noise of the crowd seemed to be cheering him on, but the girl just looked at him quietly, without any mockery in her eyes. However, the boy felt a nameless fire rising in his heart.

Before he could take any further action, Jun Matsueda pushed through the people in the back row and came to the front of the crowd.

"I think our vice-class monitor has just said that your behavior has affected the class's lunch break. Even if you want to confess your love and express your wishes, could you please choose a suitable time and place?"

The boy lowered his raised hand but kept talking, "We are seniors after all. Isn't it a bit too much for Tomatsu to say that?"

Matsueda Jun smiled and pointed outside the crowd, "Senior, do you think your voice isn't loud enough? It's lunchtime now."

The crowd turned their eyes and found that the windows and doors of the four classes on the first floor were open. Everyone leaned out and looked at this side with frowns. There were figures in teacher uniforms on the other side of the corridor.

The people who were waiting to watch the excitement soon dispersed. Hirata was the first to leave, and no one cared where he went.

The three of them returned to Class 2. Everyone in the class looked at them. The two girls whispered a few words before returning to their seats.

Jun Matsueda originally wanted to use this lunch break to discuss the cultural festival, but the current atmosphere was certainly not suitable, so he had to find another time.

After the afternoon class ended, Jun Matsueda went to the news department office. The director sent a message in the group that a stage summary meeting would be held.

When she opened the door to the news department, the first person she saw was a girl sitting in the corner. When Natsumi Imokawa saw Jun Matsueda, she stood up subconsciously for some reason.

Although autumn brought coolness, the girl was still wearing a sailor suit. Her chest was bulging, the neckline was stretched a little wide, and the hem of the top did not fit her body, but was some distance away from her waist.

It is this tiny distance that makes people unconsciously begin to imagine the girl's skin that may be exposed when the wind blows. If you look up at the girl from below, how shocking the picture in the sailor suit would be.

There was only Natsumi Imokawa in the room. The girl always came early so that no one would notice her when she entered, which made her feel particularly at ease.

"Why is Yuchuan standing up? Is he going to give me his seat?" He was a little confused.

Natsumi Imokawa's face turned red. She didn't know why she stood up, so she had to try hard to find an excuse.

"Um, um...would you like to sit next to me?"

The girl immediately covered her mouth after she finished speaking. She just wanted to find an excuse for why she got up inexplicably. Why would she say that?

Matsueda Jun didn't answer her and just sat down next to her, so she had to sit down too.

The room fell into silence. The girl lowered her head and looked at the elbows and trouser lines of the boy next to her out of the corner of her eye.

Some time ago, during the Grade 2 basketball game, Natsumi Imokawa was on the sidelines with her camera. She had seen the calves beneath those elegant suit pants. They would tense up when Jun Matsueda started and accelerated, revealing distinct muscle lines. When he exerted force, it reminded her of cast iron, solid and powerful.

There are also his forearms resting on the table and the abdominal muscles covered by his shirt, which are revealed when he dunks, making people intuitively think of strength and beauty.

Girls absolutely can't do that... Natsumi Imokawa remembered the action movie that she opened in the club room because of Yumi-chan's prank. The woman in the picture was pressed under the man and made female moans.

Her face turned red again, and her nostrils moved slightly, as if she could smell the non-existent sweat on Jun Matsueda.

"What are the plans for Imokawa's class cultural festival?" Looking at the silent girl beside him, Matsueda Jun decided to find a topic.

Imokawa Natsumi suddenly came back to her senses from her fantasy, "It seems like a haunted house..."

It turns out that there really is a haunted house in the cultural festival. He felt very curious and wanted to ask further questions when Tsushima Kou walked in.

"Oh, it's you two again." The minister looked at Jun Matsueda who was sitting next to the girl, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

The topic naturally changed after the senior came in. Ten minutes later, everyone arrived one after another and the meeting officially began.

Tsushima Kou showed the current filming results of each group. The News Department will screen a rough cut of the recruitment promotional video at the cultural festival to see how it gets received.

After that came the next stage of shooting assignments. As originally planned, Jun Matsueda's group was assigned to the basketball team, except that the two girls were going to shoot the women's basketball team, while he and Ko Tsushima were going to shoot the men's basketball team.

When the new grouping was announced, Natsumi Imokawa looked up at Jun Matsueda.

After the meeting, Jun Matsueda returned to the classroom and Tomatsu Tomoka was standing next to her seat, having just put down her saxophone bag.

Matsueda Jun thought of the girl standing in front of the crowd at noon, "Tomatsu-san seems to be getting a lot of attention at school lately."

The girl hummed and nodded slightly. She bent down to take the textbook from the drawer, her waterfall of black hair hanging down, obscuring her expression.

"Tomatsu-san, please be careful. If you don't handle this with caution, the gazes of bystanders could easily turn malicious."

"Thank you for your concern, Matsueda-san. I'll take care of it."

The girl stood up, pushed the hair that was scattered on her right shoulder back, and gave Matsueda Jun a calm smile.

Matsueda Jun nodded, having fulfilled his duty as a reminder. He picked up his bag and walked out of the classroom. The girl watched the profile of the man she had been deeply fascinated by disappear behind the door frame.

Tomatsu Tomoka did not leave the classroom immediately, but sat down in her seat.

The sunset outside the window added a blood-colored filter to the classroom space. A girl with long black hair sat quietly alone in the classroom. In the corner not illuminated by the sunset, darkness surged silently.

The girl touched the fortune in her pocket and said, "Be careful what you say and do, and don't let others do it." The god had told her what to do.

Chapter 92: The Storm Is Far From Over

When Jun Matsueda went up to the fourth floor, Haruka Mochizuki was already standing at the door of the unused classroom.

Jun Matsueda could only see her profile. The girl was leaning against the railing of the corridor, looking at the teaching building opposite.

Mochizuki Haruka has her hair tied into a bun today. Her black hair is tied into a full bun with a blue plaid hairband and placed high on the back of her head. The black hair on her temples hangs down from her ears, revealing the neck line that is usually covered. Her style is fresh and sweet.

Hearing the boy's footsteps, Mochizuki Haruka turned her head and looked at Matsueda Jun approaching. The breeze blew her hair to the corners of her mouth, and the girl reached out and brushed it to the side of her face.

"You came early today." Matsueda Jun walked up to her, his hands resting on the railing. There wasn't anything worth seeing in the teaching building. "What were you looking at just now?"

"You're the one who's late." She certainly wouldn't say how she watched Matsueda Jun leave the classroom and walk all the way there. "Come in quickly."

After Jun Matsueda opened the door and saw the scene in the room, he walked out again and looked at the house number to make sure he was in the right place.

"Did you do this?" He turned and looked at Wangyue Yao.

The girl walked past him and entered the classroom. "The room is too old, so I had it renovated."

Jun Matsueda walked around the room. The tables and chairs piled up in the back row were gone, and the dust on the podium and the floor was gone. There was a screen hanging in front of the blackboard, a home theater projector and CD player hanging at the back of the classroom, and a speaker in the corner.

He knocked on the thing on the wall, but there was no sound at all, as if it were some sound-absorbing material.

"You call this repackaging?"

"Stop talking nonsense. What are you watching today? Put it on quickly." The girl chose one of the two sofas in the middle of the classroom and sat down. Originally, her people had moved in a double sofa, but she ordered it to be replaced.

Jun Matsueda walked to the back of her sofa and took out the CD from the inner pocket of her coat with two fingers. It slowly fell in front of Haruka Mochizuki like an elevator.

"all".

This is a Chinese-language film with a group portrait style, telling the stories of each member of a family. The film begins with the brother-in-law's wedding and ends with the mother-in-law's funeral.

"Since the invention of film, human life has been extended at least three times."

When the young man and woman on the screen said this while sitting in a busy fast food restaurant, Mochizuki Haruka didn't take it seriously. But as she watched the story of a family and three generations being told over the slowly flowing three hours, the girl couldn't help but think of this sentence.

At the end of the film, at the mother-in-law's funeral, the second youngest child in the family read the words he wrote to his grandmother in his diary in the auditorium.

"Grandma, I'm sorry, it's not that I don't like talking to you."

"It's just that I think what I can tell you, you must have known it a long time ago, otherwise you wouldn't tell me to 'be obedient' every time."

"It's like they all said you were gone, and you didn't tell me where you went."

Mochizuki Yao thought of her aunt lying on the hospital bed. She should be undergoing a regular brain examination at this moment, and wondered what that felt like.

"So I think that must be a place we all know." The boy continued to read in a childish voice, his words with awkward pauses, perhaps because some of the words looked more complicated.

"Mother-in-law, there are so many things I don't know. So do you know what I want to do in the future?"

"I'm going to tell others things they don't know and show them things they can't see. It's going to be fun."

"Maybe one day I'll find out where you've been. Then can I ask everyone to come and see you?"

The girl felt her eyes getting hot. When she attended her aunt's funeral in the simulation, she had held similar naive thoughts. She began to believe in God, in fate, and that they would meet again in one place.

"Grandma, I miss you so much."

"Especially when I see my little cousin who doesn't have a name yet, I remember you always telling me that you're getting old."

"I really want to tell him,"

"I feel like... I'm old too."

Wang Yueyao looked at the darkening screen. The girl's face was still as calm as before the movie started, but two lines of tears finally flowed down and fell on the lapel of her school uniform, making a very light "tap" sound.

Jun Matsueda didn't look at her expression. Of course, he couldn't see clearly in the room without any light.

"Did you deliberately find this kind of movie for me to watch, to make me cry?" The girl's voice was a little hoarse after not speaking for three hours.

"I'm not that bad, am I?" He laughed and picked up the tissue on the table and handed it to her.

"You're really that bad!" Mochizuki Haruka used a scolding tone to cover up the sound of her wiping tears. Before Matsueda Jun could turn on the light, she opened the classroom door and walked out.

"Don't ask me to watch movies these two days. I need to take it easy."

Only after the girl's footsteps faded away did Matsueda Jun walk out of the classroom and lean against the railing in his old seat.