Am I being simulated by their love affair?

Jun Matsueda suddenly turned around, remembering something else. "How is the school handling the bullying issue?"

"The teacher is already talking to the students who led the incident, and a disciplinary notice will be posted tomorrow."

Tomatsu Tomoka knew this matter wouldn't just end like that. Her image at school would be permanently affected, and the unexplained screenshots of her account would leave a stain on her in everyone's minds.

It doesn't matter. These are what she deserves. She did something wrong and she should pay the price.

Jun Matsueda rode his bike out of the school gate and passed by girls walking home in groups of three or four, their skirts fluttering slightly.

No matter how the temperature changes throughout the year, the lower body of girls will not change much. In a sense, this is also a unique talent of Japanese girls.

He stopped at the traffic light. Sakamuro Ken, who was waiting on the sidewalk, came over and patted his shoulder. "Why are you leaving now, Matsueda?"

"The reasons are complicated." Jun Matsueda was simply too lazy to explain.

"Speaking of which, Matsueda, would you consider participating in the winter trials? Most of the third-year seniors on the basketball team don't participate, so we're a bit short on people."

"I'm not interested." In his eyes, sports competitions are the lowest priority. They consume physical energy and the prize money is small.

"No, Songzhi, wait—"

The light turned green, and Jun Matsueda waved to him and rode off. If it were any other time, Sakamuro Ken might have considered giving chase, but he had just finished training.

The wind on the road carried the smell of fallen leaves, and the windows of the vans on the roadside reflected the dim light of the setting sun, shining on his face.

Autumn is often a vibrant yellow, and even someone as energetic as Jun Matsueda often finds himself drowsy in the afternoons. The classroom windows, like the yellow glow of a roadside van, cast a magical, forgetful, sleepy glow.

If the amnesia light in "Men in Black" really existed, he believed it must be made by collecting autumn sunlight.

Turning into the small road from the coffee shop at the intersection, one can see the green trees beside the apartment building. Matsueda Jun successfully escaped from the range of the yellow magic of autumn.

Yamami Maki sat by the window of a coffee shop, comforting Asai-san, who was heartbroken after a breakup. The girl was staring blankly at the sunset outside the window, while the senior sitting across from her was devouring her parfait in grief.

A boy on a bicycle quickly passed by Yamamiya Mochi.

"Hey, is that Matsueda-san?" the girl said subconsciously.

"Don't mention pine branches in front of me!" The senior looked up from her parfait, tears in her eyes. "Whenever I mention him, I think of what that girl said. It makes me so angry!"

"Yes, yes..." Yamamiya Maki comforted her senior for a while before taking out her cell phone.

Does Matsueda-san live near Musashino Mori Coffee?

The girl subconsciously typed this sentence in the dialog box, and deleted it immediately after she came to her senses.

What is she thinking...

Jun Matsueda pushed open the door of the apartment and saw Kurusu Yoshi dancing in the living room. The girl was wearing a vest and shorts, with a slender waist and long legs swinging in the air.

"We're resuming activities tomorrow?"

Kurusu Yoshi raised his swan neck and nodded, "My video about arguing with my seniors went viral in the region a few days ago. During this period of suspension, my fan base has actually increased instead of decreased."

"Now, everyone is waiting for my grand comeback!"

She raised one leg high and held it with both hands, doing a standing split.

"Congratulations." Matsueda Jun clapped his hands emotionlessly. "Can you do your splits the other way?"

The girl made a V sign to him with both hands, turned around with her waist, and her tender white thighs disappeared from sight.

To celebrate the girl's comeback, Jun Matsueda made today's dinner, making mixed fried rice with leftovers from the refrigerator and leftover rice.

"So you're the one who puts soy sauce in fried rice." The girl looked at him with a strange look, "I'm the one who puts salt in fried rice."

"Seeing a white piece of fried rice makes you lose your appetite, okay?" Matsueda Jun ignored her protest, "If you don't like it, you can cook it yourself."

Kurusu Yoshi had no choice but to eat heartily to vent his anger. "Is your school's cultural festival coming up soon?"

Jun Matsueda took a sip of the milk in the glass. This was bought by the thrifty idol lady when the supermarket was selling near-expiry food two days ago.

"It's this weekend, and we'll start intensive preparations in the next two days."

"Ah—that's great! I didn't even finish high school, but I was shooting for a magazine cover during the school's cultural festival. I've never experienced that before..."

Although it was said back then, it actually happened less than two years ago.

"Didn't you decide to drop out of school? And didn't you say you wanted to come to the cultural festival? Have you changed your mind?"

"No, I'm just reminding you not to forget." The girl giggled, "You must show me around your school. I want to see everything, including the classrooms, classmates, and clubs!"

"I know, I know." He drank the milk in the cup.

When I bring Lai Qi Yang Shi to the cultural festival, I wonder how other people will react?

As everyone knows, rookies are the natural enemies of experts, and scheming people are the natural enemies of twisted women. He believes that brainless girls are the natural enemies of twisted women.

Jun Matsueda suddenly felt a little more excited about the cultural festival.

Chapter 104 The wasted time

On Friday afternoon, after lunch, the classroom began to become lively. Everyone was decorating the classroom for the cultural festival that would begin tomorrow.

But Jun Matsueda had to leave temporarily. He entrusted the class affairs to Tomoka Tomatsu and walked towards the second activity room on the third floor.

Today is the day when tutoring for the biology competition begins.

He still knocked on the door first, and after the woman's gentle voice said "Come in", Jun Matsueda walked into the classroom.

The serious man with glasses was no longer sitting at the podium, but a kind female teacher who was squinting her eyes and observing him.

"Matsueda-san, huh?" The woman smiled at him.

"Hello, teacher." He greeted respectfully and handed over the registration form.

"Matsueda-san, try to bring back another gold medal~"

Jun Matsueda didn't dare to respond to this. He could only give the teacher a humble smile and walk to the back of the classroom.

Because he had to arrange the classroom layout, Matsueda Jun arrived a little late, and many people were already sitting in the classroom. This time, Tsushima Kou was not there, so he had to find a seat on his own.

However, he discovered another familiar figure.

Yamami Maki waved to him from the corner, Matsueda Jun walked over, and the girl patted the seat next to her.

"Isn't senior sitting with the others?" Based on the girl's connections in school, she shouldn't be sitting alone in the corner.

"This is my first time signing up for the competition. Many of the students who participated have been here since they were freshmen, and they all have acquaintances," she whispered.

This is a lie.

In fact, the instructor of this competition was Yamami Matsukori's homeroom teacher. The teacher mentioned to her when she was about to register that Matsueda Jun would also participate.

While preparing for the cultural festival, the girl chatted with Tsushima Kou, who was also the vice chairman, and he told her the story of Matsueda Jun in the activity classroom.

Yamami Maki just wanted to replicate Tsushima Kou's experience. She also wanted to be by Matsueda Jun's side and watch him become a legend in this classroom again.

Other people in the classroom were also secretly observing him. Recently, there was a rumor that Jun Matsueda planned to participate in all five major competitions.

If Jun Matsueda himself heard this, he might laugh out loud. Participating in five major competitions in three years of high school is something that even a master of time management cannot do.

He is not a genius.

"Sister Yamami, is this teacher easy to talk to?"

Yamamiya Maki nodded excitedly. Was he really going to repeat what he had done during the geography tutoring?

After the first tutoring get out of class, Jun Matsueda walked up to the podium under the girl's expectant gaze, and the attention of the whole classroom was quietly focused on him.

Before he could say anything, the teacher spoke first, "My style is not as responsible as Mr. Kashida, supervising you all day long."

"I know some students were persuaded by their homeroom teachers to sign up. The biology competition itself is the lowest in status among the five major competitions, so I understand that."

"So if there are students who don't want to listen, or are particularly capable and want to learn on their own," the smiling woman glanced at Matsueda Jun when she said this, "I allow it. Just don't come in and out of the classroom at will during my class."

Someone in the audience was secretly clapping. It seemed that they were persuaded by the class teacher to sign up.

So, with Yamami Matsukiri looking a little disappointed, Matsueda Jun said goodbye to the teacher and left the classroom.

The teaching building is no longer as quiet and orderly as usual. The corridors are piled with empty desks and chairs from classrooms, as well as various plastic boards and paints used to transform the space.

As he walked down the stairwell, he could hear noisy sounds even from the fourth floor - this was the last campus entertainment activity for the third-year students.

When Matsueda Jun returned to the first floor, the windows of Class 1's classroom had already been covered with black cloth. Through the gaps, he could see small rooms built with plastic sheets inside. The ceiling was decorated with white lights decorated with stars. It seemed that Class 1's fortune-telling room did not intend to use the classroom lights.

"Matsueda-kun, you are not allowed to peek in advance." The hot girl Rion poked her head out from the front door of the classroom.

So he averted his gaze and prepared to pass by without looking sideways, but Liyin came out and grabbed him, closing the classroom door.

"Is anything wrong, Rion-san?"

The hot girl looked around and whispered to him, "It's not me who has problems, it's Wangyueqin who has problems."

"She's been in a bad mood again recently. Did you dump her?"

Matsueda Jun shook his head. "She has her own things to worry about. It has nothing to do with me."

"Okay, okay." The girl originally wanted to test what her good friend was worried about, but Matsueda Jun didn't intend to reveal it, so she had to give up.

Someone in the classroom was calling her, and Hot Girl made a face at him and slipped back.

Before Jun Matsueda returned to his class, he could see students from Class 4 not far down the corridor. They were pressing bloody handprints on the outer wall of the classroom, and some had already covered themselves with white cloth and dressed up as ghosts.

"Matsueda-san isn't coming in?" Tomatsu Tomoka was looking at him from the podium. The girl was holding wood grain stickers in her hand. They were turning all the remaining tabletops in the classroom into rustic wood grain.

"I'm looking at other classes, and it feels like we're still lacking some uniqueness."

Jun Matsueda originally planned to just do it casually, and left things like the renovation style of the classroom to Tomatsu Tomoka, and he didn't ask a single question.

But now seeing how excited everyone was, he suddenly regretted not being more serious.

"It doesn't matter. The dessert shop was chosen by everyone's vote. We don't need a standout style. As long as the desserts are delicious and sell well, that's all that matters."

The girl comforted Matsueda Jun, and he nodded. Class 2 was confident in this regard, as they had the most baking club members among the first-year classes.

"And it'll be fun once we finish decorating everything!"

Jun Matsueda walked into the classroom, picked up the wallpaper on the floor, and started to help after asking. While he was putting up the wallpaper, he listened to Tomatsu Tomoka's decoration plan.

"We will first renovate the entire classroom with wood, then move the podium to the window side facing the corridor. The corridor window will be converted into a window for selling desserts, and awnings will be installed on the windows outside to create a French feel."

"We've also borrowed potted plants from the gardening department. Sakamuro and the others will be bringing them over soon. We'll have plants on the floor, on the tables, and even in the air. The tables will be lined up around the walls and filled with bread, pudding, and egg tarts. The middle of the classroom will be for customers to walk through, and the space between the tables and the wall will be our staff passage. What do you think, Matsueda?"

Jun Matsueda and Mizushima Miya beside him clapped their hands, and the girl's face turned red.

"From style planning to space arrangement and communication with the gardening department, Yuhua did it all by herself!" Mizushima Miya took credit for her good friend.

“It’s also inseparable from everyone’s support.”

The girl smiled shyly. She consulted with her classmates in the baking department about the purchase of materials and the selection of goods. She spent several nights contacting merchants to inquire about prices and finalize them. Her public opinion storm had not completely passed. Some people rolled their eyes at her when she communicated with the gardening department, but she did not say anything about it.

Tomatsu Tomoka likes Matsueda Jun, not because he can share the hardships, but because when the girl thinks of him, no matter how hard the life is, her heart will taste sweet.

It was with this feeling in mind that Tomatsu Tomoka wanted to turn the classroom into a small house filled with a fresh atmosphere and selling sweet things.

"Then I have to help out a bit." Matsueda Jun looked around and saw that everyone was already setting up the classroom. "Are the Sakamuro guys still moving potted plants over at the gardening department? I'll go over and help them."

Jun Matsueda left the classroom and walked towards the activity building. When he passed Class 3, he heard the sound of dice.

I heard their class was planning to open a casino, and the monitor of Class 3 was a genius. When he submitted the application, he wrote it was about promoting anti-gambling, otherwise the committee wouldn't have approved the proposal.

When passing Class 4, a girl wearing a devil mask bumped into his arms.

"No, sorry!" Natsumi Imokawa lifted the mask on her face and found that it was Jun Matsueda. Her face turned even redder. "This mask, Yumi-chan and the others just asked me to try it on..."

The girl didn't move in his arms, perhaps because she had no strength or was scared. Matsueda Jun had to hold her shoulders and push her away.

"Is Ikawa going to be a ghost and scare people? That seems a bit difficult."

Imokawa Natsumi shook his head. "I'll be responsible for taking Polaroid photos of the customers being frightened."

"It's a job that really suits you." Matsueda Jun laughed twice. "I have something to do in the Gardening Department, so I'll be leaving now. I'll come experience your class's haunted house."

The girl watched his back disappear around the corner, still savoring the touch of that moment.

"Matsueda-san's body is so hard..."

Before reaching the Horticulture Club's office, I saw Ken Sakamuro and his group on the stairs halfway up.

"Matsueda arrived just in time, come and help!" Sakamuro Ken and Suyama from the table in front shouted with difficulty, followed by boys holding potted plants.

"Didn't you say we were moving potted plants?" Matsueda Jun's eyes widened. "Why did you bring a tree as well?"

He quickly went over to take Sushan's hand. This guy who only knew how to do cloud fitness all day had no strength at all. Sakamuro Ken on the other side breathed a sigh of relief.

"A tree in a pot is still a pot, okay?" Sakamuro said irritably. "After this staircase, you can use a cart to carry it. Hold on, pine branches!"

The two of them made it downstairs safely and placed the tree on the cart. "Tomatsu-san said the tree should be placed in the middle of the classroom and we could hang some decorations on it."