Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"Please wait a moment, Jun-kun—I'll play for you alone after today's practice."

Jun Matsue nodded. The girl who had walked away turned around and gave him a flirtatious wink. Then, amidst another round of cheers from the girls, she walked up to the podium with a smile.

The boy watched her swaying school uniform skirt; it seemed Tomatsu quite enjoyed the feeling of having her relationship noticed and blessed by everyone.

At 4:30 p.m., the chaotic footsteps of the girls flooded into the corridor, shattering the lingering echoes that had just fallen.

Jun Matsue remained in the clubroom, standing beside Yuka Tomatsu, watching her say goodbye to each of her departing juniors.

After the last girl left the clubroom, the girl who had relaxed let out a sigh of relief. She closed the door, turned around, and smiled at the boy.

"Finally, it's time for just the two of us!"

Jun Matsue cleared space in the center of the room and moved a chair down. Tomatsu Yuka picked up her exquisite and shiny soprano saxophone, carefully wiped it clean, and then walked over to him.

"Is Jun-kun ready?" The girl blinked.

"I'm really looking forward to it." The boy smiled.

Then Tomatsu Yuka straightened her chest, leaned forward slightly, looked into her beloved's eyes and saw her reflection in them, and then played the first note.

The gentle melody is like the nonchalant tone at the beginning of the story. After the girl finishes playing the first "words," Jun Matsueda realizes that it is a song he has heard before.

Utada Hikaru's "First Love" is a well-known song in Japan.

As the emotions in the music slowly spread, familiar lyrics involuntarily surfaced in the boy's mind.

"The final kiss carried a bittersweet, heartbreaking scent."

Where will you be at this time tomorrow?

"Whom will she be thinking of this time?"

Yes, it was a sad love song, Jun Matsue thought as he looked at the girl standing in front of him.

The dim light from the window illuminated the pure white outline of the sailor uniform. Tomatsu Yuka's slender fingers danced gracefully on the gleaming gold buttons, evoking images of trickling streams or soft whispers, carrying the melancholy of a young girl's thoughts.

But the saxophone's melodious and bright tone diluted the sadness, like sincere words after careful consideration, wanting to flow down the boy's earlobe into his heart.

"You will be my eternal love, my one and only forever~"

"Until a new song plays again, the time that once stood still will continue to move forward."

I hope I have a place in your heart too~

"That way I can play the melody again and again—"

"Now and forever."

In the delicate, trembling, lingering tone, the girl blew her long and obsessive love, her profound yet innocent scheming, into a continuous, rain-laden wind, enveloping the boy in her heart.

Tomatsu Yuka put down her saxophone and looked at the boy who had stood up in front of her.

"What do you think, Chun-jun?" she asked with a sweet smile.

Matsueda Jun did not speak immediately, but instead pulled the girl into his arms, feeling her warm and soft temperature.

“I like it very much,” he said, pressing his cheek against the girl’s.

"That's good~" Tomatsu Yuka happily rubbed his earlobe, "I also put a lot of effort into my adaptation."

"...I've experienced that."

Although she was sad and heartbroken, she chose to accept it for the sake of her beloved. This was the sentiment the young girl conveyed through her performance.

"Chunjun."

"Hmm?" The boy looked up.

Tomatsu Yuka captured his lips and kissed him passionately.

A soft, damp "tsk tsk" sound echoed in the empty room. Two minutes later, the two figures, which had been pressed together, separated slightly.

Jun Matsue lowered his head slightly, and the girl wrapped her arms around his neck, her cheeks flushed with a tender pink.

"There's another place I'd like to go with Jun-kun."

The two left the brass band room, and Tomatsu Yuka took his hand and quickly led him to the third-floor restroom.

"..." Jun Matsueda looked at the girl beside him.

"No one will come to the restrooms here," Tomatsu Yuka said with a shy smile.

The girl pressed half her body against his arm, "When I'm happy, I feel a little shy, that's just the kind of person I am~"

Her thigh, beneath her skirt, rubbed against the boy's trousers. "I can't wait until Sunday."

"I just want to serve Jun-kun right now."

The boy looked at her helplessly, then was gently but firmly pulled into the girls' restroom by the girl.

After closing the wooden door of the stall, the empty bathroom was completely silent. Jun Matsue sat down on the toilet and watched as the bright pink on the face of the girl who was hugging him tightly gradually deepened.

"Wait for me a moment~" the girl whispered in his ear.

Tomatsu Yuka let go of his hand and stood up. She stared at the boy in front of her and took a hair tie out of her pocket.

She carefully and quickly tied her hair into a pure and innocent high ponytail, then lowered her head, blinked, and slowly knelt down in front of Matsueda Jun.

Her neat and dignified school uniform skirt fell over the boy's black leather shoes.

Tomatsu Tomoka looked up at her lover with deep affection.

Jun Matsue watched the girl's movements without blinking.

The sweet warmth of her lips quickly pressed against hers, and she slowly took the mouthpiece into her mouth.

The bathroom window wasn't closed properly, and the baseball team's loud slogans drifted through the campus and into the room, drowning out the even more ambiguous "chirping" sounds coming from the quiet stall.

Chapter 699 The Girl Throws the Dice

September 6th, Saturday.

Yuqiu High School's classes only last until noon. The classroom of Class 6, Grade 3 was already empty, with only a few scattered figures remaining.

Jun Matsue put down his pen and looked at the girl sitting by the window. Only the two of them remained in the last row of the classroom.

The classroom window was open, and the several rainy days since the beginning of September seemed to have genuinely lowered the temperature in Tokyo. Mochizuki Haruka was listening to music, her right hand supporting her ear and pressing down her black hair that was being blown by the wind.

The boy didn't speak, but silently stared at the girl's profile. The azure sky outside the window resembled an oil painting, and sunlight crept across the tip of her pert nose, leaving a bright outline.

Logically speaking, Mochizuki, who was focused on writing while listening to music, shouldn't have noticed his gaze. However, after two minutes, Mochizuki Haruka turned her head and glanced at the boy sideways.

Why are you staring at me?

Jun Matsuoka picked up the pen beside him and twirled it around, his smile gentle and kind.

"There are no self-study classes on Saturdays, so what is Mochizuki still doing in the classroom?"

The girl rested her chin on her hand and looked out the window, revealing his rounded head and glistening earlobes.

"Rion went to find the others; we're going to Shimokitazawa later."

"Want to go shopping? Or see a show?" the boy asked with a smile.

Mochizuki Haruka didn't answer. She just told him where she was going and that was enough. She didn't want Matsugi to push her luck.

"And you?" The girl seemed to remember something, and she turned around to take off the white earphone in her right ear.

"So I don't have to accompany Tomatsu Yuka to the brass band to show off our love today?"

Jun Matsueda glanced at his phone; the penguin avatar in his contact list hadn't replied yet.

"I'm just an outsider who's there to observe; it's definitely not appropriate for me to go every day."

The girl scoffed, "I think she's just eager to show off to the whole world."

The boy smiled and turned a page of the workbook in front of him.

Tomatsu has indeed become more willing to show off his relationship status. After all, the girl is now his real girlfriend, and of course he wants to show his happiness and joy to the people around him.

Jun Matsue was happy with this—only if Tomatsu acted sweetly enough could he possibly stimulate Mochizuki's mind and break down her defenses.

At this moment, the boys and girls sitting in the back row of the classroom were like they were having a tug-of-war, neither willing to let go first.

"So what are you still doing in the classroom?" Mochizuki Haruka glanced at the boy again.

Her expression turned cold again. "You're not planning to wait until the brass band ends and then leave with Tomatsu Yuka, are you?"

Jun Matsueda shook his head. "I'm waiting for someone too."

"Waiting for someone?" The girl frowned, and the floating ice in her eyes turned into a more vibrant snow color.

Besides Tomatsu Tomoka, who else can Matsue wait for?

Yosei Ryusei wouldn't come to school, and Maki Yamami is even further away from Haneoka...

Mochizuki Haruka pondered for a few seconds and finally came to a conclusion—

This guy is spouting sweet nothings again.

The girl's eyelashes trembled. She took off her other earphone and held it in her hand, looking at the smiling boy.

Before she could utter those aloof words of refusal, Imokawa Natsumi appeared breathlessly at the back door of Class 3-6, carrying her schoolbag.

"I'm sorry, Pine Branch! The teacher called me away!"

"It's okay." Jun Matsue stuffed his workbook and pencil case into his backpack, then stood up.

"I didn't wait long."

As he approached the girl whose chest was heaving, he turned around and waved to Mochizuki Haruka, who stood by the window with a stern face.

"I'll be going now. It might rain this afternoon, so remember to bring an umbrella, Mochizuki."

Have fun!

The girl ignored his smile and put her headphones back on. After the boy left the classroom, she glared fiercely at the closed back door.

"A scumbag who only knows how to sweet-talk!"

As he stepped onto the stairs, making way for the giggling, sexy girls going upstairs, Jun Matsueda looked at the girl who was squeezed into the corner with him.

"Why was Imokawa called away by the teacher?"

“Because I didn’t do very well in the mock exam…” Natsumi Imokawa lowered her head, staring at the staircase that was partially blocked by her chest.

"Because I've been busy editing videos, I haven't been able to prepare properly for the exam."

“Well, there’s nothing we can do about it.” Jun Matsue looked at the girl’s black hair swaying by her ear. “After all, your focus isn’t on this.”

"As long as you pass the comprehensive selection of Tokyo University of the Arts, it doesn't matter if you only get a passing score on the common exam."

“That’s right.” Natsumi Imokawa nodded vigorously, carrying her uniform bag.

"So the teacher didn't say much, she just asked me about my current preparations."

"Everything is ready, we just need the right opportunity," the boy answered for her.

“That’s right!” The girl jumped down the last step of the school building. There were only the two of them around, and her voice grew louder.

Natsumi Imokawa stretched her empty right hand towards the sky, her sailor uniform taut over her high chest, like her soaring fighting spirit.

"Sign up now!!"

After a ten-minute tram ride, the two, dressed in school uniforms and carrying uniform bags, walked out of Nishi-Ogikubo Station. They first found a ramen shop near the station to have lunch, and then crossed a traffic light to find the Suginami Nishi-Oginan Post Office on the right side of the road.

Jun Matsue knocked on the red mailbox by the door and looked at the girl beside him who was looking up at the post office sign.

Aren't you going in?

"I feel a little nervous..." Natsumi Imokawa placed one hand on her chest, her breathing becoming deeper than usual.

"No need to be nervous." The boy took the backpack from her and slung it over his shoulder.

"You've worked so hard for so long, if you still can't succeed, I'll go with you to the entrance of the Shanghai Oriental Art Center and complain with a megaphone."

The girl couldn't help but laugh. She glanced at the boy beside her, then reached out and pushed open the glass door in front of her.

"You'll get kicked out!"

Approaching the post office counter, facing the uniformed staff member with a standard smile, Natsumi Imokawa took out her cell phone from her pocket.

“Um…” she looked at the registration requirements displayed on the screen, “I need to send a ‘simple letter’ via mail, could you please give me a triangular envelope?”

"Okay, it's a request form, right?" The woman behind the counter smiled and looked at the obviously more composed young man beside her.