Am I being simulated by their love affair?

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"Then I'll ask again next week."

Natsumi Imokawa turned and walked into the auditorium. Her medium-length black hair was blown about by the wind, revealing the delicate whiteness of her nape.

The boy watched her turn and walk into the auditorium—the girl noticed his gaze as she entered and turned to wave.

"..." Jun Matsue blinked, then continued forward while still holding the milk crate.

He thought Imokawa would be angry, but the girl remained calm and unperturbed.

It looks like a turtle or a capybara?

Jun Matsueda shook his head; she should be the cuter animal, no matter what.

As they entered the teaching building, the boys turned directly into the stairwell before the younger students in the corridor could call out to them, raising the boxes in their hands to avoid the hassle of greeting each other.

Fortunately, Imokawa didn't ask if he was free for the cultural festival, otherwise it would have been even more troublesome...

Holding the milk carton, squeezing through the crowds and clamor in the stairwell, at 11:02, Jun Matsue returned to the classroom door of Class 6, Grade 3.

The elegant sound of the violin was still flowing in the room, but unexpectedly, another bright and warm tone accompanied its melody.

"It's a saxophone," the boy blinked.

He carried the box inside, and the two girls behind the bar wearing barista aprons looked over and made way for him.

"Thank you for your hard work, Pine Branch. You can leave the rest to us!"

"Then I'll leave it to you guys." The boy put down the milk carton and stood up.

"This empty box can be folded up and placed behind the classroom door. We'll return it at noon."

Okay~

Responding to the girls' sweet smiles with a somewhat indifferent smile, Jun Matsueda stepped out from behind the bar, where Kenji Sakamuro, dressed in a butler's vest, walked towards him.

"What's going on?" He looked behind the boy and asked directly.

"Why is Tomatsu playing a duet with Mochizuki?"

"Can't the two of them play together?" Ken Sakamuro blinked blankly. "Didn't the three of you play together at our jazz bar last year?"

“It’s strange that I’m not here…” Matsueda Jun said softly, reaching out to pull Sakamuro to his side.

"Don't block my view."

As if hearing the boy's voice, the soothing saxophone music in the classroom suddenly changed its rhythm smoothly, like the hopping steps of a child—Matsueda Jun looked up, and Tomatsu Yuka, who was standing at the back of the classroom, winked at him playfully.

The saxophone continued its melodious tune without stopping, and the girl's slender fingers moved deftly over the instrument.

Unlike the small and delicate soprano saxophone she usually uses, the saxophone she has today has a curved and upward-sloping body, and its tone is warmer and softer.

The more complex and larger instruments accentuated the girl's petite and graceful figure. Her long, straight black hair was simply draped behind her, swaying lightly with the melody.

Without much embellishment, Tomomika Tomatsu's pure and beautiful temperament naturally attracts people's attention.

However, her gentle and graceful features were like tree roots, fixed on the tall and upright young man in the crowd, leaving no room for anyone else to intrude.

The girl swayed a little more, and the music she played changed accordingly.

Jun Matsue quickly recognized the melody as familiar, and the people around him began to sing along quietly.

"I love you baby~and it's quite alright~"

This is a piece that the brass band performed last year, and now Tomatsu Tomoka is playing it on her own, the purpose of which is self-evident.

Of course, it's to express love to the person you love.

Jun Matsue smiled and raised his hand to shake hers in the air as a greeting, then looked at the girl's side.

Mochizuki Haruka was playing the violin with her eyes lowered. She had tied up her long hair at some point, and her slightly curled black ponytail swayed gracefully behind her.

The girl stood exceptionally tall, revealing her slender waist and long, fair legs beneath her skirt—even while wearing a coat, her superior proportions were still the envy of others.

However, few dare to openly appreciate Mochizuki Haruka's artistic beauty, because the girl's brows always carried an unyielding and undisguised indifference that inspired awe.

It seemed that the saxophone's subtle change in key annoyed her, or perhaps the increased volume of the chorus affected her performance—in any case, the girl with her eyes downcast finally raised them, and the chorus around the back of the classroom immediately quieted down.

Mochizuki Haruka first frowned imperceptibly, then looked at the girl beside her whose tone had suddenly changed.

Noticing the tender affection in Tomatsu's eyes, oblivious to everyone else, she realized something and quickly shifted her gaze, instantly locking onto Matsueda Jun in the crowd.

The boy waved to her, but the girl haughtily looked away and instead glanced at the golden saxophone beside her, which was swaying with light spots.

"So he was busy wagging his tail at the pine branch..." Mochizuki Haruka sneered inwardly.

Her hand holding the bow quickly changed its position, and the sound of the violin became delicate and meandering, like the sensitive and timid heartbeat of a teenage girl.

Tomatsu Yuka's skirt paused slightly—in order to maintain the overall harmony of the ensemble, she had no choice but to naturally change the key along with the violin.

Mochizuki Haruka also performed a classic piece, "Just the Two of Us".

The girl made an impromptu adaptation, and the languid and delicate melody stirred up budding emotions, and the crowd began to hum along softly.

"~We can make it if we try~"

The crowd was immersed in the beautiful music, but only the girls playing the music knew the tension between them—whenever one girl's melody slowed down a little, the other girl would immediately take over the initiative.

The music oscillated between a distorted version of "I love you baby" and "Just the two of us." Before the superficial harmony crumbled, the two wisely put away their instruments and pretended to be at peace.

A round of heartfelt applause filled the classroom. The girls bowed slightly and walked out of the classroom together with Jun Matsueda, who had left the crowd a step earlier.

"What are you doing following me here?" Freed from the constraints of her violin, Mochizuki Haruka questioned her "companion" without any politeness.

"Isn't it your turn to provide accompaniment?"

“Playing in an ensemble takes too much physical effort,” Tomatsu Yuka said, stopping in front of the boy without turning her head.

"Can't I rest for a bit first?"

Jun Matsueda looked at the two people in front of him and asked, "So how did you two end up playing a duet?"

"Because my classmates want to see it~" The girl with long hair smiled sweetly.

"I was spotted by everyone shortly after I returned to the classroom. They said they wanted to see me and Mochizuki perform together, so I went up there."

"You're going to listen to what they say?" The girl with the ponytail crossed her arms and gave her a cold glance.

"It's just a commotion. I think you want to have a competition with me."

"Mochizuki-san's violin playing is really quite good~" Tomatsu Yuka smiled, "Perhaps only slightly weaker than your piano skills?"

"..." Mochizuki Haruka's delicate eyebrows trembled, and her gaze toward the person beside her grew increasingly hostile.

"Both of you played very well, and I thoroughly enjoyed listening to you." Jun Matsue reached out and stood between the two.

"You're not even playing the same instrument, so what's there to argue about?"

"I saw some hot cocoa over there at the bar, would you like me to get you two cups?"

"No need." The girl looked around the classroom, which had quieted down considerably.

"All I know is that someone should go play her incredibly good saxophone."

"Now is my time."

Tomatsu Yuka smiled, reached out to hold onto the wall, and her backward movement was somewhat playful.

"The coffee shop closes at exactly twelve o'clock, Tsun-kun, remember to come back, okay?"

She waved her little hand, turned and walked into the back door of the classroom. The melodious saxophone soon started playing again, surrounding the two people in the corridor.

Jun Matsue blinked and looked at the girl in front of him, whose expression had relaxed a little.

"So... how should we go shopping now?"

"What are you looking at?" Mochizuki Haruka rolled her eyes at him and walked straight toward the stairs.

"Go straight to a deserted place."

Chapter 753 The Moment Has Finally Arrived

At noon, Tomatsu Tomoka, who was standing at the back of the classroom, finished playing the last trembling note and put down her saxophone.

There weren't many customers left in the café, but there was still a burst of applause. The girl bowed slightly, with a gentle smile on her face.

Holding her ornate and elaborate saxophone, she sat down in a corner, carefully wiped the instrument with a cleaning cloth, and put it into its case in the corner.

With a demure stretch, Tomatsu Yuka walked towards the bar, just as the last customer of the morning was leaving the classroom with a paper cup.

"You've worked hard, Yuhua~"

Mimi Mizushima, dressed in a maid outfit, handed over a cup of hot cocoa from behind the bar, the dark brown liquid steaming enticingly.

"Thank you, Miya~" The girl smiled, took the paper cup with both hands, and carefully took a sip.

The scalding sweetness melted on her tongue, and she looked up at the rabbit doll on her friend's shoulder.

"Everyone looks beautiful in their maid outfits this time."

"Right?" Mimi Mizushima smugly shook the plush rabbit sitting on her shoulder.

"I put a lot of thought into making it sit up perfectly, and in the end I used wire to support it by attaching it to its back."

Her doll-like lower body was made by attaching embroidered fabric patches to her maid outfit—a result of the girls' custom-made work. Her colleague, the glamorous Rion, wore a maid outfit in a more glamorous style, adorned with lace.

Tomatsu Yuka leaned against the bar and glanced at the two baristas wiping the coffee machine.

"Shouldn't everyone take a rest?"

"Okay!" The girl nodded. "We'll switch classes after we're done packing. I heard there's a class downstairs selling really delicious fried noodles. I want to go try it!"

“Then…” The girl blinked and cutely held up one finger.

"Could I have another hot cocoa?"

Mizushima Miya paused for a moment, then realized what she meant and smiled.

"It's for pine branches, right? No problem!"

Five minutes later, Tomatsu Yuka, holding two cups of hot cocoa, walked briskly up to the top platform of the stairwell.

Before her was the tightly closed rooftop door, and wisps of coolness seeped out through the slightly ajar crack, but they couldn't dampen the girl's good mood—she lifted her foot and gently shook the door, making a creaking sound.

"They're here—"

A boy's voice came from the other side. Tomatsu Yuka took a step back, held the two cups of hot cocoa in front of her chest, and adjusted her expression to the cutest level.

The metal door was quickly pushed open, and the outside wind rushed in. Jun Matsueda held the door firmly with one hand, looking at the girl in front of him.

A gust of wind made Tomatsu Yuka squint slightly, her features pure and delicate. Her black hair and skirt billowed in the wind, like inky waves and billowing sails, mesmerizing to behold.

However, Jun Matsue didn't have much time to appreciate the beauty at the moment. He took the two cups of hot cocoa and used them to shield the girl from the cold wind.

"It's getting colder and colder on the rooftop. Once the temperature drops a bit more, it won't feel like a good time to eat."

"It's okay." Tomatsu Yuka followed behind him, tugging at the uniform bag on her shoulder—it contained the bento she had carefully prepared.

"Don't you remember the Edo village we visited in Hokkaido before, Jun-kun?"

No matter how cold the winter, as long as we hug each other, we'll always feel warm.

Her words were incredibly sweet, but the boy's feelings were somewhat complicated.

"Yuka... I have to apologize first."

As Jun Matsue passed by the protruding outer wall of the stairwell, he turned at the corner and looked at the girl sitting in the sheltered spot.

"Mochizuki has something to say, so today's lunch won't just be between the two of us."

Tomatsu Yuka, who was walking behind, looked up unexpectedly.

Sitting behind the corner, Mochizuki Haruka raised her hand and waved to her, the girl's upturned lips containing a wicked smile.

"We meet again."

"..." Tomatsu Yuka blinked, trying to calm herself down as quickly as possible.

"Sit down." Mochizuki Haruka patted the placemat beneath her.

She watched as the boy bent down and placed the two cups of hot cocoa in the center of the placemat.

"Two drinks for three people, seems a bit difficult to divide~"

"—These are drinks for Jun-kun and me, there's none for you."

Tomatsu Yuka sat down opposite the girl. Her tone was somewhat cold, and the decorative smile that always graced her face was blown away by the wind.