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"Hmm, Imokawa finished his exams a couple of days ago and is planning to post this short video online. I'd like to ask if you guys agree."

The girl blinked her beautiful eyelashes. "A whole short film? From the beginning when Tsunku and I confessed to each other, to the end when you and Miss Hana broke up?"

“…It wasn’t me, it was Hikaru Kashiwabara,” Jun Matsue corrected him after a long absence.

"Oh, oh~" Tomatsu Yuka nodded cutely.

"Of course I have no objection."

She looked up at the steps above her head, where a girl with a cold demeanor had just walked by.

"However, whether someone will have any objections is another matter."

Back in the classroom, Jun Matsueda placed the drink he had bought from the vending machine on the table and looked at the girl sitting by the window.

Mochizuki Haruka was scribbling in her notebook, one hand supporting her chin, coldly blocking all prying eyes from her.

"Looking at the moon," the boy called softly, waving his hand beside her.

"I have something to ask you."

The girl didn't move, but simply raised her eyes, her clear, dark pupils glancing to her right.

"Do you remember the short film we made for Yuchuan before? She wants to post it online now and asks if you and your aunt agree."

"..." A clear, cool voice, like spring water, finally rang out after a while.

"Should Auntie post it too?"

Jun Matsuoka nodded. "Your aunt won't show her face. Why don't you ask her if she agrees?"

Mochizuki Haruka didn't speak. She kept resting her chin on her hand and silently took out her phone with her other hand under the table.

The boy watched as her high ponytail swayed, shimmering in the sunlight streaming through the window.

"Whatever." The girl put away her phone.

"Does 'anything goes' mean 'anything goes'?" Jun Matsue asked with a smile.

Mochizuki Haruka turned her head and flicked her tied-up hair at the boy.

The boy smiled and turned to look at the clock on the classroom wall.

Everything is going smoothly; now all that's left is for Miss Idol to get permission.

At 7 p.m., Jun Matsue, having finished washing the dishes, took off his apron, walked into the living room, and went toward the girl lying on the sofa.

She sat down at the other end of the sofa and nudged the soft, white feet beside her legs.

Has Kurusu been in contact with Imagawa recently?

"Imokawa?" Kurusu Yosei sat up from the sofa. "You mean Natsumi-chan?"

"No, she rarely chats with me."

"She plans to post that short film where you had a cameo role online. Will that affect you?"

"A short film?" the girl recalled for a moment. "The one you filmed in the spring?"

The boy lowered her T-shirt, which was tucked into her waistband, and said, "We've been shooting from spring all the way to summer."

"Let me ask first~" Miss Idol typed on her phone.

"No problem!" She looked up. "Let Natsumi-chan post it quickly, I can help her retweet it~"

“She’ll probably feel embarrassed.” Jun Matsue took out his phone, and that was it, he had collected all the necessary permits.

"Everyone agrees, and Imokawa can release it at any time."

"Thank you so much!" Natsumi Imokawa replied quickly this time, "I'll send it in a couple of days."

"After I got home today, I watched the film again and felt there were still some areas that could be improved, so I need to edit it again!"

"...Don't stay up late. Anyway, there's no time limit now, so there's no rush."

"I know~"

The girl on the other end of the screen put down her phone and gently patted her face in front of the bathroom mirror.

In the mirror, her cheeks were round, her skin smooth and elastic, and the abundance of collagen was the best proof of her puberty.

After carefully examining herself in the mirror, Natsumi Imokawa walked out of the bathroom with satisfaction.

She will never stay up late again.

Dark circles under the eyes don't look good.

Chapter 732 Surrounded by Enemies, the Young Girl Feels Somewhat Restless

During Thursday's lunch break, the students of Class 6, Grade 3 had finished lunch and returned to their classrooms.

Instead of resting on the table as usual, Jun Matsue took a stack of documents and walked up to the podium.

The noise in the classroom gradually subsided, and the students who had been chatting and laughing to pass the time looked up and watched the boy pick up the chalk and write a few large characters on the blackboard.

Jun Matsuoka turned around and his gaze swept across the classroom. Those who were being looked at quickly felt the weight of his gaze and stopped what they were doing.

Like the wheels of a bulldozer rolling by, the noise from row upon row of seats was flattened out. The boy looked towards the last row—

Tomatsu Tomohana raised her pen and gave him a cute shake, as if to encourage him.

The two attended the cultural festival executive committee meeting together yesterday. The girl is currently acting as the meeting secretary and will be recording the discussion later.

As for the one sitting on the other side...

Mochizuki Haruka seemed completely oblivious to him on the podium. The girl lowered her head, pulled out her black cat-shaped cushion, closed the window tightly, and buried her head on the table—the boy could only see her shiny black hair.

Matsueda Jun coughed lightly with a sense of helplessness, raised his right hand, and forcefully knocked the blackboard behind him that read "Cultural Festival" with the back of his hand.

"The new cultural festival internship committee held a meeting with us yesterday—this year's cultural festival is still scheduled for November."

"Starting today, we third-year students will also begin preparations for the cultural festival."

The students below the stage were quiet for a moment, then erupted in unison with cheers—

"Great!"

"They've finally arrived!"

"I've been bored ever since the ball games ended!"

"The major ball games don't end until September, do they..."

The classroom suddenly erupted in noise again. The boy on the stage smiled gently, listening to similar cheers coming from Class 5 of Grade 3 next door.

Just like everyone complained before, this year's school trip for third-year students is too early, and they have been holding back for several months.

The cultural festival is the last major event of the academic year and the final celebration for third-year students before graduation.

"Alright." He tapped the podium and wrote a few words on the blackboard.

"Planning direction".

Jun Matsue turned around. "What are we going to do this year?"

A cacophony of voices erupted in the classroom again. The boy listened for a few seconds, then shook his head.

"Let's settle one issue first."

"This year, do you want to save some trouble and go play with other classes more, or do you want to focus all your efforts on your own class's projects?"

Without any discussion, the audience's response quickly became unified and resounding.

"save trouble!"

On this point, everyone shared a tacit understanding—they wanted to enjoy the final cultural festival, rather than focusing all their energy on their own classes.

The discussion quickly became more efficient, eliminating the tedious and laborious haunted houses and various small game shops that required maintenance, leaving only a few options.

"So the last thing left is the coffee shop?" Jun Matsueda tapped the podium again.

"There's not much of a better choice, is there?" The girl sitting in the front row yawned.

"Anyway, if we want to save trouble, we should just sell things—the year before last it was bread, last year it was bars, and this year it's just coffee."

"Otherwise, it'll just be some kind of research presentation." Ken Sakamuro, who was lying on the table, waved his hand. "That sounds so boring."

"Just like last year, sell some coffee drinks and then add some music."

"I support it! Wasn't the live accompaniment by Yuka, Matsueda-kun, and Mochizuki-san very popular last year?!"

"..." The boy on the podium looked at the back row.

Tomatsu Yuka put down her pen and nodded to him with a gentle smile.

Mochizuki Haruka remained quietly lying on the table, her beautiful black hair flowing down the surface like shimmering dark silk.

"Then we'll tentatively set the cultural festival project as a cafe for now. As for the specific format and division of labor, we'll discuss that later."

"Good~"

Amidst lingering whispers, Jun Matsueda stepped down from the podium. As he passed the seat by the window, he watched the sleeping girl silently retract her small hand that had been resting on the table.

"So you really couldn't sleep."

The girl with long black hair closed her eyes and put her arms under her head, ignoring his mutterings.

The boy glanced at her, then returned to his seat. Tomatsu Yuka, who was sitting next to him, handed him the notebook on the table.

"Everyone seems a bit unenthusiastic about the class activities this time."

“There’s nothing we can do about it, since we’re all third-year students.” Jun Matsueda opened his notebook, and apart from the coffee shop being the most popular choice, there was very little discussion about other projects.

"With exams and studying all day long, no one wants to put much effort into the cultural festival."

"A coffee shop is nice too~" The girl picked up her water glass and breathed on it gently, as if she were holding a steaming cup of coffee.

"Now that the weather is cold, hot cocoa and other snacks sold at the cultural festival should be quite popular."

The boy nodded and returned the notebook.

"So, do we need to add some live music to the coffee shop?" Tomatsu Yuka tilted her head and looked behind the boy.

"If needed, I can play the saxophone all by myself."

She spoke these words very softly, so that a sleeping girl wouldn't hear them.

Jun Matsueda thought for a moment, "For a coffee shop, I feel it would be better to have some music."

As for Mochizuki… he looked at the girl with her head down by the window.

You can't wake someone who's pretending to be asleep.

The first period in the afternoon was World History. While the teacher was analyzing multiple-choice questions about the Crusades on the podium, Jun Matsueda noticed that his cell phone, which he had placed in his drawer, was vibrating.

"..." The boy glanced at the middle-aged teacher with thinning hair, and then quietly reached into the drawer.

His phone is usually on silent during class, and messages that vibrate are generally important.

Looking down at the drawer, the phone screen displayed the profile picture of "Kirakira".

"Is Songzhi free after school today?"

I wonder what's wrong with Miss Idol... Jun Matsueda glanced at the podium, typed "I'm free" and sent it.

The metal casing vibrated again in his hand.

"Then I'll pick you up from school and bring you to the company!"

“The arrangement for ‘Happy End’ is complete. I’d like to hear you sing it once before I officially record it.”

So fast? Jun Matsue looked up after reading the message. Just then, the teacher was talking about the Crusades' sack of Constantinople.

"Then I'll go there by myself after school."

"No!" The phone vibrated more intensely. "Then you'll have to ride your bike to the station and wait for the tram."

"Too slow! I'd rather come pick you up directly!"

"Then you can wait for me at the door at 3:40." The boy conceded.

It seems that Kurusu is extremely excited about this new song, and doesn't even want to wait a few minutes on the way.

As the school bell rang, Jun Matsue walked out of the school building and watched the girl beside him walk towards the parking shed in the corner of the school. He silently stopped.

I'm not riding my bike today.