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"You mean, you're looking at your phone and running around the bedroom because I'm not dressed warmly enough?"

“The main problem is that too much of the body is exposed.” Jun Matsue took a step back into the bedroom and grabbed the doorknob.

"Please cover yourself up a bit more. If you keep walking around in front of me like this, I have no choice but to avoid suspicion."

After closing the bedroom door, Jun Matsueda sat at his desk and turned on the air conditioner remote.

"Perhaps I really am a genius..."

Yosei Kurusu stood in front of the boy's bedroom for a few seconds, then reached behind her back with her right hand and rolled up the hem of her clothes.

The girl lowered her head, looking at the fabric clinging to her body, which revealed her curvaceous figure.

"So even pine branches can be tempted, huh?"

After finishing her evening study session, Yamami Maki looked at the "voice call in progress" message on her phone screen. She had finished her homework relatively quickly and still had time to chat.

The girl coughed lightly twice. "This semester is almost over. What are your plans for summer vacation, Pine-e-san?"

"Tutoring my senior to become a student at the University of Tokyo?" Jun Matsueda's voice, tinged with amusement, came through the girl's earphones.

Yamami Maki laughed, "That's not what I meant. It's something that Matsueda-san wanted to do herself."

"Hmm..." the boy thought for a moment, "Let's go back to the orphanage first?"

I've found someone I like, and this is such an important thing, I have to tell Grandma Dean about it.

Chapter 322 There is nothing new under the sun

The first week of July was drawing to a close. After school on Saturday, the students of Haneoka High School did not leave the school. Most of them carried various tools and headed towards the playground.

The sports meet starts next week, so they need to use today to set up the class's training base and practice the events for the sports meet.

Jun Matsue carried a set of desks and chairs, steadily walked down the steps, and looked at the girls behind him who were working together to carry a large cardboard box.

"Are you all okay?"

"It's alright." Tomatsu Yuka smiled. "There are bandages, plasters, and tissues inside, so it's not heavy."

“Of course it’s not heavy when you lift it that high,” Mochizuki Haruka said in a muffled voice from the other side. “The weight is all on my side.”

"I'm sorry," the girl said without any apology, lowering her hands slightly.

"Be careful going down the stairs." Jun Matsue watched the two carrying the boxes, swaying as they walked down the stairs, before turning around to look at the end of the corridor, where the playground was right in front of them.

"I should have let the boys move it."

"The boys already moved it once, didn't they?" Tomatsu Yuka said, slightly out of breath, as she looked at the other students who had already walked to the playground.

"Everyone still needs to practice for the competition."

The large cardboard box was thrown to the ground with a dull thud by the exhausted girls. The two girls sat down on the cushions, simultaneously letting out a breath. They glanced at each other and then separated.

"You can rest here for a while," Jun Matsue said without putting down the table and chairs he was carrying. "I need to move them to the news department."

In addition to the rest camps for each class outside the running track, there are also work stations for several clubs, with the broadcasting department and the news department each occupying a small sunshade.

The boy put the table and chairs he was carrying on the ground and looked at the girl sitting next to him. "Are four tables and chairs enough?"

“That’s enough.” Natsumi Imokawa nodded quickly. “It’s just to give the members who need to film a break and change the batteries.”

"The power lines have been installed." The workstation is located directly below the podium, with a socket connected to a long power line for use by the broadcasting and news departments.

"Has Iokawa signed up for the sports meet?"

The girl sat next to him, chugging down water. Imokawa Natsumi shook her head. "I don't have any special skills."

Judging from the arm strength of Imokawa Tenten carrying the camera, she should be able to do things like shot put. Matsueda Jun looked at the girl's fair and tender arms under the short sleeves of her sailor uniform.

There's hardly any muscle definition; the female body is truly amazing...

"Shall I head back now?" Jun Matsue stood up. "Our class still needs to practice the relay race."

"Okay!" Natsumi Imokawa put down her water bottle. "Good luck, Matsue. I'll take lots of pictures of you."

"Oh, no, that's not right." She corrected her slip of the tongue, "Take more videos."

She needs to develop the habit of shooting more videos and fewer photos, adapt to the director's mindset as soon as possible, and pay attention to angles, framing, and color tones...

"Take pictures of other things you're interested in," the boy waved to her. "Anyway, the band will be performing in a couple of days, so you'll definitely be taking pictures of me again."

"Oh..." The girl reached out her hand in a daze and waved at the boy who had turned around.

"But pine branches are quite interesting."

Both Songzhi himself and the girls around him are quite interesting.

A few minutes earlier, Mochizuki Haruka watched Matsueda Jun's back as he approached the stage. She glanced at the girl sitting some distance away from her and spoke softly.

"Why haven't I seen you and Yamagami together much lately?"

Tomatsu Tomoka was stunned for a moment, then turned around to look at the girl. What was wrong with this girl? Instead of caring about Matsueda-san, she was concerned about herself.

"Do I have to tell you when I go out with my senior?"

"So you did meet with her after all?" Mochizuki Haruka asked indifferently as she watched the boy's back walk into the sunshade and stop in front of the girl holding a camera.

Tomatsu Yuka's expression paused for a moment, and she quickly realized that the girl was not concerned about her, but about her senior.

She thought for a moment, "I just went to a dessert shop with her after school the day before yesterday, is there a problem?"

She doesn't actually go out with her senior very often, but this frequency has been quite normal lately.

Since Jun Matsueda and Maki Yami are currently only chatting online, the two innocent individuals tacitly choose to let their relationship develop step by step.

"That's good." Mochizuki Haruka nodded. "I was just worried that your wingman might agree to provide assistance but end up doing it himself."

Although she said that, the girl did not let her guard down; her aunt had reminded her not long ago.

“I suggest you stop worrying about it.” Tomatsu Yuka turned her face to the other side again. “My senior is a very nice person. I asked her for help myself.”

Although she said that, the girl's thoughts couldn't help but wander—

In theory, even if they don't meet on weekends, the senior student still has plenty of opportunities to see Songzhi; they've been having meetings frequently during lunch breaks lately...

But you can't just look at possibilities! She gently patted her cheek. If we're talking about possibilities, then Kurusu Yosei would already be having sex with Matsueda-kun in the apartment.

Mochizuki Haruka looked at the boy walking towards her and said, "Anyway, I suggest you pay more attention to your senior."

Her tone remained indifferent, but a smile that bloomed only for her beloved appeared on her face. The girl stood up and walked towards Matsueda Jun.

"Pay more attention to your senior" means "keep a closer eye on her," which Tomatsu Yuka certainly understood.

Is this really necessary...? She got up a step later than Mochizuki Haruka and walked towards the two of them.

"Want to practice a relay race?" The boy stretched his body on the track. "I'll go borrow the baton."

"No problem!" Tomatsu Yuka said with a smile, "I'll do my best!"

They took the baton, called over Ken Sakamuro, who was also participating in the relay race, and the four of them stood by the track waiting for the class that would go first to finish practicing.

Tomatsu Yuka spotted her senior, Yamami Maki, standing under a sunshade on the other side of the track, presumably arranging tasks for her class.

The girl smiled subtly in the crowd. Seemingly noticing Tomatsu Yuka's gaze, she looked up, waved in the direction of the gaze, and her smile became brighter.

Tomatsu Yuka also raised her arm and waved. She paid attention to her senior's movements and then glanced at the boy standing next to her.

Atsumasa Matsueda was watching the runners on the track, discussing starting positions and baton exchange techniques with Ken Sakamuro, who had his arm around his shoulder.

The third-year students strode across the track, the afternoon sun casting long shadows on the playground.

"I'll increase my followers first..." the girl thought.

It's just a little more attention, and that's enough to have a clear conscience.

Chapter 323 Jun Matsueda's First Sports Meet

July 9th, Monday, is the day of the sports meet.

Jun Matsue pushed his cart into the school gate and watched groups of students walk by on the main road. The girls' usual loafers had been replaced with comfortable sneakers today.

The density of people has changed from the well-behaved and loose type in summer to the dense type of people rushing around for warmth in winter, and boys holding bicycles have to turn into side streets along the roadside.

"An unfamiliar start to the day," Jun Matsue sighed. Last year, when he was preparing to participate in the new version's event, his account was banned by a teammate.

When I arrived at the classroom, there weren't many people in Class 6. On days when there were no classes, everyone arrived early, and many had already gathered on the playground.

"Welcome to our esteemed general, Matsueda-kun!" Tomatsu Tomoka said with a smile as she walked up to him. "This is your class uniform, please change into it quickly!"

Unlike the usual white school uniform shirt, the girl handed over a blue tracksuit with black trim, setting the tone for today's battle atmosphere.

At the end of the corridor were two activity rooms, which were temporary changing rooms for boys and girls respectively. Jun Matsue turned around on the way, and the classroom of Class 4, Grade 3 was behind him.

It seemed the senior had already gone to the sports field, so he quickened his pace and opened the back door of the boys' locker room.

"Matsueda, your class's clothes seem cooler than ours!" Sugisaki, who was also changing clothes in the locker room, was a little dissatisfied.

This guy next to me used to beat me in basketball, which was one thing, but the girl I liked was his simp. Now, even my class uniform isn't as nice as his. Why is he so unfair?

Jun Matsue glanced at the magenta short-sleeved shirt with white trim in his hand. "I think your class's are pretty good too."

The girl's outfit looks pretty good.

When he returned to the classroom, Mochizuki Haruka, whom he hadn't seen before, was already sitting in her seat. The girl had changed into her class uniform, tied her hair in a high ponytail, and wore a blue and black plaid hair tie on her right wrist, giving her a more sporty and innocent look.

The girl glanced at him. "Does Songzhi like me wearing a high ponytail?"

"It's rather rare, it feels quite unusual." Jun Matsue looked to the other side, where Yuka Tomatsu was about to pick up the bottled water on the ground.

"Let me carry it." He walked up to the girl, picked up the box from the ground, and it was indeed quite heavy.

"Let's go to the playground. Do you need to bring anything else?"

"And sports drinks too." Tomatsu Yuka ran to the podium, carrying a large plastic bag containing sports drinks that looked a bit like jelly candies. These were bought with class funds, with at least one bag for each student, and extra supplies for athletes; many students had already received them.

"I can carry this myself." She glanced at the girl on the other side who had her arms crossed. She wouldn't ask this girl for help if she could manage it herself.

"Let's go to the assembly point then." Jun Matsue shouldered his box and headed towards the playground.

After handing their belongings over to their homeroom teacher, Kominato Shoko, who remained at the base, the students of Class 2-6 stood in two rows on the playground, which was usually quite empty but was now packed with people. Such a scene was rare—school-wide meetings were generally held in the gymnasium, and only sports meets were held outdoors.

On the podium, the no-longer-young woman picked up the microphone; it was the principal's turn to speak. "Although the weather is a bit hot, I'm very happy to see everyone standing here with such a positive and sunny attitude. Our school's sports meet has a long history..."

No matter where the school is, the leaders' speeches are always so long... Jun Matsue, who was standing at the front of the line, wiped the thin layer of sweat from his forehead. He was the one responsible for waving the class flag.

After the principal finished speaking, it was the turn of the physical education teachers to take the stage, followed by the athletes' oath. The students who had been standing straight began to bend their backs.

The endless speech finally came to an end, followed by the flag-raising ceremony. The Rising Sun Flag and the school flag were raised together. Jun Matsue looked at the fluttering school flag, which featured the school emblem of Haneoka—a hill decorated with flower patterns, with the shadow of a bird in the sky above, possibly the legendary "Haneoka".

"The 58th Sports Meet of Haneoka High School officially begins!"

The opening ceremony was finally coming to an end, and the students shouted excitedly. Jun Matsue raised the dark blue class flag placed in front of him and waved it fluttering in the wind.

"Are humans particularly excited when they see things flying around in the air?" Mochizuki Haruka asked, looking at the boy walking towards her, the flag he was carrying on his shoulder still fluttering in the wind.

“…This isn’t like you.” Jun Matsue walked to the front of the class camp and planted the flagpole deep into the soil.

Such eccentric remarks should have come from his roommate.

"Then how should I speak in my style?" The girl touched her neck, feeling a little uncomfortable with her exposed skin.

The boy, with a straight face, imitated her tone in a deliberately indifferent manner, saying, "Those talkative guys on stage are as annoying as cicadas in a tree."

Mochizuki Haruka smiled adorably; she had indeed thought about it when she was standing in the group of girls.

"Take a picture of me." The girl handed him her phone. "Your aunt should be up by now. Send it to her."

Jun Matsue took a few steps back. The girl in the camera stood in front of the fluttering flag. The deep blue of the flag, like the sea, replaced the color of the sky, making her appear even whiter in the sunlight.

"Let's try a different angle, facing the camera from the side, it looks better," the boy suggested.

Obediently, Mochizuki Haruka turned slightly to the side, revealing her high ponytail at the back of her head, making the girl appear even taller and more elegant.

She took back her phone and sent the photo she had just taken to her aunt, saying, "You really do like high ponytails."

"I just felt that since I changed my hairstyle, it would be better if my aunt saw it." Jun Matsueda's gaze swept around the classroom, but he didn't see the other girl.

Where is Tomatsu?

"She was called away by Kominato-sensei." Mochizuki Haruka pouted. "Tomatsu doesn't have a match this morning, so there's no need to worry about her, right?"

Jun Matsue turned around, opened the cardboard box on the ground, and took a bottle of mineral water. As the class monitor and someone who had to participate in the competitions, there were bound to be some unexpected situations during the sports meet. If the girl, who was the vice class monitor, was there, he could feel a little more at ease.

While he was taking a sip of water, the girl behind him had already been pulled away by her friends to take a group photo. Jun Matsueda glanced at his phone; his project wouldn't start forty minutes.