Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 298 Some are anxious, some are exerting their efforts
"Amidst the cicadas chirping throughout Tokyo, a girl named Haruka Mochizuki created her own miracle."

"Does this kind of summary sound a bit childish?"

Matsueda Jun looked at Mochizuki Haruka, who was sleeping on the table beside him. The girl raised her head and looked at him with sleepy eyes.

"If you keep bothering me, I'll sit in your lap and sleep."

Last night, the aunt, who had regained her freedom, immediately ignored her niece's rules and dragged her to play at home until late at night, causing Mochizuki Haruka to almost be late for school today, which is why she is so sleepy now.

Mochizuki Haruka slumped back onto her desk. Matsueda Jun sighed, squatted down beside the girl, and reached out and ran his hand through her long, black hair.

He found the world history textbook he needed for the second class in the drawer, opened it, and stood it on the table to block the girl who only wanted to sleep.

Although no teacher would bother Miss Mochizuki who was daydreaming during class, Jun Matsueda felt it was necessary to conceal it for the sake of the young lady's image.

Tomatsu Yuka didn't return to the classroom until the school bell rang. She sat down in her seat, glanced at the sleeping girl on the other side, and gave Matsueda Jun an apologetic smile.

"I came back a little late because of the election. Is everything alright in class?"

Jun Matsueda shook his head. "Are you asking for a recommendation autograph?"

The girl nodded, somewhat troubled. "A few classmates I know want me to sign the recommendation form, but it seems a bit troublesome, so I'm still hesitating."

“Then you need to think it through yourself.” Jun Matsue looked at her. “There is only one person in charge of making recommendations. Usually, it is the candidate’s team. You will go out with him to campaign and give speeches.”

"Then forget it." Tomatsu Yuka took out her textbook and looked at the podium. "I aspire to be the woman behind Matsueda-san, how can I stand behind someone else?"

Mochizuki Haruka, who had been sleeping with her head buried in her arms, glanced at the girl who was spouting nonsense, and then closed her eyes again before Matsueda Jun could look at her.

The world history teacher walked onto the podium. He was the same talkative man who had previously taught Japanese history to Class 2 of the first year. His incessant chatter was particularly soothing, and Mochizuki Haruka slept soundly. When she woke up, she overheard the girl chatting with Matsueda Jun.

"Is Caijiang's band practicing today? I don't have a part-time job today, so I can go and check it out."

Tomatsu Yuka looked at the girl who was stretching and showing off her beautiful figure. Last night, Mochizuki Haruka suddenly sent her several videos of Matsueda Jun playing a solo in the off-campus practice room. It looked like they were just filmed in the afternoon, which really made her furious.

It seems I've become the only one who hasn't been to the practice room yet. How could this be?
Mochizuki Haruka yawned and walked past the two of them, her reserved steps revealing a hint of smugness.

After leaving the hospital yesterday, the girl, who had nothing to do, didn't want to go home. Fortunately, it was less than a ten-minute subway ride from the hospital to Yamami Maki's studio, so Matsueda Jun took her there to take a look.

“I would really like to practice,” Jun Matsueda said, touching the drumsticks in the drawer. “But I’m working a part-time job today.”

"Then let's wait for another opportunity." Tomatsu Yuka smiled helplessly.

Recently, due to Jun Matsueda's practice schedule, the two, who used to always work together, have started to have their part-time work hours gradually staggered. The time the girl spends alone with her crush has not only not increased, but has gradually decreased, which is why she has become a little anxious.

Is Yamami-senpai's studio still hiring? The girl thought of the senior who still had a bright smile when they talked before.

During the lunch break, the election management committee held its second meeting, which consisted of routine form collection work in preparation for the candidates' future information campaigns.

Matsueda Jun thought to himself, "This meeting was so boring, and I wasted some sleep time." Then, after the meeting ended, Yamami Maki, who was in charge of the coordination, entered the conference room. "Good afternoon~" The girl pushed open the conference room door, bringing a splash of brightness to the dull space. She waved and sat down next to Seshita Yumi and Matsueda Jun.

"You've worked hard~" Yamami Maki took out two candies from her pocket and placed them in front of them. They were matcha milk candies that had previously received high praise from Matsueda Jun.

"Thank you, senior." Jun Matsue handed her the forms on the conference table. "Could you please check the signatures of the recommenders on these application forms to see if there are any irregularities?"

The girl took the form from his hand and carefully flipped through it one by one. Yumi waited patiently for five minutes, changed her posture on the chair twice, and finally looked towards the door.

"If Yumi has something to do, you can leave now." Jun Matsueda looked at the girl sitting at the head of the table. "The inspection work doesn't really need this many people."

"Then I'll trouble you to wait here for a while, Matsushige~" Yumi nodded with a smile, patted his shoulder, and slipped out of the conference room.

So the meeting room naturally became a private space for the two of them. Yamami Maki, who deliberately slowed down, looked up and watched the boy next to her put the grass-green candy into his mouth.

"If you want some, you'll have to ask the girl for it yourself," Jun Matsue said, looking at the girl, who smiled and shook her head.

"I prefer watching Matsueda eat to eating myself now."

While her hands kept moving, Yamami Maki chatted with the boy, saying, "The student council president recently submitted an application to the school to install an ice cream vending machine."

"I didn't expect the president to be serious," Matsueda Jun said, somewhat surprised. "Everyone will definitely support him unanimously."

"It depends on whether the school is willing to pay for it." The girl looked around and leaned close to his ear as if she wanted to tell him a secret.

"But I feel like the school hasn't been short of money these past two years. Maybe in half a month we'll be able to eat ice cream in the hallways!"

The girl's breath seemed to be right next to his ear, and her thick hair fell over his shoulders, carrying a faint jasmine scent.

Yamami Maki quickly regained her posture, as if the sudden closeness between them was just an illusion.

As Jun Matsue watched her slender, white hands continue to flip through the documents, he imagined the sweet taste of a vanilla ice cream cone through the slowly shrinking candy in his mouth.

After the newly submitted application forms were checked, as the two were leaving the meeting room, the girl seemed to remember something and suddenly called out to Matsueda Jun.

"Did Matsueda tell Yuka about the favor I owe you?"

He nodded, his tone becoming a little guilty, "Can't I say this?"

Maki Yami sighed, "It's not that it's impossible, but it would be troublesome to explain to Yuuka."

"So, I still owe you a favor, but I won't tell anyone else, okay?"

The girl winked mischievously, and perhaps it was Jun Matsue's imagination, but her smile seemed somewhat ambiguous in the sunlight.

Let it remain our secret.

(End of this chapter)