Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 751 Turn-to-Turn
In the dimly lit auditorium, Mochizuki Haruka on the big screen had a melancholy light in her eyes as she looked at the boy standing on the same patch of green lawn.

"Kashiwabara, what are you looking at?"

"Can't you even look at me a little longer...?"

Sitting in a corner of the audience, Jun Matsueda lowered his head, not looking at the heartbreaking sadness on the girl's face.

"I remember when we filmed this scene, Mochizuki used a lot of eye drops~"

The boy turned his head to the side, and Imokawa Natsumi stared at the screen with a relaxed and innocent expression—his pity for the screen girl was quickly shattered.

Jun Matsuoka sighed softly, took out his phone, and shielded the screen from the light to check the time.

It's almost eleven o'clock, and this young lady had been waiting for him to come home on time without saying a word.

The boy sent a message to his morning shift group, and after receiving a reply, he clicked on the aloof black cat avatar in the contact list.

"The milk at the bar is almost gone. I'll go to the cafeteria to get another case. I'll be back a little late."

Mochizuki didn't reply; she was probably still playing the violin. Matsueda Jun put away his phone and looked at the girl in the next seat who was secretly moving closer to him.

"Imokawa, I'm getting ready to leave too."

Natsumi Imokawa leaned in suddenly, her bulging shirt pressing flat against the notebook in her arms.

"So fast? The second act isn't even over yet!"

"The class is almost out of milk, I need to go to the cafeteria and get a case," the boy said confidently.

"Then I'll go with you." The girl picked up the coat that was beside her.

"As long as I'm back before the screening ends, it's fine for me to go to the cafeteria with Matsue!"

She even stood up before the boys, leaving Jun Matsueda with no choice but to follow her out of the hall from the edge.

The auditorium entrance wasn't as bustling as the teaching building across the street. The boy turned around and stepped onto the main road, walking away with his back to the noise drifting in.

"I'm here to work as a porter, not to have fun. What is Yuchuan doing following me?"

A cool breeze swept past the two of them. Imokawa Natsumi raised her arm to put on her coat, concealing the curve of her shirt being stretched out in front of her chest.

“At least I can chat with Songzhi for a while!” she said without hesitation. “It’s no fun for me to be alone in the auditorium.”

Watching the wind blow the girl's black hair behind her ears into beautiful arcs, Jun Matsue tacitly agreed to her automatic following.

As long as Imokawa doesn't get into a direct attack mode, it doesn't matter if we walk and chat together.

"Speaking of which, Imokawa must have read his own works many times. When you read them, do you feel the same emotions as the average viewer?"

“No.” Natsumi Imokawa shook her head. “It’s a regret for a creator, I suppose.”

"But I think it's also very interesting!" She took a slightly deviated step forward, naturally closing the distance between herself and the boy.

"Although I don't feel the same profound emotions as the audience, the characters and stories that exist in my heart are more real and vivid than any masterpiece I've ever seen as a viewer before..."

"Before, I could only observe the world through a screen, but now I can interact with the world through the screen and convey my thoughts to everyone—"

"Seeing them laugh and cry because of my story is truly a very fulfilling thing!"

The girl's voice was exceptionally clear and lively in the autumn wind, as happy and content as a fawn after a good meal. Jun Matsue smiled and then looked down at her.

"You can say whatever you want, but please don't tug at my sleeve, okay?"

The girl glared at him, a little aggrieved. "Didn't you always make me hold your sleeve when we were shopping before?"

The boy lowered his arm and said, "That's because you were carrying a camera on the street without looking where you were going."

What's more, Jun Matsue had no idea at the time that the guy holding his sleeve was about to confess his feelings to him.

The two quickly arrived at the cafeteria. Imokawa Natsumi stopped at the door, watching the boy go inside and then come out carrying a box of milk.

"Don't you need help with the pine branch?" The girl stretched out her arm. "Actually, I'm quite strong!"

“No need.” Jun Matsue weighed the box in his arms. “It doesn’t actually weigh much.”

He had arranged to come and move the milk with Ken Sakamuro this morning because it was his first time doing it; actually, one person would have been enough.

Despite the extra weight, the boy's steps remained steady on the way back. As he watched the auditorium gradually approaching in the distance, Imokawa Natsumi pouted her full lips.

"So, is Songzhi free this weekend?"

Jun Matsue paused, recalling the girl's expectant question from last week.

Does Imokawa really intend to ask this every week?

“…I definitely won’t be free.” The boy kept walking. “We have to continue the cultural festival tomorrow, Saturday, and Sunday… I told you about it last time.”

"You're busy all day?" Natsumi Imokawa leaned closer and asked.

Her full breasts pressed against the edge of the plastic box, creating a soft deformation at the bottom edge.

"Isn't the cultural festival supposed to end in the afternoon? There's still plenty of time in the evening!"

"...What do you plan to do with all that time in the evening?" Jun Matsue glanced at her.

"We can have dinner and watch a movie together!" Natsumi Imokawa had already planned it out. "We can also go shopping together and buy each other clothes!"

"If we hold hands and walk around like this, and hug each other a few times, we should be able to sleep together—"

"We've arrived at the auditorium." The boy stopped and called out to her, "It's time for Imokawa to go back."

"..." The girl glared at him again.

When she's thirsty, she can't get any sweet milk—that's how adorable her resentment is.

"So Songzhi is still unavailable?"

"I'm busy." Jun Matsueda shook his head.

"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 Matsueda blinked, looking at the girl in front of him whose expression had relaxed slightly.

"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."

(End of this chapter)