Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 84 The End of September, an Autumn of Emotions
On the last day of September, Jun Matsueda was in the office of his homeroom teacher, Shoko Kominato, watching the maple trees outside the window begin to turn red.

September in Neon passes quickly.

September in China is the start of school for new students, a time of farewells, settling down, starting school, and finally reunion. For them, September is a time of leaving their homes, a time of transformation, a shift in time and space. Many memories are forced to end, and many stories are forced to begin.

Yet, September's arrival in Japan isn't a special time; it marks the middle of the school year and the awkward temperatures. September is a month of transition, a time when people wait for the harvest, for the leaves to turn yellow, for the summer heat of the Kanto Plain to dissipate, and for the year's end to brew.

"Matsueda? You're not distracted, are you?"

Matsueda Jun secretly shifted his gaze back, "Teacher Kominato is talking about the previous National Olympiad. I'm listening."

"Didn't Mr. Kashida give you the answer? Is it correct?" Kominato Shoko looked at the boy in front of her who had grown taller, and the sadness about his height gradually grew in her heart.

"The teacher said that based on the scores from the past two years, a gold medal is a no-brainer, and we might even have a chance to qualify for the international competition."

He thought to himself, if he had known earlier, he would have answered the field questions more casually, otherwise he would be in trouble if he really made it to the international competition.

If he were given another chance, Jun Matsueda would explain the red tide's color change this way: the second impact caused the death of marine life around the world, and their blood dyed the sea red...

"Well... the gold medal is basically locked in. I'll report this to the principal. The results will be announced in early October, right? The bonus should be given to you in mid-October." The teacher, who looked like the girl next door, glanced outside the corridor.

"Thank you, teacher." He felt that he could leave.

"Matsueda-san."

"Hmm?" Matsueda Jun perked up. Teacher Kominato would only call him that when he was serious.

"Teacher has always believed that you are a good child." Xiaominato Shengzi hesitated, "You need to deal with your relationship problems and don't make the girl too sad."

"But don't get yourself hurt!"

When Jun Matsueda walked out of the office, he was still recalling what Shoko Kominato said. Why did the teacher suddenly mention this?

When he saw the girl standing in the corridor, he understood why.

Mochizuki Haruka has her hair loose with bangs today, and a golden hairpin with a cat head pattern on it is pinned on her head, giving her a girl-next-door vibe and a cute everyday style.

The girl took the initiative to speak: "Auntie is awake."

Auntie has woken up, but Mochizuki Haruka is still in school. It seems that she has made a lot of progress.

"She said she would pick me up in the evening, and I want you to come with her."

After thinking for a while, Matsueda Jun nodded. The last time Mochizukihua woke up, they didn't talk much. This time, he wanted to talk to his aunt about her niece.

The topic ended, and the two walked downstairs together. When they were halfway up the stairs, Mochizuki Haruka suddenly spoke.

"Did you get a roommate recently?"

It had been a month since she asked this question, which was really beyond Jun Matsueda's expectations.

"Have you checked on her?"

The girl hesitated for a moment before nodding, "An ordinary girl, no background."

She had seen photos of Kurusu Yoshi, the girl smiling brightly beside Matsueda Jun. She knew them all, whether they were eating barbecue on a rooftop in Shinjuku or watching a show in the basement of Shibuya.

But she would rather not know.

It was difficult for Mochizuki Yao to describe how she felt when she saw those photos. It was as if her cat had stretched out its little claws and scratched her heart through the thick membrane. Even though the pain was dull, the tingling feeling could not be shaken off.

The girl really wanted to ask him, I am suffering here because of the unfairness of fate and confused by the illusions in my dreams, why can you walk with another girl and lie on her shoulder drunkenly?
why?
Is it so happy to be with her?

Can't you just look at me one more time?

Jun Matsueda stopped and turned to look at her, and the girl was caught off guard and bumped into him.

Mochizuki Yao felt incredible. Did he say it accidentally? Or could he hear my thoughts?
"Wang Yueyao, you've gone too far. Class 1's classroom is right behind you." Oh, I see.

"Feel sorry."

She turned and walked into the classroom, returning to her seat. The girls surrounded Mochizuki Haruka, chatting about their daily lives. It didn't matter if she didn't speak; the girls simply liked having her around. The princess of Class One, the aloof mascot—that was the girl's identity.

In this space that made her feel a little more at ease, Mochizuki Haruka found that it was meaningless to think about love and not love.

Because Jun Matsueda probably wouldn't choose to be with her.

Jun Matsueda waited there for a while before opening the back door of Class 1.

Mochizuki Haruka's attitude towards him seemed to be becoming more and more troublesome, so he would have to find a way to remind her later.

It’s already like this now. What if my aunt really falls asleep and never wakes up?

Jun Matsueda returned to his seat, took out the information he had obtained from Mr. Kominato, and started to think about the next competition.

Mizushima Miya on his right leaned forward and looked over him at Tomatsu Touka's seat, which was empty.

It was not until the end of lunch break that Tomatsu Tomoka returned to the classroom, and the expression on the girl's face was not relaxed.

Mizushima Miya walked to Tomatsu Tomoka's seat and squatted down, and the two began to talk in a low voice.

"Is this another confession?"

The girl nodded casually. She first glanced at the materials on Jun Matsueda's desk, then took out the textbook for the next class from the drawer.

"I really don't know what those boys were thinking. They all came to confess their love to me without caring about your feelings at all." Mizushima Miya said indignantly. She secretly glanced at Matsueda Jun next to her.

Of course he didn't react.

In fact, it is not only Tomatsu Tomoka, but also Matsueda Jun who has been receiving many girls' affection hints, intentionally or unintentionally, overtly or covertly, recently.

The reason why the boys charged towards Tomatsu Tomoka was partly because they thought they could take advantage of the opportunity, and partly because they were warm-hearted and felt so sorry for the haggard girl who had suffered a breakup that they thought she needed their care.

The girl's fragile expression is like a woman wearing plain white mourning clothes, which always arouses pity.

The girls who are interested in Matsueda Jun think this way: even Tomatsu Touka, who is known as the freshman killer, failed to express her love. Maybe Matsueda is quite unique in choosing his partner. For example, he doesn’t care about looks, or he likes people with interesting personalities?
At this time, they will feel that their hearts are extremely beautiful.

For the two parties involved, they will only think that they have added a lot of troubles to their lives.

After the afternoon class ended, Matsueda Jun followed Mochizuki Haruka, who was guarding the back door, out of the classroom. Before leaving, Mochizuki Haruka gave Tomatsu Touka a mocking look, but the girl, who was concentrating on her homework, didn't pay any attention.

After most people in the classroom had left, she picked up the bag containing the saxophone and walked towards the activity building.

The members of the wind band recently reached a consensus.

Tomatsu Tomoka's performance is becoming terrifying.

This is not to say that the level of their principal saxophone player has declined; on the contrary, her appeal is growing at an incredible rate.

Especially when practicing "Fantasy of Eternal Summer Days", almost everyone was suppressed by the emotions during the girl's solo.

Sadness, resentment, self-blame, and inability to find relief, these strong emotions even make the girls feel uncomfortable.

Standing on the stage, Yamamaki frowned as she looked at the saxophone-playing girl who was immersed in the music.

Yamami Moki didn't want to describe her juniors like this, but she really felt that way.

A musical monster is about to be born.

(End of this chapter)