Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 168 The Second Girl's Song
"Does Tomatsu-san need me help?"

The classroom was undergoing a general cleaning. The girl holding the mop passed between the two people, trying to reduce her presence and walked towards the front row of the classroom.

"Ms. Kominato asked us to leave the classroom a little later to check on the cleaning."

After hearing what Tomatsu Tomoka said, Matsueda Jun looked around the classroom. Everyone was cleaning and playing with tools, and it seemed that it would take a while to finish.

"Mr. Matsueda, are you going to work in the afternoon? You can go first, and I will check it out later." The girl said considerately.

"I'm not on duty today." He took out his cell phone and sent a message to Mochizuki Haruka, asking her not to pick him up today.

The 24th was the second day of the first round of the Winter Cup. Yuqiu Gao did not have a game, and the girl originally wanted to take him home directly.

As soon as Jun Matsueda's message was sent, it became read, and then came a call from Haruka Mochizuki. Tomatsu Tomoka watched him walk out of the classroom.

"Hey?"

On the other end of the line was the sound of a girl trying to suppress her breathing.

"Don't you need me to answer the phone today?" Wangyue Yao asked softly.

"Well, the class still needs to be cleaned, so you don't have to come pick me up, and you don't have to wait for me to eat lunch."

"Is that just the reason?"

"What else?" Matsueda Jun turned around and prepared to go back to the classroom.

"Isn't it because the quality of the ingredients for yesterday's dinner deteriorated, affecting your mood? You ate fifteen mouthfuls less of rice and nine chopsticks less of fish yesterday. You've never eaten so much less before."

"You remember all this?" Jun Matsueda returned to the balcony. The wind outside became stronger and began to blow up fallen leaves on the road.

"Of course I remember. I have counted the average number of times you eat each ingredient and each dish." The girl's originally depressed tone became high-spirited. These records were proof of her hard work.

"It's not the food; I just drank too many sports drinks while watching the game yesterday."

"So last night in Laiqi Yangshi, the TV was too loud and disturbed your sleep? I will take care of it today."

"No, no, no, it's not her fault. I slept well last night." Hearing the word "deal with" from the other end of the phone, Matsueda Jun felt the wind on the balcony was a little colder.

"You lied to me." Mochizuki Yao's voice sounded a little aggrieved. "You clearly got up twenty-three minutes early today. It's obvious that you didn't sleep well, and you weren't in a good mood after getting up."

"If you were in a good mood, you wouldn't have put just one sugar cube in your coffee this morning."

"Did you get up earlier than me today?" Jun Matsueda recalled that the girl had just come in from the balcony when he entered the kitchen.

"It doesn't matter whether I get up early or not!" the girl said in a slightly higher voice. "What matters is the pine branches!"

Mochizuki Haruka was in the bedroom of room 507, checking the location of everything Matsueda Jun had left before leaving the room, trying to find any useful information. The girl clutched her phone tightly, staring at Matsueda Jun's profile picture on the screen, and asked cautiously.

"Did I do something wrong that made you angry, so you don't want me to pick you up today?"

Matsueda Jun was silent for two seconds. "It has nothing to do with you. You don't have to think too much about it. It's just because of the cleaning. It's lunch time now, and I want you to eat lunch on time. It's that simple."

"Then why were you silent just now? Is it related to me? Can I know the reason?" the girl asked hesitantly.

"It's just because there was someone next to me just now." Matsueda Jun said with a smile, but there was no one else on the balcony except him.

"If you have any requests, or if I did something wrong that made you unhappy, you must tell me immediately, okay?"

"it is good."

Jun Matsueda hung up the phone and stared at the cat avatar for a while.

This was the first time he lied to Mochizuki Haruka since he met her.

Jun Matsueda returned to the classroom with mixed feelings. Except for the students in charge of cleaning, everyone else had left.

Tomatsu Tomoka was wiping the blackboard. The girl looked particularly cute as she stood on tiptoe and wiped the edge of the blackboard.

Half an hour later, Jun Matsueda locked the classroom door and stood by the window in the corridor with Tomoka Tomatsu, taking a last look at the classroom.

"No problem, let's go return the keys." The girl nodded. There was no one in the corridor anymore, and a girl's voice came from the stairwell, it was hard to tell if it was from the third or fourth floor, it sounded as distant as the sky.

"Matsueda-san seems to be in a bad mood after receiving the call." The girl walking beside him suddenly said.

"Really?" Matsueda Jun smiled nonchalantly, "I didn't even feel it myself."

Tomatsu Tomoka jogged two steps, turned around, stopped Matsueda Jun, and stared at his face.

"Matsueda-san hasn't acted in a while, and his acting isn't as good as it used to be."

The calm expression on Jun Matsueda's face disappeared. He raised his head, let out a long breath, and patted his face. "Maybe."

Trying to deceive Tomatsu Tomoka is a difficult task in itself.

"Since Mr. Matsueda doesn't want to say, then I won't ask." The girl remembered that she was not qualified to be a trash can, so she turned around and pushed open the office door.

There was no one in the teachers' office. The teachers were holding a final meeting. Jun Matsueda pressed the key under Shoko Kominato's lesson plan and left a note.

On the way back, the two seemed to walk slower than when they came. In the blink of an eye, the school was deserted and only the wailing of crows remained.

Matsueda Jun turned around and looked at the girl walking behind him, "Tomatsu-san, do you have something to say?"

In fact, the acting skills of these two people in front of each other are not very good.

The girl, who was walking slower and slower, finally stopped. Tomatsu Tomoka hesitated for a moment and looked at the activity building outside the window.

"The door to the wind instrument room shouldn't be locked yet."

Jun Matsueda looked at the girl sitting in front of him. The soprano saxophone was placed on Tomatsu Tomoka's legs. She put on gloves, picked up a soft cloth, and wiped the delicate tubes and buttons one by one. Her movements were so gentle that it seemed like a caress.

The black-haired girl with lowered eyes, the golden instrument on her legs, and the transparent sky behind her, the colors are as classical as an oil painting.

The reason why Jun Matsueda was here was that after answering the phone, he didn't want to go home for a while.

He needs to rethink his attitude towards Mochizuki Haruka.

"I've been practicing a new piece of music lately. Would you like to listen to it, Matsueda?"

Tomatsu Tomoka looked at Matsueda Jun, and he nodded in agreement, which was a way to relax.

The girl clicked on the accompaniment on her phone, and the high notes of the piano sounded bit by bit.

Jun Matsueda soon discovered that, like "Kikujiro's Summer", this was also a song he had heard before - "Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence".

But because of this, he is even more looking forward to Tomatsu Tomoka's performance.

The piano prelude is like falling rain and snow, which makes the listeners' memories and emotions settle together. Along with the snowflakes, the delicate and melodious sound of the soprano saxophone appears.

The sound of the saxophone is often heavy and affectionate, but Tomatsu Tomoka's soprano saxophone has a touch of girlish delicacy and softness.

It rarely snows in Tokyo during Christmas. People usually don't see the color of snow in the gloomy sky until February. However, in the band room with closed doors and windows, Matsueda Jun could clearly hear the sound of snow.

The sadness and tearing entangled in the arrangement become very faint, as transparent as the sky outside the window. The restrained saxophone is as calm as telling a story, with traces of sweetness overflowing from the chest.

Only pure blessings remain in the long outro, so beautiful and pure that it is breathtaking.

The five-minute performance, the emotions pouring out like snow, the complex waves of music, are actually just to say one thing.

"Merry Christmas, Matsueda-san."

The girl put down the saxophone and spoke to him softly.

She had originally prepared a lot for Christmas, but in the end gave up everything and only had this song left.

From now on, I will give you everything I have, returning to you all that was taken from me in the past. Oceans and mountains, spring flowers and winter snow. A brown bear that sleeps through the winter and a loyal dog that waits patiently for its master. A fairy tale with a sad ending and music so beautiful it makes you sigh.

The hand-knitted scarf in her bag was never given away.

(End of this chapter)