Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 205 Her Discovery
The next day, every student in Class 2 had a surprised expression on their face when they walked into the classroom.

"Why did Tomatsu-san cut his hair short?!"

The girls gathered around Tomatsu Tomoka's seat, making even more noise than the sparrows outside the window.

"Hmm, because I want to change my hairstyle?" The short-haired girl in the seat smiled shyly. "I've had long hair for so long, and I'm getting a little tired of it."

Looking at Tomatsu Tomoka's smile, some girls blushed with excitement.

"Youhua looks great with short hair! Her smile is so charming!"

"Now I also want to cut my hair short, what should I do!"

"Short hair is all about looks, you won't suit it."

The girls huddled together, twisting their bodies and playing with each other, and the boys' attention was involuntarily attracted to them.

After the crowd dispersed, Mizushima Miya walked up to Tomatsu Tomoka and picked up a strand of the girl's hair and played with it.

"Generally speaking, when a girl suddenly cuts her hair short, everyone will think of that reason, right?" She looked at the empty seat on the right; its owner had not arrived yet.

"You think too much~"

Just as the sparrows outside the window flew away, the person the girls were talking about walked in from the back door of the classroom.

Jun Matsueda hung up his schoolbag and took out the Chinese textbook for the first class from the drawer before noticing the two people's gazes.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Mizushima Miya stood next to Tomatsu Tomoka, with his hands open and placed next to the girl's head.

"Youhua cut her hair short~"

Matsueda Jun looked at the short-haired girl twice, turned back to open the textbook, and took out the exercise book to put it underneath, "Tomatsu-san has cut her hair short."

"Yes, I cut my hair short." The girl said with a smile.

The conversation between the two seemed like a formality, and Mizushima Miya held his chin and returned to his seat.

Why does it seem like Matsueda isn't surprised at all by seeing Yuka's short hair?
When the Chinese teacher walked up to the podium, the girl sitting in the back row handed the note in her hand to the boy on her left.

"Matsueda-san, would you like a gift for Valentine's Day?"

After a while, the note returned to Tomatsu Tomoka's hand under the teacher's gaze. The man on the podium was still reciting Matsuo Basho's haiku, pretending not to notice the top students' little movements.

"No, thank you."

Tomatsu Tomoka put the note in her hand into a small box in the drawer. She kept all the notes she exchanged with Matsueda Jun carefully. The girl smoothed her hair. It had been a long time since she had short hair, and she was not used to the light feeling.

As expected, things didn't go as smoothly as planned.
But the girl was not discouraged, at least she saw hope that it might come true.

It can't get any worse anyway, Tomatsu Tomoka said to herself.

Don't disturb the one I love, wait until he is willing.

We had art class this morning. Everyone sat in the art classroom writing and drawing, reminiscing about the music class last semester.

I mainly miss Mr. Guangnei who taught music.

The first-year art courses include Music 1, Fine Arts 1 and Calligraphy 1, which are taken in rotation.

“But you could also think of it this way: if we take music class in the third semester, we’ll have the shortest time to see Mr. Hirouchi, so not having music class in the third semester is actually a good thing.” Suyama scribbled on the drawing board, making the art teacher on the stage look like a gorilla.

"You are truly a genius." Jun Matsueda stared blankly at the blank drawing board in front of him. He had no talent for painting and no interest in creating his own postmodern masterpiece.

At lunchtime, Jun Matsueda took a pork chop and egg rice with soup from the cafeteria window and turned to scan the crowded seats in the hall. After wandering around the hall, his eyes finally met those of Haruka Mochizuki in the corner.

Looking at the girl's eyes, Matsueda Jun felt that if he didn't go over, something bad would definitely happen.

"I thought you would ignore me again." Mochizuki Haruka looked at the boy sitting in front of her. Matsueda Jun put down the tray in his hand and shook the kelp and tofu in the soup bowl.

"When have I ever ignored you?" Jun Matsueda took a sip of the soup first, then picked up the pork chop and took a bite. He squinted his eyes in satisfaction as he ate rice and half-solidified egg liquid.

"Yes, it was before the home economics class, when you were on the stairs." The girl twirled the fork in her hand and rolled the creamy pasta on the plate into a ball.

Jun Matsueda swallowed his rice and thought for a few seconds, "On the stairs on the third floor?"

"It seems that's the case. There were so many people around at the time, so it's normal that I didn't notice you."

"I can't do that!" Mochizuki Haruka slammed the fork in her hand on the table. Matsueda Jun lowered his head and took another bite of the pork chop, staring at the white sauce splashed on the table in front of him.

"I can always find you first in the crowd." The girl looked at the boy's bangs that drooped because he lowered his head.

"I saw you the moment you walked into the cafeteria."

"I watched you unbutton your coat, and watched those boys walk past you and pat your shoulders one by one." Mochizuki Haruka's tone was low, as if she was jealous.

"Looking at you standing in front of today's menu, struggling with what to eat for lunch, and swallowing your saliva." The corners of her mouth curled up, and her tone became a little more lively.

"I saw you standing in front of the window in a daze, and then you looked around the cafeteria and noticed my sight." The water in the girl's eyes became turbid as she looked at the bowl of rice in front of Matsueda Jun.

The fried pork chop rice is incredibly beautiful. The pork chop is a pure golden brown, each grain of the batter distinct and emitting a sizzling heat. Beneath the pork chop is an equally golden fried egg, which trembles slightly with the movement of the person, and is surrounded by overflowing red sauce. If you get close, you can smell its aroma.

Mochizuki Haruka looked at the pasta on her plate. The broken noodles were scattered all over the plate. The sauce was sticky, leaving gray and turbid marks on the surface of the plate. It looked unappetizing.

"Matsuzhi, I'm clearly getting better just like you said, so why can't I feel happy in my heart?"

"Your so-called recovery process means letting me watch you smile so happily in front of others from a distance?"

Jun Matsueda took another sip of the wakame and tofu soup and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

"Is this weird?"

"I was always by your side, inseparable from you. That would be abnormal, right?"

"We are not lovers, nor are we family. At best, we are just friends. Friends certainly won't be around you all day, and I shouldn't be the only one in your world."

It started again. Mochizuki Haruka watched the changing mouth shapes of Matsueda Jun, but couldn't hear what he said clearly.

Anyway, they are just general principles. No matter how you say it, it is right, and no matter how you refute it, you can't shake his ideas.

The girl has discovered that no matter how much the boy in front of her talks, there is only one thing he wants to do.

Let yourself and him drift away.

　I'd like to recommend a seedling to everyone.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)