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Chapter 287 The Prelude to Summer is Heat

During lunch break in early June, Jun Matsuoka stood in front of the podium, the sun shining down on the campus without any obstruction, making the classroom noticeably hot.

"Matsueda-chan, turn on the air conditioner!" Rion, a gyaru sitting by the window, fanned herself with her notebook.

The white curtains offered only temporary relief from the sun, and the girl's uniform collar was undone in two places, attracting the attention of the boy at the next table.

"Does everyone want to turn on the air conditioning?" Jun Matsue asked the students in the audience.

"Yes—" The voices from below the stage were in unison. The boy on the stage walked to the door, pressed the air conditioner button on the wall, and the vent on the ceiling opened, with a buzzing sound coming from the air.

The first use of air conditioning this semester was memorable; the applause in the classroom was like wild grass growing on a lawn, celebrating the arrival of summer.

Jun Matsue smiled and said, "If any of you feel cold, you can adjust the temperature yourself later, or put on your summer vest. Just be careful not to catch a cold."

He was speaking to Mochizuki Haruka in the back row of the classroom. The girl was probably on her period today and was weakly lying on the table, her face pale.

Tomatsu Tomohana smiled and looked at the girl sitting on the other side. "Does Mochizuki-san need painkillers? I have painkillers here that girls over seven years old can take~"

“No need.” Mochizuki Haruka frowned slightly, feeling inexplicably humiliated.

The girl rested her chin on the table, staring intently at the boy on the podium, as if he were her painkiller.

Jun Matsue lowered his head and read the documents in his hand. His bangs, which had grown a little longer, fell down from his forehead. He thought absentmindedly that he should get a haircut soon.

"Starting next week, the student council election process will officially begin. By this Saturday, each class must nominate one student representative to form an election management committee. Members of the election management committee cannot be members of the student council."

When Matsueda Jun returned to his seat, Mochizuki Haruka had already closed her eyes and was sleeping peacefully, seemingly no longer in so much pain.

"Songzhi should be our class's election committee member, right?" Tomatsu Yuka took out her small pillow, ready for a nap.

The girl's afternoon nap time was irregular, generally depending on how sleepy Matsueda Jun was. Based on her understanding of boys, once all the things to do during the afternoon nap were finished, it was almost time for them to sleep.

"Probably." Jun Matsueda nodded. "Although I'll be busy again, it'll be nice to be able to see the seniors changing leadership up close."

"Seniors." Tomatsu Yuka blinked. "Is Matsueda referring to Tsushima-senpai or Maki-senpai?"

“If you’re too busy, I can help.” The girl looked at him from her pillow. “Both the band and the part-time job take up a lot of time.”

"The band is fine. We just need to coordinate the time with the others and avoid clashing with the Literature Museum."

Jun Matsue cleared the table, rested his head on his arm, and closed his eyes. The girl also tacitly buried herself in the pillow; it was nap time.

Once the boy's breathing became steady and long, Tomatsu Yuka quietly raised her face to look to the left of her seat. Matsueda Jun usually faced right when taking a nap because the sunlight on the left was more dazzling.

Thanks to this, the girl was able to quietly admire her beloved's sleeping face. Every noon, the people she was most grateful to were Ms. Kominato and the student council president; one arranged the classroom seating, and the other extended the lunch break.

The strong sunlight outside was softened by the white curtains, turning into a hazy mist in the classroom. Looking at Matsueda Jun's peaceful sleeping face, Tomatsu Yuka felt that she could relive this summer a thousand times over. The two afternoon classes passed quickly. After school, Matsueda Jun walked into the club building with two girls. Tomatsu Yuka parted ways with the two on the third floor, while Mochizuki Haruka continued upstairs with the boy.

There was no one in the practice room yet. Jun Matsue sat down in front of the drum kit to warm up his wrists, while Haruka Mochizuki skillfully turned on the metronome on the windowsill. The white drumsticks struck the drumhead, covering the sound of the mechanical pointer swinging.

He temporarily put away the drumsticks that Yami Maki gave him. Drumsticks also have a lifespan, and he should just use ordinary drumsticks for daily practice. He would bring out his senior's gift when he went on stage to perform.

Have you decided what song to perform?

The girl moved the chair to the side of the drum set and sat down facing Jun Matsueda, so she could see all of the boy's movements clearly.

"We've already decided on two songs: Mushroom Empire's 'Paranoia Parade' and AKG's 'Re:Re:'."

"Those two songs you started practicing the day before yesterday?" The four members of the band have been practicing together for a week, and Mochizuki Haruka is basically present every time, able to become the fifth member of the band as long as she picks up the keyboard.

Jun Matsueda kept moving his hands, talking to the girl while multitasking. “Paranoia Parade has a summery feel and suits Aya’s singing style. Re:Re: is more rock and roll. The guitar and bass are not very difficult, so it’s not easy to make mistakes in the first performance.”

"Someone says he's just a temporary worker, but he's actually quite dedicated." Mochizuki Haruka's eyes were fixed on Matsueda Jun, who was concentrating on his performance. Even though she had been seeing this scene for a week, the girl did not feel tired of it at all.

A focused person's charm doubles, and Mochizuki Haruka believes that this statement should be applied tenfold to drummers.

"I don't rush to end anything I've chosen to do; that's my simple value." Jun Matsueda's hand moved faster and slower, practicing open and closed rolls several times.

“I really like that,” the girl said with a smile.

The intense drumming stopped, and Jun Matsueda glanced at Haruka Mochizuki, then turned off the metronome on the windowsill. The light footsteps of the girls echoed in the corridor; the formal practice was about to begin.

By the time practice time was over, Mochizuki Haruka had already left the room. She didn't like to cooperate with others, nor did she have any interest in disturbing them. Usually, once the ensemble practice started, the girl would leave silently.

Jun Matsueda once thought she was like a ninja, but now he thinks that the girl is probably closer to the habits of a cat.

If the brass band doesn't need the saxophone to perform today, Jun Matsueda will still see Tomoka Tomatsu carrying her instrument case in the practice room. The girls in the light music club are quite welcoming to the brass band leader because the girl will occasionally leave some wagashi (Japanese sweets) and snacks, which are more appealing than the impromptu jazz music played by the saxophone and drum kit.

The election committee members for Class 2-6 were elected on Friday, and Matsueda Jun unsurprisingly received the most votes. On Monday, he was elected as the vice president at the first internal meeting of the election committee.

"In conclusion, I look forward to your guidance during the next two months of the campaign."

Jun Matsue stood on the third-floor balcony, bowing to the girl in front of him in a pretentious manner, as if they were colleagues meeting for the first time at work.

"I'm the one who needs to trouble Matsueda-san to cooperate with the student council's work."

The colors in Maki Yami's smile seemed more vibrant than usual, or perhaps the sunlight was too dazzling, causing Jun Matsueda to have an illusion.

The change of leadership is certainly something that would make a girl feel disappointed, but with Matsueda by her side, this hot summer is not so hard to bear.

(End of this chapter)