Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 45 One issue, one session, one song

"So why is Mochizuki Haruka-san here?"

The weather turned cooler, and Matsueda Jun sat on the grass for half an hour. The wind from the river kept blowing his bangs, making him squint his eyes in comfort.

Wangyue Yao let go of the grass that had been torn to pieces by her.

"The Mochizuki family is one of the organizers of this summer festival, and we also facilitated the performance of the wind band."

"You are so kind to Tomatsu and the others?" Matsueda Jun was very suspicious.

Mochizuki Haruka did not answer, because only by supporting the wind band could she sneak into the club's training camp under the name of a supervisor.

Someone on the other side of the river was skipping stones. The flat stones bounced a few times on the water and then sank to the bottom.

"Matsueda-kun." Imokawa Natsumi's weak voice came from behind.

Jun Matsueda stood up and walked back to the path along the riverbank. "We have a mission, right, Imokawa-san?"

The girl nodded, took two steps, and used Matsueda Jun's body to block Mochizuki Haruka's sight of her.

"The wind band is going backstage to prepare, and the girls can't fit their belongings, so they'd like us to look after them."

"Let's go." The tone in which Jun Matsueda greeted Natsumi Imokawa was the same as when he took the director's grandmother's big yellow dog for a walk when he was a child.

The girl followed him obediently because Mochizuki Haruka's gaze was a little unfriendly.

It was past four o'clock, and the embankment was crowded with people. Their faces were all beaming with smiles, and when they met on the path, they would greet each other and give way to each other.

Neon culture has a long-held tradition of "one encounter, one meeting." You might only encounter one encounter once in a lifetime. Do what's appropriate for the season, cherishing every moment.

Summer festivals and fireworks displays, the most romantic scenery of the Japanese summer, are the best explanation of the saying "once in a lifetime".

The grassy slopes by the river were already covered with colorful picnic mats. Matsueda Jun could see the girls from the wind band from a distance, the instruments in their hands shining with golden light.

"Then please keep our things." This was the first and only sentence Yamami Moki said to Matsueda Jun today.

The three of them sat on a large picnic mat. Mochizuki Haruka watched Tomatsu Touka walk backstage with a saxophone, and took in the girl's plump lipstick, the hint of glitter in the corners of her eyes, and the light blush on her cheeks.

Tomatsu Tomoka always puts her best foot forward when meeting Matsueda Jun, a typical example of a girl in love. Mochizuki Haruka compares herself to Tomatsu Tomoka and measures her own feelings.

Can it be considered love?

Yumi Seshita, who had arrived late, stood beside the three of them. "Eh? Why do we have one more person?"

When Mochizuki Haruka looked up at her, Yumi-chan realized that the person she shouldn't mess with had come, and quickly said, "Hahaha, Mochizuki-san, please sit wherever you want! Don't be polite!" She wiped the sweat from her forehead and sat behind the three of them.

Jun Matsueda looked around. Because they arrived early, they had the best seat to view the stage. The lawn was already covered with picnic blankets and was full of people.

“There are so many people here, it’s like garbage.”

Matsueda Jun looked up to see who was speaking. It was a girl who had already gone backstage. Matsueda Jun didn't see her face clearly, but she felt that her voice sounded familiar.

When he turned around, Natsumi Imokawa had also disappeared. He asked Haruka Mochizuki, "Did you chase Imokawa away?"

"Don't make it sound like I was the one who did all the bad things, okay?" The girl glared at him. "She ran away on her own."

After a while, Natsumi Imokawa came back with a handbag and handed the bag to Jun Matsueda.

Jun Matsueda opened it and looked inside; it was a black and white patterned yukata, a men's style. He looked up at the girl, his eyes asking her what was going on. "Department Head Tsushima said that we should wear this outfit for the interview later; it'll better suit the summer festival atmosphere. We need to make sure everything we do for the filming is done perfectly," Natsumi Imokawa stammered.

It can only be said that the position of Minister is not for nothing, and he has indeed thought it through. Jun Matsueda went to the bathroom to change his clothes, and when he came out he looked in the mirror. It fit him well, as they had similar body shapes.

Wearing a black and white yukata, Jun Matsueda walked into the colorful crowd, completely destroying the surrounding style, like a wolf among sheep. This yukata has a black background with white stripes, and the pattern is pure white branches, which resembles the cracks on a glacier. The satin texture is very high-end.

Matsueda Jun walked back to the band, absorbing everyone's attention like a black hole. However, with his yukata and his face without a smile, no one dared to approach him, so they could only secretly open their cameras to take pictures.

Mochizuki Haruka was already completely captivated by Matsueda Jun's face, and now she stared at him as he walked over and sat down.

She was silent for a long time, and finally said: "It suits you very well."

Jun Matsueda’s answer was naturally thank you.

When it was almost five o'clock, Natsumi Imokawa picked up the camera, Jun Matsueda took the microphone, and they walked backstage.

First, I asked Yamamaki Moji a few questions about the leadership of the wind band, and then I picked out a few girls who looked eager to try, and asked them about their pre-competition preparations and their feelings about going on stage. The pre-interview was over.

Matsueda Jun was quickly surrounded by girls, "Matsueda-san, this yukata suits you so well!"

“Like an entertainer!”

Jun Matsueda could only keep saying thank you and thank you.

To his surprise, Tomatsu Tomoka wasn't among the girls. Instead, she was standing far away, looking at him with bright eyes. When she noticed Matsueda Jun's gaze, she smiled at him.

Five minutes after leaving the backstage, the girls from the wind band walked onto the stage and the crowd began to cheer.

The school uniform skirt that covers the knees, the puffed collar of the sailor suit, the rosy cheeks from facing the crowd, and the full collagen that only young people have.

Who doesn't like young girls?
Tomatsu Tomoka stood in the front row, her alto saxophone delicate, elegant, and beautiful, the blue A-shaped pattern on the mouthpiece adding a touch of cuteness. No one was more suited to her instrument, more qualified to be here.

"When the Wind Shines"

The deep sound of wind instruments echoed, like a rhythm spreading from the depths of the grassland. The repetitive tones brought a message, and the people in the audience knew that the wind was coming.

Various winds blew, caressing people's cheeks. The flute and saxophone played alternately, one melodious, the other clear, lingering in the listeners' hearts.

Only a gust of wind was left, and the girls put down their instruments and looked at Tomatsu Touka in the front row. This was the solo left by Yamami Maki for the girl, and she wanted to use it to prove her strength.

The steady sound of the saxophone gradually rose, Tomatsu Tomoka's fingers pressed quickly, and her face was dyed a passionate red because of playing long notes.

The sound became higher and higher, and the pitch changed faster and faster. People unconsciously looked up and they could see the wind rushing into the sky.

When people could no longer see the wind, they knew that everything was over. Tomatsu Tomoka put down the saxophone, and the ensemble sounded again, as if to commemorate the departure of the wind.

Tomatsu Yuka doesn't care about the club leader's expectations, the club members' approval, or the audience's reaction. The girl just wants to know whether Matsueda Jun likes her solo.

She looked at the center of the stage, where Jun Matsueda was sitting, wearing a black and white yukata, with his eyes closed, immersed in the music.

Mochizuki Haruka stood in front of him, blocking Tomatsu Touka's expectant view.

Tomatsu Tomoka watched her lips move.

"Don't look at it, it's not yours."

(End of this chapter)