Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 462 Passenger
In the classroom of Class 6, Grade 2, the music fell silent for a moment as the guests sitting in the center discussed the performance that had just ended, their voices filled with excitement.

Tomatsu Yuka, standing on the podium, put down her alto saxophone—unlike the straight-tube soprano saxophone she usually used, the alto saxophone had a curved, trumpet-like tube, was larger, and of course more ornate, giving the girl holding it an elegant and composed air.

"Music that makes you want to dance!" Please check your order if you just placed it.

The girl sitting in the front row of the booth nodded vigorously, her face showing obvious satisfaction—thanks to her imaginative request, everyone was able to enjoy the performance by the boys and girls on stage, which resembled a dance.

"Does anyone else want to order?" Tomatsu Yuka asked the guests softly.

The boy sitting next to the girl raised his hand, "Could the student who played the trumpet earlier play 'Fly Me to the Moon'?"

Tomatsu Yuka looked at the trumpet player sitting in the corner of the front row. The girl nodded and gave her an "OK" sign.

So the girl stepped off the stage with her saxophone, and a straight, gleaming trumpet appeared on stage. The sound of a quiet piano began, and two seconds later, the trumpet played the first note that flew toward the moon.

The accompaniment no longer needed a drum set. Jun Matsue sat in his seat and listened for a while before walking to the bar by the window.

Sitting behind the long table, Ken Sakamuro, dressed in a bartender's uniform, gave him a smug smile. "What would you like to drink, sir?"

"Gin and Tonic."

Then Ken Sakamuro took out a bottle of Suntory non-alcoholic gin and tonic from under the table, held a glass with ice cubes on the table in one hand, raised the bottle high, and slowly tilted it. The transparent liquid flashed a silver light in the dim light and fell into the glass.

The man put two more lemon slices into the glass, pushed it towards Jun Matsueda, and bowed.

Please enjoy.

"What's this half-baked bartender pretending for?" The lamp was only enough to illuminate people's hands, and Jun Matsueda's disdainful gaze was not clear in the darkness.

Ken Sakamuro laughed, "Anyway, Tomatsu said it himself, all you have to do is pretend."

“Sakamuro-san, with her serious demeanor, really suits the bartender's uniform.” Tomatsu Tomoka said with a smile as she walked to the bar.

The girl naturally sat down next to the boy. Jun Matsue watched as her right hand rested on the table next to his wine glass, her fingers slightly bent, her knuckles somewhat pink, and her clean white nails glowing under the lamp.

"I know, the next sentence is 'It would be even better if Matsueda wore it,'" Ken Sakamuro said with self-awareness.

Tomatsu Yuka smiled, pursing her lips. "A glass of blackcurrant orange sparkling wine, please."

The boy repeated his trick, pouring a clear, pale pink liquid into the glass and finally adding a slice of orange peel.

"Thank you." Tomatsu Yuka took the glass, parted her lips slightly, and took a sip. The girl's upper lip was damp with wine, and the pinkish lips looked even more translucent under the light.

"This year's event was a great success." She turned around and looked at the nearly full seating area in the center of the room. "By the afternoon, we'll probably be lining up."

Tomatsu Yuka placed her crossed legs behind the boy's chair, and the dim light still left a dazzling white mark on her thighs. Seeing the girl's posture, Sakamuro Ken consciously went to the other side of the bar.

“It’s hard-earned money, too. You have to buy drinks and play instruments.” Jun Matsueda didn’t turn around with the girl. He leaned against the bar, sipping his non-alcoholic gin and tonic while looking at the customers sitting on the other side of the bar.

The girl in front of him blocked part of his view, but after his gaze swept over her black hair, he could still find her thin shadow leaning against the wall in the dark corner.

Senior, you still care, don't you?
Matsueda Jun felt a little irritated. He suddenly realized that he couldn't understand Yami Maki. Why did she insist on making a decision that was clearly a lose-lose situation and didn't benefit either of them?
He sensed, in another sense, the "unwavering" part beneath the girl's seemingly soft exterior.

The boy stood up, and Tomatsu Yuka wanted to get up with him, but sat down again when she noticed the end of his path.

As the boy she had been watching walked towards her, the girl hidden in the darkness felt a little flustered.

The piano music in the melodious tune began to change, becoming humorous and whimsical. Yamami Maki looked towards the side of the podium, where Mochizuki Haruka, who was playing the electronic keyboard, cast a glance at her. The girl's lips curled into an undisguised sarcasm.

Yamami Maki wanted to leave, but Matsueda Jun had already bypassed the bright areas and stood in front of her. The boy changed his cold and hard expression that he usually used on the girl these days and looked at her with a peaceful gaze.

"Would you like a drink, senior?" He pointed to the bar behind him.

"No, thank you." The girl answered after a long pause, holding up the candy in her hand somewhat weakly. "I haven't finished my apple candy yet." Of course, an apple coated in sugar doesn't go well with non-alcoholic sparkling water, something Jun Matsue had already anticipated.

He tried to reason with his senior, trying to appeal to her emotions and logic, but to no avail.

Let's wait until the girl's heart is shattered before trying to reason with her.

Just as Jun Matsueda was about to turn and leave, Sugisaki, who had just entered the room, called out to him.

"Hello, Yamami-senpai!" The boy greeted Yamami Maki, who was his senior, before looking at Matsueda Jun beside her.

"Songzhi, weren't you going to play the drums? Why are you standing in this corner?"

“It’s break time now,” Jun Matsue said, pointing to the trumpet and piano on the other side.

"When are you going on stage?" Sugisaki took his girlfriend's hand. "Keiko and I are here for you."

Sugisaki, who had a crush on Tomoka Tsutomatsuri back then, already had a girlfriend when he was forced to race against Jun Matsueda at the sports meet. Both of them had watched the performance video of the band No. 2, which is why they came together today.

"Let's wait until this song ends."

The seats were all taken, but luckily the young couple didn't mind standing. Keiko chatted with Yamami Maki next to her, while Sugisaki put his hand on Matsueda Jun's shoulder.

"Songzhi, tell me secretly, have you really fallen in love lately?"

While talking to the girl in front of her, Yamami Maki couldn't help but get distracted and started listening to the boys' conversation.

"No," Jun Matsueda shook his head without hesitation. "Can you please stop listening to those rumors?"

"It's because they all say you've been getting close to Tomatsu and Mochizuki lately," the boy said, scratching his cheek.

"I knew it! You definitely wouldn't date in high school!"

“You can’t say that.” Jun Matsueda shook his head again. “I just let things happen naturally. When my heart is moved, I will fall in love.”

He heard Yamami Maki, who was standing behind him, slow her breathing.

"Really?" Sugisaki seemed skeptical. "You can be attracted to someone else? What kind of girl do you like?"

"I don't really have any requirements," Jun Matsue smiled.

"It's enough that you can stand firmly by my side."

"Aren't Todomatsu and Mochizuki firm enough? How long have they liked you?" The boy pursed his lips.

"So maybe I'll start dating in a few days~"

Although Matsueda Jun was smiling, his tone didn't sound like he was joking, and Sugisaki's eyes widened in surprise.

"With whom? Tomatsu or Mochizuki?"

"It may sound strange of me saying this, but Tomatsu is really great, so don't let her down."

The boy in front of him started asking questions incessantly, and Jun Matsue responded with a smile, choosing the questions he was willing to answer.

He watched as the girl in his peripheral vision silently pushed open the classroom door—

Yamami Maki left without making a sound, carrying the unopened candied apple.

(End of this chapter)