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Chapter 618 That's good.
On Wednesday, June 25th, Jun Matsue stood in the corridor of his classroom, facing two second-year girls.

"Senior Songzhi, are you really not going to reconsider?" one of the girls asked expectantly.

"No, thank you." The boy shook his head, a gentle smile on his face.

"Thank you for the invitation, but as a recommender, I'd have to participate in the speech with you, right?"

"I need to focus on my studies now and don't have that much time."

"Okay, I understand..." The girl nodded regretfully, then looked at him with admiration.

"Your goal is the University of Tokyo, right? I'll cheer you on!"

Jun Matsue smiled and said thank you again, and then Aya Miyamura, who was standing next to the girl, spoke up.

"I already told Hitomi-chan, there's no way Jun-nii would agree to that~"

"I thought..." the girl muttered softly, taking her arm.

"Alright, alright, you can go back now." Caijiang let go of his hand. "I'll chat with Chun-ge for a bit more and then come find you."

After the girl turned around and disappeared at the bottom of the stairs, the two people left behind looked at each other.

"Are you close to this Hitomi-chan?" Jun Matsueda loosened his collar. "I don't think I've ever heard you mention her before."

Miyamura Aya pouted, "One of the most conspicuous people in our class, the kind of social butterfly who likes to act cute."

"She probably thinks being the student council president is prestigious and glamorous, right? And since she heard you're my cousin, she dragged me here to find you."

"I see." The boy nodded. "You have to be careful when dealing with people like that, right?"

"I know," the girl waved her hand. "Let's not talk about her anymore."

Miyamura Aya shut her mouth and stared straight at the boy in front of her, while Matsueda Jun touched his cheek in bewilderment.

"Watch what I do?"

"The smile Chun-ge gave when he spoke just now was so strange." The girl looked him up and down.

Jun Matsue smiled again. "I've always been like this with people I don't know well."

“That’s not the same either.” Cai Jiang came over and circled around him. “Anyway, something’s just weird about it.”

"There's something wrong with Chun-ge!" the girl concluded.

The boy fanned himself nonchalantly, saying, "It's so hot, it's not surprising that something could go wrong."

"That's true..."

Miyamura Aya wiped the fine sweat from her neck, then suddenly pressed her face close to the boy's ear.

"Could something have happened to Tomatsu-neechan and Haruka-neechan?" the girl asked furtively, like a thief.

She still remembered when Chun asked her to be his wingman.

"You're overthinking it." Jun Matsueda's gaze passed over the girl's shoulder and looked down into the empty, stuffy corridor.

"Hurry back to the classroom. It's so hot. You need to take a nap to be refreshed."

After sending Aya-chan down the stairs, Matsueda Jun turned and walked towards his classroom. The balcony door at the end of the corridor was wide open, and the surrounding floor tiles reflected the sunlight, leaving hazy spots of light in his eyes.

Today's high temperature is 34 degrees Celsius.

Before I knew it, it was the end of June. Since Yosuke Kurusu left the apartment last Sunday, the temperature in Tokyo has been slowly but steadily rising.

Will the temperature soar to 36 or 37 degrees Celsius by the time of the sports meet?
Jun Matsue blinked hard, avoiding looking at the dazzling, shimmering golden spot of light at the end of the corridor.

The boy's frustration likely stemmed from other reasons besides the sweltering weather.

Opening the front door of the classroom and stepping into the room filled with the cool air conditioning, the students who had finished lunch had all returned—the only purpose of the cool and comfortable air conditioning was to allow them to make a lot of noise comfortably.

After closing the door, Jun Matsue walked down from the front row under the watchful eyes of the two girls.

However, he did not go straight back to his seat, but stopped next to Ken Sakamuro's seat.

"Sakamuro, did you submit your registration form for the sports meet?"

"Not yet, the deadline for submission is tomorrow." The boy chatting with the person behind him didn't turn around; he reached behind his back with his right hand and took out a form from the drawer.

"Would you like to see the pine branches?"

“I’d like to apply for a few more projects.” “…What?” Ken Sakamuro turned around hastily. “You wouldn’t listen to my advice before, why have you changed your mind now?”

"I've gained a little weight recently." Jun Matsueda rubbed his non-existent belly through his shirt. "I want to sweat more."

"..." The boy looked at his forearm, which had thin muscle lines, and propped himself up on his desk.

"Whoever made you change your mind, please thank her for me."

When Jun Matsueda returned to his seat, he was greeted by Tomoka Tomatsu's smile and an ice cream offered by Haruka Mochizuki.

"Tsun-kun was approached by a junior who is planning to run for student council president?"

"Well, I'm not very familiar with her, so I declined."

He first nodded to Tomatsu Yuka, then sat down, took the ice cream that Mochizuki Haruka handed him, and smiled at her.

If the junior who came to him was a boy, Jun Matsueda might have considered it—he no longer planned to add girls to his social circle.

"What did Matsue go to see Sakamuro Ken about just now?" Mochizuki Haruka asked, not wanting to be left out.

"I signed up for a few more events at the sports meet." The boy tore open the ice cream wrapper.

"After thinking about it, there aren't many activities after the third year, so it's better to make the sports meet more exciting and leave more memories."

"Are you planning to do well, Tsunku?" Tomatsu Yuka's eyes were filled with anticipation. "I'll be cheering you on loudly!"

"Just do your best." Jun Matsueda smiled. "Now I'm actually a little worried that it will be too hot and I might get heatstroke or something."

"I know a really good cooling patch, I'll buy a lot for Chun-jun! And make sure to get some sports drinks ready too..."

The girls in the back row were chatting animatedly, but the girl sitting by the window was silently watching the blurry sunlight filtering through the curtains onto the table.

Is it because of coming to the world of Kichiyo? Mochizuki Haruka guessed.

"Did Mochizuki also sign up for the high jump this year?"

The boy's words interrupted her thoughts. The girl turned to look at Jun Matsueda, who was biting into an ice cream cone. His bright eyes remained clear and deep.

Mochizuki Haruka nodded. "I've signed up for both the high jump and the long jump."

"I'll go and watch it then. I'll talk to Sakamuro later and ask him to avoid holding the event at the same time as the high jump and long jump." Jun Matsueda smiled.

"Will your aunt come to take photos of you this year too?"

"Mmm!" The girl's lips curled up.

Thinking of Songzhi and her aunt watching her from the sidelines during the sports meet, a hint of satisfaction appeared on her face.

Since Lai Qiyang has already been driven away, there's no need to worry about how much influence she still has with Songzhi.

It doesn't matter anyway.

At 3:30 p.m., the bell rang on time, and Tomatsu Yuka put down her pen and looked up at the boy next to her who was quickly packing his schoolbag.

"Tsun-kun has to go record today, right?"

"Yeah, so we have to hurry." Jun Matsueda stood up, carrying his schoolbag, and looked at the girl on the other side.

"I'll be going now. Be careful on your way."

Mochizuki Haruka nodded. "I'll take a car back."

Tomatsu Yuka waved politely, "See you tomorrow~"

"See you tomorrow."

The boy smiled one last time and pushed open the back door of the classroom.

The corridor I've walked through countless times today is still restless and stuffy. The sunlight has changed direction, but it's still glaring when it shines through the window.

Matsueda Jun avoided the floating golden light on the smooth floor tiles and walked towards Imokawa Natsumi's classroom, stepping on the shadows along the wall.

That's fine.

He said this to himself.

　Q: What does the brilliant sunshine mentioned several times in this article represent?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)