Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 92 The Buzz and the Disturbance

"I'm a little sorry I couldn't help Matsueda-san." Yamami Maki said regretfully, "Don't forget I still owe you a favor. Feel free to come to me next time you need help."

Jun Matsueda was speechless. He had really forgotten about this matter.

The girl looked at the boy as he walked into the stairs with a little dissatisfaction, sighed and returned to the classroom. She didn't like owing others things.

When Jun Matsueda returned to the corridor on the first floor, he found that there were many people gathered outside his class, and the corridor was filled with their voices.

"Hirata, don't be shy! If Tomatsu refuses to leave the classroom, you can go in. You've come this far, are you going to give up confessing?!"

"Come on, Hirata, don't let everyone down!"

A boy with a red face stood by the back door of Class 2, Grade 1. He was instigated by his classmates to come here.

Hirata paced back and forth outside the closed back door, not daring to go in. The crowd sighed in disappointment.

As Jun Matsueda walked towards them, Tomatsu Tomoka opened the back door and walked out, followed by Mizushima Miya.

"Hirata! Hirata!" The people outside the classroom started to make a commotion.

The boy with his head down had a face as red as a persimmon. He took a deep breath and was about to speak when Tomatsu Tomoka spoke first.

"Hirata-kun, huh? No need to speak. I won't accept your confession. Please don't gather outside our classroom. You're disturbing other students' lunch break."

The boy's face suddenly turned pale and his lips trembled.

"Didn't Tomatsu see how heartbroken Hirata was? It was a sincere gesture, after all. How could you ignore it? You should at least give him a chance to speak out."

I don’t know which girl said it, but everyone agreed.

Tomatsu Tomoka stopped Mizushima Miya who wanted to say something. She swept her eyes over the crowd and looked at them one by one.

"Does Hirata-san's feelings really matter to you? You just want to see him get miserably rejected by me, so you can laugh at him in your hearts and satisfy your own gloating desires, right?"

The air froze immediately, and Mizushima Miya, facing the crowd, could not feel any warmth.

There are some things that cannot be said even if you know them, otherwise everyone will lose face. She secretly admired Tomatsu Tomoka's courage, but also felt worried about her.

"Tomatsu, are you thinking too badly of everyone by saying that? We just sincerely want to wish Hirata well." The girl spoke again.

Tomatsu Tomoka looked at the girls in the crowd, her expression remaining calm.

"It's so hypocritical and disgusting."

"Hey! What do you mean?!" The boy standing next to the girl's face suddenly turned dark and he rushed to the front.

The noise of the crowd seemed to be cheering him on, but the girl just looked at him quietly, without any mockery in her eyes. However, the boy felt a nameless fire rising in his heart.

Before he could take any further action, Jun Matsueda pushed through the people in the back row and came to the front of the crowd.

"I think our vice-class monitor has just said that your behavior has affected the class's lunch break. Even if you want to confess your love and express your wishes, could you please choose a suitable time and place?"

The boy lowered his raised hand but kept talking, "We are seniors after all. Isn't it a bit too much for Tomatsu to say that?"

Matsueda Jun smiled and pointed outside the crowd, "Senior, do you think your voice isn't loud enough? It's lunchtime now."

The crowd turned their eyes and found that the windows and doors of the four classes on the first floor were open. Everyone leaned out and looked at this side with frowns. There were figures in teacher uniforms on the other side of the corridor.

The people who were waiting to watch the excitement soon dispersed. Hirata was the first to leave, and no one cared where he went.

The three of them returned to Class 2. Everyone in the class looked at them. The two girls whispered a few words before returning to their seats.

Jun Matsueda originally wanted to use this lunch break to discuss the cultural festival, but the current atmosphere was certainly not suitable, so he had to find another time.

After the afternoon class ended, Jun Matsueda went to the news department office. The director sent a message in the group that a stage summary meeting would be held.

Pushing open the door to the newspaper department, the first thing you see is a girl sitting in the corner. When Natsumi Imokawa saw Jun Matsueda, she instinctively stood up for some reason. Although autumn brought a chill, the girl was still wearing her sailor uniform, her chest puffed out, the neckline stretched wide, and the hem of her top not fitting snugly against her body, but rather leaving some space at her waist.

It is this tiny distance that makes people unconsciously begin to imagine the girl's skin that may be exposed when the wind blows. If you look up at the girl from below, how shocking the picture in the sailor suit would be.

There was only Natsumi Imokawa in the room. The girl always came early so that no one would notice her when she entered, which made her feel particularly at ease.

"Why is Yuchuan standing up? Is he going to give me his seat?" He was a little confused.

Natsumi Imokawa's face turned red. She didn't know why she stood up, so she had to try hard to find an excuse.

"Um, um...would you like to sit next to me?"

The girl immediately covered her mouth after she finished speaking. She just wanted to find an excuse for why she got up inexplicably. Why would she say that?

Matsueda Jun didn't answer her and just sat down next to her, so she had to sit down too.

The room fell into silence. The girl lowered her head and looked at the elbows and trouser lines of the boy next to her out of the corner of her eye.

Some time ago, during the Grade 2 basketball game, Natsumi Imokawa was on the sidelines with her camera. She had seen the calves beneath those elegant suit pants. They would tense up when Jun Matsueda started and accelerated, revealing distinct muscle lines. When he exerted force, it reminded her of cast iron, solid and powerful.

There are also his forearms resting on the table and the abdominal muscles covered by his shirt, which are revealed when he dunks, making people intuitively think of strength and beauty.

Girls could never do that. Natsumi Imokawa recalled the adult film that had been turned on in the clubroom because of Yumi-chan's prank. The film showed a woman being pinned down by a man, emitting female moans.

Her face turned red again, and her nostrils moved slightly, as if she could smell the non-existent sweat on Jun Matsueda.

"What are the plans for Imokawa's class cultural festival?" Looking at the silent girl beside him, Matsueda Jun decided to find a topic.

Natsumi Imokawa snapped out of her reverie, "It looks like a haunted house."

It turns out that there really is a haunted house in the cultural festival. He felt very curious and wanted to ask further questions when Tsushima Kou walked in.

"Oh, it's you two again." The minister looked at Jun Matsueda who was sitting next to the girl, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

The topic naturally changed after the senior came in. Ten minutes later, everyone arrived one after another and the meeting officially began.

Tsushima Kou showed the current filming results of each group. The News Department will screen a rough cut of the recruitment promotional video at the cultural festival to see how it gets received.

After that came the next stage of shooting assignments. As originally planned, Jun Matsueda's group was assigned to the basketball team, except that the two girls were going to shoot the women's basketball team, while he and Ko Tsushima were going to shoot the men's basketball team.

When the new grouping was announced, Natsumi Imokawa looked up at Jun Matsueda.

After the meeting, Jun Matsueda returned to the classroom and Tomatsu Tomoka was standing next to her seat, having just put down her saxophone bag.

Matsueda Jun thought of the girl standing in front of the crowd at noon, "Tomatsu-san seems to be getting a lot of attention at school lately."

The girl hummed and nodded slightly. She bent down to take the textbook from the drawer, her waterfall of black hair hanging down, obscuring her expression.

"Tomatsu-san, please be careful. If you don't handle this with caution, the gazes of bystanders could easily turn malicious."

"Thank you for your concern, Matsueda-san. I'll take care of it."

The girl stood up, pushed the hair that was scattered on her right shoulder back, and gave Matsueda Jun a calm smile.

Matsueda Jun nodded, having fulfilled his duty as a reminder. He picked up his bag and walked out of the classroom. The girl watched the profile of the man she had been deeply fascinated by disappear behind the door frame.

Tomatsu Tomoka did not leave the classroom immediately, but sat down in her seat.

The sunset outside the window added a blood-colored filter to the classroom space. A girl with long black hair sat quietly alone in the classroom. In the corner not illuminated by the sunset, darkness surged silently.

The girl touched the fortune in her pocket and said, "Be careful what you say and do, and don't let others do it." The god had told her what to do.

(End of this chapter)