Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 93 The Turmoil Is Far From Over
When Jun Matsueda went up to the fourth floor, Haruka Mochizuki was already standing at the door of the unused classroom.

Jun Matsueda could only see her profile. The girl was leaning against the railing of the corridor, looking at the teaching building opposite.

Mochizuki Haruka has her hair tied into a bun today. Her black hair is tied into a full bun with a blue plaid hairband and placed high on the back of her head. The black hair on her temples hangs down from her ears, revealing the neck line that is usually covered. Her style is fresh and sweet.

Hearing the boy's footsteps, Mochizuki Haruka turned her head and looked at Matsueda Jun approaching. The breeze blew her hair to the corners of her mouth, and the girl reached out and brushed it to the side of her face.

"You came early today." Matsueda Jun walked up to her, his hands resting on the railing. There wasn't anything worth seeing in the teaching building. "What were you looking at just now?"

"You're the one who's late." She certainly wouldn't say how she watched Matsueda Jun leave the classroom and walk all the way there. "Come in quickly."

After Jun Matsueda opened the door and saw the scene in the room, he walked out again and looked at the house number to make sure he was in the right place.

"Did you do this?" He turned and looked at Wangyue Yao.

The girl walked past him and entered the classroom. "The room is too old, so I had it renovated."

Jun Matsueda walked around the room. The tables and chairs piled up in the back row were gone, and the dust on the podium and the floor was gone. There was a screen hanging in front of the blackboard, a home theater projector and CD player hanging at the back of the classroom, and a speaker in the corner.

He knocked on the thing on the wall, but there was no sound at all, as if it were some sound-absorbing material.

"You call this repackaging?"

"Stop talking nonsense. What are you watching today? Put it on quickly." The girl chose one of the two sofas in the middle of the classroom and sat down. Originally, her people had moved in a double sofa, but she ordered it to be replaced.

Jun Matsueda walked to the back of her sofa and took out the CD from the inner pocket of her coat with two fingers. It slowly fell in front of Haruka Mochizuki like an elevator.

"all".

This is a Chinese-language film with a group portrait style, telling the stories of each member of a family. The film begins with the brother-in-law's wedding and ends with the mother-in-law's funeral.

"Since the invention of film, human life has been extended at least three times."

When the young man and woman on the screen said this while sitting in a busy fast food restaurant, Mochizuki Haruka didn't take it seriously. But as she watched the story of a family and three generations being told over the slowly flowing three hours, the girl couldn't help but think of this sentence.

At the end of the film, at the mother-in-law's funeral, the second youngest child in the family read the words he wrote to his grandmother in his diary in the auditorium.

"Grandma, I'm sorry, it's not that I don't like talking to you."

"It's just that I think what I can tell you, you must have known it a long time ago, otherwise you wouldn't tell me to 'be obedient' every time."

"It's like they all said you were gone, and you didn't tell me where you went."

Mochizuki Yao thought of her aunt lying on the hospital bed. She should be undergoing a regular brain examination at this moment, and wondered what that felt like.

"So I think that must be a place we all know." The boy continued to read in a childish voice, his words with awkward pauses, perhaps because some of the words looked more complicated.

"Mother-in-law, there are so many things I don't know. So do you know what I want to do in the future?"

"I'm going to tell others things they don't know and show them things they can't see. It's going to be fun."

"Maybe one day I'll find out where you've been. Then can I ask everyone to come and see you?"

The girl felt her eyes getting hot. When she attended her aunt's funeral in the simulation, she had held similar naive thoughts. She began to believe in God, in fate, and that they would meet again in one place.

"Grandma, I miss you so much."

"Especially when I see my little cousin who doesn't have a name yet, I remember you always telling me that you're getting old."

"I really want to tell him,"

"I think I'm getting old too."

Wang Yueyao looked at the darkening screen. The girl's face was still as calm as before the movie started, but two lines of tears finally flowed down and fell on the lapel of her school uniform, making a very light "tap" sound.

Jun Matsueda didn't look at her expression. Of course, he couldn't see clearly in the room without any light.

"Did you deliberately find this kind of movie for me to watch, to make me cry?" The girl's voice was a little hoarse after not speaking for three hours.

"I'm not that bad, am I?" He laughed and picked up the tissue on the table and handed it to her.

"You're really that bad!" Mochizuki Haruka used a scolding tone to cover up the sound of her wiping tears. Before Matsueda Jun could turn on the light, she opened the classroom door and walked out.

"Don't ask me to watch movies these two days. I need to take it easy."

Only after the girl's footsteps faded away did Matsueda Jun walk out of the classroom and lean against the railing in his old seat.

The movies he showed Mochizuki Haruka were all related to death. So far, whether the impact on the girl was good or bad, at least she had gained some understanding of death. Next, it was time to find some lighthearted films for the film research group. Matsueda Jun leaned on the railing, looking at his classroom, which was now empty.

During lunch break the next day, Jun Matsueda and Tomoka Tomatsu were standing on the podium as Class 2, Grade 1, were discussing class activities for the cultural festival.

"According to the number of votes, the tentative decision is currently to choose the dessert house. Any other opinions?"

There was no sound from the audience. Matsueda Jun lowered his head and wrote on a piece of white paper, "Pastry shop, style to be determined." He looked up and continued, "So positions like store manager and cashier need to be decided in advance. Does anyone have any recommendations?"

The girls started discussing it with great interest, and some boys joined in the fun by shouting out the names of their best friends.

Jun Matsueda turned around and wrote down the names mentioned by everyone on the blackboard one by one. He took a step back and looked at these names.

There is no Tomatsu Tomoka.

He could also understand that although the girl was the center of Class 2 and was excellent in both home economics and interpersonal skills, because of the recent confession controversy, no one wanted her to show up too often.

In fact, Tomatsu Tomoka had barely left the classroom recently, except to go to the bathroom. Thanks to the calm response of the parties involved, the wave of confessions that had become a farce had begun to subside.

Just as Matsueda Jun was about to speak, a voice suddenly came from outside the window.

"—I—you!"

The person sitting by the window opened it.

"--I like you!"

Someone leaned out the window to see who was shouting outside the teaching building during lunch break. The windows of other classes were also open, and everyone seemed curious.

"Tomoka Tomatsu from Class 2, Grade 1, I like you—"

The boy's voice came into the classroom through the window and echoed clearly.

The audience's attention was focused on Tomatsu Tomoka who was standing next to the podium. The girl glanced out the window and said, "Close the window."

The student next to the window obediently closed it, and Matsueda Jun continued the conversation, "So, regarding the division of labor in the dessert shop—"

"Tomoka Tomatsu from Class 2, Grade 1! I love you!!!"

The Class 2 classroom was very quiet, but the entire teaching building was noisy. Matsueda Jun could hear the voices of a group of classmates talking on the other side of the wall.

There were scattered footsteps in the corridor. It seemed that someone ran out of the teaching building, wanting to go downstairs to see the true face of this warrior. Some people also came to the classroom of Class 2, Grade 1, wanting to peek at the reaction of the person who was confessed.

"We'll discuss the cultural festival next time. Everyone, please rest first. Students near the windows in the corridor, please draw the curtains."

Tomatsu Tomoka returned to her seat and sat down, pulling up the light-colored curtains to block the curious eyes in the corridor.

"Class 2, Grade 1 - Tomatsu Yuka-san - I love you!!!"

The arrogant voice moved away. I don’t know if it was being chased by someone or what, but it didn’t matter anymore.

Jun Matsueda walked out of the classroom and closed the front and back doors. He was the class monitor, and if he didn't show up for this kind of thing, people would definitely gossip about him.

"It's just a farce. The school should announce the criticism this afternoon. There's nothing exciting or interesting about our class."

He smiled and said to the people in the corridor, but the crowd did not disperse immediately. They just stared at the two doors, hoping to see the girl in the limelight come out.

After a few dozen seconds, the crowd began to disperse when the scolding of the teachers patrolling in the stairwell could be heard in the corridor.

Before leaving, one boy turned around and asked Matsueda Jun maliciously, "Matsueda, the girl you rejected is about to become a heartthrob. How do you feel?"

Without waiting for Matsueda Jun to answer, the boy ran away immediately.

Jun Matsueda looked at the boy's back. He didn't have any feelings, but that didn't stop him from thinking that the guy deserved a beating.

He threw the chalk in his hand and hit the running boy on the head, and the boy staggered in fright.

The teaching building soon returned to the tranquility of lunch break. Mizushima Miya sat in her seat looking at Tomatsu Touka on the other side. The girl was not affected at all and continued to write notes with her head down.

Mizushima Miya sighed. The matter was finally over. He had already confessed his love outside the teaching building. How could it be more exaggerated?
However, until the end of the afternoon, the expected announcement of criticism did not appear. The broadcast only said that the students who violated the rules were being investigated and that such incidents would be severely punished in the future.

After the buzzing sound of the radio being turned off, the atmosphere in Class 2, Grade 1 became tense.

Just as everyone had expected, the turmoil surrounding their vice-class leader Tomatsu Tomoka was not over, it was just beginning.

(End of this chapter)