My girlfriend is a bad lady

"Hmm... what should we do?" Koizumi Aona said in embarrassment, "Our school advocates student autonomy for clubs. Watanabe, you can discuss with Seino-san who will be the director."

"Discuss?" Watanabe Toru looked at Kiyono Rin.

"Report using real name?" Qing Ye Lin sneered: "It seems that I also have to report someone's glorious deeds to Kujo Miki using real name."

"Minister Qingye, I am the deputy minister you promoted! No one will support your leadership more firmly than me! I will continue to hold high your great banner and implement all the development plans you set!"

"is it?"

"Of course! I will firmly uphold all decisions made by Minister Qingye, and I will always follow all instructions given by Minister Qingye. All actions will be subject to the command of Minister Qingye!"

Qingye Rin sighed and said, "I finally understand why you can hang out with Kujo."

Koizumi Aina was watching from the sidelines and was very amused. She said with a smile, "Okay, let's go eat quickly too."

The three of them walked towards the restaurant.

"Forget about the department head. When will the department fees be reissued? Oh, I'm not only a member of the Human Observation Department, but also a member of the Wind Band Department. Remember to give me two..."

"Watanabe-san, as a boy, you are really too wordy."

"Teacher, look at her!"

"Well...you guys have a really good relationship."

"No, it's very bad. It's simply a class conflict." Watanabe Toru denied.

Qingye Rin remained silent, looking like she didn't want to speak anymore.

Plates of food are displayed on the restaurant table. Each person can choose three dishes they like, plus a serving of rice and miso soup.

Toru Watanabe ate hamburger steak, fried pork cutlet and salad.

Rin Kiyono and Aona Koizumi declined his set meal and both chose food that was just enough to fill them up but not too caloric.

The rest time passed in a flash, and the evening practice began under the strict guidance of Qingno Rin.

One imperfection after another was pointed out.

The missed intervals, the irregular beats, the volume ratio between instruments, the timing of increasing the volume, the method of blowing out the melody, the method of adjusting the timbre...

Once a problem occurs, dozens of repetitive exercises will be required.

Rin Kiyono doesn't have any special skills to guide the wind band. She relies on: her ears that can always hear Toru Watanabe saying bad things about her, and repeated practice.

Repeating the same measure in an ensemble is dull and boring, but in the process, you can find that the stability of the song is improving.

The members of the wind band were already exhausted, but relying on their anticipation for the national competition and the music that was indeed becoming smoother, they persisted in the monotonous practice without any complaints.

After finishing the evening ensemble, it was already past eleven when we returned to the room.

After a tiring day, the boys who had been planning to play cards, fight monsters online, and chat about girls during their break fell asleep as soon as they touched the quilts.

Toru Watanabe picked up his wallet and walked out of the room.

The amount of exercise during the day was nothing to him, and eleven o'clock was not his bedtime.

The corridor was dim and silent. Following the green light of the emergency exit, Toru Watanabe walked towards the vending machine.

I ate Mapo Tofu in the evening, and after practicing all the time, my throat was very thirsty.

The vending machine sitting in the corner was emitting a cheap white light, with a few moths flying around it.

I didn’t want to drink flavored drinks at night, so I bought a bottle of purified water.

While gulping down the water, he walked towards the dark concert hall.

Turn on the lights in the concert hall, and you can see that most of the seats are equipped with musical instruments, and large instruments such as the euphonium stand on the ground.

Under the light, the musical instrument reflects the dazzling light.

Toru Watanabe sat down in his seat, put the plastic bottle at his feet, picked up the oboe, tuned it, and started playing.

The melody, like that of a gospel singer in a church, lingered in the empty concert hall.

He didn't like musical instruments and had no interest in the national competition. He just wanted to try to improve his oboe to the "transcendent level" before the national competition was over.

Because, after the competition, he would probably never touch the oboe again in his life.

After playing a piece, Toru Watanabe began to think about how to play better than before.

With such talent, a person can keep moving forward. In the end, the oboe in his hands can produce beautiful sounds that have never been heard before and will never be repeated.

Toru Watanabe picked up the plastic bottle and drank the water while thinking about playing techniques, emotional expression, emotions, etc. in his mind.

Ideas for improvement continue to emerge.

Just as he put down the water bottle, put the reed back into his mouth, and prepared to blow again, footsteps were heard outside the concert hall.

"Is there anyone here at this hour?"

"Tamamo-san, there is no shortage of hardworking people in this world."

The two pushed the door open and came in.

"Watanabe?"

Compared to Tamamo's beautiful surprise, Kiyono Rin didn't show any surprise. She nodded and said, "Good evening."

"Good evening." Toru Watanabe glanced at the two beautiful girls who were dressed coolly.

Kiyono Rin was wearing a long-sleeved hooded top and the school's summer sports shorts;

Tamamo Haomei is dressed much more beautifully, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and hot pants, and she is so hot that even the air is a little warmer.

"What are you doing here so late?" he asked.

"Tamamo-san wants to practice for a while longer, so she asked me for help. I just can't sleep in an unfamiliar environment, so..."

"Wait a minute, don't say it out loud!" Tamamo Haomi interrupted Kiyono Rin shamefully.

"Hmm?" Qingye Rin looked at her puzzledly.

Tamamo Mimi whispered, "Because, after the training, if I continue to practice alone in the middle of the night, won't people call me a hypocrite? That's too embarrassing."

Watanabe Toru: “…”

He is serious.

"...It's actually the truth." Qingye Rin seemed shocked and it took her a while to speak.

She pressed her temples as if she couldn't bear it: "I really don't understand what you are thinking. I still want to use you as an example tomorrow to encourage everyone to practice hard."

"Ah! No, no! I'll be laughed at!"

The way Tamamo Yoshimi waved her hands repeatedly reminded Watanabe Toru of the time when he was forced to sing when he went out to play with Kunii Osamu and the others.

Not all tone-deaf people can sing with the mentality of killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred of their own!

This is true even when you are alone with your friends!

"You can use me as an example," said Toru Watanabe.

Kiyono Rin glanced at him: "Even if they want to train, they won't be happy to stay alone in the concert hall with you at night."

"That's not necessarily the case."

At least Senior Mai won’t dislike him!

Kiyono Rin didn't intend to waste precious time in the evening, so she ignored Watanabe Toru and said to Tamamo Yoshimi, "Okay, I won't tell anyone, so start practicing quickly."

"It's a deal." Tamamo Yomi walked towards her seat, and when she passed by Watanabe Toru, she gave him a look that said 'If you dare to tell anyone, you're dead'.

Watanabe Toru glanced at her breasts, which were probably not wearing any underwear, and nodded sincerely.

It’s really big, and seems very soft, jumping around.

Tamamo Haomei hummed with satisfaction.

Watanabe Toru put the reed in his mouth, blew the oboe with his current mood, and glanced at Kiyono Rin out of the corner of his eye.

Well... because it's too small, I can't tell whether she is wearing it or not.

And the clothes are very conservative.

The two girls who were out and about late at night had no idea that the boy was judging them instinctively, and was giving them careful instruction and practice.

"Tamamo-san, your performance is good, but there are still some details that need to be paid attention to in order to express some emotions. For example, here, you have to imagine that you are lost in a dream where there is nothing."

"Uh-huh."

"Here, when you come out of the dream, your melody needs to be happy. It's not enough to just play according to the score... Try practicing."

Tamamo Haomi practiced until :, and yawned uncontrollably.

Qingye Rin asked her to go back and rest early to avoid affecting tomorrow's practice.

"Thank you, Kiyono-san."

"fine."

"Well, good night~"

"Ah."

After Tamamo Yoshimi left, Kiyono Rin glanced at Watanabe Toru who was still practicing.

"When are you going to leave?"

"You go ahead. I'll turn off the light."

Qingye Rin nodded, but did not leave. Instead, she came to the trumpet group and picked up a silver-plated trumpet from the seat.

Watanabe Toru glanced at him and said, "Come to think of it, you said you played the trumpet, right?"

"Ah."

"How's the level?"

Qing Ye Lin looked at the trumpet and answered without looking back: "I can get the hang of anything quickly. In addition, I have been practicing since I was a child, so there will be no problem for me to join a professional brass band."

"So powerful? Can it attract pigeons?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Can't you do it? It seems that Baru is still the best."

"Baru?" Qingye Lin frowned slightly, "I've never heard of a trumpet player with this name."

"The male protagonist of "Laputa in the Sky", he used a trumpet to attract pigeons."

Qing Ye Lin looked at Watanabe Toru who looked as if it was a matter of course, and showed a terrifying expression as cold as a polar bear: "If you keep talking nonsense, I will tell everyone that you forced your arms around my waist."

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. It's my attitude that's wrong. I shouldn't joke with you like this."

"Hmph." Qingye Rin turned and walked out of the concert hall.

Toru Watanabe decided to practice the oboe with the goal of attracting pigeons.

Sooner or later, he would play the oboe in the elevated corridor of the school, attracting the pigeons from the Suga Shrine and leaving Kiyono Rin stunned, realizing that he was not talking nonsense.

"Come on, baby."

After speaking to the oboe in his hand, Toru Watanabe continued practicing.

Chapter 107: Training camp (2)

On the morning of the second day of training, Toru Watanabe woke up earlier than usual. He looked at the time and it was only half past five.

The air conditioning in the room was very strong, and the other three boys wrapped themselves tightly in blankets.

Watanabe Toru quietly walked out of the room and stretched himself to the training ground. There were several wooden tables and chairs covered with dew.

The air in the early morning was cold. Watanabe Toru took a deep breath. The clean air instantly inflated his lungs. He closed his eyes and felt like he was back in his hometown.

If there were no wind band, he would be climbing mountains and swimming rivers in the village, fishing and hunting birds.

I did some chest exercises, stretched my legs, and ran into the forest.

The rising sun shines through the dense branches, forming beams of light in the woods, and the chirping of various birds can be heard in the distance.

After running for fifteen minutes, Watanabe Toru heard the sound of flowing water and stopped only when he reached the river.

This is an open river beach with clear stream water and pebbles on the bottom.

Watanabe Toru scooped up a handful of water and poured it on his face.