My girlfriend is a bad lady

"There's only one left." One of the executive committee members answered, appearing out of nowhere.

"What happened along the way?"

"Nothing happened. Everything went according to your arrangement, Chairman. It went smoothly."

"Then why is there still one group that hasn't gone on stage yet?" Kujo Miki's tone suddenly turned cold.

The man's voice trembled uncontrollably: "The light music department asked the instructor to ask for a temporary performance on stage. After the teacher agreed, he asked me to tell the chairman that I didn't have time to go."

Kujo Miki stopped talking.

Of course it’s not because I’m afraid of my instructor.

In her opinion, it was absolutely unforgivable that her subordinates dared to change her orders just because she was a mere instructor.

She didn't speak, and the entire backstage fell silent.

In addition to the executive committee members who had long known how powerful Kujo Miki was, Toru Watanabe noticed that the girls and boys from the light music club who were preparing to go on stage were already nervous, and now even their faces turned pale.

The waves of sound on the stage, although only separated by a curtain, now seemed to be coming from the water, and seemed very dull.

The silence lasted for a while, and then Kujo Miki slowly spoke: "Which instructor?"

"Teacher Koizumi Aona."

"Meiji, forget it, it's not a big deal." Watanabe Toru pushed her shoulders and asked her to sit on a stool. "It will only take ten minutes at most. I'll give you a pat on the back and it will be over."

Of course, Toru Watanabe was not speaking for the light music club. He was worried that Kujo Miki would suddenly say, "Call Koizumi Aona for me." What should she do then?

However, Aona Koizumi is too easy to talk to students, although this is also her strength.

As Toru Watanabe pinched Miki Kujo's shoulders a few times, the backstage atmosphere gradually surfaced and merged with the front stage again.

The light music department’s performance was indeed outstanding, and it was obvious that they had put in a lot of effort in preparation. No wonder they wanted to perform in front of the entire school at the end of the performance.

After they finished their performance, Miki Kujo came on stage with the microphone and the list of winners, and Toru Watanabe followed behind her, holding the trophy.

Upon seeing the two, the students who filled the gymnasium began to murmur among themselves, and one could vaguely hear things like 'from the movie' or 'as handsome or cute in real life'.

After presenting the 'Fun Award', 'Creativity Award' and 'Intelligence Award', the next awards were the most valuable 'Popularity Activity Award' and 'Most Profitable Activity Award'.

"Winners of the Popularity Event Award and the Most Profitable Event Award," Kujo Miki glanced at the list of winners, "Human Observation Department."

There was applause from the audience, which was quite enthusiastic and there were not many doubts.

Kiyono Rin walked onto the stage, without any modesty as an award presenter, and stood in front of Kujo Miki with dignity.

The two of them stood face to face for three seconds before Kujo Miki smiled a faint smile without any hint of mirth: "Congratulations, Kiyono-san."

"This is the credit of the entire Human Observation Department, and we must thank the Wind Orchestra for their help." Qingye Rin simply didn't even smile.

Kujo Miki kept smiling: "Who do you think contributed the most to this?"

Qing Ye Lin turned his eyes to Watanabe Toru, who no longer had the trophy in his hands, and said with a smile: "Watanabe-san, what do you think?"

"..."

Toru Watanabe thought his opinion was totally unimportant and he didn't want to make any comment on the matter.

But now, the two young ladies put on an attitude of "If you don't speak, we won't continue", and there are all the teachers and students in the school, a total of more than a thousand people watching...

"Since you're asking me, then of course I'm the one who deserves the most credit," Toru Watanabe said matter-of-factly, "I'm sure everyone went to see the movie and voted for us because I'm handsome, right?"

There was a burst of laughter from below.

Someone shouted, "We're going after the heroine! Who are you?"

"That's right! Shameless!"

"Watanabe-kun, I voted because of you! I like you the most!"

"I support the director! And Kiyono-san is also in charge of the script, so she deserves the most credit!"

There were boos and there were supports, but everyone was just joking and no one was deliberately targeting Watanabe Toru, who had an extremely bad reputation.

Miki Kujo looked at Rin Kiyono deeply and did not bother her anymore.

After Kiyono Rin stepped down from the stage with the two trophies, she said a few more words, and Watanabe Toru's first Kamikawa High School Cultural Festival came to an end.

The next day, September 27th, Wednesday, school went as usual.

On the way to school in the morning, the air is fresh and the vision is clear.

The air that was scorching hot a few days ago began to cool, and the green leaves gradually turned red or yellow. The cold wind made people feel the arrival of autumn and made them shiver.

Toru Watanabe was browsing the news pushed on his mobile phone as he walked on the slope from Yotsuya Station to Kamikawa High School.

The news said that due to the typhoon, the Tama River in Ota Ward, Tokyo continued to flood. After two days of emergency repairs, many roads were still not cleared, and citizens were reminded to take detours.

Toru Watanabe doesn't even know where Ueda Ward is. There's a reason why he claims to be the coolest in Shinjuku Ward - he doesn't know much about the other 22 wards in Tokyo.

But that was in the past. Even if no one knows him now, he can still call himself the most handsome man in the entire island country, and I believe no one will object.

I was killing time thinking about these boring things and before I knew it I was in the classroom.

As soon as he saw him come in, Kunihime raised his right hand and shouted loudly: "Hey, big star, good morning!"

Watanabe Toru glanced at him unhappily: "Don't expose my identity."

"...You guy." The two looked at him speechlessly.

"By the way," Saito Keisuke was the first to come back to his senses, "Watanabe, where did you go yesterday? I was planning to ask you to go to the computer research department to play the game we made."

"Saito, you'd better not ask." Kunii Osamu said quietly.

"why?"

"People who disappear at the cultural festival are just like those who hide in the warehouse at the bonfire party. Most of them have filthy hearts, so it's better not to know."

"I see! No wonder I didn't see Kujo-san either!"

Watanabe Toru: “…”

Speaking of Miki Kujo, he thought of his dream of becoming a fashion designer. Should he try to trust her for once?

However, given Kujo Miki's personality, there's a high probability that she's playing a trick on him and tricking him into wearing women's clothing, right?

However, this is a rare opportunity, maybe even the only one...

In the midst of happiness and tangled worries, it was time to go home from school.

Today it was Toru Watanabe's turn to be on duty. After sweeping the floor and wiping the blackboard, he rushed to the orchestra with his schoolbag and oboe.

Before I even reached the music classroom, I could hear the sound of people desperately blowing out the notes on the music score.

"Sorry, I'm on duty today and I'm late." This was said by the girl who arrived at the wind orchestra at about the same time as Watanabe Toru.

Apologizing doesn't fit his "personality" in the wind band.

Toru Watanabe sat down in his seat and opened the K-ON! peripheral folder. The music scores inside were already tattered, and the blank spaces were filled with printed words.

"Go ask Kiyono for a new sheet music later." Watanabe Toru put the reed in his mouth and blew along with the music.

After practicing until six o'clock and having dinner, Kiyono Rin appeared in the music classroom.

Before the Tokyo Metropolitan Competition, she would watch everyone practice and provide detailed guidance on practice methods; after the Tokyo Metropolitan Competition, she basically let them practice on their own.

After playing together once, Qing Ye Lin flipped through her own music score and said, "Start from F, those who do the same movements as the trombone, play them for me one by one."

Being asked to blow the trumpets one by one is just like being asked by the instructor to march alone in front of the whole class during military training. Although I am very unhappy, scared and shy, it is something that must be overcome for the national competition.

If King Xuan of Qi had the spirit of a musical instructor, he would not have allowed Nan Guo to leave behind the story of a mediocre performer.

After the ensemble ended, Qing Ye Lin did not immediately announce the disbandment, and said in a slightly tired voice: "I want to inform everyone of something."

It was already nine o'clock in the evening and it was pitch black outside. The warm fluorescent lights in the music classroom shone on her face, like a noble and pure jade.

Everyone looked at her quietly.

"It's important to practice hard, but it's equally important to perform on the spot. So starting from this week, I decided to find opportunities for you to perform on stage on Saturdays and Sundays."

The members of the wind orchestra had no objection, and they were willing to do anything to win the gold medal in the national competition.

"First, this week." Qing Ye Lin continued, "On Sunday, two wind bands that entered the national competition will perform at the Kyoto Station building."

"Kyoto?"

"Want to go early?"

"We'll be back the same day, and I've convinced the school to send us on the bus," Kiyono Rin explained. "Because this is a formal performance, everyone remember to wear long-sleeved school uniforms. Also, I hope everyone will memorize the music scores while on the bus. That's it, let's disband."

After Qing Ye Lin left, discussions broke out in the music classroom.

"It's over. I have cram school on Sunday. What should I do?"

"I can only skip it."

"If this continues, I will definitely be called in for an interview for my mock exam."

"Hasn't senior already applied for a recommendation from Sophia University?"

"Sophia is only the third-best private school. I want to try Keio and Waseda. But Seino-san helped us find performances and convinced the school, so I have no reason not to go."

"Yes, we have come this far. If we don't win the national gold medal, it would be too unfair to Qingye and ourselves. You should just put up with Shangzhi."

"You underestimate me, don't you?! Even if I'm distracted, I can still get into Keio!"

……

Watanabe Toru listened for a while and found out that it was not only this third-year senior who had cram school on weekends. Almost all the first-year and second-year students at Kamikawa High School attended cram school, but they had no objection to Kiyono Rin's arrangement.

It seems that there is no need for him to continue to provoke hatred.

In fact, maintaining hatred towards other girls is what he needs now. He no longer cares about the love system.

【You have a new email】

Chapter 133 Kyoto! Kyoto! (1)

Thursday, September 28th.

Kyoto, Kitauji High School, music classroom.

"Here, the trombone and trumpet are a bit in conflict. We need to pay attention to the overall balance and lower the volume a little bit, otherwise it will be too noisy."

"Yes."

"Trombone and trumpet come on their own."

"Yes."

While the trombone and trumpet were playing, Kumiko, who was playing the euphonium, was slightly distracted.

The concert in the station building was getting closer and closer, and there was a small calendar with two circles on the date drawn on the music score.

The central hall of the Kyoto Station building, sandwiched between the east and west sides, is a very spacious high-ceiling space composed of a building facade with four thousand pieces of glass and a huge eaves.

The large staircase on the west side is the main stage for the concert in the station building.

In addition to them, the organizers also invited Kiyora Girls' High School in Fukuoka Prefecture, Kyushu.

Although it is an all-girls high school, the sound of their performances is very loud. It is a frequent winner in national competitions and is well-known as a strong school for wind instrumental music.

Kumiko's Kitauji High School had once been a great success, but that was a long time ago. It was not until they got a new advisor this year that they set their sights on the national competition again.

Thanks to their hard work and miraculous performance in the Kansai competition, they actually became representatives of Kansai.

In late October, they will travel to Nagoya, along with two other strong historical schools in Kansai, to participate in the national competition.

Every time Kumiko thought of this fact, her mouth went dry and her heart started beating fast.

Kumiko admitted that luck played a role in getting to this point, but her desire and efforts for the "National Gold" were no less than anyone else's.

Her legs were itchy, so Kumiko placed the euphonium on her knees, pinched the edge of her socks with her fingertips, and pulled them up.

There were several marks where the elastic band originally was.

She gently stroked the red marks and thought to herself: I wonder if a beauty like Lina will be left with marks by socks.

I'll check it out later, and then take the opportunity to pinch her beautiful thighs.

"Then start practicing the next piece."

"Yes!" Kumiko was startled, and after coming to her senses, she quickly opened the music score.

After the ensemble ended and advisor Taki Noboru left, Ogasawara, the head of the wind orchestra, walked up to the podium.