My girlfriend is a bad lady

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes, one hour...

The sun gradually set, and the activity classroom was filled with madder color.

Watanabe Toru looked out the window and hummed in a voice gentle enough to melt a girl's heart: "Todas las mujeres tienen algo hermoso, aunque sea una prima lejana."

No one cares about him.

"'All women are attractive, even your distant cousin.'" He snapped the book of Spanish Funny Quotes in his hand and said, "How can there be such an example in Spanish? It's ridiculous!"

Still no one paid attention to him.

"But among these frivolous words, there is one that I particularly like." Watanabe Toru tapped his fingers on the beech table and said, "Nadie es perfecto. Atentamente: Nadie!"

The autumn evening was golden, giving his school uniform a golden edge.

Kujo Miki, who was lying on the sofa, said, "You are proud of being ranked first in the country in the first grade."

"Personal pride is a small matter. As your boyfriend, Meiji, I am trying to win glory for the Kujo family!"

Miki Kujo chuckled twice with satisfaction.

At this time, Qingye Rin finally raised her head and cast her gaze towards him: "It's really hard to understand your current mentality. Maybe it's because I've always been number one, and this is the first time I'm number two."

"..."

Finding that he couldn't afford to offend either of them, Toru Watanabe decided to stick to his policy of not bothering with women.

"I'm discussing Spanish with you guys, what do you say? This sentence 'No one is perfect! Please note: I am no one.' Don't you think it's funny?"

"It's not fun. Because I'm perfect." Qingye Rin said as a matter of course.

"K-san, my K-san," Toru Watanabe waved to his girlfriend on the sofa, "Listen, there is someone more shameless than me."

Miki Kujo giggled, and the skirt that Toru Watanabe had helped her fix slipped down again, revealing large areas of white thigh flesh.

Kiyono Rin's face turned pale and he shot a sharp gaze at Watanabe Toru.

"I'm kidding, seriously." Toru Watanabe felt that the weather was indeed a bit cold, and he should vote for 'keeping warm' in the morning.

Qingye Rin slowly withdrew her aggressive gaze and closed the hardcover book as if she was too lazy to argue with him: "Today's club activities end here."

By the time I packed my things, changed my shoes, and walked out of the school building, it was already half dark and the street lights on both sides of the slope were lit early.

On the way to the station, Toru Watanabe asked R-san whether girls wear scarves to be cute or to keep warm, even though she wasn't wearing a scarf.

"Boys are really extremely boring creatures." Qingno Rin expressed this opinion regarding the discussion itself.

Cute or warm, she didn’t say.

The autumn night was as cool as water, and the wind whistling along with the incoming train hit Watanabe Toru's face hard.

He suddenly felt that getting first place in the country in the first grade was not a good thing.

But Qingye Rin didn't seem to be angry about this.

Chapter 142 Sports Festival (7)

Wednesday, October 21st, was unexpectedly cold in the morning.

The pure black sheen skirts were knee-length, and slender, strong, white, and dark legs were sticking out from under the skirts. The girls were sitting in a line in the gymnasium.

The young men in western-style school uniforms were never quiet for a moment. They leaned on the shoulders of the people in front of them and looked around eagerly.

"Quiet!" the physical education teacher yelled, and everyone immediately sat up straight.

The principal, with gray hair but in good spirits, stood on the podium.

He took out a piece of paper from the pocket of his old suit, slowly unfolded it, looked at it, and said a word.

"In this golden autumn season full of harvest, all the teachers and students of Shenchuan are full of joy and in high spirits to welcome the 56th Sports Festival..."

After the boys and girls sitting together had gotten to know each other, the principal's speech, which was apparently very short but sounded very long, finally came to an end.

"…Before the sports festival begins, I want to say one thing: In the recent national mock exam, our third-year student Mai Asuhi achieved a good result of third place in the country."

There was perfunctory applause from below.

"Also, first-year student Toru Watanabe won first place in the country. Applause!"

The principal led the applause, and the applause finally became a little louder.

"So, before the sports festival begins, I would like to invite Toru Watanabe to speak as a student representative, Toru Watanabe."

"Yes!" A stern voice rang out in the gymnasium.

The boys looked desperate.

"Are you kidding me? This is the opening ceremony of the sports festival, right?"

"Wrong, it was actually the opening ceremony."

"It's fine to let someone go up and speak, but why him? It should be a third-year senior, right?"

"Who else could be the son-in-law of the Kujo family if not him?"

"I really envy this guy. Not only does he have such a beautiful and rich girlfriend, but he's also handsome and has excellent grades. He's ranked first in the country! I heard that he's also the main force of the wind band that made it to the national competition?"

"Is it because he's handsome, has good grades, and is good at music that he can find a girlfriend like Kujo-san?"

"This is disgusting. How can someone be this good?"

The girls didn't care.

Ever since the cultural festival "400 km from Iwate Prefecture to Tokyo" was broadcast, the image of Toru Watanabe who beat girls has faded from their minds.

Instead, it was Toru Watanabe, the affectionate man who always looked at Iwate Prefecture with his clear eyes, with a melancholy look on his face in the sunlight and his eyes closed while playing the oboe.

Besides, it is more comfortable to sit here and quietly admire the beautiful boy than to sweat on the playground.

Under the gaze of those who were willing or unwilling, Watanabe Toru slowly walked forward.

He has a handsome and delicate face, with his back straight, fully revealing his confidence as the best in the country.

'As Orison Marden said: Some people have special magic. Before they start doing things, they always fully believe in their abilities and overcome all difficulties and obstacles until they win.

Watanabe Toru is a person who gives people this impression.'

——The above is from Toru Watanabe’s inner narration.

After all, he is probably the only student at Kamikawa High School who would go out of his way to read "Orison Marden's Success Story" and knows that Orison Marden said this.

not always.

No matter when or where, be careful of R-san - I wrote this sentence on the cover page of my notebook later.

While I was daydreaming, Toru Watanabe had already walked onto the stage.

He bowed to the principal, bowed to the teachers leaning against the wall, and then walked to the podium.

"Hello everyone, I'm Toru Watanabe from Class 4, Grade 1."

"Thank you, President, for giving me the opportunity to speak. Looking back to the time when spring had just arrived and the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, I was sitting down like all of you, watching the freshman representative, Kiyono Rin, speak."

"From that moment on, I wondered: Why wasn't I standing there? Why wasn't it me?"

"Later I found out that this guy was the eldest daughter of the Kiyono family."

There was laughter from the audience.

Qingye Rin hugged her knees with an expressionless face, her obsidian eyes staring straight at the podium.

"Of course I was joking. I didn't know Kiyono-san before I joined the club."

"To save money, I took the JR train to Tokyo. I changed trains too many times and ended up at the wrong platform. When Seino-san was speaking at the freshman meeting, I should have eaten my bento at the station."

Everyone laughed again.

"I won't talk about Kiyono-san anymore, lest someone says that I, the freshman representative of the second generation, am too arrogant and keep mocking the first generation."

“Before going on stage, the principal asked me to share some of my learning experiences. I have prepared some and am happy to share them with you.”

Everyone finally got serious. After all, they were going to high school and they all had an instinctive desire for efficient learning methods.

"I got first place in the country by being smart, that's all."

Toru Watanabe left the podium, bowed to everyone, and turned to walk off the stage.

The gymnasium was silent.

"Pa pa pa." The crisp and monotonous applause, Asu Mai had a faint smile on her face.

Then, the girls also applauded, and some of them stood up, wanting to take a closer look at Watanabe Toru before he walked back to his seat.

The boys were joking with each other, saying "This guy is so arrogant!" and clapping along with the crowd.

When Toru Watanabe sat back in his seat and was surrounded and beaten by the boys in the class, the dean of discipline picked up the microphone.

"Next is the school song chorus. Everyone stand up."

The members of the wind band, who had been holding their instruments for a long time, stood up all at once and pointed the instruments in their hands at the students like guns.

After everyone stood up slowly, Misaki Komatsu, the head of the wind band and the conductor, raised her baton.

The sound of musical instruments poured out, and the singing of the Kamikawa school song roamed in the huge gymnasium.

"The Yotsuya hills, the school building where crows fly over, our alma mater, Kamikawa."

"..."

After singing the school song, the sports festival officially began.

The sports festival of Kamikawa High School is held one event at a time.

There will definitely not be a situation where one side is competing in shot put, another side is competing in long jump, another side is competing in running, and even another side is competing in high jump.

Anyway, there are three days left, so there is plenty of time.

The first event was the 50-meter race. The top two from each of the three grades would be decided, and then the final would take place.

By the time the audience moved to the stands, the athletes had already changed into professional sportswear with their classes labeled on them.

Class 4 of Grade 1 was not very active in the sports festival, so in the end Koizumi Aona had to call on them.

Toru Watanabe relied on his close relationship with his beautiful homeroom teacher and didn't sign up for anything.

He works out not to show off in front of high school students at the sports festival, his goal is to conquer Kujo Miki!

Almost all the boys in the class went to change their clothes, and most of the girls had also left. Watanabe Toru sat with Koizumi Aona and Akiko.

"Why didn't Watanabe go up?" asked Akiko.

"I don't have enough strength." Toru Watanabe took the chestnut from her leg.

October is the season for eating chestnuts.

Toru Watanabe recalled the scenes of going up the mountain to pick chestnuts with his friends in the village in previous years. He wondered if they would remember that they had lost a brother when they went this year.

"Wow, you're quite rude." Akiko said, snatching the chestnut back.

"Mr. Akiko, as a teacher, you are too stingy."

"I'm stingy? You're just too rude! I can only give you a handful at most!"

Watanabe Toru grabbed a handful, and Akiko looked at the almost empty bag and looked at his big hands in disbelief.

"Watanabe, you..."

"Alright, alright." Koizumi Aona tried to stop the fight, "Watanabe, can you eat it if you hold it like this? Put it back, eat one and take one."

"I listen to Mr. Koizumi."

"Watanabe-san," Akiko gritted her teeth, "you'd better not be assigned to my class in the second grade!"

"Then you're getting a great bargain, I'm the best in the country." Watanabe Toru ate two chestnuts and felt a little choked, so he took the oranges that Akiko bought.

After he took everything, Akiko immediately moved the orange in the middle to her side, acting like a child protecting her food.

Toru Watanabe divided the orange in his hand into three parts, one for Aona Koizumi and one for Akiko.

"Hmm - so sour!" He couldn't help squinting his eyes.

"It's good enough to have something to eat! As a student, I should honestly thank the teacher for his kindness!"

While the three were having snacks, the first-grade athletes participating in the 50-meter race were already in position.

There were two plane clouds in the sky, running from north to south. The planes seemed to want to join in the fun, so they flew slowly towards the south.