My girlfriend is a bad lady

"I'm so sorry for not having any ambition. Thank you for contributing carbon dioxide to me every day."

People inhale oxygen and then expel carbon dioxide through their noses. When people breathe, they inhale 0.032% carbon dioxide.

Watanabe Toru and Kiyono Rin spend most of their time in the club room, so they are bound to inhale the carbon dioxide emitted by each other.

Qingye Rin immediately understood what he meant.

This means that she didn't give birth to him, didn't raise him, and didn't even reimburse the money he spent on krypton gold, so she has no right to ask him to have ambition.

"Do you need me to explain to you the rights of ministers and advisors?"

"Iwate Prefecture, Mizawa Village, Watanabe, the goal is national gold! Work hard from now on!" Watanabe Toru showed a little bit of spirit.

Qing Ye Lin closed the music sheet as if he couldn't bear it anymore, and didn't even bother to read it: "Did you get beaten up by Kujo-san last night, causing you to become mentally ill?"

"Yeah, is your mental hospital still free for me?"

Qing Ye Lin looked at him in surprise, and put the hand that was not holding the chopsticks to his chin, thinking: "It's strange that I didn't bother you."

Looking at Kiyono Rin who was thinking about herself, Watanabe Toru patted the beech table and said, "R-san, please listen carefully to what others say instead of cheating with your ability."

"Quiet." Qing Ye Lin said unhappily, "From just now on, you have disturbed my listening to music."

"..."

The pointer of the record player rose and fell slightly, and the vinyl record that looked like a biscuit tin lid rotated. The distinctive melody of "March to Endless Dreams" overflowed from the door of the activity room and spread to the empty corridor on Saturday.

“So you can really hear?”

"Why else would I let it out?"

"In addition to lie detector testing, you are also able to multitask. I lose." Toru Watanabe covered his face with his hands, looking confused and lost.

"You actually want to beat me?" Qing Ye Lin was also surprised. "I underestimated you, Watanabe-san. You have a dream that is even greater than winning the national gold medal for three consecutive years."

"Why three consecutive years? Isn't that too easy?"

"How many years of high school do you want to go to?"

"...Can't I join the wind orchestra in college?" Watanabe Toru argued.

"We'll talk about it when the time comes." Qingye Rin picked up a small mouthful of rice with chopsticks without interest.

Although I want to say that I have won the first place in the country in my grades, and I have already won once, but it is not the "handsome guy in Tokyo" who cares about women and arrogant in front of them.

The two stopped talking and watched her start to eat in small bites. Watanabe Toru also took out his bento.

"Would you like some fried chicken?" Qingno Rin asked tentatively.

"You don't want to eat?"

"Eating too much will make you fat."

"With your figure, are you afraid of getting fat? Stop joking." said Toru Watanabe.

"Planning is the key to success. Failure to plan leads to failure. T-san, who is ranked first in the liberal arts, do you need me to explain?"

"…Please give me some fried chicken. I haven't had breakfast yet."

Kiyono Rin picked up the fried chicken nuggets on the toothpicks and put them in Watanabe Toru's eel bento box.

Toru Watanabe put the fried chicken into his mouth and while chewing the chicken, he inadvertently glanced out the window.

The white clouds meander, inlaid on the blue sky wall; the tram rumbles past Yotsuya Station, and disappears into the jungle of high-rise buildings along the railway tracks.

It was bright outside, and as I gazed into the distance, my eyes ached slightly.

The last day of training passed in a flash.

The next day, October 25th, Sunday.

After the morning practice, the performance department took the school bus to Nagoya City in Aichi Prefecture.

It took unexpectedly long. We set out at noon and arrived at the booked hotel at four in the afternoon.

Kamikawa did not choose an expensive hotel. In order to facilitate pre-match practice and considering the geographical location, he booked a relatively simple hotel with a concert hall.

It is said that in order to do the business of hosting participating schools, the money originally intended for renovating the hotel was used to repair the concert hall. After the 2011 earthquake in 311, the venue of the competition was changed to the Nagoya International Conference Center.

As soon as we arrived at the hotel, everyone spontaneously moved their luggage into their rooms.

According to the arrangement, the girls were assigned to dormitories according to their academic years, while the boys, because there were fewer of them, were all squeezed into one dormitories.

They took off their shoes and walked into the tatami-covered room. Without the girls, the boys instantly became active.

"I'll sleep in the corner! Don't fight with me!"

"Oops, I forgot to bring facial cleanser, who of you has it?"

"Will you go buy some together later? I didn't bring a toothbrush either."

In addition to life, there is also the indispensable topic of girls.

"Watanabe, can I see Sister Reina tomorrow?"

"That's right, we want autographs this time too!"

"You guys, don't scare others." Toru Watanabe quickly took out a mobile phone charger from his bag and charged his phone in the corner.

After playing games for five hours, the battery of my phone had already turned red, and I had to switch to power saving mode to avoid it shutting down.

"What do you mean by scaring her? We are her fans! We are not doing anything!"

"That's right! Watanabe just wants to have Sister Reina all to himself, right? You won't be allowed to have such a beautiful girl all to yourself!"

"I'm talking to you guys," Watanabe Toru put down his phone and started packing his luggage, "I came here because I admire Miss Reina's trumpet playing skills, but you guys always focus on her appearance. Aren't you superficial?"

"I'd never trust you, you cunning citizen of Iwate Prefecture!"

"How dare you look down on Iwate Prefecture? Nagata, you brought playing cards, didn't you? Tonight I will let you know the anger of Iwate Prefecture!"

"Who's afraid of who? The loser should go to the girls' dormitory and ask for snacks!"

"Is this true? Forget it, I will definitely be scolded by the teacher!"

"That's the punishment because I'll get scolded!"

From Reina going to the girls' dormitory to ask for snacks at night, and then discussing the possibility of pretending to go to the wrong bathhouse, if the group hadn't sent a message urging them to go to the concert hall to practice quickly, the boys probably really thought of this as a school trip.

……

Kitauji, Kyoto, a warm autumn morning.

"Have you checked all the instruments? Let's go!"

"Okay!" Kumiko responded loudly, quickened her pace to confirm, and jumped out of the truck.

When she ran to the bus, Reina had already saved a seat for her.

Kumiko sat down next to Reina, lifted her feet, took off her shoes skillfully, and yawned loudly at the same time.

"Are you sleepy already?" Lina looked at her actions in surprise and noticed that tears had begun to well up in the corners of her eyes.

"Yeah." Kumiko responded weakly.

"Didn't you sleep last night?"

"I slept, but I'm still very sleepy." Kumiko fell down with her head resting on Reina's big chest.

The bus started slowly and drove towards Kitauji Gate. After getting on the highway, the speed gradually increased.

"Reina."

"Aren't you asleep?"

"Yeah." Kumiko replied lazily, "What does the Izuku Department want to see you about?"

"You know?" Lina said shyly, "I decided to go abroad and study music at a foreign university."

"Going abroad?" Kumiko sat up and looked into Reina's eyes under her long eyelashes.

"Yes, but before that, I will go to Tokyo."

"Going to Tokyo? To seek revenge on that person?"

Reina was stunned, and admired her friend's imagination: "What does it have to do with that pervert? I'm going to a women's university outside Musashino. My father knows the teachers there. It's a school famous for its English. I will study there for a year to prepare for going abroad."

"Going abroad." Kumiko muttered to herself, looking at the car window behind Reina.

The unfamiliar scenery kept changing, and her face reflected on the car window looked immature and confused.

For Kumiko, whose only trip away from home was to Aichi Prefecture, going abroad and graduating from high school are both very distant things.

"What about you, Kumiko?"

Kumiko looked away: "It may not be possible to go abroad, but I will go to that women's university. I want to continue to be with you, Reina."

Reina's eyes flickered, and she couldn't help but hold her friend's face in her hands: "Kumiko, you don't have to do this."

Kumiko shook her head quietly and rested her forehead against Reina's. "If I learn English well, I can become an English teacher and then return to Kitauji to become an advisor to the wind band."

"Well, when I return to my country, I will definitely be a judge for the national competition." Rina felt the temperature difference on each other's foreheads.

Kumiko sat up straight and said seriously, "Remember to give Kitauji an A directly."

“No way.” Reina refused without thinking, and then said seriously: “Unless Kumiko comes to beg me the night before.”

The two laughed quietly and leaned their heads together.

"How silly."

"No, we will definitely realize such a future."

"Well, if Lina said it would happen, then it will definitely happen."

"Idiot, I'm not a god, I still have to work hard."

"If there is a god in the world, it must be Reina." Kumiko rubbed Reina's face with her cheek.

Chapter 147 National Competition (2)

Correct every imperfect part meticulously and gradually improve the completeness of the performance.

"Well, that's all for today's practice."

"Thanks for your hard work!"

"You can continue to practice, but please make sure it does not affect tomorrow's game."

"Yes!"

The practice the day before the competition is mainly focused on adjusting details, such as the volume ratio and position of each instrument, whether the intervals are off, whether the rhythm can be kept up, etc.

In order to avoid exhaustion, Qingye Rin finished practice earlier than usual, and it was only 7:30 in the evening.

Everyone was going to have dinner first, and then decide whether to continue practicing, or go back to the dormitory to rest or play cards.

This is a hotel that specializes in serving participating schools, so the restaurant is naturally incredibly large.

Watanabe Toru heard that there was another school living here, but he didn't see anyone there now. They were probably still practicing in the concert hall, so their arrival time was different from dinner time.

Dinner was arranged by Kiyono Rin, and no one was allowed to eat any special food. They just ate whatever they had in Tokyo.

Although everyone was very sorry, they had no objection to this decision, except Toru Watanabe.

"Why do you think I came to Nagoya?"

"Competition." Qingye Rin picked up a piece of salmon with chopsticks and replied perfunctorily.

"It's for the 'Three Ways to Eat Eel' at Horaiken, the most famous eel restaurant in Nagoya with a history of over 140 years."

"Three ways to eat eel?" Aona Koizumi, the accompanying teacher, showed a curious expression.

"The so-called three ways of eating actually refer to three steps: first, put the eel rice into a bowl and taste the deliciousness of the eel and the sauce; then mix in seaweed, core hemp, and green shiso to enjoy the refreshing taste; finally, add chopped green onions, wasabi, and hot soup to make eel rice in tea."

"It sounds delicious. I really want to try it."

"Not only that, teacher, there is also miso pork chop! The unique red miso sauce of Nagoya is poured over the whole pork chop that has just been fried. This is a unique way to eat it in Nagoya. The taste and intensity of the sauce vary from store to store. I saw a recommendation online for the straw sandal pork chop at the Yaba store, which is said to be quite chewy."

"What are straw sandal pork chops? What a strange name. Are they wrapped in clean straw sandals and fried?"

"The so-called straw sandal pig..."

"Student Toru Watanabe." Kiyono Rin's slightly cold voice interrupted the conversation between the teacher and the student.

"I'm sorry." Watanabe Toru nodded solemnly and started eating the grilled fish set in front of him.