My girlfriend is a bad lady

The silent Komatsu Misaki suddenly came over and said, "Kiyono-san, can I say a few words?"

Qing Ye Lin was stunned: "Of course."

Komatsu Misaki took a deep breath and looked around the concert hall. Everyone had already turned their attention to her tacitly.

"Since Seino-san became our advisor, all of us have been practicing every morning, memorizing music during lunch break, and practicing until late at night after school."

“Some students missed out on attending remedial classes, which resulted in a drop in their grades. Many of them, like me, are facing the prospect of entering the third grade;”

"Some students gave up their rest time, time to hang out with friends, and time to go out with their boyfriends;"

“Everything is for today.”

"Everyone, I don't want to say 'Just give it your all and have fun playing'."

Komatsu Misaki hugged the instrument tightly in her hands.

"I'm a third-year student. I've worked hard for today. You can think of this as me being selfish and sharing the pressure with you, but I just want to win!"

Everyone looked at her quietly with tears in her eyes. The girls held their skirts tightly and the boys pursed their lips.

"What do you mean by entering the national competition for the first time? That's already good enough. Winning the silver medal is pretty good too..."

Komatsu Misaki looked at everyone and took a deep breath:

"It's not a gold medal!"

The girl's gasps after her emotional outburst could not fill the quiet little concert hall.

"Come on Shenchuan!" a boy suddenly raised his arms and shouted.

"Come on Kamikawa!" The voices of the crowd echoed throughout the concert hall.

Before the echo of the sound faded away, the heavy door was pushed open.

"Students of Kamikawa High School, the time has come."

"Everyone," Komatsu Misaki wiped her tears, "Let's go!"

Chapter 150 National Competition (Final)

The aisle leading to the grand concert hall is filled with solemn silence.

Pushing open the soundproof door, everyone from Kamikawa High School came to the back of the stage.

The stage was filled with dazzling lights, in stark contrast to the pitch-black backstage. From behind the curtain, one could see the school where the performance was taking place and part of the audience seats.

Kujo Miki sat in the VIP area, her head resting on her hands, with a nonchalant expression. With tickets hard to come by, there was a large area of ​​empty space around her.

"Senior Komatsu is still the same as always. Her speech before the last Kanto Tournament was the same, saying that we must not lose to other schools." Toru Watanabe turned around and looked at Kiyono Rin who was standing next to him.

Qing Ye Lin said softly: "It's not just her. From my observation, most of Kamikawa's students are like this. They are used to the concept of 'either don't do it, or if you do it, you must be excellent'."

"Yeah, that makes sense. You're that kind of person, too."

"Describe me as excellent?" Qingye Rin looked at him dissatisfiedly.

"Perfect, you are perfect."

Kiyono Rin turned around and said, "That's good enough," and continued watching the performance on the stage.

Toru Watanabe stared at her profile. She had tied her hair into a bun for the competition.

"What are you looking at?" Noticing his gaze, Qingye Rin frowned.

"Pretty girls look cute no matter what hairstyle they wear."

"…It's just my appearance, what's there to say?" Qing Ye Lin turned her head away, "Please pay attention to my grades, sports, art, etiquette, and my impeccable spiritual level."

"Impeccable on the spiritual level, huh—"

"Do you have any questions, Toru Watanabe-san?"

"No, I just think you are really cute."

"Are you looking down on me?" Qingye Rin crossed his arms and looked at Watanabe Toru with a sneer.

"No, how could I look down on you?"

"Lies." Qing Ye Lin's face turned completely cold. "I underestimated you, Watanabe Toru. I didn't expect you to be so ignorant."

"It's also cute to wear a men's suit."

"I'm telling you..."

"Even when she's angry, she's still cute."

Qing Ye Lin took a deep breath and said sternly: "I'll tell you again, Watanabe-san, superficial things like appearance are not worth mentioning."

"The sound of inhaling is cute, the lips when speaking are cute, the angry eyes are cute, the movement of hugging arms is cute, the quick blinking when shy is cute..."

"Superficial." Qing Ye Lin loosened her arms, pursed her lips, and widened her eyes. "If I am not satisfied with your solo later, you will be in trouble when we return to Tokyo!"

She snorted coldly and turned away completely, not even showing her side profile to Watanabe Toru.

But unfortunately today, she had tied her long hair, which was as black as lead, straight and soft, into a bun, so her delicate white ears were exposed.

Toru Watanabe looked at the crystal clear red ears, listened carefully to Kiyono Rin's breathing in the darkness, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart.

However, he turned his gaze towards the audience, and the oboe in his hand emitted a black luster.

No matter how cute Kiyono Rin is, his music is played for Kujo Miki.

【You have a new email】

【Oboe: Master→Transcendence】

"…R-san, you must be a god, right?"

"Shut up."

……

I pushed open the heavy door leading to the stage, and the sound of high school music immediately flooded into my ears.

Unlike the Kyoto Competition and the Kansai Competition, once it comes to the national competition, no school is weak, and all are well-known strong wind instrument schools.

"But don't be afraid. Kitauji is one of the 29 teams that will compete, and it is a strong school for wind instruments!" Kumiko swallowed her saliva while holding the Uehara trumpet.

People from Kitauji filed into the backstage. There was already a school ready to go on stage, Kamikawa High School representing Kanto.

A private school with a deviation value in the top ten percent nationally.

A few students have extremely smart minds, some are frighteningly hardworking, and the rest are all smart and hardworking.

In Ye Yue's words, the last type of people are so disgusting that they don't give ordinary people any chance at all.

They were dressed in neat black uniforms, their faces calm and solemn, like a well-trained army.

Kumiko found a corner, feeling difficulty breathing and her heart beating rapidly.

She closed her eyes, and there was bottomless darkness.

"Don't be too nervous." A steady voice mixed in with the sound of footsteps, reminding her in a low voice.

Kumiko opened her eyes and nodded silently to Toru Watanabe who was walking over.

"Are you confident?" asked Toru Watanabe.

“Is there…” Kumiko herself didn’t know.

"You must be fine."

Kumiko looked at him in surprise: "Why do you say that?"

"Now, here, at the Nagoya International Conference Center, there are many talented people. Including Kitauji, there are many people with great playing skills, such as the oboe player, and another euphonium player, and your good friend Reina, is even more beautiful and talented."

"What kind of reason is that?" Kumiko sighed speechlessly.

"But I don't care about those guys I just mentioned. In the whole Kitauji, only you, Kumiko, are qualified to be my friend. This is why you must be fine."

"Why?" Kumiko asked softly.

It was strange, was it because of the upcoming competition? Even though Watanabe Toru was saying bad things about her respected seniors and Reina, she was not angry at all.

Or maybe, is it because Toru Watanabe sees himself as a friend?

He went to Tokyo to study alone, did hard labor, has a girlfriend who makes the organizers afraid to vent their anger, can easily get the first place in the country, has impeccable looks, and is definitely the epitome of standing above everyone else. For such a person, treat her as a friend.

Even Reina, whom she regarded as a treasure and whose eyes sparkled, was not taken seriously by him, but she could.

"You and I," Watanabe Toru pointed at her and then at himself, "are the same kind of people."

"How did you know that?" Kumiko hoped he would say more.

In her previous life, she had always been called a good child and gentle, but she had never received this level of recognition, and she felt a fulfilling sense of pride in her heart.

"This kind of thing is like it's engraved on your forehead. You can understand it at a glance."

Kumiko glanced at Watanabe Toru's forehead. This man had no blind spots and was very handsome, but there was no engraving on him.

She looked confused.

"How can I explain this to you..." Watanabe Toru thought about it in annoyance, with a slight wrinkle on his brow, "For example, if I am the "Tokyo handsome guy", then you, Kumiko Koumae, are the "Kitauji's perfect heroine."

"No," Kumiko was stunned, "The range is too different, isn't it? After all, she is called "Kyoto's perfect heroine"! "

Watanabe Toru did not comment on Kumiko's complaint, but chuckled and said, "How is it, are you still nervous?"

"...So you were just trying to comfort me. What you said just now was all lies?" Kumiko said with dissatisfaction.

She felt it carefully and found that her originally tense body had relaxed unconsciously.

"How is that possible? Just ask everyone in Shinjuku, who doesn't know that my greatest virtue is honesty."

"Who believes you!"

"Well, the 'Tokyo handsome guy' part is absolutely true, I'm not lying to you."

Kumiko was about to say something when there was a sudden burst of warm applause from the audience in front of the curtain - the previous high school's performance had ended, and it was Kamikawa's turn.

Kumiko, who had just relaxed, suddenly became nervous again.

She looked at Watanabe Toru worriedly, but what she saw was a face that was not moved at all.

In all the competitions she had participated in so far, Kumiko had never seen such a confident expression on anyone.

Watanabe Toru raised his fist toward her.

Kumiko stared at the fist for a while, then as if suddenly remembering something, she gently bumped it with her much smaller fist.

"I'm going."

"Well, come on!"

"Enjoy my performance, Kumiko. There has never been a performance like this before, and there will never be one like this in the future."

Toru Watanabe took his oboe and music score and walked away, together with the people from Kamikawa High School, they stepped onto the stage that belonged to them.

Kumiko, left alone, closed her eyes again.

In the bottomless darkness, particles of light float beneath the thin eyelids.

"No problem. I can do anything now."

"Kumiko." Rina came over, "Let's get closer. I want to see how strong that guy is."

Kumiko opened her eyes and responded softly, "Yeah."

The two walked up to the curtain.

The place is already full of people, including those who like to listen to the performance like Luhui, and there are also students who are crazy about handsome guys or perverts looking at beautiful girls.

Looking at the stage exposed to strong light, Kumiko's heart began to beat hard again, but it was no longer because of nervousness. Instead, she was full of anticipation for the future and was eager to perform on stage.

Now, I can play even the most difficult transitional syllables perfectly!

"Next, number nine, representing Kanto, a student from the wind orchestra of Tokyo Metropolitan Kamikawa High School, will perform for everyone."

Each section of Kamikawa High School sat in the designated seats, and the music scores that had already been filled with notes were placed on the black music stands.

"The designated song is the fourth piece, and the free song is "Prosperous Four Seasons" composed by Kawa Hideaki, and conducted by Kiyono Rin."

As the announcement ended, the auditorium suddenly fell into darkness, with only the spotlight on the stage still on, the snow-white light shining on the black uniforms of Kamikawa High School.

At the command post, the commander, who was the same age as them, looked at everyone's face one by one.