My girlfriend is a bad lady

The four of them arrived at the music classroom.

"You should know them, right?" Kumiko introduced Watanabe Toru and the other man to everyone. "They happened to be on a school trip to Kyoto this time, so I invited them to the club to exchange ideas."

After that, she said to the two of them, "Can you introduce yourself?"

Qingye Rin nodded: "Hello everyone, my name is Qingye Rin, I am the consultant and conductor of the wind band of Kamikawa High School, and my specialty is the trumpet."

The crowd applauded enthusiastically and talked a lot.

"Look closer, it's so beautiful!"

"What a great figure! Even with such a long skirt, you can tell her legs are so long and thin!"

"I really want to know how she became a consultant!"

The applause stopped and everyone fell silent, looking at Toru Watanabe.

They listened to the CD of the national competition countless times, watched it again and again, and the sound of the oboe was still so incredible.

I asked my advisor and oboe player Kazuka Mizuka, and they replied, "That's not a level you can catch up to if you work hard."

"Hello everyone, my instrument is the oboe, and my favorite food is Uji's matcha, especially matcha smoothies and matcha..."

"Tetsugu Watanabe-san."

"Well, Toru Watanabe, please give me your guidance." Toru Watanabe nodded and saluted to the people around him.

"Watanabe-san, can you play the oboe once?"

"Yes, yes, I am your biggest fan!"

The new second-year president, Yuko, clapped her hands and shouted, "Everyone, be quiet!"

After everyone quieted down, she said to Kiyono Rin and Watanabe Toru, "Kiyono-san, can you direct our ensemble practice at noon? Please!"

Qing Ye Lin put his hand on his chin and thought for a while: "It's "Dance of the Crescent Moon", right?"

Minister Yuko nodded excitedly: "That's right! This is our free song!"

"Kiyono-san has an amazing memory. We only got a bronze medal, but he still remembers the song we played." Kumiko said in surprise.

"Don't mention the bronze medal, Kumiko," Reina said with a sigh.

"Eh?" Kumiko came back to her senses, glanced at the embarrassed expressions of her classmates around her, and quickly apologized.

In the face of the national gold medal, it seems inappropriate to say that my club only won the bronze medal.

"To be honest," Qing Ye Lin glanced at them, "I'm surprised that you guys can enter the national competition with your level."

"Hmm!" Watanabe Toru made a loud noise and explained, "Our school was able to win the gold medal thanks to the strictness of Seino-san. Everyone, please be mentally prepared."

"Yes!" Instead of minding, everyone looked at Kiyono Rin curiously.

Maybe, with the mentality of stealing others' skills?

Kiyono Rin glanced at Watanabe Toru, walked up to the conductor's seat, and started looking at the music score of "Crescent Dance".

"Watanabe, are you coming too?" Kumiko asked expectantly.

She also wanted to hear that incredible voice again.

"I never turn down a friend's request, but I didn't bring my instrument. Does your club have an oboe?"

"Uh……"

How could a public school like Kitauji, which doesn't even have a school bus, buy such an expensive musical instrument?

The only oboe was bought by senior Kaizuka Mizuki herself.

Just when Kumiko was feeling sorry, Kaizuka Mizuki's calm voice came over: "If you don't mind, please use mine."

"Eh? Senior Mizuki, is this okay?" Kumiko asked in surprise.

"Yeah." Kaizuka Mizuki nodded, "I want to become stronger, for Shimei."

"Oh, I see." Kumiko understood immediately.

Watanabe Toru looked at the situation in front of him and felt it was very familiar.

He leaned close to Kumiko's ear and whispered, "Does this senior with a cool name like girls?"

"What's wrong with liking girls?!" Reina squeezed in between the two of them, looking up at Watanabe Toru with her pretty face, "Do you have any opinion?"

"Not at all. To be honest, I like girls too."

"Instead of exposing your queer fetish, why not look at the music score?" Qing Ye Lin shot a cold gaze at him. "What do you think, Watanabe Toru?"

"Everything you said is right."

Watanabe Toru walked towards Kaizuka Mizuki in the crowd.

Kaizuka Mizuki stood up, handed him the oboe, then sat next to Watanabe Toru, staring at his fingers and lips motionlessly.

Watanabe Toru looked at the reeds and praised, "Senior Kaizuka, although you are still far behind me, you are also an amazing reed player!"

"Yeah." Kaizuka Mizuki nodded slowly.

"..."

Chapter 166 School Trip (15)

Toru Watanabe put the reed in his mouth and tried to blow a short phrase.

The unfamiliar oboe quickly took on his appearance.

"I'm fine now," he said, removing the reed from his mouth.

Everyone in the Kitauji Wind Band looked at him with shining eyes, except for Kaizuka Mizuki who was sitting next to him. She was staring blankly at something with a thoughtful look on her face.

"Please play it again!" Kumiko requested firmly.

The scale alone is beautiful, and it looks really amazing when played by a great person.

"Aren't we going to play together?" said Toru Watanabe.

"It's okay!" A short girl clenched her fists and shouted on tiptoe.

Watanabe Toru was taken aback by her enthusiasm, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Well, a short tune should be enough."

Several basic practice songs slowly spread out from the oboe, and the heart-throbbing and goosebump-raising timbre penetrated the entire music classroom.

Kumiko listened silently, her heart fascinated.

The performance ended quickly, and everyone in the wind orchestra was not only impressed, but even stunned.

It's obviously the same song, but for some reason, every note released by Toru Watanabe is more gorgeous than anyone else's, making it irresistible.

Kumiko thinks this is what makes music interesting, but she is also afraid of this fact and needs to muster up the courage to face the huge gap between herself and others.

"That's right!" Kumiko suddenly had a good idea. "How about we connect to the school radio when we play together? Let all the students in the school listen together!"

"Agree!"

"And it's lunch break!"

"But I'll be nervous...Ah! No, no! My brain is already confused! Music score! Music score! Where is the music score?!"

Reaction was mixed, but almost universally in favor of the proposal.

After Minister Yuko nodded affirmatively, Kumiko looked at Kiyono Rin and Watanabe Toru, hoping to get their consent.

"No problem. Only when there's an audience can we show our true performance level." Kiyono Rin nodded in agreement.

"Where's Watanabe? There must be no problem, right?" Kumiko asked in a fierce tone that said 'no problems allowed'.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Watanabe Toru said in a dilemma, "Originally, everyone in Kitauji would like me 100% after seeing me, and after listening to my performance, it would become 1000%."

"What's that weird percentage? Just say you agree or not!" Lina said unhappily.

"I advise you to be more polite when you speak. I am your only fan. Be careful or I will stop following you."

"You..." Lina had never seen such a shameless boy and was so angry that she couldn't speak.

"Watanabe Toru-kun," Kiyono Rin rubbed his aching temple, "don't waste my time."

"Okay, I'm fine, let's start." Watanabe Toru's voice was crisp and clear.

After everyone was ready and the music was tuned, the new deputy director - a girl named Natsuki Nakagawa - connected the music classroom to the school radio.

"Hello, hello, sorry to bother you all, this is the wind band. Today we have invited a conductor and oboe player who won a national gold medal to come and exchange ideas..."

While the deputy director was communicating with the faculty and students of the entire school through the microphone, Toru Watanabe and Kumiko were also communicating in a low voice.

"Here are your notes. How's practice going?"

"You will definitely be surprised!" Kumiko replied with high morale, "Your senior is really amazing!"

"...It's quite impressive." Watanabe Toru said perfunctorily, "Don't let me down, I will always pay attention to the tone of the euphonium."

"Forget it!" Kumiko sternly refused, "Please concentrate on playing your part!"

At present, she can only show off her "effort not to lose to others". As for her performance level, please wait until next year!

It will definitely surprise Watanabe! Just call her 'Kumiko-sister'!

“…That’s all. Please listen to the wind orchestra’s lunchtime ensemble, ‘Dance of the Crescent Moon’!” The deputy director ended his exchange, and the two also ended their conversation.

Qingye Rin looked around at everyone and slowly raised his baton.

"call--"

The sound of the orderly and even breathing was transmitted through the radio to every corridor and every room in Kitauji.

In the office, teachers put down their work; in the classroom, students stopped chatting, and even the boys playing basketball on the playground stopped shooting.

Silence dominated Kitauji at this moment.

The next moment, the main melody of the trumpet rose up.

……

In the third grade classroom, Asuka Tanaka was eating a sandwich and listening to the ensemble on the radio.

The notes were neat and uniform, without a single impurity. It seemed that they did not waste their time even after she withdrew.

"You're awesome, Asuka!" praised a good girl in the class.

"Hehe, after all, she is my junior!" Asuka Tanaka took a sip of milk proudly.

"With this level of skill, you didn't get the national gold medal?"

Asuka Tanaka put down the milk and said with a wry smile: "The national competition is full of monsters, especially..."

The classroom, which had been gradually becoming noisy, suddenly became quiet.

The melodious sound of a gospel singer is like the sigh of God, and the sun resonates with it and becomes more sacred.

"What is this?" the girl asked in surprise, "A song composed by a computer?"

Asuka Tanaka shrugged and said easily: "This is the level of the oboe of the national champion."

"Lie? How can it be so nice?"

"Hahaha, that's a lie. If everyone is like that..."

"Look outside!" a boy sitting by the window shouted.

Everyone subconsciously looked out the window, their eyes widened, their mouths opened, and their faces were full of disbelief.

……

Another classroom for the third grade.

The mechanical pencil in Aoi's hand stopped at some point.

She looked out the window at Kitauji's largest broadcast.

Countless white pigeons are flying, their white feathers reflecting the sunlight, making it impossible to open your eyes.

……

The ensemble ended, and Kumiko's cheeks were lightly flushed.

She thought that she had just demonstrated all her efforts during this period.

But that’s not enough. I only know a little bit of the contents in the notebook.