My girlfriend is a bad lady

Over on the playground, the baseball team, which had vowed to leave the school if it failed to make it to the Koshien finals this year, was still practicing hard.

"The baseball club recruits famous baseball players from junior high school. Even so, they are training hard," said Toru Watanabe.

Qingye Rin knew that he was mocking the brass band that didn't train well but still dreamed of winning the national gold medal.

“The wind orchestra won national gold last year, so there should be some pretty strong new students enrolling this year,” she said.

After returning from Mizawa Village, Kiyono Rin was not as afraid of the cold as before and was able to speak a few words in the cold wind.

The baseball that Kunii Osamu deliberately hit towards this side rolled to Watanabe Toru's feet.

He bent down and picked it up.

"By then, there will surely be many boys who admire you and will enroll in the school." Toru Watanabe exerted force and the baseball flew out at high speed.

"Ah, are you jealous?"

"What kind of jealousy can there be between friends?"

Qingye Rin's pale cherry lips were hidden in her scarf: "There are more girls who admire your oboe."

In the distance, Kunii Osamu was running as fast as he could, chasing a baseball flying in the sky.

February 2, rain and snow

The monorail was shaking, and the carriage was silent, with the passengers all lowering their heads.

Small drops of water slowly slid down the glass window.

The silent atmosphere continued until Toru Watanabe walked into the classroom.

The classroom was heated and the atmosphere was lively.

Kunii Osamu, Saito Keisuke, and Ikeda Kazumi gathered together and chatted.

"Good morning, Watanabe-kun~" Ikeda Kazumi, who was facing the back door, was the first to see Watanabe Toru.

"Good morning." Watanabe Toru sat down in his seat, "What are you talking about?"

The heat from behind him blew his hair slightly.

"Watanabe," Kunii Osamu patted Watanabe Toru's shoulder, "Speaking of February, what do you think of?"

"Final exam?"

"Guess again."

"Did the Dutch East India Company's governor of Taiwan, Kou Yi, sign the surrender document and formally surrender to Zheng Chenggong's army?"

“……” The boy was speechless.

"Watanabe-kun, you are so funny~" the girl laughed.

"I'll give you a hint," Saito Keisuke said seriously, "sweet."

"sweet?"

"Yeah." Ikeda Kazumi nodded.

"Ah, I see." Watanabe Toru suddenly realized, "February is the best month to eat sugarcane."

"..."

"Hate it, Watanabe-kun, it's chocolate." Ikeda Kazumi smiled and pretended to hit Watanabe Toru.

Watanabe Toru naturally avoided the contact and said, "By the way, people with weak spleen and stomach should not eat it."

"Enough! It's Valentine's Day! Valentine's Day!" Kunii Osamu said loudly.

"It's only natural that Watanabe doesn't take Valentine's Day seriously." Saito Keisuke began to feel sorry for himself. "He must be fine. Our situation is not good."

"Kazumi-chan, will you give us chocolate?!" Kunii Osamu begged.

"As for giri chocolate," Ikeda Kazumi said cheerfully.

"Thank you, Master Hemei!" They both bowed 90 degrees at the same time, "We will return the favor!"

"You are exaggerating!" Ikeda Kazumi covered her mouth with her hands and was amused by them.

The winter school uniform sweater was deliberately stretched to cover most of her hands - this is Mengshou.

"By the way, if it's handmade chocolate, we will..."

"Get out of the way!" Ikeda Kazumi rejected it bluntly.

Saito Keisuke looked at Watanabe Toru: "Watanabe, will Kujo give you chocolate?"

"Kujo-san doesn't look like someone who would do something like that," Kunii Osamu speculated.

"Even if Kujo-san didn't give him any, Watanabe-kun would have received a lot of chocolates." Ikeda Kazumi said with a smile, "I heard that many girls are going to give him hand-knitted scarves and sweaters."

"Scarf and sweater? Please spare me, my K-san will kill me. I only dare to accept charity chocolates." Watanabe Toru said helplessly.

"Where is the birthday chocolate that Kiyono-san gave me?" Ikeda Kazumi asked mischievously.

"Don't make fun of her." Watanabe Toru's tone did not change.

Everyone tactfully stopped mentioning Kiyono Rin.

"Guess how many chocolates Watanabe will receive then?" said Keisuke Saito.

"If you don't want the natal chocolate, I'll give you thirty pieces, no, forty," Ikeda Kazumi said firmly.

"Forty? The return gift alone would have to cost 100,000 yen, right?" Kunii Osamu couldn't believe it.

Not only them, but also Class 4, and even the entire Shenchuan, no, other high schools are probably also entering a season of restlessness.

After school, when I walked to the corridor of the club building, I could often hear girls passing by chatting about Valentine's Day.

Walking in the elevated corridor wet by sleet and hearing the euphonium of Aoi Ikki, Toru Watanabe thought of Mai Asuka.

By the way, starting today, third-year students are not required to come to school in order to prepare for the private university entrance exams.

At this time of year, spring break is not far away - the day when Asuka Mai moves to Shinano Town.

Today's Human Observation Department:

Kiyono Rin is reading a book;

Miki Kujo was lying on the sofa, with her legs crossed, listening to music with headphones and playing with her mobile phone.

Toru Watanabe pulled down the hem of Miki Kujo's skirt to cover her overly revealing pantyhose.

"Meiji, why are you here today?" He sat down in his seat.

"Take a day off." replied Kujo Miki.

Taking a day off to go to school? Rich people have it hard.

"It's already February in the blink of an eye," Watanabe Toru paused, "Speaking of February, what do you think of?"

"La Bohème premiered in Italy." Kiyono Rin continued to look at the hardcover book in her hand.

"Po-Poshi what? Never mind. Meiji, what about you?"

"February? Real estate is off-season."

"..."

This is even more ridiculous than the 'Dutch East India Company surrendered to Zheng Chenggong', which is a famous historical event after all.

Does this mean that I won’t receive any chocolates from these two people on Valentine’s Day this year?

Watanabe Toru's originally restless heart was cooled down by the rain and snow.

Chapter 223: Restless Valentine's Day (2)

The next day, February 3rd, was a sunny day after the rain.

In the morning at the shoe closet, Kiyono Rin told Watanabe Toru to go to the wind band with her at noon.

After the morning class, Toru Watanabe followed her to inspect the "subordinate departments".

"What exactly?" he asked.

"It's about the regulations." Qingye Rin answered simply.

Watanabe Toru didn't ask any more questions. He was not interested in these things, and he would know the answer when the time came.

In the corridor, classmates who passed by saw the two walking together and cast curious glances at them.

The two of them are already big names on campus based on their looks alone, not to mention the endless anecdotes they have.

The reason why it is not obvious at ordinary times is that Kiyono Rin never chats with her classmates. Even in the wind band where she worked hard together, no one can become her friend.

As for Watanabe Toru, he only played around with the boys in his class, and others didn't see any sign that he had any intention of making friends with others.

The two ignored all the looks.

When I arrived at the third floor of the club building, I didn't hear any musical instrument training sounds.

As I approached the music room, I gradually heard a heated argument.

Because of the filtering of the soundproof door, the sound seems distant.

"We've said it all! We've said it multiple times! We'll train hard in the new semester!"

"Xiu-kun..."

"When we set the goal, you second-year students also agreed to set it as 'National Gold', right?"

"Ryo-san..."

"So what? Do you think we are your freshman? We will face the prospect of further studies next year, and not everyone will go to a music university!"

"Classmate Fanmei..."

"Does this have anything to do with whether you go to the Conservatory of Music or not? Didn't everyone train and study together last year? Why can't we do that today?"

"I say, are you first-years too arrogant?"

"So what!"

At the door, Watanabe Toru smiled and said to Kiyono Rin: "Do you think there will be a fight? I bet they will. It will take a week for the club to be clean."

Qingye Rin first glared at him who was gloating, and then said, "No."

The two continued to listen to the noise inside.

"Everyone, stop arguing!" Even when Hayami Xun spoke loudly, there was a sense of gentleness in her voice.

"By the way, Minister Hayami, why do you want to let outsiders interfere in the affairs of our wind band?"

"Kiyono-san is not an outsider."

"Huh? You decided to leave no matter how hard we tried to persuade you to stay. What right do you have to interfere now? And make rules that we must abide by?"

"Kiyono-san is doing this for the good of the brass band!" a first-year student said.

"For the good of the orchestra? Is that her business?"

"You are not allowed to talk about Kiyono-san like that!" It was the voice of Aoi Ikki.

"That's right! Kiyono-san led us to win the national gold medal, and I believe she is absolutely right!" Tamamo Yomi also spoke.

"Leader, haven't we tried hard? You listen to her so much, but it's a pity that she looks down on you!"

There was a rustling sound of tables and chairs rubbing against the ground.

Watanabe Toru put his hands in his pockets, leaned straight to the right, and leaned close to Kiyono Rin's ear:

"Rin-san is going to lose."

Qingye Rin said nothing and pushed open the heavy door of the music classroom.

"Hey! Hey! You can't be like this!" Watanabe Toru accused in a low and hurried voice.

The door was opened and the music classroom became quiet.

After the third grade students withdrew from the club, the remaining sixty or so members of the wind band were all present.

Most people huddled in the corner of the classroom to watch. Seven or eight people were arguing in the middle. Some chairs had fallen to the ground. Hayami Xun looked uneasy.

Everyone looked over.

"Kiyono-san?!" Hayami Kaoru walked over as if he had seen the real head of the wind band and let out a long sigh.