My girlfriend is a bad lady

[I like this type, and I also like the type of Haomei]

[You like the cute type, right? ]

【Grass】

[Hmm? Why is there another handsome guy? ]

[It's so handsome! I'm jealous! ]

[Ah——So cool]

[You girls are so disgusting, can you please stop looking at faces and focus more on talent! ]

Graduation representative Asu Mai and first-year representative Watanabe Toru were also among those who entered early.

"That guy is Watanabe," Tamamo Yoshimi whispered, "He's a super scumbag."

“Don’t talk nonsense, Hao Mei-chan.” The girl in the trumpet section turned around with a smile.

"If Watanabe-kun hears this, he'll start swearing again."

"Speaking of cursing, I recently dreamed that Watanabe-kun cursed me."

"What did you scold you for?"

"Why are you so cute? You made me fall in love with you. Let's get married. I said, no, Watanabe-kun, you are not yet eighteen years old. Please wait until that day to propose to me!"

"It's really a dream."

"I feel like it's her delusion, not a dream."

"Ah, how annoying! You actually guessed it."

"I've thought about this plot of yours ten times in my mind since the first time I met Watanabe-kun."

"Ten times? Yuka, you're amazing."

"What's this? I heard that Chi Chi from the art department drew a girls' manga based on Watanabe-kun, and it has been published by "Housewife and Life"."

"Housewife life?"

"It's not what you think. It's a publishing house. The main thing is..."

The girls talked about endless topics.

Toru Watanabe and Mai Asuka were seated close to the stage, making it convenient for them to go up and speak later.

After chatting for a while, at 9:50, the first and second graders began to enter.

Once they are seated, the third grade will be next.

"Everyone, let's start." Hayami Xun didn't hold the bassoon today, so she was in charge of the command.

Tamamo Haomi put her phone back in her pocket, leaving only the camera exposed, and picked up the trombone on her knees.

As Hayami Kaoru waved his baton, the solemn symphony slowly began to play.

To the sound of music, the third graders were divided into groups of two and entered the venue in an orderly manner.

At the door, they will bow to the teachers, parents and juniors in the stadium, then walk through the corridor formed by the juniors and come to the front of the square.

[Ah! I can’t see anything! ]

[The trombone is in a very disadvantageous position]

[I am satisfied just by looking at the back]

[I want to see the handsome guy just now! ! ! ]

[It doesn’t matter. He will go up to speak later and will definitely see it.]

Everyone took their seats, the music stopped, and the dean of studies presided over the graduation process.

“Dear parents, dear friends…”

After a long opening speech, he said, "Now please invite the first-year representative, Toru Watanabe, to come to the stage and speak."

Inside the venue, the applause from the students, especially the girls, was much louder than that from the parents in the audience.

Some parents speculated that the children were fed up with the dean’s remarks;

Some parents speculated that this student, Toru Watanabe, was very popular;

Some parents also speculated that the children just wanted to make the graduation stage more grand through applause.

Following the children's gaze, a student near the stage stood up.

He is slightly taller than the average male high school student and has a very handsome appearance.

He walks confidently, and although his steps are not fast, they seem to be carrying the wind.

His back was straight, his eyes were looking straight ahead, and he occasionally looked around, just like a ray of bright sunshine piercing through the dark clouds.

People like him are very smart at first glance;

A man like him, at first glance, is a man without any black spots;

People like him are sincere at first glance.

In addition, there is strong self-confidence.

Believe that you are the best young person, believe in your own talents, and believe that you will own the whole world in the future - this is such a confident person.

Just as everyone was marveling at the boy's temperament and their eyes were obsessed with his handsomeness, a beautiful female teacher suddenly walked over and stopped him.

Everyone looked over curiously.

The female teacher spoke to the boy in a low voice while quickly buttoning up his open school uniform.

Afterwards, the female teacher bowed and apologized to everyone around her, then quickly walked back to her seat.

The second graders nearby burst into laughter.

"Watanabe-kun also gets confused sometimes." The wind band was also discussing this scene in a low voice.

"He's used to opening his school uniform."

"It's okay in the summer, but in the winter it's just showing off." Tamamo Yomi insisted on her 'Watanabe Black' stance.

"But Watanabe-kun is just as handsome whether he button his school uniform or not."

"I agree!"

"I agree, but the style of being handsome is different."

"Are there any problems with your eyes?"

"Hello Mei-chan, why do you keep saying bad things about Watanabe-kun? Is there a contradiction?"

"You are the weird ones, haven't you forgotten that he scolded us?" Tamamo Yomi couldn't understand these people.

Watanabe-kun walked to the podium.

"Hello everyone, I'm the first-year representative, Toru Watanabe."

The clear and pleasant voice came through the loudspeaker and reached everyone's ears, and the gymnasium fell silent.

"The grass sprouts, the oak blossoms, the breeze blows warmly from the sea..."

The voice doesn't have much emotion, but it makes people feel particularly low and sad.

Just hearing the words 'oak tree in bloom' made Ikki Aoi feel sad.

She looked at Mai-senpai who was looking at the stage.

After today, no matter how many times I come to school, I will never hear the beautiful sound of the senior student playing the euphonium coming from the corridor again.

She will never be by her side again.

She would never play the euphonium beside her again.

"Next, please invite the third-year graduate representative, Mai Asuhi, to come on stage."

Hearing the voice, Ikki Aoi came to her senses and found that her eyes were blurred by tears and she could not see the farewell party in front of her clearly.

She wiped away her tears quickly.

Not only her, but many people in the wind orchestra had tears in their eyes.

Maybe they are reluctant to leave Asuka Mai, maybe they are reluctant to leave the club leader Komatsu Misaki, and the saxophone section may be reluctant to leave Miya Madoka-senpai...

Everyone has their own treasure.

On the stage, the first-year representative pinned cherry blossoms on the third-year graduates.

"Hello everyone, I am the third-year graduate representative, Asuhi Mai..."

After finishing his speech, the Dean stepped forward again and said into the microphone:

"Graduates, stand up."

The third years stood up and everyone looked at them.

"Sing the school song together."

The wind band played music and the third grade sang the final Kamikawa school song.

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

This is the school song.

It is a song of welcome at the beginning of the school year;

During the competition, it is a song of glory;

Now, it is a song of farewell.

It roams the vast, enclosed space of the gymnasium.

Chapter 230 After the Graduation Ceremony, Going to the Flower Shop at Noon

"The 56th graduation ceremony of Kamikawa High School has concluded. Everyone please stand up."

Teachers, parents, first and second graders, and school leaders on the stage, all stood up.

Only the third-year graduates were still sitting.

"Third grade, leave." The slightly hoarse voice of the dean of studies ignited the emotion of parting.

First it was Class 4 of Grade 3. They stood up and bowed to everyone.

The head teacher of Class 4, Grade 3 walked in front, and the graduates of Class 4, Grade 3 followed behind.

As soon as they took a step, everyone clapped subconsciously, and the wind band played the melody of "Shinkawa School Song".

"Ancun-senpai--" a girl suddenly shouted in the second-year team.

In Class 4, Grade 3, a girl with a ponytail waved over there.

"Katsuta-senpai—" a boy with a crew cut yelled in the first-year team.

"Do your best in next year's competition!" A boy with a crew cut in the Grade 3, Class 4 team pumped his fist vigorously.

Just like the first two drops of a rainstorm falling to the ground, and then the raindrops all hit the ground with a crackling sound.

"senior--"

"Yamamoto-senpai——"

"Naomi-senpai—"

At the exit of the gymnasium, when Class 4 of Grade 3 was about to pass by and disappear, a lot of balloons suddenly fell down.

The third-year students, who had been in a stable mood and had agreed to leave in style, covered their eyes with their wrists.

After the graduation ceremony, everyone spent time in the atrium.

Take photos with parents, take photos with younger classmates, and chat about where to go for fun later.

Toru Watanabe avoided the crowd and stood alone under the beech tree, watching everyone immersed in the noisy and uneasy atmosphere of farewell.

The scene before my eyes is like the port of Southampton where the Titanic was about to set sail: exciting, happy, sad, and confused.

Keisuke Saito went to the Computer Research Department for a farewell party, and Kunii Osamu...

"one two Three!"