My girlfriend is a bad lady

"Senior, Watanabe-senpai!" Horikita Mai took the reed out of her mouth and jumped over.

"How are you preparing?"

Toru Watanabe looked at the reed in her hand and recalled the time last year when he made his own reed by the window after school.

"Absolutely not." Horikita Mai said with a bitter face.

"Read more of what I've pointed out to you, and also read what you should pay attention to when playing in an ensemble."

"Okay! I understand! I will try my best and will not let you down!"

"Just be true to yourself."

Toru Watanabe stopped chatting and walked into the music classroom.

The classroom, which is usually filled with stools and music stands, is now empty.

There were three stools, two desks and a music stand placed in the center.

There are two tables for Toru Watanabe and Rin Kiyono, and a music stand for the members participating in the audition to place the music scores.

Kiyono Rin was already sitting at a desk, writing something on the music score with a pencil.

In the empty music classroom, the only sound was the rustling sound of her writing on paper.

"Good morning, Kiyono-san." Toru Watanabe walked over and sat next to her, smelling a light, sweet fragrance.

"Good morning."

"What are you writing?"

“The key points of each instrument’s performance.”

"You're just helping out but you're taking it so seriously."

Qingye Rin did not answer him. She was sometimes lost in thought, and sometimes scribbling on the music score, writing the names of instruments such as "clarinet, bass clarinet, flute, oboe" between the notes.

That should be the section where each instrument will be tested.

If I knew the content of the assessment a month in advance, I wonder if I could use it to trade with the girls in the wind band and ask them to run errands and buy drinks.

Toru Watanabe was thinking about meaningless things, and soon the selection time came.

In the morning, it is brass instruments, and in the afternoon, it is woodwind and percussion instruments. The first part to be selected is the euphonium.

There were no third-year members in the euphonium club, so the first one to join was Aoi Ikki from the second year.

She walked in nervously, sat down uneasily opposite the two of them, and placed the wrinkled music score on the music stand.

"Please tell us your grade, name, and instrument you are responsible for," said Qingye Rin.

Although we were in the same class, she still followed the procedures meticulously.

Kiyono Rin would never show mercy just because of their good relationship, so she let Ikki Aoi introduce herself respectfully as a junior or subordinate.

"Tuning?" Qingye Rin's voice was flat.

"It's already been adjusted!"

"Play the thirty-second bar of the designated song until I say stop. Start."

"Yes!"

Ikki Aoi took two deep breaths, picked up the euphonium above her knee-length pleated skirt, took a third deep breath, and then put her lips to the mouthpiece.

The rich and powerful sound of the euphonium vibrates the air in the music classroom in early May.

Watanabe Toru listened quietly.

Aoi Ichiki's voice is very similar to Mai Asuka's early days.

"That's it." Qingye Rin suddenly spoke.

Ikki Aoi's mind was blank and she had no idea where she was playing. She could only stupidly follow the instructions and put down the instrument.

"The characteristic of the euphonium is that its tone is soft, yet it carries a very deep resonance. Ikki-san, go back and think about it carefully."

"Yes!" After answering subconsciously, Ikki Aoi's face turned pale.

This is, failed? Her face showed a color of self-doubt.

Judging from her appearance, after all, they are classmates. Watanabe Toru said:

"Congratulations, Ichiki-san."

"…Huh?" Ikki Aoi stared at Watanabe Toru, then remembered that Kiyono Rin had the final say in this matter, so she looked at Kiyono Rin nervously.

"The results will be announced at noon." Qing Ye Lin said coldly, "Please call the next person in."

"Ah, yes!"

Ikki Aoi put away the music score and walked towards the classroom door without feeling comfortable.

"Is it okay to tell her ahead of time?"

"How do you know she passed?"

"Don't I know you? You only say a few words about things you care about. For example, I'm the one you scold the most."

"Don't be so self-righteous. I scold you because you deserve it."

Listening to the conversation between the two people behind him, Ikki Aoi finally felt the thickness of the wooden floor under his feet.

Passed!

She was holding her musical instrument and sheet music, but she opened the classroom door very skillfully.

The euphoniums are all finished and there is a fifteen-minute break.

At this time, apart from Toru Watanabe and Rin Kiyono, only Aoi Ikki, who has confirmed that she has passed, can truly rest.

The rest, including the euphonium members who had already been interviewed, were all extremely nervous.

Toru Watanabe propped his chin up and stared out the window.

You can faintly hear the cheers of sports clubs such as the baseball club and the track and field club, and everyone is cheering for the game.

He turned his head and said to Qingye Rin who was writing the qualified list:

"I heard that when you were a kid, you won the whole afternoon playing rock-paper-scissors and let Meiji push you on the swing for the whole afternoon?"

"She told you?"

"Her mother."

Qingye Rin nodded.

"Are you good at rock-paper-scissors?" Watanabe Toru continued.

"I've only played rock-paper-scissors with Kujo Miki, so I don't know if I'm good at it or not."

Watanabe Toru clenched his fist with the hand that was not supporting his head and stretched it between the two of them.

"Whoever loses will be treated to lunch today," he said.

"Did you bring change?" Qing Ye Lin put down the pen, "You still haven't paid me back the money I paid for the Valentine's Day gift return."

"You're pretty confident." Watanabe Toru sat up straight and rolled up his school uniform sleeves. "It's a pity that you're the one who treated us. You should have thought about whether you had any change."

The sunlight shone through the gaps formed by the white curtains, with Watanabe Toru backlit, and the sunlight shone gently on Kiyono Rin's face.

After the first game.

"Best of three is fine too." Watanabe Toru said proudly.

"No need." After a brief pause, Qing Ye Lin said, "Let's bet on dinner."

"I admire your courage in admitting failure."

"Heh." Qingye Rin sneered.

The second sentence is still Watanabe Toru's victory.

"Alas." The victor sighed sadly.

"Come again."

"Lunch tomorrow?"

"You didn't bring roses today, did you? If you win, I'll forgive you."

"You really hold a grudge. I have to be more careful with you next time."

"With your personality, you should have written "Always beware of that woman Qingye" on the first page of your diary."

"You guessed wrong. What I wrote was "No matter when or where, be careful of R-san."

As he spoke, the third game decided the winner.

Watanabe Toru's long, slender hands are fists, and Kiyono Rin's white, slender little hands are scissors.

"Come again." Qing Ye Lin said expressionlessly, "If you win, I will forgive you for writing bad things about me in your diary; if I win, give me your diary."

"The stakes seem disproportionate, but never mind, rock-paper-scissors."

In the fourth game, the winner continued his winning streak.

Qingye Rin looked at Watanabe Toru carefully, staring at his face unscrupulously.

It's a handsome face that any woman would fall in love with just by staring at it.

"You cheated?" she said.

"No." Watanabe Toru answered with a smile, also staring at her beautiful little face.

"All by luck?"

"Yes."

"lie."

"I just have quick reactions. I can see what you are planning when you throw a punch."

Qingye Rin took the music score, turned his back, and wrote something on it.

Then, she turned around and said to Watanabe Toru, "I have already written down what I want to offer. What are you going to offer?"

"Still like this?"

"This bet is all the previous ones. If I win, all the previous ones will be counted as mine."

"What if you lose?" Watanabe Toru asked curiously, "The stakes are so high this time, what are you going to bet on?"

"If I lose..." Qingye Rin pondered for a moment, then raised his jade-like little finger.

Watanabe Toru looked at her in confusion.

"I allow you to touch the little finger of the Kiyonomi God."

"..." Watanabe Toru pressed her hand, "Stop it."

His palm briefly touched the smooth and slippery back of Kiyono Rin's hand.

Late in the evening after a dance last year, he briefly put his arm around her slender waist through her clothes;

At Kyoto Station, he placed his hands on her curvaceous shoulders through her performance clothes.

Just now, he touched her body for the first time.

Warm and tender, smooth and delicate, gentle and stable.

The lingering touch and slight body temperature touched Watanabe Toru's heartstrings, numbed them, and then filled with warmth.

"I accept your bet," he blurted out.

"You have a girlfriend, but you're playing this kind of game with me. How dirty." Qingno Rin pressed the back of her hand that was touched.

"Well, obscene."

“Vulgar.”

"Vulgar, so vulgar." Toru Watanabe followed her and scolded himself.

The touch of Qingye Rin's back of the hand still lingered in his mind, unable to leave for a long time.

At that moment, he would have given anything to keep that touch.

Kiyono Rin looked at Watanabe Toru's bright and clear eyes, and at this moment, his gaze on her became burning.