My girlfriend is a bad lady

No one would go to such a place except students who want to do bad things secretly in school, and deliberately put themselves in the position of "sleeping on the dirty ground with their hands behind their heads".

"What's your plan? Why did you recommend me to be the minister?" Tamamo Yoshimi asked in a questioning tone.

“Because you have talent.”

"Do you mean that we have to train very hard to join Group A, or that our grades are at the bottom and we have to attend summer tutoring?" Tamamo Yoshimi's face suddenly came close to him and her finger poked at Watanabe Toru's chest.

Toru Watanabe leaned back slightly to avoid physical contact.

"There are people down there, if you mess up I'll call for help," he said.

Tamamo Haomei was not panicked at all. She unbuttoned her chest and threatened:

"If you don't explain it to me, I'll yell at you as a pervert."

Watanabe Toru turned his gaze towards the bottom of the stairs, where Hyakunin Ichibu had set a challenge.

"I saw you practicing alone in a corner of the school a few days ago, and when Senior Hayami came to ask, I recommended you."

"You peeked at my breasts, didn't you?!"

"Steal... forget it." Watanabe Toru was too lazy to ask how many misunderstandings there were. "I just recommended you to be the minister. Why do you care so much?"

"You want to see me make a fool of myself!" Tamamo Haomei said with certainty.

"Idiot." Watanabe Toru cursed unceremoniously.

"What did you say?!"

"I said it because you have talent."

"What, what talent?" Although Tamamo Harumi still looked unreasonable, she was still a human being after all, and deep down in her heart she was secretly looking forward to Watanabe Toru's answer.

"effort."

"Hard work is also considered talent?!"

"Of course." Watanabe Toru explained, "In this world, many things can be achieved with just hard work, such as getting into a good school and getting a stable, high-paying job."

"It's not that easy."

"Yes, it's not easy. People who can do these things are envied by most people. Why?"

"Because it's not easy." Tamamo Yomi glanced at Watanabe Toru with a 'is there any need to ask?' look, but found that he was not looking at her.

She looked down at her chest, which was white and round, and made people drool just by looking at it.

"Hypocritical." She muttered under her breath and buttoned her clothes.

Watanabe Toru ignored her muttering and her actions and said:

"For most people, these things can be done with just hard work, but the seemingly simplest efforts are not something that everyone can do. It is a talent that can be acquired at any time, but there are very, very few people who can acquire it, and you are one of them."

"...There are many people in the wind orchestra who work hard, why me?" Tamamo Mimi played with her hair with her fingers, feeling a little secretly happy in her heart.

"Because I want to see what you will become."

"What do you mean? Do you really want to laugh at me?!"

"If possible, I hope that you can rely on your hard work to become the center of attention, not just rely on appearance."

Watanabe Toru withdrew his gaze from the Hyakunin Ichibu and looked directly at Tamamo Yomi: "Haven't you been doing this all along?"

"What is it to you!" Tamamo Haomi's tone suddenly turned fierce again, but even the typhoon that had not yet arrived could hear her bluffing.

After a moment of silence, just as Watanabe Toru was about to end the conversation, she asked fiercely:

“What should a minister do?”

"As for you..." Watanabe Toru didn't care about her tone, "First, remember the names of the more than 100 people in the wind band."

"I……"

This was completely different from the minister that Tamamo Yoshimi had imagined, but just as she was about to open her mouth to refute, she realized that she really didn't know that many people.

Not to mention the wind orchestra with more than a hundred people, she doesn’t even know the full names of some of the boys and girls in the class of forty.

This has nothing to do with whether your memory is good or bad, the key is whether you care or not.

Unable to refute, she changed the direction and Tamamo Yomi mocked, "You are the same age as me, yet you are so self-righteous and talk a lot of nonsense."

"It's not the truth, it's just some summary of life. And whether you are old or young, it doesn't matter at all. What matters is what you have experienced."

"... Humph!" Tamamo Haomi twisted her lips, then stretched out her hand and said reluctantly, "Let's make peace."

In order to avoid school rules as much as possible, the pair of fair and delicate hands were painted with light-colored nail polish.

"I already have a girlfriend, so a handshake is fine."

"Tsk—" Tamamo Haomei immediately withdrew her hand, "Don't act like you're a loyal man, it's disgusting! Also, if you don't make peace with Haomei, don't blame Haomei for continuing to say bad things about you!"

"As long as you don't say that I molested you. I'm going to rehearse the drama, and you should do your best too. Bye." Toru Watanabe waved his hand and turned to leave the staircase platform.

After watching Watanabe Toru disappear, Tamamo Yoshimi took out a small mirror from the pocket of her pleated skirt, adjusted her bangs and makeup, making sure she appeared in front of her classmates in the most beautiful posture.

'Because you have talent.'

She and herself in the mirror looked at each other, bright and lively eyes, delicate face, so beautiful.

“…The Minister.”

My shoulders suddenly felt heavy and I took a deep breath. Along with the pressure came the expectation for the future.

The blood started to rush and I had an urge to do something immediately.

"Okay! First, remember the names of the more than 100 members of the wind band!"

Tamamo Haomei closed the mirror, took a step forward, and walked down the stairs briskly.

……

"What did you say?" As soon as Watanabe Toru entered the club classroom, he asked Kujo Miki, who was holding her face with her hands and reading the script casually.

Ikki Aoi, who arrived early, had already explained the reason for his lateness.

"Tell her that hard work is also talent and that she should have confidence in herself."

Kujo Miki raised her eyes and looked at him: "You are quite gentle."

"I have no interest in her and I don't have any intentions." Toru Watanabe walked over and sat down.

"Has the next director been decided?" Ikki Aoi asked doubtfully, "Isn't Hayami-senpai still considering it?"

...It's a difficult situation.

Watanabe Toru suddenly realized that he seemed to have said enough just now. In this case, there was no way to prevent Tamamo Yomi from becoming the minister.

If you think about it carefully, it's not a bad idea to let her be the minister.

Judging from the way she looked just now, the future would probably develop in a positive direction, at least that's how it seemed for now - and that was enough.

"Let's start practicing." Qingye Rin was not interested in these things.

In preparation for the performance the next day, the six of them rehearsed diligently the entire afternoon. Fortunately, the cultural festival lasted for three days, so after the performance tomorrow, they still had time to take a walk around.

Toru Watanabe has decided to join the shogi club and win the title of "Kamikawa Ryuoh" that he missed last year.

This has nothing to do with losing 200 yen last year.

"The wind outside seems to be getting stronger." Towards evening, Ikki Aoi lay by the window and looked at the sky.

Yesterday at dusk, Tokyo's sky was a rare purple-red color, and today it was just like usual, but with strong winds.

"The school sent a message," Koizumi Aona held her phone in her hand, "notifying the teachers to organize the students to finish the cultural festival and leave school early."

"That's all for today." Qingye Rin put down the script and rubbed his brows with a slightly tired look.

The fair and pretty little face is a little delicate, so beautiful that people can't help but wonder: How can someone be so beautiful?

"Everyone, be careful on the road. Watanabe, Mai, go to the office and wait for me, I will take you back." After giving the instructions, Koizumi Aona left the club to inform other students.

The remaining five people packed up their things and left the club.

Ikki Aoi went to look for the friend she usually went home with;

Kiyono Rin is going to return the club key and go to the office with Asuka Mai.

Toru Watanabe sent Miki Kujo to the school gate.

The first floor was crowded with people, and many students who had received the news in advance and changed their shoes and were ready to leave were crowded there.

The wind was strong outside. When Watanabe Toru and the others went downstairs, the sky had become gloomy at some point, and the sky and the earth were dark.

Several boys rushed out in one breath, their clothes immediately stuck to their bodies and their ties flew up.

"No... cough cough cough!" I couldn't even speak in the wind.

They retreated again.

"What should I do? If I don't leave now, I won't be able to leave later!"

"I don't know how long the typhoon will last. It doesn't matter if it ends before 10 o'clock. Don't worry."

Toru Watanabe and Miki Kujo stood behind the crowd.

"Can the car drive in?" asked Toru Watanabe.

Miki Kujo took out her cell phone. Her hands were slender and well-proportioned, but they were girls' hands after all, and overall they were not big, which made the already not-small cell phone look even bigger.

She was just about to make a call when a broadcast came over the radio.

There was no preface, the announcer just said:

"Students who have not left the school yet are not allowed to leave! Please go to the gymnasium in an orderly manner!"

It was broadcast three times in a row. As soon as the broadcast disappeared, the physical education teacher and several other teachers came over and closed the glass door.

The whistling sound of the wind suddenly became distant.

"Go to the gymnasium immediately and use the passage on the second floor! No opening of windows or going out is allowed!" the teachers shouted.

The students changed back into their indoor shoes in an orderly manner. Instead of being afraid, they talked excitedly and walked towards the gymnasium.

"Go back or stay?" Watanabe Toru asked Kujo Miki.

The wind is very strong now, but it can't do anything to Miki Kujo's modified car.

"Forget it." Kujo Miki said lazily, "The civilians stay to take refuge, and I will stay to pretend. It is necessary to maintain equality in front of the public, not to mention that this is just a typhoon that is not a big deal."

"Staying by my side is the best option."

"We want to die together? You can't let me live alone." Kujo Miki turned her head and asked him.

"That's not bad either." Watanabe Toru said with a smile.

The two walked towards the gymnasium, and Miki Kujo used her cell phone to inform the driver to go back.

In the corridor, the Student Union, Discipline Committee, and Cultural Festival Executive Committee were maintaining order.

Before we even reached the gymnasium, strong winds blew down raindrops as big as beans.

Through the corridor windows, the huge sounds of rain and wind made it feel as if the school building was being dragged away.

The students in the corridor were even more excited.

The sounds of laughter, running in the corridor, and loud shouting, and the rain hitting the glass windows of the classroom, flowing down like a waterfall.

These noisy sounds, in the dim and enclosed campus, are like the roar of sea water rushing into the school building, one after another.

Looking into the distance, the oak trees were swaying in the wind and rain, and their leaves were like weeds, falling in one direction.

Most of the cultural festival promotion banners hung above had disappeared, and only a few were stuck in the branches and were floating like ghosts.

This scene soon disappeared.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, the scenery outside was almost indistinguishable, and all I could see out the window was rain and fog.

Everything in the world seemed to be holding its breath in this storm.

There was only the creaking of the windows and the wind whistling through the first-floor corridor, making a shrill sound like a flute.

"This is the first time I've seen such a strong typhoon. I hope there won't be a power outage," said Toru Watanabe.

"Where is your [Sunny Doll]?" Miki Kujo glanced at him.

"You want such a big typhoon to disappear suddenly?"

The two chatted as they walked into the gymnasium.