My girlfriend is a bad lady

"I will tell Qingnai about what happened today."

"Mr. Miyazaki, please don't say anything that might lead to misunderstanding!"

Chapter 73: The boy and girl leave for a concert at Yotsuya Station

Any outstanding high school wind band will have regular concerts.

If you make it to the national conference and your level is good, you can even charge admission.

Of course, wind ensembles without grades can also participate in regular concerts, but even if it is free, there may not be enough people to come.

At the beginning of the new semester, perhaps unwilling to let high school life end in such a dull manner, the "top management" of the Kamikawa High School Wind Orchestra decided:

Participate in the Kanto Tournament.

Not only did they shout out such slogans, they also took practical actions to achieve it: they strengthened their training and took the initiative to sign up for regular concerts.

Then, the first regular concert, I got slammed.

And it was a pretty depressing review.

According to Asako Hanada, she lay on the bed without moving for the whole day after she returned home. Such were the discouraging comments.

"As long as we have happy memories, it's fine. With our level, no matter how much we practice, we won't be able to enter the Kanto Tournament."

I don’t know which senior student spoke first, but more and more people agreed, so “Rush into the Kanto Competition” became a meaningless slogan written on the blackboard.

It doesn't matter to them whether they give up or not, but they have to perform as agreed for the regular concert they signed up for on a whim.

There is a concert hall called Kioi Hall near Sophia University. Take the train from Yotsuya Station, get off at Kojimachi 5-chome, and walk 500 meters to the hall.

The regular concerts of the Kamikawa High School Wind Orchestra are held in this concert hall.

On Saturday, it was drizzling but not unpleasant. Toru Watanabe, holding a transparent umbrella, stood at the ticket gate of Yotsuya Station.

Today is also the Human Observation Club's club activity: for the love story of Aoi Ikki, go to the concert of the wind orchestra.

Toru Watanabe had no idea what the connection was between the two.

However, before school was over yesterday, Qing Ye Lin gave the president's order in a gentle tone, "You must come", and because there were too many handles, he had no choice but to participate obediently.

However, going to a concert hall to listen to music on a rainy day is also a good way to pass the time.

If you really don't understand, the worst that can happen is that you just take a nap.

As I was staring at the raindrops in a daze, I heard a very familiar sound of footsteps behind me. I could feel the strong self-awareness of "the whole world is waiting for me" from the melody.

Watanabe Toru looked back in disbelief.

Miki Kujo, wearing a retro light blue blouse and a white high-waisted skirt, stood there.

"My Meiji is still on the other side of the ocean. I must be hallucinating because I miss her so much."

Miki Kujo narrowed her eyes slightly. The rain in the air immediately changed the feeling from refreshing to sticky and depressing.

Of course, this is just an exaggeration. The only thing that has changed is Watanabe Toru's mood.

"Where are you going?" She folded her arms and sneered.

"This..." Watanabe Toru hesitated for a second and decided to confess.

He explained everything that happened between him and the girl during this period: where they met, what they talked about, and how many meters apart they were.

Of course, we will never mention that Asuka Mai is a pervert.

If you confess to that extent, it is not confession, but a sign of being mentally ill and seeking death.

The dream in the early morning was also appropriately modified, and Kujo Miki became the only woman appearing in it!

After hearing this, Kujo Miki looked at Watanabe Toru meaningfully and said, "My Watanabe, you seem to have a good relationship with Kiyono Rin."

"No, we are just acquaintances at best. Didn't I just say that I severely humiliated her in physical education class?"

"Then why did you follow her into the infirmary?" Kujo Miki walked into Watanabe Toru's umbrella and tucked her long right leg between his legs.

"..."

"Hmm?" Miki Kujo's soft and delicate palm gently rested on Toru Watanabe's shoulder.

Such an ambiguous posture attracted many jealous glances at the station.

But they didn't know that this posture of Kujo Miki would allow her to kick with greater force with her right foot!

Watanabe Toru didn't dare to move now.

Of course, it was easy to subdue Kujo Miki in his arms, but what happened next? A battle royale at Yotsuya Station?

Miki Kujo looked at Toru Watanabe who was speechless, and suddenly smiled happily, then left Toru Watanabe lightly.

"Look at you, you're so cute." She patted Watanabe Toru's chest, "Let's go."

Watanabe Toru breathed a sigh of relief: "Where to?"

"Aren't you going to see a concert? I'm free today, so I'll fulfill my girlfriend's duty and go with you."

"Really? Miki, you're so cute!" Watanabe Toru reached out and held Kujo Miki's hand, "I really want to take you home during the summer vacation."

"You want me to meet your parents?"

"No, mainly because I want to tie you up and hide you in the locker when I think about not being able to see you for more than a month during the summer vacation."

"Hmm - that's a good idea. Next time I go abroad, I'll hide you in my luggage."

"..." Watanabe Toru changed the subject, "Have the official business matters been resolved?"

"No." Kujo Miki turned her head to look at him and said with a smile, "You called me pitifully and said you missed me, so I came back to see you."

"Miji, I love you." Watanabe Toru's eyes were filled with tears.

"Hehe, good boy."

The two held hands and walked side by side, like a real couple, chatting and laughing as they got on the tram to the concert hall.

The latest human observation results report:

Like the sun, the light of the stars comes from the distant past. What humans are experiencing now was actually predetermined in the past.

What Deputy Minister Toru Watanabe meant was: When one's mind is not clear, one must not make random phone calls.

I can't even call you to say I miss you!

There are many people who come to listen to music for free on weekends, including families and couples holding hands like them.

When entering, Toru Watanabe helped Kujo Miki open the glass door. After Kujo Miki passed, he saw a woman holding a baby behind her, so he kept holding the door and waiting for her to pass.

"Thank you." The woman nodded to him.

As a result of this action, Kujo Miki stepped on him mercilessly.

"I..." Watanabe Toru pointed at the woman's back and spoke after a long while, "She already has a child and is a mother. Can't I just help her?"

"No."

"..."

"No women under sixty are allowed."

"..."

"If I see you opening the door for a woman again, it won't be stepping on her foot." Kujo Miki's eyes were fixed on Watanabe Toru's face, and it was obvious where she would step on next time.

Perhaps for some people with special fetishes, it would not be an exaggeration to say that her punishment is a reward, but unfortunately Watanabe Toru is not like that.

"Whatever, can you please take your feet away first?"

"I thought you liked being stepped on by me?"

"..."

"dislike?"

"It's actually really comfortable. If I continue like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to help but make some weird noises."

Kujo Miki said "hmm" with interest.

"But if we do this here, it will bring shame to the Kujo family, right? Let's do it secretly."

"You're getting better at speaking." Miki Kujo finally calmed down and took her sandal-wearing feet off Watanabe Toru's sneakers with satisfaction.

Chapter 74 Remember: Trouble comes from the mouth

Because I was delayed for some time due to the scolding on the road, when I walked into the concert hall, the wind bands of other high schools were already in place on the stage.

Toru Watanabe glanced at the audience seats. There were seats for more than 500 people, but there were only a few dozen people sitting there.

"Where do we sit?" he asked Kujo Miki.

"Front."

Miki Kujo walked to the front row and sat on the chair in the middle.

The look and movements of her as she crossed her legs and waited for the performance to begin were worthy of the name of Miss Kujo, as if this was a concert prepared just for her.

However, given her status and position, it is very easy for her to book the entire theater for a concert. Perhaps the ones who should feel honored should be the high school wind orchestras today.

After all, the symphony orchestra they admire and learn from may not be qualified to perform for Miki Kujo.

Toru Watanabe sat down to the left of Miki Kujo.

On the far right of the first row, Qing Ye Lin sat alone in the corner.

The difference between the two young ladies' personalities can be seen from their choice of seats.

Not long after we sat down, the emcee came on stage.

"The concert will begin now. Please keep quiet. No photography or running. If an earthquake occurs, you can evacuate here. Now, the first piece will be performed by the Futaba Junior High School Wind Ensemble."

Futaba is also a school with elementary, middle and high schools near Yotsuya Station, but its deviation value is medium and it is not compared with Kamikawa and the other two schools.

Although these junior high school students are young, their performance should not be underestimated.

The song is very similar to "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star", but it is not used for basic exercises. It is shorter, simpler in difficulty, and easy for beginners to get started.

"Variations on Twinkle Twinkle Little Star by Amano Masamichi," explained the lazy-looking Kujo Miki. "There is a section with the melody of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, but the first half is quiet and melodious, while the second half is full of vigor. Their performance is still far from good enough."

"Be more lenient with the children."

"Since I'm on the stage, everything will be decided by my performance. If I go out to discuss business with others, will they tell me their minimum requirements just because I'm young?"

"That's true, but this is not a competition after all, and it doesn't involve money. It's just a concert that doesn't require tickets," said Toru Watanabe.

Kujo Miki turned her head and looked at him and said, "You want to reason with me?"

Watanabe Toru stopped talking, reached out and held her little hand, indicating that "you have the final say" and continued to listen.

Miki Kujo glanced at her hand that was being held, sneered without comment, and let him hold it.

After the two songs ended, Toru Watanabe began to feel sleepy and felt that it was almost time to go to sleep.

Just as he was about to say goodbye to Kujo Miki and go to sleep, a heavy object fell on his shoulder.

Watanabe Toru turned his head and saw that Kujo Miki had fallen asleep.

"A young lady can't enjoy a concert?" Watanabe Toru saw the dark circles under Kujo Miki's eyes and rejected his own idea.

It may be because I haven't adjusted to the time difference.

He hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should wake her up to help her adjust to the time difference, or let her sleep on.

It won't be wrong if you don't do it, well, let her continue sleeping... Watanabe Toru yawned while controlling his body to remain still.

We played one song after another and finally arrived at Kamikawa High School.

"The next song will be performed by the wind orchestra of Kamikawa High School, a prestigious private school." After the emcee announced the show, Toru Watanabe managed to cheer himself up.

In an instant, my eardrums were filled with uncoordinated music that was unbearable to listen to. The rhythm was inconsistent, the beats were messy, and the movements of the baton did not match the sounds of the instruments at all.

Even a layman like Toru Watanabe felt that it was not going to work.

He looked towards the corner and saw Kiyono Rin, who had been concentrating on the concert since the beginning, staring at the stage with a grim expression.

There was a slight chatter behind me, followed by some laughter.

As the music progressed, I didn't know when only the tambourine and the brass were left. The two sounds were like enemies, determined to play together in a more unpleasant way than the other.