My girlfriend is a bad lady

The entire train car was filled with pop-up windows like a computer infected with a virus. Closing his eyes was no use. Watanabe Toru almost fainted.

This stupid system is not smart at all!

He quickly clicked to zoom out.

The dizziness eased a little, and I forgot all the information I had just seen.

Toru Watanabe found [Art Studies] in a very long directory, and when he clicked on it, an even longer sub-directory appeared.

Art theory, music, dance, drama, film and television, fine arts, design...

Click [Music] and the directory pops up again...

Vocal singing, keyboard, various folk instruments, orchestral instrument performance and conducting, duet, chorus, piano, music theory, sight-singing, world music history, traditional music theory, paper writing, harmony, polyphony, musical form...

Click on [Orchestral Instrument Performance and Conducting], and there is another directory...

Not right.

Something is wrong!

'Hey, isn't that right? Why is it that other systems only need some music to master all instruments? They can also sing and dance, and even write lyrics and compose music? Why is it that mine is so detailed?'

The system did not respond.

It may be a dead object, or it may be expressing: everything I want to say is put in the [Appendix] with one thousand items, and the last one is {all interpretation rights belong to this game}.

Watanabe Toru had no choice.

After searching for a long time, I finally found the oboe in the corner.

While they were struggling, the train had already arrived at the station. Watanabe Toru opened his umbrella and walked towards the rental house.

Just as he remembered it and happened to have some free time, he opened the character panel after a long time.

【Character: Toru Watanabe】

[Age: 16 years old]

[Intelligence: 8 (Music: Oboe)]

[Charm: 10 (Smile: Beautiful and Gentle)]

[Stamina: 5]

[Items: 1 Intelligence 2% off coupon, Charm coupons (% off for points above , % off for points below )]

[Skills: Extensive knowledge and memory, free fighting (master level), self-discipline]

[Points: 254,000]

【Money: 121,565,200 yen】

[Activity Reward: 5000 points <Master Piano> purchase rights]

【Sign in: Kujo Miki·38 days】

'self-discipline?'

Toru Watanabe was even happier than when he received the 100 million yen reward.

This was a skill he developed through his own practice, and it was the first skill recognized by the system.

Chapter 83 Blow your oboe!

"……stop."

Qingye Rin clenched her hands in the air, and the grand ensemble sound in the music classroom suddenly became silent.

She flipped through the music sheet expressionlessly.

"Balcon, the secondary melody starting at bar 41 will be played solo by Mingri."

"Also, clarinet, I've already told you to be lighter here, can you do that next time?"

"Kitahara, did you really practice yesterday? Please practice until you can do it."

"..."

"Take a ten-minute break, and practice each part separately."

Qingye Rin announced the disbandment, picked up the documents on the table, turned around and prepared to return to the activity classroom of the Human Observation Department.

"Kiyono-san." Hayami Kaoru called out to her.

"What's the matter, Hayami-san?" Qingye Rin stopped and stood there waiting for the other person to come over.

"Watanabe-san didn't come to the club today. Do you know what happened?"

"He asked for leave for the monthly test in July."

"Kiyono-san, do you agree?" Hayami Kaoru asked in surprise, then said to himself, "Yes, Watanabe-san is a novice and doesn't need to play."

Monthly tests are minor tests, and the school does not have a rule to stop club activities one week in advance.

But even if there is a rule that requires them to stop, clubs like the wind orchestra that are about to participate in competitions during the summer vacation will secretly practice on their own, and it is impossible for them to take the initiative to ask for leave.

Toru Watanabe was an exception. He was a novice in playing the oboe, which is notoriously difficult to play in orchestral instruments. It was impossible for him to play a complete score before the Tokyo Metropolitan Competition.

"Is there anything else?" Qingno Rin reminded Hayami Kaoru who was distracted.

At this time, discussions were already being heard in the music classroom without any reservation.

"You're so arrogant. You really think you're a consultant."

"The counselor didn't criticize us like that."

"I played very well, but there was no praise."

"I don't want to be praised by first years! That's disgusting!"

The whispers that came one after another were all directed at the calm-looking Kiyono Rin.

Hayami Kaoru looked very apologetic, as she was the one who stopped Kiyono Rin and let her hear the criticism from the other members.

"I'm sorry, Kiyono-san..."

Qing Ye Lin shook her head nonchalantly: "It's okay, I'm leaving first. Please practice well. See you soon, classmate."

As she closed the sliding door, she glanced at Ikki Aoi who was being comforted by the bass section, while Asuka Mai was continuing her practice with an expressionless face.

Time passed in agony until the last day of June.

Lunch break, Class 4 classroom.

"Watanabe, how did you do on the test this time?"

“It felt like there was no place left to score points.”

"...What an arrogant statement!"

The trio sat in the corner of the classroom, pushing their tables together to eat lunch.

"Tomorrow we have a three-day holiday. Where are you going to go?" Saito Keisuke said.

"No, no!" Kunii Osamu kept pulling up the collar of his school uniform to let the wind in while eating his meal in big gulps, "The baseball team is going to have training."

"Is that so? That can't be helped. How about you, Watanabe?" Saito Keisuke looked at Watanabe Toru who had just finished his lunch. "I heard that Kiyono Rin is busy with special training for the wind band. You should be okay, right?"

Kunii Osamu stopped pulling at his collar and said, "Recently, it seems that senior girls dislike Qing Ye Lin. Do you know what's going on?"

"Who knows?" Watanabe Toru said lazily.

After folding the plastic bag of bread, he reached out and picked up the large and discounted plastic bottle of barley tea on the table, unscrewed the cap, and gulped it down his throat.

The distinct Adam's apple on the white neck and the liquid in the plastic bottle, both were shining in the sunlight outside the window.

"Did you have a fight?"

"I have no intention of quarreling with anyone except Miki." Toru Watanabe put down the bottle, took out his mobile phone, and played games to pass the time.

"Ah——" Both of them looked terrified.

"You're so cruel to say such sweet words to two of us singles!"

After two classes in the afternoon, the school organized a general cleaning due to the three-day holiday.

Due to Kiyono Rin's mandatory request, the members of the wind band entrusted the cleaning tasks to other classmates and seized every minute to practice.

The spring cleaning is not over yet, but we have already performed together twice.

"……stop."

Qingye Rin's eyes swept across everyone's face.

“If we keep doing this,” she said, “we won’t even win the gold medal in the Tokyo Metropolitan Competition, let alone the Kanto Competition and the national competition…”

"Do you want to fight?"

The aggressive voice caused the temperature in the music classroom to drop three degrees instantly, and everyone subconsciously held their breath.

The third-year students in the flute and piccolo section kicked the music stand aside.

"Ishitani-san, did I say anything wrong?" Kiyono Rin remained calm and his tone was exactly the same as usual.

"Aren't you too arrogant, first year?"

"In the competition, no one cares whether you are a freshman or a junior. The judges only look at whether your foundation is solid, whether your performance is emotional, and the melody..."

"Shut up!"

The scene froze. The timid girl covered her mouth and nose with her hands and looked at them in fear.

Asu Mai was looking out the window at the first-year floor boredly, searching for someone, her fingers moving up and down on the pistons according to the music score.

On the side, Asako Hanada, holding a double bass, looked back and forth at the faces of Kiyono Rin and Ishitani Haru.

She was worried and wanted to go over to stop the fight, but she felt shy because there were so many people around, so she stopped herself.

At the trombone part, Tamamo Yoshimi withdrew her gaze and stared at the music score with more and more notes.

The first graders were showing off and scolding the third graders. How stupid... She turned to the music score to the part where she felt the performance was not smooth during the ensemble just now.

Qing Ye Lin was not afraid at all: "He is not strong enough, and he is unwilling to accept other people's advice. He can only vent his anger helplessly, relying on his age..."

The classroom door was opened with a click, interrupting her words.

"I'm so tired, huh..." A handsome young man with an oboe under his arm walked in, rubbing his shoulders.

"What's going on?" he asked with a faint smile.

The arrival of Toru Watanabe loosened the almost frozen atmosphere in the classroom.

Many girls looked at his face obsessively, whispering things like 'Oh no, he's too handsome'.

Hanada Asako breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that everything would be fine as long as Watanabe-kun was there.

Tamamo's long, beautiful eyelashes trembled as she looked up at the smiling boy in front of her.

Asu Mai's fingers moved a little more quickly on the piston of the euphonium.

"It has nothing to do with you." Hase Haru's tone slowed down a little.

She wanted to be angry at Watanabe Toru, who had a good relationship with Kiyono Rin, but out of female - or human - instinct, she subconsciously maintained basic reserve when seeing someone with outstanding appearance.

"Don't say that, senior. I'm also a member of the wind orchestra." Watanabe Toru's smile became even brighter, and Hase Haru's anger suddenly disappeared.

He continued, "If I had known that Group A's level would mean we wouldn't have to participate in the general cleaning, I wouldn't have to work so hard."

A suffocating silence dominated the entire space.

Most people, including Hase Haru, looked at Watanabe Toru in astonishment.

Watanabe Toru's expression remained unchanged, with a smile full of magic.

He rubbed his shoulders, took out the oboe from under his armpit, and said to Qingye Rin on the podium: "Counselor Qingye, I want to have a second interview. I have the level of Group A."

Kiyono Rin looked at Watanabe Toru with her pretty face, but before she could open her mouth, Hase Haru's sharp voice came over.

"To this extent? You are just a pretty boy..."

"Baby face?"

"Your instrument was bought for you by Kujo, right? A country girl..."

"Well, I admit that I am very good-looking."