My girlfriend is a bad lady

"you……"

"What?" Watanabe Toru interrupted her again, smiling and spreading his hands, "Senior Hase wants to fight with me? Sure, since you are a senior and were born two years earlier than me, as your junior, I will let you use both hands."

His tone was gentle, his smile was charming, and the simple gesture of spreading his hands vaguely revealed the charm of a beautiful boy, but the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became fearful.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson today!" In front of so many people, Watanabe Toru's arrogant and contemptuous attitude made Hase Haru lose his mind.

With eyes burning with shame and anger, she hurried over and slapped Watanabe Toru in the face with her hand.

"Hase-senpai!"

"Watanabe!"

"and many more!"

"Well--"

Accompanied by Hase Haru's painful groan, the sound of tables and chairs being bumped, and after a commotion, the scene completely fell silent.

"It's a waste of time." Watanabe Toru retracted his foot that had easily tripped the other person, and said to the astonished Kiyono Rin: "Advisor, let's start the interview. Please listen to my performance."

Without waiting for Kiyono Rin's consent, and not knowing how the situation would end, Watanabe Toru played the oboe regardless.

It was clearly a familiar melody that had been practiced and heard countless times, but the tone was so beautiful that the audience, who had been noisy just now, had to hold their breath.

The melody sounded like a gospel singer's voice, and the oboe's tone was so gentle and delicate that everyone's heart tightened.

The lingering sound extends infinitely, and is very clear and transparent, like the sigh of God.

Hase Haru, lying on the ground, couldn't help but swallow his saliva freely, his heart trembling and goose bumps standing up.

In an instant, the summer air in the classroom was filled with melodious and sweet sounds.

When the concert hall became so quiet that even the sound of a pin drop could be heard, everyone finally realized that the performance had ended without them noticing.

No one moved, no one spoke.

"Qualified?" asked Toru Watanabe.

"…Passed." Qingye Rin replied in a low voice, as if she had not yet recovered from the performance just now.

Watanabe Toru turned his gaze to Hase Haru, and then looked at everyone.

"You played so badly, and your performance was full of flaws. Are you going to make things difficult for the consultant?"

Watanabe Toru put his hand into his bangs, patted his forehead, and sighed exaggeratedly.

"Forget it. Anyway, no matter how hard you try, it's useless. It's a good thing to recognize the gap between people as soon as possible."

"Watanabe-san?!" Hayami Fumio stood up.

"Isn't it?" Watanabe Toru spread his arms, "I've only been practicing for half a month, everyone."

His language was frivolous and arrogant.

"You can reach the level of the national competition. What about you? No matter how much you practice, the best you can get is a bronze medal in the Tokyo Metropolitan Competition. Ah, sorry, it is also possible that the judges will see that Kamikawa High School is more famous and give you a silver medal that is not too embarrassing."

"Does the truth hurt you? But you know best whether what I said is true or not..."

"Watanabe, shut up." It was Kiyono Rin who interrupted Watanabe Toru.

Everyone looked at her in surprise, including Toru Watanabe.

Could it be that Qingye Rin had seen through his thoughts and was planning to stop him from continuing?

This is not okay.

Qing Ye Lin said coldly: "I am their consultant. I can say whatever I want to them, but I will never allow others to lecture them."

"Kiyono-san..." Their voices were full of apology and emotion.

"Also," Qing Ye Lin's eyes, which always gave people a cold feeling, were actually burning with fire at this moment, "I believe that as long as the members present work hard, they can enter the national competition and even win the gold prize."

There was a gasp in the music room.

This was the first time that Qingye Rin praised them.

Watanabe Toru was clearly speaking for her...

Deep in everyone's heart, there was an inexplicable warmth.

Asako Hanada didn't know whether she was happy or shy, but her throat felt itchy and she had to say something.

"Qiono-san, competition," she clenched her small fists and took a deep breath, "I will do my best!"

"Me too……"

"I also!"

Watanabe Toru glanced at everyone with a look that said, "Everyone, get rid of some self-awareness," and said to Kiyono Rin perfunctorily, "You are the eldest daughter of the Kiyono family, so whatever you say is what's right."

"This guy!"

"What a bad character!"

Familiar whispers were heard, but the target was now Toru Watanabe.

"Watanabe, the interview is over. Please sit in the woodwind section. Also, I don't want to see any conflicts between members anymore," Kiyono Rin warned.

"Yes Yes Yes."

"Okay, conflicts or dislikes are irrelevant. Don't waste time and continue playing together."

Qingye Rin glanced at Hase Haru who was helped up by everyone.

"One, two, one, two, three, four"

"……stop."

"Hey." Before Qing Ye Lin spoke, Watanabe Toru leaned on the back of the steel chair and turned around. "Um, the saxophone, the one in the middle, yes, the one with the thick legs, you, were you out of tune just now?"

"you!"

"Toru Watanabe!" Kiyono Rin shouted helplessly.

"What?" Watanabe Toru turned around, "No way, Miss, pointing out each other's mistakes is considered a conflict between members?"

Qing Ye Lin took a deep breath to suppress his anger and said weakly: "It doesn't count, but..."

"Kiyono-san," Kitahara-san, who had thick legs, stood up quickly, "I can blow it well!"

Watanabe Toru leaned back weakly on the pole chair. "The goal is just to stay in tune. Forget it, you are just like that. It's really too much to ask you to use my own level."

Kitahara's eyes were blurred with tears, and he shouted at him, "I can play it well!"

"Okay." Watanabe Toru sat up straight, "I believe you."

Kitahara was stunned.

Could it be that Watanabe-san was just trying to encourage himself?

Second ensemble.

"Hey, Kitahara-san with the thick legs, are you any good at this? And the one at the outermost of the percussion section, your arms are so thick, but you don't have any power when you hit them, are they all fat?"

The third ensemble.

"Ah - I can't stand it anymore, thick-legged girl, you, and you. To be honest, without you guys, the rest of you might be able to rely on your own abilities, plus my performance, to get the silver prize, no, the gold prize - after all, I'm here."

"Watanabe Toru." Kiyono Rin glared at him.

"I'm sorry, young lady. I was so angry that I accidentally attacked you."

Fourth ensemble.

"leg……"

"Toru Watanabe, that's enough!" A senior student who saw Kitahara crying and stood up to protest scolded loudly.

"Hmm? Was I wrong? Her legs aren't thick? Or is she not out of tune?"

"How can you say that about a girl!"

"You can say the same thing about me. Tell me that my performance was not good, or that I am ugly. As long as it is true, I will never refute it. This, um, single-eyed senior, please."

"you you……"

"Look, there's nothing to say. Let me tell you my motto: the only way to shut me up is to be better than me in all aspects."

Is this a motto? It almost sounds like a provocation.

Kitahara stopped the senior who was about to argue: "I will try my best!"

The senior student sat down unwillingly, and the others also shrank their bodies.

Although I wanted to beat up Watanabe Toru, I was afraid that he would say this student with buck teeth, that student with yellow teeth, that student with short legs, that student with no nose bridge...

too frightening.

……

"I must get the gold reward to show this guy!"

With this thought in mind, the wind band ended their day's training.

In the activity room of the Human Observation Department, Toru Watanabe disassembled the oboe, put it into the instrument case, and prepared to leave.

"Aren't you going to send me off today?"

"Huh?" Toru Watanabe looked at Kiyono Rin in surprise.

Qingye Lin looked out the window at the night and said, "It's almost twelve o'clock."

"I do not mind."

After locking the door, the two walked on the street lit only by street lights.

The night wind was blowing gently, and occasionally a car with its high beams on would come from the opposite direction, so bright that it was hard to open your eyes.

"Thank you for today." Qingye Rin's words came along with the sound of wheels rolling on the road.

"Have you seen through my plan?!"

"You don't think it's that secretive, do you? Do you think I would misunderstand you?"

"Uh." Watanabe Toru was embarrassed for a second, "Then you..."

"Instead of stopping you, I deliberately went against you?" Qingye Rin tucked her long hair that was messed up by the wind behind her ears and continued speaking with a smile.

"……Um."

"Watanabe-san would rather be hated than not help me. How could I betray you?" A beautiful smile appeared on Kiyono Rin's lips.

"Is this how you use the word 'betrayal'?"

Qing Ye Lin looked at the red light of the traffic light and stopped: "Watanabe-san, aren't you afraid of being disliked by others?"

"This is a good thing for me." Watanabe Toru said indifferently, "Being hated can make Meiji feel at ease. However, I feel a little guilty about making personal attacks on girls. It's okay for them to hate me, but I hope they won't have any psychological trauma."

"Thick legs, single eyelids... it's difficult."

"Anyway, I'm saying this for your sake. If they really have psychological trauma, it's your fault. Just bear the guilt."

Qingye Lin sighed: "Sometimes I really can't tell whether you are gentle or not."

"Of course it's gentle. The reason I say this is because I'm afraid you'll fall in love with me because of what I do."

"Don't worry, my love is not that cheap. However," Qing Ye Lin turned her head and looked at Watanabe Toru with a smile, "You have won my friendship. From today on, you are my first friend."

The passing cars illuminated her little face clearly, with a light blush on it.

"Can I say no?"

"No."

The red light turned green, and Qingye Rin walked onto the zebra crossing with a smile on her face.

"By the way, how did you manage to improve your oboe to such a high level in such a short time?"

"Who do you think I am?"

"Toru Watanabe."

"No." Watanabe Toru opened his arms to face the night wind, "I am God."

"Hey, is there any chance that your Chuunibyou can be cured?"

"Ah, Kiyono Rin-san must be worried about me, right?"