My girlfriend is a bad lady

The poor imitation made Qingye Rin put her hands on his waist without hesitation.

"Hiss—it hurts, Kiyono-san."

"A lie. I didn't even try hard."

“I feel bad.”

Qingye Rin moved two steps away with a look of disgust on his face.

"One more thing. I hope you won't target Kitahara-san next time you perform."

"Why? Isn't she out of tune?"

“When she played it the second time, she was out of tune.”

"Eh?" Watanabe Toru stopped and said, "You lied to me?"

"What do you say?"

Watanabe Toru felt his face getting hot: "Then I am really embarrassed tonight, right?"

Qingye Rin laughed: "Your performance scared them at the time. They subconsciously thought that you could hear subtle differences that their ears could not hear. In addition, since I, the most authoritative person, did not expose you, they would not doubt it."

"Don't tell anyone about this." Watanabe Toru warned.

"That Kitahara-san is so pitiful."

"If I tell anyone, I'll be the one who suffers!"

"Don't worry. You are my subordinate and my...friend."

"Shy?"

"People who talk too much usually end up in a miserable situation."

Chapter 84: The night where Jiujo was, the system did not lend a helping hand

"Tink tink, tink tink, tinkle bell..."

"Meiji?"

"Fifteen minutes left."

"What fifteen minutes? July?" Because of the system, Watanabe Toru is very sensitive to the beginning and end of the month.

"I told you, July will check your homework."

The voice of Miki Kujo coming from the other end of the phone sounded lazy but energetic.

On her side, it should be noon.

"Now?"

"of course."

"Playing the oboe in the middle of the night will disturb the neighbors."

"That's your business." There was no trace of unexpected willfulness.

"...Okay. Wait a minute."

Walking south from Toru Watanabe's rental house, near the Marunouchi Line, you can see a section of the moat.

Every evening, the riverside is filled with people walking their dogs to enjoy the cool air, and there are also street performers who for some reason always sing sad songs like "Sakura Wants to See You".

Late at night, this section of the moat is only populated by drunk passers-by or furtive couples.

The call was switched to video mode in the middle, and Toru Watanabe walked towards the river while talking about all these messy things to Miki Kujo.

Miki Kujo was probably on a balcony, the white curtains swaying in the wind, and she was lying in a comfortable chair with her eyes closed.

Whenever Toru Watanabe thought she was asleep, she would just say "hmm" in a nonchalant manner.

Toru Watanabe placed his cell phone on a bench under a tree by the river. With the help of the street lights in the distance, he was a little blurry in the front camera.

His fair face was now dyed yellow, but it did not affect his handsomeness at all.

For the past week, Toru Watanabe has come here to practice every day. This location is considered his old place.

Find the correct keys with your fingers and tune the keys.

"Let's begin."

The Kujo Miki on the phone had her eyes closed, as if she was asleep. This reminded Toru Watanabe of the time when she was woken up by the unpleasant performance of the wind ensemble in the concert hall.

Toru Watanabe inhaled slightly, and as his fingers pressed the keys, the breath was sent into the reed.

……

A solo ends.

"How is it?" asked Watanabe Toru.

"Have you learned it before?"

"Do you think I could afford an oboe before? I never touched any musical instrument except the recorder in elementary school."

Kujo Miki sneered: "Do you think I'm a fool? Without a basic knowledge, who can learn to play the oboe in half a month? Not to mention that you have completely surpassed the students' level."

You know it too!

"Maybe it's because I have a little bit of talent." Watanabe Toru gestured with his index finger and thumb.

Kujo Miki had a sarcastic look on her face and stared at Watanabe Toru with an expression that said "keep making up stories for me".

"Of course, that's the most important reason."

"Ah."

"It's my love for you, Meiji, that no one can match. Isn't it amazing? Just because I don't want to disappoint you and want to play the best sound for you, I can learn to play the oboe in just half a month!"

The Miki Kujo on the phone screen seemed speechless and pressed her lips in disgust, then turned her head away slightly as if she couldn't bear to watch anymore.

"Okay, go on." She waved her hand as if she was too lazy to ask any more questions.

Watanabe Toru breathed a sigh of relief and continued blowing.

Soft tones, melodious tunes, and beautiful whispers like the gospel in a Catholic church, the sound of instruments glides across the surface of the moat and blends into the summer night.

Miki Kujo looked at the blurry figure of Toru Watanabe on the screen and listened attentively.

The sounds from the outside world seemed to have disappeared, and the only sound in her ears was the sound of Toru Watanabe's oboe.

There is light flashing in her eyes, and the world is colorful.

When the video ended, it was already one o'clock in the morning on July 1st.

Toru Watanabe looked at the call time which showed one hour and fifteen minutes, and marveled at how time passed so quickly.

Toru Watanabe didn't want to show off in front of the high school wind orchestra, and it wouldn't give him any pride.

What he wants is for Kujo Miki to indulge in his music!

Just now, the picky Miki Kujo listened carefully for more than an hour, and the satisfaction she felt was beyond words.

Toru Watanabe faced the moat and stretched lazily.

It is late at night and the wind band has training tomorrow, but he is not in a hurry to go back to take a shower and sleep.

After enjoying the night breeze for a while and getting bitten by a mosquito on his leg, Watanabe Toru put his cell phone in his pocket, picked up his oboe, and slowly returned to the rental house.

After taking a shower and applying medicine on the mosquito bites, Watanabe Toru turned on the system.

【New Product: Weather Forecast】

[Weather forecast: Purchase once to get the global weather conditions for the next 30 days (100% accuracy, no situation where it doesn’t rain even if you bring an umbrella)]

"..."

How boring and random is this system mall?

Watanabe Toru considers himself a very learned man. He has read novels from ancient times to the present, both in China and abroad, but he has never seen [Weather Forecast] appear in the system mall!

Apart from accidentally disappearing at sea and trying to avoid a storm, he really couldn't think of any other situation that was worth spending a thousand points to predict the weather.

And that damn fruit knife!

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

Watanabe Toru swiped down the [panel] without worrying about it, and July's five skills were displayed.

[Skills: Beginner - Gambling (100), Master - Wind Basin Dance (1000), Proficient - Writing (1), Master - Tank Gunner (10)]

"Tank gunner? What tank? What kind of gunner?"

Watanabe Toru is knowledgeable and thinks a lot when facing things.

Click to see explanation.

[Tank gunner: The turret is justice, the caliber is truth, and moving hits are never based on blind guessing.]

It turns out to be the Tank Gunner!

Where can he find a tank!

And that's just the gunner's skill, what about the driver? What about the commander?

Fortunately, when Watanabe Toru saw the name, he was a little excited, thinking that the system also advocated harmony. In fact, it was a skill that "although it is not needed at the moment, he will definitely buy it."

<Entry-level Gambling> is useless too.

He is not short of money, and even if he is short of money, he is not interested in gambling.

<Master Level: Kazebon Odori>... Watanabe thoroughly checked Wikipedia and found out that the so-called Kazebon Odori is a folk dance from a certain place in Toyama Prefecture on the island nation.

It is said that the dance was graceful and graceful, accompanied by the sad and melodious accompaniment of the three-stringed harp and the huqin.

Go to hell.

<Mastery Level·Writing>, without Kujo Miki, Watanabe Toru will seriously consider whether to exchange it.

He was not very concerned about 'conquering girls, gaining points, and becoming all-powerful'.

Becoming a writer, or a light novelist, with freedom of work and rest, freedom of where to live, and no need to socialize, is an ideal, leisurely life.

But the reality is that Toru Watanabe has no right to freely choose his career.

But maybe.

What if the system is not powerful enough and a few years are not enough for him to become great? If he really gets together with Kujo Miki and he insists on becoming a writer, there will be nothing she can do about it, right?

"Wait, I'm already a live-in son-in-law of the Kujo family, why am I still thinking about living the life of a writer with deadlines?"

Another month of waiting in vain.

Watanabe Toru turned off the system and fell asleep.

Chapter 85: Regardless of the holiday heat, just be free and happy

"Next stop, Yotsuya Station, Yotsuya Station."

Kitahara Saya woke up suddenly and rushed out of the carriage with the instrument box in her arms. As soon as she stepped onto the platform, the door behind her closed immediately.

"so close."

She just breathed a sigh of relief and came to her senses, then felt a surge of stuffiness again.

It's July now, and even at 7 a.m., if you move a little, your body will feel uncomfortable with the heat.

Let's get to the music classroom quickly, thinking this, she walked out of the ticket gate and started climbing the hill.

The wind band's holiday practice is from nine in the morning to nine in the evening. She came two hours earlier than usual today.

The reason for doing this... Kitahara Saya lowered her head and saw that the girl's legs extending from under the plaid pleated skirt were a bit thick.

Taking a deep breath, she started running, the hem of her pleated skirt rubbing against her skin from time to time.

She rushed up the ramp and arrived at the school gate. She walked past the tall oak trees and saw the playground. The members of the sports club had not yet arrived. The school was quiet and empty.

Great! I'm the first one!

Kitahara Sae secretly clenched her fists and decided to practice that section well today.

Although she was sweating from the heat, she walked into the school building with light steps. At this moment, a mellow, soft, steady and rich voice came from above her head.