My girlfriend is a bad lady

It's a euphonium.

Someone came earlier than me.

Out of curiosity, Kitahara Saya hurried up the stairs. Her voice became clearer and clearer, echoing in every corridor of the school building.

Arriving at the entrance to the fifth-floor elevated corridor, she peeked outside and saw third-year senior Mai Asuta sitting on a steel chair, holding a gleaming tuba.

Kitahara Saya stared stupidly at her fingers sliding flexibly on the keys, her slender and round legs under the pleated skirt, and her pretty face under her naturally falling black hair.

Such as Kaone, the ice and snow goddess.

She really couldn't imagine what kind of boy could stand calmly next to her senior.

As for becoming the senior's boyfriend or husband, hugging such a perfect senior's waist without any scruples and sleeping in the same bed with her every day, that level of excellent man was beyond her imagination.

If I could become someone like Tomorrow's senior, I would not have been humiliated yesterday.

Kitahara Sae took a deep breath, gave up the idea of ​​going back to the music classroom to turn on the air conditioner, and walked towards Asu Mai.

"Good morning, Asuri-senpai."

The sound of the euphonium stopped, and Asu Mai nodded to her calmly.

"Does Senior Mingri come so early every day?" Kitahara Saya put the instrument box on the ground.

"……Yes."

"That's amazing! I can't even get up!" She took out her saxophone and said, "Senior, can we practice together?"

"…I'm going back to the classroom."

"Huh?! Did I disturb you?!" Kitahara Saya was so scared that she had to use honorifics.

"……sun."

"The sun? What did you mean?" Kitahara Saya finally realized after asking, "Senior, you mean the sun is big and it feels hot?"

“…Can’t sweat.”

Asu Mai finished speaking and walked towards the corridor as if she had made her words very clear.

Kitahara Saya looked at the saxophone in her hand, and for a moment she didn't know if she had heard it wrong.

Don't want to sweat?

The blazing sun rose from Tokyo Bay, and the chirping of cicadas could be heard from the school courtyard.

A drop of sweat flowed down the temple, slipped into the collar of the summer school uniform that he had just changed into today, and finally disappeared at the edge of his underwear.

Forget it, let’s go back to the music classroom.

"Senior, wait for me!"

Without putting the saxophone back, Kitahara Saya just took it in her hand, picked up the instrument case, and ran towards Asu Mai's back.

At nine o'clock, everyone had already arrived. After a long period of basic training, Toru Watanabe leisurely walked into the music classroom where the air was becoming increasingly turbid.

Putting on the short-sleeved summer shirt school uniform, he looked very fresh, with a clean feeling like a white sheet drying in the sun.

He held a reed in his mouth, but the piece he played was not any piece of music on the score, but "Jingle Bells".

After he sat down in his seat, Qingye Rin looked around the classroom and said, "Today's plan is to play together until the regular performance in the afternoon."

She ignored the wailing of the members and continued, "Start tuning."

"Yes." Niwa Yuki covered the mouthpiece of the clarinet with his lips.

"Wait a minute." Qing Ye Lin interrupted her, "From today on, the tuning will be handed over to the oboe."

The quietness in the classroom began to evolve into silence.

A girl stood up and said, "Kiyano-san, everyone is used to following Niwa-san's tuning, and there have been no problems. I don't think there is a need to change people!"

"I don't care what it was like before, whether you are used to it or not, I only pursue the best." Qingye Rin rejected the other party's request expressionlessly.

Toru Watanabe used his reed to blew a long, triumphant "Bu-Bu-" sound toward the ceiling, like a train whistle.

The girl sat down with a thud, and the steel chair made a harsh sound.

Qingye Rin looked at Watanabe Toru who was sitting awkwardly and said: "Let's start."

"Let me show you that even in tuning, there is a difference in ability." Watanabe Toru inserted the reed into the oboe and started playing it without paying attention to the expressions of the others who wanted to beat him up.

Unlike him who sounds annoying when he speaks, the high-pitched A note played by Toru Watanabe has great penetrating power.

It was like a heavy punch to the forehead, and the oboe vibrated the air and pierced everyone's eardrums.

Why is his performance so different when he is just reproducing the same note?

How can one produce that kind of paralyzing tone?

Just when everyone was silent and at a loss, the sound of a euphonium suddenly rang out. It was Mai Asuka.

The oboe and the euphonium, with their converging melodies, linger on in the summer music classroom that feels stuffy even with the air-conditioner on.

Next comes the bassoon, then the double bass, then the trombone...

At the window, someone's transparent kettle was in the air, and the tea inside was shaken up and down by the neat musical instrument sounds. The slightly undulating waves reflected the various colors of the sunlight outside the window.

Qingye Rin raised her hand to indicate that it was okay.

"Ah——" With a long sigh, everyone put down their instruments and looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw Watanabe Tetsu wiping the reed without any help.

The little bit of admiration that just rose in my heart was instantly covered by anger, and I didn't wait for them to react.

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

As Qing Ye Lin waved the baton, the drums began to beat the beat, followed by the main melody of the brass and woodwind instruments...

The same as yesterday.

It's clearly an ensemble, but as soon as the oboe makes a sound, it becomes a solo.

Not to mention the audience, even the performers themselves would subconsciously listen to the beautiful sound of the oboe among a group of other musical instruments.

"……stop."

Qingye Rin put down the baton and fell into deep thought, then suddenly raised his head: "Kitahara-san."

Watanabe Toru turned around and blew a "bu--" sound with his reed towards Kitahara Saya.

Other oboe players, once the reed is tuned, will never move it again.

Because if it is inserted a little deeper or a little shallower, the tone will be very different in the ears of professionals.

For example, the former oboe player of the wind orchestra, Ritsuko Sato, would never take off her oboe after tuning it unless it needed to be cleaned.

Watanabe Toru is better. He takes it off and blows it as a whistle whenever he wants.

"Here." Kitahara Saya lowered her head and responded slowly amid the mocking "bubu" sound of the reed.

The classroom fell into an agonizing silence. Everyone knew that after Kiyono Rin finished speaking, this innocent girl would be ridiculed by the opposite sex again.

"Please practice until you can play the same tune as before at any time."

The sound of the reed stopped abruptly.

Kitahara Saya suddenly raised her head, her lips slightly open, and stared at Kiyono Rin in disbelief.

"Did you hear that?" Qingye Rin's cold gaze pressed forward.

Tears of excitement welled up in her eyes, and Kitahara Saya's emotions were about to erupt like a volcano.

"……Yes!"

"Xiaohao, we need to be more neat here..."

……

During the break, Toru Watanabe, who had been acting and mocking to the point of being thirsty all morning, decided to go to the activity room of the Human Observation Department to drink some juice.

The refrigerator in the corner of the classroom is filled every day with luxurious snacks, juices and other foods enough for dances.

Sipping watermelon juice, Toru Watanabe looked at Kiyono Rin who was writing on the music score across from the beech table.

"You performed well just now. You are popular all of a sudden."

"It's not like I have any intention of being popular with them."

"You didn't have friends before because you lacked a character like me. As long as you are more outrageous than you, those people will see your shining points."

"Worse than me?" Qingye Rin raised her head.

"Yeah." Watanabe Toru felt the fruit pulp sliding across his tongue.

"You mean I'm overdoing it?"

At this moment, the look in the beautiful girl's eyes was a bit dangerous, so Watanabe Toru decided to test her emotions first.

"You probably, maybe, want to hear the truth, right?"

"Don't use a hesitant tone. I just want to hear the truth."

"Promise not to get angry or upset?" Watanabe Toru learned from his mistakes. As a Saint Seiya, he would never suffer the same mistake twice.

But then again, not only does the Saint Seiya use the same move for a long time, but he also seems to be often defeated by the same move?

After hearing what Watanabe Toru said, Kiyono Rin couldn't help but let a funny expression appear on her beautiful face.

"Well, I'm not angry or upset, but..." There was a hint of teasing in her eyes, "The weather is very hot, I want to drink some ice juice."

During this holiday on campus, there are two places where you can obtain an item called "Ice Juice".

1. Kujo Miki’s refrigerator;

It's fine for Watanabe Toru to drink it himself, but if he gave her things to someone else without permission, and the woman's name was Kiyono Rin...

Toru Watanabe had no plans to do so until he had his own tank and found a driver and commander.

Second, the vending machines on the first floor.

Everyone, I would like to reiterate the location of the Human Observation Department's activity classroom, which is on the fifth floor of the club building.

Fifth floor, plus one thing everyone knows - Tokyo is hot, so this is also an option that won't kill you, but will be very painful.

After a simple consideration, Toru Watanabe decided to temporarily show weakness to the enemy.

"How can it be excessive? You are just telling the truth, and some people don't like to hear the truth."

Qingye Rin snorted lightly, rolled her eyes at him, and continued to bury her head in the music score.

I always feel that she looks more girlish than before?

After a while, Qingye Rin took the music score full of notes and went to each part to instruct the training of the wind orchestra members.

Since the people in the calligraphy club next door were on break, Toru Watanabe simply practiced in the activity room.

His goal was to arouse the hatred of the wind band, but he had no interest in staying in a space where everyone hated him.

After practicing for a while, the door of the activity room was pushed open.

"You're back so soon...senpai?"

Standing outside the classroom door was Asu Mai, whose eyes were as clear as water.

The tall and curvaceous senior from the Department of Coldness silently closed the sliding door and locked it.

The click of the chain switch made Watanabe Toru swallow.

"Mingri-senpai, why did you suddenly come here?"

"Call me Mai."

"what?"

"Call me Mai." Asu Mai walked towards Watanabe Toru.

Seeing that the other party was determined not to let him escape, Watanabe Toru stood up subconsciously.

"Senior, what are you doing here?"

"Come and show your underwear to Toru Watanabe." The tone was so natural as if he was showing him music score.

Asu Mai began to unbutton her shirt one by one. When she unbuttoned the third button, her black underwear and a hint of white could already be seen.

For a young man who is full of infinite longing for women, such a view has a fatal attraction.