My girlfriend is a bad lady

"Very interesting." After she whispered, she felt her face getting hot as if it had been exposed to the sun.

She wasn't sure if her face was red, and she didn't want to confirm it.

"That's good, that's good, I feel relieved." Watanabe Eda's still young face showed a relieved smile like an old woman.

Watanabe Toru couldn't stand it anymore: "Mom, she's really not my girlfriend, I was just joking."

"What?" Watanabe was shocked. "Why?"

"Why? Why why?"

"I think Rin-chan is very cute. No, she's very cute! I really want her to be my son's girlfriend!"

"..." Watanabe Toru was speechless, "If things in the world could be done just by thinking, there would be no famine and the gap between the rich and the poor."

"Watanabe-san, do you mean that I'm not cute?" Kiyono Rin stared at Watanabe Toru with extremely cold eyes.

Toru Watanabe could understand her obsession with her appearance having to be cute, but did he mean that she was not cute?

"I'm saying my mother's last words."

"So what you mean is that I'm not qualified to be your girlfriend?"

"Is that what I mean?"

"Isn't it? That's what I heard."

"You, I... Never mind, whatever you say is what happens."

"Then Toru Watanabe is a puppy. Please turn into a dog quickly, Watanabe-san."

"...I will try harder in my next life."

Watanabe was holding a cup of tea, and for some reason she suddenly laughed happily, with the cheerfulness of a country boy.

"Oh, Auntie, I'm sorry." Qingye Rin's expression, which was cold just now, immediately turned red with embarrassment.

Watanabe Toru said angrily: "Mom, your son is being bullied in school, and you can still laugh?"

"I just think Rin-chan is really cute. Alas, why isn't she my wife? Is there a girl better than Rin-chan around you?"

"Auntie, I'm not being modest, to be honest: no." Qingye Rin said firmly.

"Wife? You mean daughter-in-law, right? As for excellence, there is a senior named Hanada Asako who is very good." As soon as Watanabe Toru finished speaking, he immediately attracted the unanimous dissatisfied looks of the two women.

Watanabe looked at Kiyono Rin: "Rin-chan, do you know Kotetsu's girlfriend?"

"Ah."

"What kind of person is he?"

"Arrogant, conceited, selfish, narcissistic, and hypocritical."

"Uh……"

Watanabe Toru explained: "Kiyono Rin is a fool who only speaks her own true subjective thoughts. Don't care about her."

"Third in the grade... Never mind." Qingye Rin decided to swallow her anger for the time being.

After drinking tea, Watanabe Eda went to catch the bus, so the mother and son left the school.

While waiting for the train at Yotsuya Station, Watanabe said proudly, like a detective who had seen through the truth of the incident, "Rin-chan has a lot of complaints about your girlfriend."

"Everyone knows that."

"Then do you know the reason?"

"I really don't understand this, and I haven't asked. Maybe they just don't like each other." Watanabe Toru added, "Kiyono Rin doesn't like anyone."

Watanabe patted his son on the back: "You are still too young."

"Although I don't know what you are thinking, mom, I can tell you first that what happened between the two of them has absolutely nothing to do with your son and me."

Watanabe looked at his son's determined face and grinned for some reason.

"why are you laughing?"

"I always feel that your high school life will be very enjoyable, Xiaoche."

"can you?"

My mother nodded vigorously: "At least it will be fun for me to watch."

"That would be great."

joy?

If your son hadn't sold himself to survive, our family would have ended long ago, although it was he who caused the trouble.

Toru Watanabe looked at the railroad tracks that were about to melt due to the heat, and felt that he was almost there too.

Tokyo's summer is really hot.

Chapter 94: Watanabe Toru's sigh, the girls' worries

Sitting by the window, Toru Watanabe looked at the reed pipe in his hand.

About 11 mm in diameter, storage time two years, made in France.

Straight, smooth and shiny surface, slightly yellowish brown with polyester brown stripes, and the fibers on the cross section are fine and tight.

This is the best material for making reeds.

On the second afternoon of the interview week, the sound of cicadas accompanied the scorching summer sun. In the classroom of Grade 4, students in groups of three or four were doing their own things.

Watanabe Toru, whose first reed began to go out of tune, used a reed planer, string, reed stand, blade knife and other tools to fiddle with the reed tube in his hand, preparing to make a second reed by hand.

"I'm back."

After the interview, Keisuke Saito seemed to have shed a layer of skin and slumped down in the girl's seat in front of Toru Watanabe.

He stared at Watanabe Tetsu who was concentrating on winding the reed for a while and asked: "What are you doing?"

"To make a reed."

"Reed?"

"Oh, right." Toru Watanabe remembered an interesting fact, "Professional oboe players usually have a good skill in making reeds, and reeds are also called reeds, so oboe players are also reed makers."

After that, he introduced himself again: "I, Watanabe, am an extremely outstanding oboe player who is destined to become a master in the future."

"Oh, and then what?" Saito Keisuke reacted calmly.

"Saito, you are such a boring guy."

"You are boring. You have no idea what you are talking about."

"I can't explain it to you, an islander."

Reed maker Toru Watanabe shook his head as if he was talking to a cow, picked up the reed with the thread wrapped around it, tried blowing it, and after making sure there was no problem, he used a knife to thin the top part.

Keisuke Saito didn't have the energy to argue with Toru Watanabe. While using the air conditioning in the classroom to cool down and restore his strength, he pricked up his ears to eavesdrop on the conversation of the girls in the front row of the classroom.

"……Really?!"

"Shh!"

The girl glanced over here secretly, and Saito Keisuke remained staring at the ceiling without moving.

<Reed Maker Toru Watanabe> still kept his head down, diligently making the reed, and would pick it up and blow it from time to time.

Outside the window, you can hear the shouts of sports clubs under the scorching sun.

The baseball team that Kunii Osamu is in is working hard to prepare for the Koshien preliminaries.

The girls' conversation continued.

"I didn't expect him to have such a bad character, even scolding a girl for her looks."

“What a scumbag!”

"Too bad."

"dross."

Saito Keisuke nodded repeatedly in his heart. It seems that girls don't always judge people by appearance, there are also some who know what's going on.

After the reed easily produced a rooster-like sound, Watanabe Toru put the tools into his schoolbag: "I'm going to the club, do you want to go?"

Saito Keisuke leaned back and said, "I'll rest for a while. The corridor is too hot."

"Then I'll go first."

"Ah."

Toru Watanabe slung his schoolbag over his shoulder, put his hands in his pockets, held the new reed in his mouth, and played "Kikujiro's Summer" intermittently according to his memory, and walked leisurely towards the classroom door.

The girls in the front row immediately quieted down.

The moment when the classroom door was closed after everyone left.

"See it! See it!"

"Mmm! The way you walk is so cool!"

"Ah-Watanabe! I really want to be scolded by him!"

Saito Keisuke: “???”

When Toru Watanabe passed by the door of Class 2, he looked inside, but didn't see Kujo Miki. Instead, he ran into Tamamo Yomi who was coming out of Class 1.

She was holding a musical instrument case containing a trombone and had a colorful hairband wrapped around her white wrist.

Tamamo Yomi glared at Watanabe Toru. She still remembered what happened last time at Shibuya Center Street.

It was unbelievable that a guy would ask her out, she agreed and they went to the meeting place, but then he stood her up?!

Toru Watanabe didn't really want to see the other person. There were many ways to go to the music classroom, but wouldn't it make him seem guilty if he deliberately took a detour at this time?

So the two of them walked in the same direction, one after the other.

There were other people walking on the road, but it still felt awkward, like filming a TV series. Although there were passers-by actors around them, the camera was always focused on the two of them.

"Is this the embarrassment of running into an ex-girlfriend?" Watanabe Toru withdrew his gaze from Tamamo Yoshimi's back and cast his eyes out the corridor window.

On a hot and sunny day during the rainy season, there were still couples sitting under a tree in the courtyard, kissing each other, their arms pressed against each other. Not even the wind could get through them, and even Toru Watanabe, who was watching, felt warm for them.

He simply stared at the beautiful Tamamo in front of him.

But, anyway, it's also very hot.

It's about the weather.

"You take your instrument home to practice?"

Watanabe Toru waited for a while before confirming that Tamamo Yomi was probably talking to him.

"Ah."

"Like this." Tamamo's beautiful expression could not be seen, and no special emotion could be heard in her voice.

When we stepped onto the elevated corridor leading to the community building, the sun suddenly became much brighter and we could see airplane clouds when we looked up.

"time?"

"...About two hours." Watanabe Toru thought the conversation was over and was caught off guard and didn't react.

"so."

"I say," Watanabe Toru couldn't help but ask, "Are you imitating Asuri-senpai?"

Like a volcano erupting without warning, Tamamo Yomi turned her head around quickly, and her two beautiful amber eyes stared angrily at Watanabe Toru.

Toru Watanabe was startled and thought she was going to use the instrument case in her hand as a weapon to hit him, so he stopped subconsciously.

"The way you spoke just now was really similar to Senior Asuri," he explained.

"This is how you communicate with someone you hate! I hate you, and Haomei hates Watanabe Toru, do you understand?"

"If you hate something, isn't it the best way to communicate if you don't say anything?"

"you--"

Tamamo was speechless and turned around angrily, with the hem of her pleated skirt fluttering.

"It's terrible! It's terrible! It's so infuriating!" The very cute girl cursed rudely and strode towards the other side of the overhead corridor.