I Loaded the Love Game

At noon on the third day of the training camp, after the ensemble ends.

　　 "The training camp ends here. After going back today, everyone can go home directly."

"Yes!"

　　 Kiyano Rin looked around, his eyes rested on Watanabe Toru, whose eyelids kept dropping.

　　 "The intensity will continue tomorrow, so it’s best to stay at home and rest. There are only five days left before the Kanto Contest. Don’t want to sleep while practicing."

"Yes!"

　　 "Watanabe-san?"

　　 "I have been dozing off today for a reason." Watanabe Toru lifted his foot, "There was a mosquito buzzing all the time yesterday. I did it for..."

　　 Before he finished speaking, Rin Kiyano had already looked back: "Disbanded."

　　 "..." Watanabe Toru has forgotten that this woman can see through lies.

　　‘NPC has more powerful skills than players, so something is wrong. With a spit in my heart, Watanabe rallied and began to clean up the music stand and chair.

　　 Carrying musical instruments, packing up luggage, the music club takes the school bus back to Shinjuku, and ends the three-day and two-night training.

　　 Toru Watanabe, who goes to bed every night, wakes up, and keeps exercising, is all right. Just because he went to the girls’ dormitory at night and crawled on the ground for a while, he felt physically and mentally exhausted when he returned home.

　　 He kicked off his shoes at random, walked into the hallway, turned on the air conditioner, and sat down on the ground, Watanabe groaned in contentment.

The two goldfish caught at the summer festival and placed in the fish tank were dead, with their bulging bellies facing upwards.

　　 Watanabe Toru stared for a while, then slowly took out the phone to take a picture, and sent it to Miki Kujo.

[died]

[Got it]

　　 Five days passed quickly, and it quickly arrived the afternoon before the Kanto Contest.

　　In order to prepare for tomorrow's game, the training session ended in the afternoon.

　　 Toru Watanabe returned to the rental house and received a courier from his hometown, a duck.

　　 The duck was raised in the rice field by his father. He originally wanted to wait for him to go back to kill and eat, but because of the music club, he stayed in Tokyo the entire summer vacation.

　　 "The ducks that ate weeds and pests were killed, it means that the rice will be harvested soon." Watanabe stared at the duck tied by the big five flowers and muttered to himself.

　　 In a blink of an eye, he got a headache. Killing ducks from scratch is a very tedious task, such as bleeding, plucking, etc.

　　 But raising ducks or selling them is unrealistic.

　　 After thinking about it, Watanabe Toru took out his cell phone.

　　 "What's the matter?" Mihime Kujo's voice came.

　　 "My hometown sent me a duck, do you want to come here to eat at night?" If there is a guest, the host will have the motivation to toss the kitchen.

　　 "Duck?" Kujo Miki was taken aback for a moment, "Why are you sending this kind of stuff? Where is it?"

　　 "Inada Duck, isn't it unusual for the average Tokyo citizen? Come or not?"

　　 "Do you want me to go there?" Kujo Miki's tone was contemptuous and ambiguous.

　　 "Hey, don't be crooked. I'm purely alone and don't want to deal with ducks at all. Only when you come to eat will I have the motivation to cook."

"is that so?"

　　 "Of course. If there are no guests, who would bother to kill a duck? I definitely don't have the dirty idea of ​​‘my girlfriend agrees to come to eat at home, then I can do that kind of thing’!"

　　 The laughter of Miki Kujo on the other side of the phone indicated that she did not believe Watanabe's words at all.

　　 is really a headache.

　　 If it was Kiyano Rin, he must know that Toru Watanabe is a hospitable host with no nasty thoughts.

　　 "Ok, eight o'clock, I'll go to your place. Wash it up."

　　 "Wash it up? Miki, I'm not a scumbag full of sensual brains, I..."

　　 "I mean duck."

　　 "Huh? Oh."

　　 The call hung up amidst Miki Kujo’s laughter. It seemed that she was in a good mood. Could it be that she recently negotiated a few more deals and earned how many billions of dollars?

　　 Toru Watanabe remembered the Takashi who gave him a Lamborghini as soon as they met. The life of a rich man is unimaginable.

　　Since Kujo Miki promised to come for dinner, Toru Watanabe didn't plan to be lazy anymore, and boiled water to kill the ducks.

　　 He doesn't know how to cook, so he prepares to boil duck soup for hot pot.

　　 asked his mother about the steps to make the soup, put the duck rack in the pot to make the soup, and he went out to buy other ingredients.

　　 On the afternoon of August 24, it was very hot outside.

　　 Asphalt roads and roofs of residential areas are shining in the sun, and the few pedestrians on the road try to walk close to the shade.

　　 Watanabe Toru finally walked into the mall and let out a sigh of relief. He was already slimy with sweat.

　　 stood at the air-conditioning outlet and blew for a while, then strolled in the vegetable area of ​​the mall.

　　 A plate of high-quality wagyu beef, shiitake mushrooms, green onions, garland chrysanthemum, baby cabbage, enoki mushroom, chrysanthemum chrysanthemum...There are many styles, but the quantity is small.

　　 Thinking of Miki Kujo likes to eat salmon, Toru Watanabe took away the most expensive plate of salmon in the mall.

　　 Finally, he took a bottle of orange juice and went back to the rental house in sweat after the bill was settled.

　　 In this kind of weather, a person really does not want to cook, let alone kill ducks.

　　 took a shower and changed clothes. After seeing the time difference, he began to wash rice, cook, and lay out dishes.

　　 After dark, before Miki Kujo came, he went to the store and bought a gas stove for camping.

　　 put the gas stove on the round low table, and put the duck soup pot that had been burned for an afternoon on it, and the other dishes just filled the round table.

　　 Raised the phone, took a picture, and sent it to my mother and Miki Kujo.

　　 Toru Watanabe turned on the TV and drank orange juice while watching a documentary about the inclement weather in the northernmost part of Hokkaido. After money, he paid for it.

　　Waiting for Kujo Miki's time, the pot gurgled, and the scent filled the whole rental house.

　　 Miki Kujo knocked on the door on time at eight.

　　 "I'm finally here, I'm starving to death." Watanabe Toru opened the door.

　　 Kujo Miki wears a simple short sleeve, with the hem tucked into the skirt, highlighting the graceful waist curve.

　　 She sat down at the low table and glanced at the dishes on the table: "After you called me, I didn't eat anything. If it doesn't taste good, I will be disappointed and you will be fined to dance."

　　 "You smell this." Watanabe Toru made a request for hot pot.

　　 Miki Kujo sniffed her delicate nose: "It's normal."

　　 "Smell carefully."

　　 Miki Kujo sniffed again: "Don't feel how special the rice field duck is?"

　　 "It doesn't matter if a duck is not a duck, it's all my love in it." Watanabe Toru said.

　　 Kujo Miki gave Watanabe a slanted look, and picked up the glass he had prepared for her a long time ago: "Pour me a drink and put some ice cubes."

　　 "Isn't my love conveyed?"

　　 Kujo Miki knocked the base of the glass on the table, motioning him to stop talking nonsense.

　　 Watanabe Toru is also hungry, so stop talking nonsense, first pour her a drink, add ice cubes, and then put the ingredients in the snow-white broth.

　　 After everything is ready, the two start with easy-to-cook dishes.

　　 Watanabe Toru put a piece of duck meat for her and looked at her expectantly: "Try it."

　　 Kujo Miki didn't eat it right away, she first clipped the duck skin and put it in Watanabe Toru's bowl, and then took a bite of the duck meat.

　　 "How is it?" Watanabe Toru asked.

　　 "Yeah." Miki Kujo nodded indifferently.

　　 To get such an evaluation, Watanabe Toru is already very satisfied, and it feels worthwhile to work all afternoon.

　　 He threw the duck skin into his mouth.

　　 Miki Kujo herself took a slice of cooked wagyu beef and nodded her head in a good feeling.

　　 She ate a little dish and asked Toru Watanabe to add a bowl of rice to her.

　　 "Are you busy these days?" Watanabe Tofu put the tofu filled with soup into his mouth.

　　 "There are a few projects, and it's not too busy to say that I'm busy, but I don't have much time."

　　 "Will you go to see my game tomorrow?"

　　 "The Kanto Contest is boring, let's talk about the national contest."

　　 "You have confidence in me."

　　 "I believe in the strength of that woman Rin Kiyano." Miki Kujo gave Watanabe a thorough look, and put the ingredients on the chopsticks into her mouth, only to be scalded by potatoes.

　　 She frowned, her little red tongue sticking out slightly.

　　 Toru Watanabe looked up and saw Miki Kujo, and couldn't help laughing.

　　 Kujo Miki looked cold, and poured the bitten potatoes into his bowl.

　　 The two of them ate and chatted, the hot pot gurgled, and the heat filled the middle of the two.

　　 After eating hot pot, Watanabe leaned back against the wall, drank the remaining orange juice, and watched unfinished documentaries.

　　 Miki Kujo succumbed to her food, lay her head on his lap, and closed her eyes to digest.

　　 A few strands of black hair fell on her face, Watanabe used his index finger to help her carefully and gently pull the long hair behind her ears.

　　 Kujo Miki stretched out her hand and lightly held the palm that Watanabe had drawn across her face.

　　 Her hands were very soft and thin, and Watanabe couldn't help but knead it gently.

　　 The hot temperature passed through the skin, Kujo Miki felt very comfortable, as if she was massaging, her face with her eyes closed quietly looked even more lazy.

　　 The air conditioner was blowing, there were leftovers on the table, and there were two dog barks occasionally outside the house.

　　 On the day of the Kanto Contest, Toru Watanabe came to the music classroom as early as usual.

　　 The only person who came earlier than him in the past was Mai Asui, but today there are three more people, and all of them are practicing seriously.

　　 Waiting for Rin Kiyano to arrive, the flute club practiced the designated songs and optional songs several times from beginning to end.

　　 Before starting to carry the instrument, Rin Kiyano said, "Do you remember our goal?"

　　 "Gold Medal in the National Competition!"

　　 "That's right, so don't use up all the tension in the Kanto Contest, wait until the national contest and then be nervous."

　　 The wind club smiled and relaxed while holding the hand of the instrument quietly.

　　 Waiting for the laughter to stop, Rin Kiyano said again: "If you are really nervous, everyone just look at the sheet music in your hand."

　　 Everyone's music scores are all tattered and full of notes.

　　 "Okay, let's go."

"Yes!"

　　 The Kanto Contest was held at an international conference venue in Bunkyo, Tokyo.

　　 Shinjuku, where Kamikawa is located, and Bunkyo, where the competition is located, are closely connected between the two areas, which is why they have enough time to practice in the morning.

　　 "Hey, do you think that if we enter the national competition, do we have to go to Nagoya one day in advance?" On the bus, a boy said.

　　 "Maybe," a girl replied.

　　 "I really want to visit the castle tower!"

　　 "If I want to go to Nagoya University, my goal for further education is the Faculty of Law, Nagoya University."

　　 "Tamazao, where do you want to go?" a boy asked.

　　 Tamamo is so beautiful and calmer than last time, perhaps because the notes on her sheet music are the most common reason.

　　 The way she raised her face and thought carefully is indeed very attractive to boys.

　　 "I want to go to the Yamazaki River to see cherry blossoms. I heard that there are hundreds of cherry trees on the one-kilometer walking path."

　　 "You fool," Watanabe couldn't help but said, "The national competition is in November. Where can I show you the cherry blossoms, do you think you are Haruhi Suzumiya?"

　　 "...Who is Haruhi Suzumiya? Is it so beautiful, I am beautiful!"

　　Is the focus here? Sure enough, he was an idiot.

　　 I got off the bus, and the violent sunlight and heat wave hit my face.

　　 The people in long-sleeved school uniforms started to sweat before they even entered the venue. There were already crowds of people in the venue, and students in all kinds of uniforms ran around.

　　 Tamazao is so beautiful. They stayed in a corner. Whenever they saw a team from a strong school, their tension would increase.

　　 A powerful school, in their eyes, even their words and deeds seem to be different. The neat uniform exudes a shocking sense of oppression.

　　 There are even radio follow-up interviews.

　　 "What should I do? My hands are shaking!"

　　 "I can't even remember the melody! It's over, what sound was it at the beginning!"

　　 "Stop talking, I almost forgot about you too!"

　　 Just when they were taking a walk with each other uneasy, there was a sudden commotion at the entrance of the venue, and there were even suppressed screams of girls.

　　The people in the music club subconsciously looked over and saw the boys in the Kamikawa High School's music club walk in with a bottle of bozi soda in their hands, sweating profusely.

　　 Watanabe Toru pulls the neckline of his suit as if he can't stand the heat, because under the sleeves rolled up for carrying the instrument are well-proportioned and strong arms.

　　 "That person is so handsome."

　　 "Will it be an artist?"

　　 "No, look at him in school uniform."

　　 "Which school uniform is that, I'm so envious!"

　　 "It seems to be Kamikawa."

　　 "Hey, isn't that a private high school that is famous for entering a higher school? I haven't seen them in the game before."

　　 Girls in the wind club, for the first time in history, Watanabe Toru is proud to be one of them.

　　 Only Yuzao gave a beautiful tut.

　　 The screams were not over yet, when Rin Kiyono, who had been changing clothes at the beginning, walked in, the venue clamored again.

　　 "So handsome, that girl!"

　　 "Look at her clothes...A consultant? It's a lie, too young!"

　　 "It seems to be from Kamikawa too!"

　　 "Ah----, so handsome classmates and consultants, why not in our school! One is fine!"

　　The students of the wind club from all over Kanto talked about it without hesitation.

　　 Not only that, the sharks that the TV station wanted to smell the blood immediately surrounded them.

　　 As soon as Watanabe Toru walked to Rin Kiyono who was once again incarnate as a beautiful boy, he was about to tease her, and the two were surrounded by reporters.

　　 "Hello, which school are you from?"

　　 Toru Watanabe glanced at Kiyano Rin, holding her arms in a posture that she didn't intend to speak.

　　 "Kamikawa High School." Watanabe Toru had to take the initiative to speak.

　　 spears and short cannons immediately aimed at him.

　　 "Classmate, what is your name? What instrument is in charge?"

　　 "My name is Toru Watanabe, and the instrument in charge of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com is the oboe."

　　 "What is your goal?"

　　 "Become the prime minister of the island country and lead the island country into an independent country." Watanabe talked thoroughly, and he was full of confidence.

　　 Don't talk about Rin Kiyano who can see through lies, none of the people who can hear his voice believe him.

　　 "Classmate, what I asked is your goal for this competition." The reporter reminded.

　　 Another reporter continued to ask, "Watanabe-san, how did you become the prime minister? And what do you plan to do?"

Watanabe ignored the serious reporter and said to the reporter who looked promising at first sight: "I am going to participate in various competitions in high school to increase my popularity. This orchestral contest is one of them. I am still practicing baseball. Strive to enter Jiaziyuan next year."

　　 "......"

　　 "Of course this is not enough." Watanabe Toru continued, "My grades are third in the school. If there is no accident, I will be recommended for admission to the University of Tokyo."

"......real or fake?"

"Of course." Watanabe Toru is a politician who is righteous. "Although I can't disclose details, my girlfriend is powerful and powerful. Even the classmate I make, the one next to me, is also resounding... ..."

　　 "Shut up." Kiyano Rin rubbed his eyebrows

　　 "Yes." The future Prime Minister Toru Watanabe chose to surrender temporarily.

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