I Loaded the Love Game

The aisle leading to the Grand Concert Hall was filled with solemn silence.

　　 Pushing open the soundproof door, everyone from Kamikawa High School came to the back of the stage.

　　 The stage is full of dazzling glare, which is the opposite of the dark backstage. From behind the curtain, you can see the playing school and part of the auditorium.

　　 Kujo Miki sat in the VIP area with her head on her hands, her expression casual. When a ticket was hard to find, a large area was vacant around her.

　　 "Komatsu-senpai is still the same as before, and she said nothing before the Kanto Contest, saying that she must not lose to other schools." Watanabe turned his head and looked at Kiyono Rin who was standing next to him.

　　 Kiyano Rin said softly: "It's not just her, but after my observation, most of Kamikawa's students are like this. They have become accustomed to the notion of'either do it or do it well'."

　　 "Well, it makes sense, you are such a person."

　　 "Use excellent to describe me?" Kiyano Rin looked at him dissatisfied.

　　 "Perfect, you are perfect."

　　 Kiyino Rin turned his head ‘this is almost the same’ and continued to watch the performance on the stage.

　　 Watanabe stared at her profile, and for the game, she tied her hair into balls.

　　 "What are you looking at?" Kiyano Rin frowned when he noticed his gaze.

　　 "A beautiful girl really looks cute with any hairstyle."

　　 "...It's just the appearance, what can I say." Rin Kiyano turned his head, "Please pay attention to my performance, sports, art, etiquette, and spiritual invulnerability."

　　 "The spiritual level is impeccable, uh-"

　　 "Do you have any questions, Toru Watanabe-san?"

　　 "No, I just think you are really cute."

　　 "Are you looking down on me?" Kiyano Rin raised his arms and looked at Watanabe Toru with a sneer.

　　 "No, how can I underestimate you."

　　 "A lie." Rin Kiyano's face completely cold, "I looked down on you, Watanabe-san, I didn't expect you to be so ignorant."

　　 "Wearing a men's suit is also cute."

　　 "I'm talking to you..."

　　 "Even angry, it's cute."

　　 Kiyano Rin took a deep breath, and said sharply, "I'll tell you again, Watanabe-san, this superficial thing is not worth mentioning."

　　 "The inhalation sound is very cute, the lips when talking is cute, the angry eyes are cute, the gesture of holding the arms is cute, and the blinking when you are shy is cute..."

　　 "Shallow." Kiyano Rin loosened the hands holding her arms, pressed her lips tightly, and stared round her eyes. "I'm not satisfied with the solo performance later. You will be beautiful when I return to Tokyo!"

　　 She gave a cold snort and turned around completely, not even leaving her side face to Watanabe Toru.

　　 But unfortunately today, she rolled her long, straight and soft hair that was as bright as lead powder into balls, so her delicate and white ears were exposed.

　　 Watanabe looked at his crystal-red ears and listened carefully to Kiyano Rin's breathing in the dark, with inexplicable emotions in his heart.

　　 However, he turned his gaze to the auditorium, the oboe in his hand glowing black.

　　 No matter how cute Kiyono Rin is, his music is played for Miki Kujo.

　　【You have a new email】

　　【Oboe: Master → Transcendence】

　　 "...R-san, you must be a god, right?"

"To shut up."

　　******

　　 pushed open the huge door leading to the stage, and the sound of the high school performance that was being performed suddenly poured into my ears.

　　Unlike the Kyoto Contest and the Kansai Contest, once it is in the national competition, no school is weak, and they are all well-known wind schools.

　　‘But, don’t be afraid, Kita Uji is one of the 29th team and is a strong school in wind music! Kumiko swallowed while holding the upper tone low.

　　 Kita Uji's men filed into the backstage. There is already a school ready to play here. It is Kanto's representative Kamikawa High School.

　　 A private school with a deviation value of the top 10% in the country.

　　 A few students have brilliant minds, some are hard-working and scary, and the rest are clever and hard-working guys.

　　 In Ye Yue's words, the last kind of person is too disgusting and doesn't give ordinary people a chance at all.

　　 They wore neat black uniforms, and their faces were calm and solemn, like well-trained troops.

　　 Kumiko looked for a corner and felt that it was difficult to breathe. Her heart thumped and thumped fast.

　　 She closed her eyes, and there was a bottomless darkness.

　　 "Don't be too nervous." The calm voice was mixed with the sound of footsteps, reminding her in a low voice.

　　 Kumiko opened his eyes and nodded silently to Watanabe who was walking by.

　　 "Are you confident?" Watanabe Toru asked.

　　 "Is there any..." Kumiko didn't know it herself.

　　 "You must be fine."

　　 Kumiko looked at him in surprise: "Why do you say that?"

"Now, here, at the Nagoya International Conference Hall, there are some great people. Including Kita Uji, there are also many people with great playing skills, such as the oboe, and another bass player, and your good friend Rei Chennai is even more beautiful and powerful."

　　 "What kind of reason is that?" Kumiko sighed with nothing to say.

　　 "But, the guys I just mentioned are not in my eyes. As for Kita Uji, only Kumiko is qualified to be my friend. This is the reason why you must be fine."

　　 "Why?" Kumiko asked softly.

　　 is very strange, is it because of the upcoming competition? Obviously Watanabe Toru was talking about her respected senior and Rena's bad things, but she was not angry at all.

　　 Or is it because Watanabe Toru sees himself as a friend?

Going to Tokyo to study alone and doing hard work, there is a girlfriend who makes the organizers vent their anger and dare not speak loudly. He can get the first place in the country without any effort. The appearance is impeccable and is definitely a typical example of standing above everyone. Such people treat her as a friend.

　　 Even Rena, who was shining in her eyes and regarded as a treasure, was not seen by him, but she could.

　　 "You, me," Watanabe pointed at her, then pointed at himself, "They are the same kind of people."

　　 "How can you tell?" Kumiko wanted him to say more.

　　 In her previous life, she has always been said to be a good child and gentle, but she has never had this kind of recognition, and she has a full sense of pride in her heart.

　　 "This kind of thing is like carved on the forehead, you can understand it at a glance."

　　 Kumiko glanced at Watanabe's forehead. This man has no dead ends and is handsome, but he has no lettering.

　　 She showed confused eyes.

"How can I explain it to you..." Watanabe thought for a while, and wrinkled a light wrinkle between his eyebrows. "For example, if I am a "good guy in Tokyo", then you, Huang The former Kumiko is "the perfect heroine of Kita Uji". "

　　 "No," Kumiko was stunned. "The range is too different? Anyway, it's "Kyoto no perfect heroine"! "

　　 To Kumiko’s complaint, Watanabe was noncommittal, and said with a chuckle, "How is it, are you still nervous?"

　　 "...So you are comforting me, what you just said is false?" Kumiko said with dissatisfaction.

　　 She carefully realized that her tight body did relax unconsciously.

　　 "How is it possible? Just ask anyone in Shinjuku who doesn't know that Toru Watanabe's greatest virtue is honesty."

　　 "Who believes you!"

　　 "Well, "Tokyo guy" is absolutely true, I don't lie to you. "

　　 Kumiko was about to say something, suddenly there was enthusiastic applause from the audience in front of the curtain-the performance of the previous high school was over, and it was Kamikawa's turn.

　　 Kumiko's emotions just relaxed, suddenly tense again.

　　 She looked at Watanabe Toru worriedly, but what she saw was an unmoved face.

　　 In all the competitions he participated in so far, Kumiko has never seen such a confident expression on anyone.

　　 Toru Watanabe stretched out his fist at her.

　　 Kumiko looked at that fist for a while, then suddenly remembered that he knocked her much smaller fist lightly.

　　 "I went."

　　 "Well, come on!"

　　 "Appreciate my performance, Kumiko, the next performance will not be there before, and there will never be any in the future."

　　 Toru Watanabe walked away with the oboe and sheet music, and together with the people from Kamikawa High School, stepped onto their stage.

　　 Kumiko, who stayed alone, closed her eyes again.

　　 In the bottomless darkness, light particles float under thin eyelids.

　　‘No problem, I am omnipotent now. ’

　　 "Kumiko." Rena came over, "Let's get closer, I want to see the guy's strength."

　　 Kumiko opened his eyes and replied softly: "Yeah."

　　 The two walked to the curtain.

　　 There are already full of people here, there are people like Luhui who like to listen to performances, and there are also classmates who are idiots watching handsome guys or idiots watching beautiful women.

　　 Looking at the stage exposed to the strong light, Kumiko's heart thumped again, but she was no longer nervous, she was full of expectations for the future, and she couldn't wait to perform on stage.

　　 The current self, even the difficult transitional syllables can be perfected!

　　 "Next, the number 9 is represented by Kanto, and students from the flute department of Tokyo Metropolitan Kamikawa High School will play for everyone."

　　Kamikawa High School’s voices are seated in prescribed positions, filled with notes of music scores long ago, and placed on the black music stand.

　　 "The designated piece is the fourth piece, the free piece is "The Prosperous Four Seasons" composed by Akichi Kawahide, and the conductor is Rin Kiyano."

　　 With the end of the news, the auditorium plunged into darkness, and only the spotlight on the stage was still on, and the white light was shining on the black uniform of Kamikawa High School.

　　 The conductor, the conductor who was the same age as them, looked at everyone's faces one by one.

　　 She raised the baton with her slender fingers, and the rest of Kamikawa raised their musical instruments neatly as they saw soldiers with handsome flags.

　　 Kumiko couldn't help holding onto the hem of her skirt.

　　 Then, the baton swung down.

　　 In an instant, neatly drawn notes gush out from the horn of the instrument without a trace of impurities.

　　 The trumpet is powerful, the percussion is running forward, the brass clank clanks, the bass drum roars loudly, the snare drum is like thunder, and the sound is continuous...

The constant collision of 　　 sounds and harmony, the main melody is complex and shocking.

　　 Suddenly, the beautiful melody of the flute is like the night wind blowing, and the intense performance is slowly surrendered, and then, there is a lingering tone like a baritone of a love song.

　　The notes overlap with the notes, making the connection seamless.

　　Although the Euphonium is more used to set off, increasing the quality of the flute like a simmering fire, the sound is too beautiful, too transparent, and too warm.

　　 That is the most beautiful euphonium tone Kumiko has ever heard.

　　, who is also the bass horn, can't help but look over. There are two bass players in Kamikawa, and only one girl with an indifferent expression is playing at this time.

　　 She did not look at the music score, nor did she look at the conductor. Following her gaze, she looked at Kamikawa’s oboe player.

　　 It's Watanabe. Just thinking about this, the court suddenly quieted down.

　　 Kumiko quickly looked at the conductor. Rin Kiyono put down his hands and nodded lightly to the oboe.

　　 "I give the solo timing to the performer himself!" Aside, Rena couldn't help but whispered in surprise.

　　 Kumiko was surprised.

　　 Rena is Kita Uji's trumpet soloist, but she is so powerful that she can act as a soloist in the first grade, and the timing of the start must also be arranged by the conductor.

　　 plays solo with everyone, not everyone with her.

　　 The silence continued, filling the concert hall.

　　 The air gradually became anxious, and a few viewers even started talking in low voices.

　　 But when Watanabe held the reed and breathed into the oboe, there was only a trace of sad melody left in the world.

　　 seems to extend to the ends of the earth and corners of the world, driving away all anxiety and anxiety, filling every inch of space in the concert hall.

　　 Everyone’s heart beats violently, shaking the tympanic membrane.

　　 The tone made Kumiko intoxicated as always, resonated tremendously, and shook her heart.

　　 In a trance, a blue bird hatches from the oboe.

　　 She grew up slowly, stretched her wings lazily, adjusted to her body, then spread her wings, whispered and flew.

　　 responded to her call, all the clarinets sang together, and the gold pipes gathered in the back, following the blue bird like a flock of birds.

　　 But.

　　 Just when everyone was overwhelmed by the ensemble fans and was swallowed by the torrent of sound, the blue bird suddenly uttered an arrogant cry.

　　 This scream broke through the air, breaking the coordination of the ensemble, and forcibly piercing into their eardrums, whether they wanted it or not.

　　The audience, the judges, Kita Uji in the background, and everyone who watched the live broadcast on TV, watched this scene on the stage dumbfounded:

　　 Whether the clarinet or the gold tube, all were abandoned by the blue bird, she danced alone, flying higher and higher, higher and higher, the light began to shine, and the colors gradually became colorful.

　　 When she hovered in the concert hall and everyone bathed in her brilliance, everything, everything, and everything was convincing.

　　 Kumiko felt that her brain was about to melt away.

　　******

　　 "Please stand in line for representatives of schools."

　　 hasn't reacted yet. I don't know when the awards will start. The sound of the oboe still remains on everyone's tympanic membrane.

　　 A whole row of golden trophies, shining brightly under the stage lights, more and more aroused everyone's desire.

　　 "No. 1, Hokuriku representative, Yiyan Commercial High School, Bronze Award."

　　 A disappointed sigh came from a certain corner, but no one cared about them.

　　 "No. 4, Kanto representative, Tokyo Metropolitan Komazawa High School, gold medal!"

　　 "Ah——" In the boy's roar, the girl's sharp voice was mixed with joyful crying.

　　The schools that are still waiting for the results have a pale face. The gold award accounts for only 30%. The more schools, the smaller their chances.

　　 "No. 5, Kyushu representative, Qingliang Girls' High School, gold medal!"

　　 Two golds in a row.

　　 Qingliang Girls Middle School ran and jumped, the girls' legs under the skirts, the girls hugging each other, the scenery that usually makes people's eyes dizzying, but now no one cares.

　　 "No. 6, Kanto representative, Tokyo Metropolitan Katakura High School, gold medal!"

　　 There was thunderous joy.

　　 The sound wave hit the heads of all the remaining school students.

　　 Three consecutive golds.

　　 Even though I know that this is not controlled by humans, and the next one will be silver or bronze because of the gold awards, the next one will be silver or bronze. However, the number seven is already desperate, and some female members can't help crying.

　　 The faces of everyone at Kamikawa High School are also ugly.

　　 Representative of Kanto, two of them have already received gold awards. Will the last one receive gold awards?

　　 Will there be judges who can't understand the Kanto's strength, or think that Kamikawa entered the national competition for the first time and just gave a silver award?

　　 "No. 7, representative of Shikoku, high school affiliated to Shikoku University, bronze medal."

　　 The high school affiliated to Shikoku University concealed his face sadly, and some boys gritted their teeth as if they hated him for uselessness.

　　 On the stage, Komatsu Misaki's hands were cold, the heartbeat spread through the bones all over his body, and his feet began to numb.

　　 Behind her, Mai Mai's lips formed a line.

　　 "No. 8, representative of Tohoku, Iwate Prefecture Hinodezawa High School, silver medal."

　　 Breathing heavier and heavier, Komatsu Misaki watched as the Hinodesawa High School representative accepted the trophy and certificate with satisfaction.

　　 If Kamikawa only won the silver award, she would never forgive herself.

　　Kamikawa, the school where the graduates did not enter the Imperial University and were embarrassed to participate in the alumni association will never allow them to go all out and lose to other schools!

　　 "No. 9, Kanto representative, Tokyo Metropolitan Kamikawa High School..."

　　Kangawa everyone couldn't help holding their breath.

　　 The girl folded her hands and prayed with her eyes closed. The boy did not blink her eyes, clenched his fists, and stared at the emcee who announced the result.

　　 In the silent venue, the emcee’s awe-inspiring voice sounded:

　　 "Gold Award!"

"what--"

　　 "Gold Award! Gold Award! Gold Award!"

　　 "Senior——!!!" The school girl suddenly jumped into the arms of the same voice.

　　 "Don't cry, we are the gold medal! Don't cry...Ah!" Consoling, the senior sister herself couldn't help crying loudly.

　　 When hearing the result, Komatsu Misaki felt like she was going to fall.

　　 The sound went away, the scenery was still, and that short second was stretched hundreds of times in length. Under the stage, the screams of everyone hugging each other were as far away as a dream.

　　 is great, really great.

　　 "Misaki." Mai Mai called out softly~www.ltnovel.com~Yeah. Komatsu Misaki tried hard to hold back her tears, and walked forward with Mai Mai with her head high, and received the trophy and certificate.

　　 The calm voice of the emcee continued through the microphone.

　　 "No. 10, Kansai Representative, Kita Uji High School, Kyoto Prefecture, Bronze Award."

　　......

　　 "I always feel that taking pictures is not enough!"

　　 "Senior sister, what else do you want to do? It's troublesome, we just want to hurry up and eat a big meal!"

　　 "When you rushed into my arms and cried, you didn't have this attitude!"

　　 "You're so long-winded! I'm about to become an old woman!"

　　 "Alright, Ichinose, what else do you want to do?"

　　 "Um...ah, I thought, let's make a video and sing the school song! Save it in the wind club!"

　　 "Hey—the square is full of people, it’s too shameful to sing the school song!"

　　 "That's it! No way, no way!"

　　 "1, 2, 3, sing!"

　　 "Wait, wait, I'm not ready yet! What's the first sentence?!"

　　 "Yutani hills, school buildings skipped by the crows, our alma mater, Kamikawa!"

　　 "......"

　　People passing by, stopped to watch this group of high school students, their cheerful singing, wandering in the autumn dusk of Nagoya.

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