I Loaded the Love Game

The mechanical pencil slides on the notebook and writes English words one after another.

　　 Curves are like flowing, straight lines are brisk.

　　 Aoi likes the fluency of problem-solving and the clarity of the brain.

　　 After finishing the exam papers for the target university last year, she picked up the red reference book at hand and corrected the answers by herself.

　　 The correct rate is pretty good. It is estimated that the deviation can be around 72.9.

　　 stretched out, ready to rest for a while, and then correct the mistake.

　　 She propped her chin with her right hand wearily, staring at the blue sky outside the window in a daze, her eyes down, and she could see the playground of Kita Uji.

　　 At noon, there are only a few boys from sports clubs on the playground, and they are playing basketball during the lunch break.

　　 Kui thinks of herself, she has been a member of the flute club until she reached the third year of high school.

　　 In order to cope with the arduous entrance examination and not repeat the failure of the high school entrance examination, she disregarded the retention of school girl and friend Huang Qian Kumiko and chose to retire.

　　 Kita Uji's wind club is not worth mentioning.

　　 Although it used to be brilliant, it has long been reduced to a third-rate club that can't even get out of the Kyoto competition-this is before this spring.

　　 Kui's spare left hand, picked up the eraser, sandwiched it between the index finger and middle finger, and rolled it unconsciously.

　　 Outside the window, the sky and white clouds were drawn very similar, looking a bit like the tube of a tenor saxophone.

　　 Now, Kita Uji’s playing club has won the Kyoto Competition and played miraculous sounds at the Kansai Competition. Although in the end only won the bronze prize in the national competition, it has long been a topical club in school.

　　 The principal even praised them at the meeting, and Kita Uji's enrollment next year will be more popular because of them.

　　Mingming has been in the wind club for two years, if the third year persists...

　　 Kwai stopped turning the rubber and laughed at herself.

impossible.

　　 She is not the deputy head of the music department-also the third grade Asuka Tanaka-who is regarded as a special person by everyone.

　　 Outstanding appearance, excellent leadership ability, the bass playing is not at the level of a strong school? 　 In the mock exam, he squeezed into the top 30 in the country.

　　 How could there be such a perfect person in the world...

　　Kwai thought of my mock test results? 　There is still a certain distance from the private university of my goal.

　　 while taking care of club activities? 　studying hard at the same time? 　It is completely impossible for ordinary people like her.

　　Thinking about it for a while? 　 Stretching his arms upward, Aoi is ready to continue studying.

　　 At this moment? 　The rest of the light undoubtedly swept the side of the playground? 　The path leading to the school building at the school gate, the familiar figure came into view.

Kumiko?

　　 What are you going to do there at noon?

　　 Even if the competition is over, except for the third grade preparing for the entrance examination, the wind club should continue to practice.

　　 is thinking about these irrelevant questions? 　The two figures beside Kumiko? 　 attracted her attention.

　　 Kita Uji, whose winter uniform is a long-sleeved sailor suit, wears western school uniforms like sunflowers that attract bees.

　　 Aoi who went to Nagoya to watch the national competition and recognized these two people.

　　 The unique genius of oboe, the first high school student conductor in the history of wind music competition;

　　The first and second place in the national mock exam for senior one;

　　 looks impeccable;

　　......

　　 Countless advantages.

　　 Kita Uji's special presence-Asuka Tanaka? 　 also seemed ordinary in front of the two.

　　At this time, why did they appear in Kita Uji?

　　******

　　 Kumiko carrying a gift? 　 looked at the surrounding classmates with a wry smile.

　　There are boys and girls, there are high grades and low grades; far away? 　Classmates leaned out of the windows of each class.

　　 Forget it! The key is......

　　"Watanabe?　Can you stop laughing." Kumiko complained.

　　 "I see an old friend? 　I can't help but smile? 　It's you, Kumiko, please tell me why I am not happy at all when I see you not far away more than 400 kilometers away."

　　 "I'm happy...but if you continue like this, after you leave, I will definitely be surrounded by the whole school!"

　　 "That's your business, right? Please solve it yourself."

　　 "What did you say?" Kumiko said in disbelief.

"Just kidding, don't mind. In Kamikawa, I only dared to laugh at my girlfriend and Kiyono-classmates, but for Kita Uji, I only stay for a lunch break and can laugh casually regardless of the consequences. Think about it, everyone is fascinated by me. It turns out that you never see me again in a blink of an eye. Don’t you feel so young like this?"

　　 "...I just feel that you have a very, very bad personality."

　　 "Speaking directly that someone with a bad personality is the one with a bad personality, right?"

　　 "Yeah, yes." Kumiko said weakly to Toru Watanabe, giving up trying to persuade him to stop laughing.

　　 She looked at Kiyono Rin who was still panting, and comforted: "Kyono-san, I will be in the music classroom soon, and I will rest soon!"

　　 "...Thank you." Rin Kiyano thanked him very hard.

　　 "But how did you get this thing?" Watanabe Toru picked up the admission permit on his chest.

　　 Kumiko stood up a little bit proudly: "Ms. Matsumoto Michie is the assistant consultant of the wind club and my head teacher. I said to her, ‘invite you to come to the wind club to communicate," and she immediately agreed.”

　　 "The female teacher whose expression was very stern at first sight, but after the match, she cried in her arms again?"

　　 "Huh? How did you know?" Kumiko looked at Watanabe Toru in surprise.

　　 "Of course I saw it. Wasn't I there at the time?"

　　 "Liar! How can human beings have such a good memory!"

　　 "Kyono-san, cheer up," Watanabe turned his head to look at Rin Kiyono, who was closing his eyes in pain, "Some people say that we are not humans."

　　 "...Shut up." Rin Kiyano finally couldn't support it.

　　 She stretched out her hand and gently grabbed Toru Watanabe's sleeves, transferring part of the gravity to him.

　　 Watanabe pulled the school uniform blazer that slipped to the shoulder, and said to Kumiko, "Could you find a place to rest first?"

　　 Kumiko looked at Kiyano Rin worriedly and surprised, but he didn't expect someone to be so weak.

　　 "Hmm—" She thought for a while, "It seems to be possible in the shoe cabinet!"

　　 The three people walked into the school building, put on indoor shoes, and stopped at the vending machine.

　　 From time to time, there are girls holding each other's hands and they pass by. After walking away, they immediately whispered.

　　 There are also boys who chase and fight each other, deliberately speaking loudly in front of Rin Kiyano.

　　 "What do you want to drink?" Kumiko asked.

　　 "Let me come." Watanabe Toru took out the ten-yen coins he had accumulated during this time and put them into the coin slot one by one.

　　 Kumiko knew that this guy was very rich, and she only had 3000 yen a month, so she chose to accept it.

　　 Watanabe Toru first ordered strawberry milk for himself, and then ordered hot tea for Rin Kiyano, and said to Kumiko, "I don't know what you like to drink, order it yourself."

　　 "How embarrassing is this." With that said, Kumiko had already placed his hand on the most expensive drink button.

　　 I wanted to taste it a long time ago!

　　 Even so, there is still a balance.

　　 "Give me another bottle of Rena." Watanabe Toru unscrewed the cap of the hot tea and handed it to Rin Kiyano, who was resting with his eyes closed.

　　 Kiyano Rin opened his eyes and sipped.

　　 "If you say that, you will definitely be scolded by Rena later." Kumiko bought barley tea for Rena, "but there will be boys who like to drink strawberry milk."

　　 "In the process of learning, the body will want something sweet." Watanabe bit the straw and looked at Kita Uji's environment.

　　 The dark yellow tiles, the fluorescent lights neatly arranged on the ceiling, the open door of the classroom.

　　 In the corner of the corridor, there are piles of tables with graffiti and chairs on the side.

　　 An ordinary public high school that seems to have no other characteristics except for the sailor uniform.

　　 "Why am I not in that situation?" Kumiko asked.

　　 "It means you are not really studying."

　　 "Impossible!"

　　 "Am I the first in the country to tell lies? I just rely on strawberry milk to supplement sugar and keep my brain active."

　　 "Oh." Rin Kiyano sighed helplessly.

　　 "What's wrong?" Watanabe turned his head immediately and asked with concern.

　　 "Glucose that supplements the brain is made from starchy foods such as rice, bread, noodles, etc., which are digested and absorbed in the human body. I think you should improve your common sense more than your performance."

　　 "You said I don't have common sense?"

　　 Kiyino Rin smiled kindly, confirming Watanabe's doubts.

　　 Facing Kumiko’s piercing eyes on "how do you explain", Watanabe shrugged nonchalantly.

　　He took a sip of milk and said, "I used to know everything about Chinese and Western, but since I have Dora A Rin, now I can only order anything."

　　 "But aren't you number one in the country?" Kumiko reminded him kindly.

　　 "What I hate the most is to evaluate a person based on academic performance. It is too narrow! People should live in a broader world!"

　　 "But if it is the number one in the country, at least one should know that the sugar that the brain needs is passed..."

　　 "Kumiko." Watanabe Toru patted Kumiko's weak shoulder.

　　 "Yes!" Kumiko thought to herself, this hand is too big.

　　 With a charming smile, Toru Watanabe said softly: "You must be unpopular, right?"

　　 "Huh?" Kumiko blinked, "It's not..."

　　 She didn't finish her words, and there was a scolding from a distance.

　　 "Stay away from Kumiko, abnormal!"

　　 Toru Watanabe took away his hand and put on a posture of doing nothing, and said to Rena who came by staring at him:

　　 "Long time no see, Sister Rena, I am a fan of your Tokyo, come to see you."

　　 "Go to hell!" Rena glanced at him fiercely and looked at Kumiko with concern, "Kumiko, did he do anything to you?"

　　 "I haven't had time yet." Kumiko replied.

　　 "Hello?!" In the sight of Rena trying to kill, Watanabe defended, "You provoke the relationship between me and the idol, right?"

　　 Kumiko laughed happily.

　　 Everyone, do you know who the person with a bad personality is?

　　 "Kumiko, let's go." Rena grabbed Kumiko's hand, "The noon ensemble practice is about to begin."

　　 "Wait a minute, Rena, I..." Unable to escape, Kumiko had to shout to Watanabe Toru, "Hurry up!"

　　 Watanabe drank all the strawberry milk in one breath and threw it into a nearby trash can.

　　 He picked up Kiyano Rin's shoulder bag and stretched out his hand to her: "Let's go, Miss Kiyano who is weak and has common sense."

　　 Kiyano gave him a dissatisfied look: "I still have the strength to stand up!"

　　 "Can I take that bag by myself..."

　　 Watanabe didn't finish speaking, Kiyano Rin had stood up, her silky black hair swaying, and walked in the direction of Kumiko and the others.

　　 "What are you still doing? Hurry up."

　　 "Kingye-san, I'm a boy with a girl's bag, and it's still a place like a school, no matter how you say it, it's a bit..."

　　 The four of them arrived at the music classroom.

　　 "Everyone should know them, right?" Kumiko introduced Watanabe Toru to everyone. "This time it happened to be a school trip to Kyoto. I invited them to the club to communicate."

After 　　, she said to the two of them: "Can you introduce yourself?"

　　 Rin Kiyano nodded: "Hello everyone, I am Rin Kiyino. I work as a consultant and conductor in the Kamikawa High School's wind club. My instrument is the trumpet."

　　 Everyone applauded enthusiastically, and there was a lot of discussion.

　　 "Look closer, it's so beautiful!"

　　 "The figure is so good! The skirt is so long, you can see that the legs are very thin and long!"

　　 "It seems to know how she became a consultant!"

　　 The applause stopped, everyone was quiet, looking at Watanabe Toru.

　　 The CD of the national competition, they have listened to it countless times, watched it again and again, the sound of the oboe is still so incredible.

　　 asked the consultant teacher, and the oboe, Kaizuo Kuo, and got the answer, ‘that’s not the level where you can catch up with hard work’.

　　 "Hello everyone, my instrument is the oboe, and my favorite food is Uji's matcha, especially matcha ice and matcha..."

　　 "Watanabe Toru-san."

　　 "Hmm, Watanabe Toru, please advise." Watanabe Toru nodded and saluted around.

　　 "Can Watanabe-san play the oboe once live?"

　　 "Yes, yes, I am a big fan of you!"

　　The new second-year minister Yuko clapped his hands and said loudly, "Everyone, be quiet!"

　　 When everyone calmed down, she said to Rin Kiyano and Toru Watanabe: "Can Kiyono-san direct us to practice the noon ensemble? Please!"

　　 Kiyino Rin put his hand to his chin and thought for a while: "It's "Dance of the Three Suns and the Moon", right?"

　　 Minister Yuko nodded excitedly: "That's right! Our free song is this one!"

　　 "Skiyano-san's memory is so great, we are obviously only a bronze medal, but we actually remember the music we played." Kumiko said in surprise.

　　 "Don't say anything about the bronze award, Kumiko." Rena said with a sigh.

　　 "Huh?" Kumiko returned to his senses, glanced at the shameful expressions of the classmates around him, and quickly apologized.

　　 In front of the National Gold Award, saying that his club only won the Bronze Award, it does not seem appropriate.

　　 "To be honest," Kiyano Rin glanced at them, "I am surprised that you can enter the national competition at your level."

　　 "Huh huh!" Watanabe Toru made a loud voice and explained, "Our school can get the gold medal, it depends on the strictness of classmate Kiyono, everyone, please be prepared."

　　 "Yes!" Not only did they not mind, they also looked at Kiyano Rin curiously.

　　Probably, holding a mentality of stealing the teacher?

　　 Kiyino Rin glanced at Watanabe Toru, stepped up to the conductor position, and looked at the music score of "Three Days and Moon Dance".

　　 "Watanabe, are you coming too?" Kumiko expected.

　　 She also seemed to hear the incredible tone again.

　　 "I never refuse a friend's request. I didn't bring a musical instrument. Do you still have an oboe?"

"Uh......"

　　 How could it be possible to buy such an expensive musical instrument in a public school like Kita Uji that doesn't even have a school bus.

　　The only oboe~www.ltnovel.com~ was bought by Kaizukakuo.

　　 When Kumiko was a pity, Kaizuka Kuo’s flat voice came over: “If you don’t mind, please use mine.”

　　 "Huh? Gao-senpai, is this okay?" Kumiko said in surprise.

　　 "Yeah." Kaizukao nodded, "I want to be better, for Nozomi."

　　 "Oh, this way." Kumiko immediately understood.

　　 Toru Watanabe looked at the situation in front of him, always feeling very familiar.

　　 He leaned into Kumiko's ear and asked in a low voice, "This cool-named senior sister, like girls?"

　　 "What's wrong with liking girls?!" Rena squeezed between the two and stared at Toru Watanabe with a beautiful face up, "Do you have any comments?"

　　 "Not at all, I don't want to hide it, I like girls too."

　　 "If you have time to expose your O addiction there, it's better to read the score quickly," Kiyano Rin shot over his icy eyes, "What do you think, Toru Watanabe?"

　　 "You are all right."

　　 Toru Watanabe walked towards the Kaizuka in the crowd.

　　 Kaizukao stood up, handed him the oboe, and then sat aside by himself, staring motionlessly at his fingers and lips.

　　 Toru Watanabe looked at the reeds and said admiringly, "Kaizuka-senpai, although the distance from me is still far behind, you are also a great reed master!"

　　 "Yeah." Kai Zhong Kuo nodded slowly.

　　 "......"