I Loaded the Love Game

The weather was fairly clear, the blue sky occasionally blew a gust of wind, and the oversized banner prepared by the calligraphy department made a clattering sound.

In 　　 Gymnasium, the dance club in gym suits performs on stage, and the wind club prepares behind the scenes.

　　 There are more than one hundred members in the wind club. This time only 80 members were in the club. The director Hayami Kaoru was in charge.

　　 "Have you heard?"

　　 "What did you hear?"

　　 The girls holding various musical instruments communicate in a low voice.

　　 "It's about Tamamo as the next minister."

　　 "The trombone Yuzao is so beautiful?"

　　 "She is the only one in the music club with her surname, Tamamo!"

　　 "Why should she be the next minister?"

　　 "Are you talking about that rumor?"

　　 "Rumor? Just not sure yet?"

　　 "I heard from the third grade elder sister that she was still thinking about seeing her early."

　　 "Why is it her?"

　　 "It is said that Hayami-senpai went to the Human Observation Department and started thinking about Tamamo when she came back."

　　 "Human Observation Department? Is it the opinion of Kiyono-san?"

　　 "No." The girl holding the flute lowered her voice, "It's Watanabe-kun."

　　 "A lie?!"

　　 "Yes! Isn't the relationship between the two of them bad? Tamamo, but she often speaks ill of Watanabe-kun!"

　　 "By the way, is it too early to start thinking about the next minister? There is obviously a national competition."

　　 "The third grade of other clubs will leave the ministry after the cultural festival. It may be because of this, so our minister will consider these things in advance at this time."

　　The best way to keep the secret is not to tell anyone, the news soon spread to the trombone where Tamamo is so beautiful.

　　 The girl in the music club who was so beautifully approached with Tamamo, secretly asked her if it was true or false.

　　 Tamamo Komi has no clue about this, Watanabe Toru did not tell him, Hayami Kaoru did not talk to her.

　　 "Welcome everyone to enjoy the performance of the wind club. Last month, we got the qualification to enter the national competition; next month, we will try to bring back good news from Nagoya."

　　 After the performance, Tamamo Haomi found a reason to separate from her friends and came to Class 4 of the second year alone.

　　 I only wanted to chat with Watanabe, but couldn't get in at all.

　　 There is a long line in front of the classroom of Class 4, and in the classroom, in order to provide a good dining environment for the guests, the number of people in and out is limited, and curtains are used to cover the glass to block the outside view.

　　 fell into the hesitation of waiting and not waiting.

"What a nice view?"

　　 Yuzao looks so beautiful. He is a boy in the class.

　　 "You come to eat too? I give you the place?"

"No need to."

　　 After rejecting the boy, Tamamo beautifully walked to the back of the team.

　　‘Let’s eat lunch. She put on her headphones and listened to the music played by the strong school to pass the time.

　　 It was her turn finally, and as soon as she walked in, she heard a familiar voice.

　　 "The hospitality is bad!"

　　 She curled her lips and walked to the podium.

　　 "Welcome... Huh? It's beautiful!" Aoi Kwai greeted happily.

　　 "Aoi," Yu Zao Mei took off a headset, "Are you a cashier?"

　　 Kakui struggled to lift up an iron box originally used for biscuits: "Did you see it? It's all money!"

　　 "There are so many guests."

　　 "Thanks to Watanabe-kun, would you like to have fried rice? As a friend, I can give you half price~"

　　 "No need! Fried noodles!"

　　 Sitting in the freshly cleaned position, Tamamo looked beautifully at Watanabe Toru in the cooking area, and found that he seemed to be lined up for nothing.

　　 So many people, how can you tell him something?

　　 "Guest, your fried noodles and barley tea."

　　 "Thank you." Yuzao looked so beautifully at the male classmate who was wearing a maid costume and behaved elegantly, showing no disgust on his face.

　　 "It's noon, it's a shift!"

　　 "Thank you!"

　　 A group of new students entered the cooking area to replace Toru Watanabe who had been busy all morning.

　　 "No, I haven't eaten Watanabe-kun's fried rice yet!"

　　 "It's my turn!"

　　 "Sorry, please come back tomorrow afternoon!"

　　 Watching Watanabe Tetsuo untie his apron and prepare to leave the classroom with Aoi Kwai, Tamamo is so beautiful that the fried noodles are not delicious anymore, so he hurriedly followed.

After 　　 left the classroom, he stopped two people in the corridor.

　　 "So beautiful?" Kazuki looked at her suspiciously at her who should be dining.

　　 "Aoi, can you let me chat with Watanabe alone for a while?" Tamamo beautiful asked.

　　 "It's okay." After finishing speaking, Ichiki Aoi turned his head and said to Watanabe, "Watanabe-kun, I'll go first."

　　 Watching Koku Aoi away, Watanabe asked Tamamo so beautiful: "What can I do with me? If you borrow money, you must write an IOU."

　　 "Who wants to borrow money!" Yuzao subconsciously retorted, so beautiful, she looked around, "Come with me."

　　 In order to avoid the crowds everywhere, Watanabe Toru followed Tamamo so beautiful to the stair platform leading to the rooftop on the fifth floor.

　　 The roof door is locked with a rusty iron lock.

　　 is different from the scenes that often appear in the animation for lunch on the rooftop. In reality, the rooftop is not a comfortable place.

　　 The summer is hot and the winter is cold, and key schools will not be open to students.

　　 Except for students who want to secretly do bad things in school, no one will go to that kind of place, and they will put their hands behind their heads and sleep on the dirty ground.

　　 "What is your idea? Why do you recommend me to be the minister?" Yuzao said in an interrogative tone.

　　 "Because you have talent."

　　 "Do you mean that you can work hard to join Group A, or do you have the lowest grades and have to participate in summer tuition?" Tamamo's beautiful face was immediately pasted, and his finger was poked at Watanabe Toru's chest.

　　 Watanabe leaned back slightly, avoiding physical contact.

　　 "There are people underneath. I'm going to call someone when I get messed up," he said.

　　 Yuzao is so beautiful, not panicking at all, unbuttoning the button on his chest, and threatening in turn:

　　 "If you don't explain it clearly to me, I will yell pervert."

　　 Watanabe's gaze turned to the bottom of the stairs, where a hundred people set a challenge.

　　 "I saw you practicing alone in the corner of the school a few days ago. When I saw my senior sister to ask, I recommended you."

　　 "Did you peek at my chest at that time?!"

　　 "Steal... forget it." Watanabe didn't bother to ask how many misunderstandings there were in the middle, "I just recommended you to be the minister, so what do you care about?"

　　 "You want to make a fool of me!" Yuzao was so beautiful and affirmed.

　　 "Idiot." Watanabe cursed unceremoniously.

"what did you say?!"

　　 "I said it because you have talent."

　　 "Wh, what's the talent?" Tamamo is so beautiful, although he still looks like a mess, but after all, he is a human being. Deep down in my heart, I quietly look forward to Watanabe Toru's answer.

　　 "Work hard."

　　 "Efforts count as talent?!"

　　 "Of course it counts." Watanabe explained, "In fact, there are many things in this world that you can do with hard work. You can get a stable, high-paying job by taking a good school exam."

　　 "How easy is it."

　　 "Yes, it's not easy. People who can do these things are envied by most people. Why?"

　　 "Because it's not easy." Tamamo is so beautiful and glanced at Watanabe Toru with a look of "this is still a question", only to find that he hasn't looked at himself.

　　 She looked down at her chest, it was white and round, and it made people swallow.

　　 "False and serious." Muttered in a low voice, she buttoned the buttons.

　　 Watanabe Tetsuo ignored her muttering or her movements and said:

"For the vast majority of people, these things can be done only with hard work, but not everyone can do the simplest effort. It is a talent that can be obtained at any time, but it can be obtained. It has very, very few people, and you are one of them."

　　 "...There are many people who work hard in the music club, why is it me?" Tamamo played with her hair so beautifully, with a hint of joy in her heart.

　　 "Because I want to see what you will become."

　　 "What do you mean? I really want to see my joke?!"

　　 "If you can, I hope that you can rely on your hard work and this talent to become popular, not just by appearance."

　　 Toru Watanabe retracted his gaze from One Hundred People, and looked straight at Tamamo so beautiful: "Have you not been doing this all the time?"

　　 "I want you to take care of it!" Yuzao's beautiful tone suddenly changed back to fierceness, but even the typhoon that hadn't come yet could hear her bluffing.

　　 was silent for a while, just as Toru Watanabe was about to end the conversation, she asked fiercely:

　　 "As a minister, what should I do?"

　　 "Your words—" Watanabe didn't care about her tone, "First of all, remember the names of more than one hundred people in the wind club."

"I......"

　　 This is completely different from the Minister Yuzao Haomei imagined, but when she was about to refute, she realized that she did not know so many people.

　　Don't talk about the more than one hundred people in the wind club, for a class of forty people, the names of individual boys and girls, she doesn't know the full names now.

　　 It has nothing to do with memory. The key is to care about it or not.

　　I couldn't refute, so I changed the direction. Tamamo is so beautiful and mocked: "Obviously as old as I am, so he speaks a lot of truth in his own right."

　　 "The truth is not a summary of some life. Also, older and younger, these are not important at all, what is important is what you have experienced."

　　 "...huh!" Yuzao twisted his mouth beautifully, then stretched out his hand, and said reluctantly, "Reconciliation."

　　 Those hands with fair skin and watery skin, in order to avoid school rules as much as possible, painted light-colored nail polish.

　　 "I already have a girlfriend, just shake hands."

　　 "啧—" Yuzao was so beautiful and immediately withdrew her hand, "Don't say that you are a dedicated man, it is disgusting! Also, yes, you are not reconciled with Haomi, don't blame Haomi for continuing to speak ill of you!"

　　 "As long as it's not that I'm indecent to you. I'm going to rehearse the drama, and you can do your best, goodbye." Watanabe waved his hand thoroughly and turned away from the landing.

　　 After watching Watanabe Toru disappear, Tamamo Komei took out the small mirror from the pocket of the pleated skirt, adjusted her bangs and makeup, and made sure she appeared in front of her classmates in the most beautiful posture.

　　‘Because you have talent. ’

　　 She and herself in the mirror looked at each other, bright and lively eyes, delicate face, so beautiful.

　　 "...Minister."

　　 The shoulders suddenly heaved, and he exhaled deeply. Coming with the pressure, there was also the expectation for the future.

　　 The blood began to rush, and there was an urge to do something right away.

'it is good! Remember the names of more than one hundred people in the wind club! ’

　　 Yuzao closed the mirror beautifully, stepped forward, and went down the stairs briskly.

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　　 "What did you say?" Watanabe Toru entered the club classroom, asked Miki Kujo, who was looking at the script casually with her hands on her face.

　　 Ichimu Kwai, who arrived early, has already explained his reason for being late.

　　 "Tell her that hard work is also a talent. You must have confidence in yourself."

　　 Kujo Miki raised her eyes and looked at him: "You are very gentle."

　　 "I didn't mean anything to her, and I didn't have any intentions." Watanabe Toru walked over and sat down.

　　 "Has the next minister been determined?" Kazuki asked questioningly, "Isn't Hayami-senpai still thinking about it?"

　　...It's difficult.

　　 Watanabe Toru suddenly realized that he seemed to be full just now, so that it would be impossible to prevent Tamamo Komei from becoming the minister.

　　If you think about it carefully, it would be nice to let her be the minister.

　　Looking at what she looked like just now, she will probably develop in a positive direction in the future, at least it looks like this for now-this is enough.

　　 "Let's practice." Kiyano Rin is not interested in these things.

　　 For the performance of the next day, the six people were rehearsing seriously all afternoon. Fortunately, the cultural festival lasts for three days. After the performance tomorrow, there is still time to turn around.

　　 Watanabe Toru has decided to go to the shogi club and win the title of "Kamikawa Ryūkyō", which he did not win last year.

　　 This has nothing to do with losing 200 yen last year.

　　 "The wind seems to be strong outside." In the nearby evening, a wooden sunflower was lying by the window and looking at the sky.

　　 At dusk yesterday, the sky in Tokyo was a rare purple-red, but today it is as usual, but the wind is very strong.

　　 "The school has sent a message," Koizumi Aina holding a mobile phone in his hand, "informed the teacher to organize the students to end the cultural festival and leave school early."

　　 "That's it for today." Kiyano Rin put down the desk and rubbed his eyebrows slightly tiredly.

　　 The small white face is slightly delicate and delicate, so beautiful that people can't help thinking: How can anyone look so good-looking.

　　 "Everyone, be careful on the way. Watanabe and Mai, you go to the office and wait for me, and I will take you back." After Koizumi Aona's instructions, he left the club and went to notify the other students.

　　 The remaining five people packed up and left the club.

　　 Kazuki went to find a friend who usually went home with him. Rin Kiyono was going to change the club key and went to the office with Mai Mai.

　　 Toru Watanabe sends Miki Kujo to the school gate.

　　 The first floor was crowded with people. Many students who got news in advance and changed their shoes to leave were crowded there.

　　 The wind was strong outside, and when Watanabe Toru and the others came downstairs, the sky became gloomy for some time, and the sky was dark.

　　 Several boys rushed out in one breath, their clothes were immediately attached to them, and their ties flew up.

　　 "No...cough cough cough!" I couldn't even speak in the wind.

　　 They backed back again.

　　 "What should I do? If I don't leave now, I won't be able to leave later!"

　　 "I don't know how long the typhoon will last. It's not a big deal to end before ten o'clock. Don't worry."

　　 Watanabe Toru and Kujo Miki stand behind the crowd.

　　 "Can a car come in?" Watanabe Toru asked.

　　 Miki Kujo took out her mobile phone, her hands were slender and well-proportioned, and the proportions were very beautiful, but after all, it was a girl's hand. The overall size was small, and it seemed that the phone was bigger than it was originally small.

　　 She was just about to make a call, and there was an announcement from the broadcaster.

　　 There is no opening, the broadcaster said directly:

　　 "Students who have not left school so far are prohibited from leaving school! Please go to the gymnasium in an orderly manner!"

　　 broadcast it three times in a row, and the sound of the broadcast just disappeared. The physical education teacher and several other teachers came over and closed the glass door.

　　 The whirring wind became distant in an instant.

　　 "Go to the gym immediately and take the passage on the second floor! It is forbidden to open windows and go out!" the teachers said loudly.

　　 The students changed back to their indoor shoes in an orderly manner. They were not afraid, but they started talking excitedly and walked towards the gymnasium.

　　 "Go back or stay?" Watanabe asked Miki Kujo.

　　 The wind is very strong now, but there is nothing I can do with the car modified by Miki Kujo.

　　 "Forget it." Kujo Miki said lazily, "The civilians stay for refuge, and I also leave to pretend. In front of the public, equality is still necessary, not to mention a typhoon that is not a big deal.

　　 "Stay by my side is the best choice." Watanabe Toru said.

　　 "Death and death together? Don't let me live alone." Kujo Miki turned her head and asked him.

　　 "This is also good."

　　 The two walked toward the gymnasium, and Miki Kujo used her cell phone to inform the driver to go back.

　　 In the corridor, the Student Union, the Discipline Committee, and the Cultural Festival Executive Committee are maintaining order.

　　 Before reaching the gymnasium, the strong wind brought heavy raindrops down.

　　 Across the corridor windows, there was a huge sound of rain and wind, and there was a sense of trance trying to drag the school building away.

　　 The students in the hallway are more excited.

　　 The sound of laughter, the sound of running around in the hallway, the sound of loud shouting, rain hit the glass windows of the classroom, and it rushed down like a waterfall.

　　 These noisy sounds, like the roar of the sea in the dimly closed campus, one after another.

　　 Looking into the distance, the oak tree is swaying in the wind and rain, and the leaves are like chaotic grass, all falling in one direction.

Most of the cultural festival propaganda banners hanging on it are gone, only a few are floating like ghosts because they happened to be stuck in the branches.

　　 Such a scene soon disappeared.

　　 The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and you can only see rain and fog when you look out the window. The scenery outside is almost indistinguishable, hidden in the rain.

　　 Everything in the world seems to hold your breath in this squally rain.

　　 There is only the creak of the windows and the scream of the wind whizzing through the corridor on the first floor.

　　 "This is the first time I have seen such a big typhoon. I hope there will be no power outages." Watanabe said.

　　 "What about you?" Miki Kujo glanced at him.

　　 "Want to make such a big typhoon suddenly disappear?"

　　 The two went into the gym while chatting.

　　 The corridor on the second floor leads to the second floor of the gymnasium, where there are indoor ping-pong tables and other equipment.

　　 then went downstairs again and came to the already crowded basketball court.

　　 "First grade class one! Here!"

　　 "Class 3 classmates of three years, come here to gather!"

　　 "Keep quiet, everyone, now we will roll the call, and we will answer when we call out the name!"

　　 The teachers try their best to preside over the order.

　　 The two came to Class 4 of the second year, Koizumi Aona and Kiyano Rin have arrived, and Mai Mai is also here.

　　 "Are you okay?" Koizumi Aina asked the two.

　　 "It's okay, how about you, teacher?" Watanabe Toru asked.

　　 "I'm fine, too."

　　 "Hello! Please keep quiet!" The principal took the microphone and appeared on the stage.

　　 "The school has received news that the Sobu Line and Odakyu Line have been suspended due to the high winds."

　　 "The transmission lines of the Chuo Line and Yamanote Line were cut off due to a typhoon, so the trains were not able to move. In addition, the Keio Line and Toyoko Line also stopped."

　　 There was a lot of discussion below.

　　 "So tonight, everyone must stay in school for asylum. The news has been notified to parents, and everyone can contact their parents."

　　On hearing this news, only a few people were scared, and more students were excited.

　　 "The school has specially prepared materials for evacuation, which will be sent out later."

　　The student union, the cultural festival executive committee, and the monitors of each class brought a lot of things.

　　There is water, biscuits, and beds.

　　Because of the large number of people, unless two people sleep for one, otherwise there is no quilt.

　　 The supplies were divided, and everyone squeezed to sit on the beds.

　　 Koizumi Aona and Akiko, Kiyono Rin and Asuna Mai sit one, Watanabe Toru and Kujo Miki.

　　The president of the student council, who also serves as the executive chairman of the cultural festival, appeared on the stage with a microphone.

　　 "Everyone, since you stay in school, the cultural festival will not end!"

"Next, until ten o’clock in the evening, we will arrange the chorus, shogi, wind, stick, kendo, social dance, street dance, debate, light music, magic, and rakugo to come on stage for Everyone perform."

"Great!"

　　 "This is the same as watching a show, there is no feeling of refuge at all!"

　　 "Why is there no film research department? We want to show our own movies!"

　　 "In addition!" The student council has not finished the long talk. "Other clubs or classes, if you want to perform on stage, please use your mobile phone to contact the executive members of each class. After permission, you will be notified of the time to perform on stage."

"I want to sign up!"

　　 "I remember you belonged to the'Supernatural Phenomenon Research Society', right? What do you want to perform? And it's not even a society."

　　 "Sign up for the Debate Department!"

　　 "Guzheng Department Registration!"

　　 "Minister-forget it! With so many people, I even forgot how to pluck the strings!"

　　 The Human Observation Department is also discussing.

　　 "Should we sign up?" Aoi asked.

　　 "There are no tickets, and all your money is gone." Watanabe reminded.

　　 "That's right!" Kazuki reacted, "No way, no way!"

　　 Kiyino Rin glanced at Watanabe and said to Aoi Kazuki:

　　 "It is still uncertain whether the cultural festival can be held tomorrow. In order not to waste so many days of hard work, it is safest to choose the current performance."

　　 Aoi Kwai thought for a while, and nodded hard: "Well, anyway, I have eaten a lot of things."

　　 "Watanabe-san, contact Shaya Mikami." Rin Kiyano said.

　　 "Why do I have her contact information?"

　　 "I'm coming!" Ichimu Aoi took out his cell phone and buried his message.

　　 After a while, she raised her head: "Well, I almost missed it. The queue is almost full. We are the last one."

　　 Waiting for a while, in the squally rain, the announcement came.

　　 "Chorus performance!"

　　 The curtain on the stage slowly opened, and the chorus lined up neatly on it.

　　 As soon as the singing sounded, many people followed the beat.

　　 When it was sung, everyone couldn't help but sing along.

　　 "The awakened longing continues again..."

　　The strength of a thousand people, even the strong wind and showers were overshadowed for a while. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 "Thank you for the chorus of the chorus club. Below is the shogi club. Everyone can take the stage to challenge. The challenge fee is 200 yen. The winner can take all the bonus! By the way, one move in three seconds!

　　 "Why can the shogi club still collect money?!" Yimu Kui said unwillingly.

　　 "Go try it?"

　　 "How do you perform the shogi club? Everyone can't see it."

　　 When everyone was wondering, the lights in the gym were dimmed and a projection appeared on the stage.

　　 The head of the shogi division, kneeling and sitting behind a chessboard, waited for someone to challenge him.

　　 She looked very gentle, and a wooden sign was erected next to her, which said.

　　 "It looks interesting."

　　 "Is anyone going up? This is a good opportunity to show up in front of the school!"

　　 "How many girls know shogi? Do you think it is baseball?"

　　 "Just win, don't worry about the rules!"

　　 "Win? Minister Shogi is said to be a professional chess player and is called!"

　　 "What's that nickname?"

　　 "That was when she won the elementary school celebrity battle. Others won the nickname. At the time, she had a long pony tail, which was later cut."

　　 On the other side, Watanabe squeezed a fist.

　　 "Are you going to play?" Kujo Miki asked.

　　 "Kamikawa's strongest name must be me!"

　　 Rin Kiyano, who was next to Toru Watanabe, moved his leg slightly to make room for him.

　　 "Wait, the bonus is not yet...the momentum hasn't brewed yet. I want a powerful force to avenge me last year."

　　 Kiyino Rin gave him a white look.