I Loaded The Dating Sim

"...Stop."

Kiyano Rin held his hands in the air, and the grand ensemble of the music classroom was silent for a moment.

She flipped through the sheet music expressionlessly.

"The euphonium, the sub-melody that begins in the forty-one bar, will be played solo by tomorrow’s classmates."

"Also, the clarinet, I’ve already said, it’s more brisk here. Can you do it this time?"

"Northern Plains, did you really practice yesterday? Please practice until the meeting."

"..."

"Ten minutes off and practice each part separately."

Kiyano Rin announced his disbandment, picked up the paper on the desk, and turned around to prepare to return to the activity classroom of the Human Observation Department.

"Kiyano classmate." Hayami Xun called her.

"What's the matter, see you classmate early?" Kiyano Rin stopped and stood there waiting for him to come over.

"Watanabe-san did not come to the club today. Do you know what happened?"

"He took leave for the monthly test in July."

"Kiyano classmate, did you agree?" Hayami Kaoru asked in surprise, and then muttered to himself: "Yes, Watanabe classmate is a novice, so you don't need to play."

In the short test, the school has no regulations to stop club activities one week in advance.

But even if there are regulations that must be stopped, clubs like the wind club that are about to participate in competitions in the summer will secretly practice on their own, and take the initiative to ask for leave is basically impossible.

Watanabe Toru is an exception. He is a novice to oboe, and oboe is notoriously difficult in orchestral music. Before the Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament, it is impossible to produce a complete score.

"Anything else?" Kiyano Rin reminded Hayami Kaun who was distracted.

At this time, the music classroom has already blatantly resounded.

"It's too arrogant. I really think of myself as a consultant."

"The consultant Teacher didn't criticize us like that."

"He played very well. Okay, but there is no praise."

"I don't want to be praised by the first year! It's disgusting!"

The whispers one after another all point to a calm face Kiyano Rin.

Hao Jianxun showed a very apologetic expression and called Kiyano Rin for herself to let her hear the criticism from the staff.

"Sorry, classmate Kiyano..."

Kiyano Rin shook his head nonchalantly: "It's okay. I'll go now. Please practice. See you classmate early."

When closing the sliding door, she glanced at Ichiki Aoi, who was being comforted by the bass, where Mai Asuka continued to practice expressionlessly.

Time is full of suffering until the last day of June.

Lunch break, Class 4 classroom.

"Watanabe, how did you test this time?"

"I feel like there is nowhere to score points."

"..... .What an arrogant word!"

The trio sat in the corner of the classroom, putting the table together for lunch.

"Three consecutive days off tomorrow, where are you going to play?" Saito Keisuke said.

"No way, no way!" Kunai Shu kept pulling up the collar of the school uniform to let the wind in, while eating food, "The baseball club is going to train."

"That's it. That's no way. Watanabe, you?" Saito Keisuke looked towards Watanabe Toru who had a good lunch, "I heard that Kiyano Rin is busy giving special training to the bass club, should you be okay?"

Kunai Shu stopped pulling down his neckline: "Kiyano Rin seems to be hated by senior girls recently. Do you know what's going on?"

"Who knows." Watanabe Toru lazily said perfunctorily.

Folding the plastic bag of bread, he reached out and picked up the large and generous bottle of barley tea by the table, twisted the cap, and poured gu lu gu lu into his throat.

The clear throat knot on the white neck, the liquid in the PET bottle, the two shone brightly in the sunlight outside the window.

"Have you quarreled?"

"Except Miki, I have no plans to fight with anyone." Watanabe Toru put down the bottle, took out his phone, and played games to pass the time.

"Hey--" The two had a chill.

"Such sweet words, I actually said to our two singles, you are too vicious!"

Two classes in the afternoon are over, and the school is organized for three consecutive holidays. A big cleaning.

Because of Kiyano Rin’s compulsory requirements, the members of the wind club entrusted the cleaning tasks to other classmates to practice every minute and every second.

The cleaning is not over yet, I have already played twice.

"...Stop."

Kiyano Rin glanced over everyone's face.

"If this level is maintained," she said, "the Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament Gold Award will not be won, let alone the Kanto Tournament behind, the whole country......"

"Do you want to fight?"

The sound of overbearing caused the music classroom to drop three degrees instantly, and everyone subconsciously held their breath.

The third grade of the flute and piccolo part kicked the music stand.

"Ishitani-san, did I make a mistake?" Kiyano Rin face doesn't change, and the tone is exactly the same as usual.

"Are you too arrogant, first grade."

"In the game, no one cares whether you are in first grade or third grade. The judges only look at whether the foundation is solid. Does the performance have emotions, melody..."

"Shut up!"

The scene stagnated, and the timid girl covered her mouth and nose with her hands, watching in fear they.

Mai Tomorrow boredly looked at the first-grade floor outside the window, looking for someone's silhouette, and her fingers fluctuated on the buttons according to the music score.

On the side, Hanada Asako holding the double bass, looked back and forth at the faces of Kiyano Rin and Ishitani.

She was worried and wanted to go up to persuade her, but she stopped because of the shyness of the crowd.

At the position of the trombone part, Tamamo Somei withdrew his gaze and stared at the more and more notes.

In the first grade, she showed off one's military strength at the head of the third grade, and she also uttered a reprimand. It was silly... She turned the music to the place where she felt not smooth when she played the ensemble just now.

Kiyano Rin didn’t have a trace of fear: "The strength is not good, and he refuses to accept other people’s instructions. He will only vent his anger incompetently, depending on his age..."

Classroom The door was opened with a "ka-cha", interrupting her.

"I'm exhausted, um—" A beautiful boy with an oboe under his arm, rubbed his shoulder and walked in.

"What's wrong?" He asked with a lively smile.

The arrival of Watanabe Toru loosens the almost frozen atmosphere in the classroom.

Many girls looked at his face obsessively, whispering things like'not good, so handsome'.

Asako Hanada sighed in relief, if Watanabe-kun is there, it must be all right.

Tamamo Somei's long eyelashes trembled, and he looked up at the smiling teenager in front of him.

Mai Tomorrow's fingers lightened a bit on the keys of the Euphonium.

"It has nothing to do with you." Haseharu's tone slowed down slightly.

She wants to be angry with Watanabe Toru, who has a good relationship with Kiyano Rin, but because of the instinct of a woman-or human -, seeing people who look outstanding, she still subconsciously maintains a basic reserve.

"Senior Sister, don't say that, I'm also a member of the flute club." Watanabe Toru's smile brightened again, and Hase's spring breath disappeared.

He went on to say: "If I knew that the level of Group A could be eliminated, I wouldn’t have to be so tired."

The suffocating silence dominated the whole space.

Most people, including Haru Hase, looked at Watanabe Toru in amazement.

Watanabe Toru's expression remains unchanged, with a smile full of magical colors.

He rubbed his shoulders, took out the oboe from his armpit, and said to Kiyano Rin on the podium: "Counselor Kiyano, I'm going to have a second interview. I also have the level of Group A. "

Kiyano Rin looked at Watanabe Toru with a clean face. Before he could speak, Haseharu's sharp voice came.

"This level? You are a pretty boy......"

"Pretty boy?"

"Your instrument is Kujo for you Did you buy it? A country..."

"Well, I admit that I am very beautiful."

"You......"

"What?" Watanabe Toru interrupted her again, spreading his hands with a smile, "Hase Senior Sister is going to fight with me? Okay, it seems that you are Senior Sister, born two years earlier than me In fact, as a junior, let you have your hands."

His words are mild, his smile is charming, and the simple gesture of spreading his hands vaguely reveals the demeanor of a beautiful boy, but the atmosphere on the scene suddenly frightened.

"I will teach you today!" In front of so many people, Watanabe Toru's arrogant and contemptuous attitude made Hase Haru lose his mind.

Her eyes burned with shame, she hurriedly walked over, waved and hit Watanabe Toru in the face.

"Hase Senior Sister!"

"Watanabe!"

"Wait!"

"Um——"

Along with Hase Haru’s painful groan, the sound of the table and chair being hit, after a riot, the scene completely died.

"I wasted a little time." Watanabe Toru retracted his easily tripped foot and said to the shocked Kiyano Rin: "Consultant, let's start the interview. Please listen to my performance."

Without waiting for Kiyano Rin's consent, Watanabe Toru played the oboe regardless of how it would end.

Obviously, I have practiced and listened to a familiar melody countless times a long time ago, but because the timbre is so beautiful, the noisy audience just now had to hold their breath.

The melody is like the singing of a gospel singer, with the gentle and detailed oboe sound, everyone feels tight.

The sound of the reverberation around the beam extends infinitely, very clear and transparent, just like a sigh of God.

Lying on the ground, Haseharu swallowed freely, his heart trembling and goose bumps pricked up.

In an instant, the summer air in the classroom was full of melodious and sweet sounds.

When the concert hall was so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard, everyone reacted and didn't know when the performance was over.

No one moves, no one speaks.

"Qualified?" Watanabe Toru asked.

"...passed." Kiyano Rin responded in a low voice as if he hadn't come back to his senses from the performance just now.

Watanabe Toru turned his gaze to Haru Hase, and looked towards everyone.

"Blowing so badly, the performance itself is also full of weak spots. At this level, you start to make things difficult for the consultant?"

Watanabe Toru reached into his bangs and patted his forehead , Exaggeratedly sighed.

"Forget it, it's useless for you people to work hard anyway. It is good to recognize the gap between people early."

"Watanabe-san?!" Jian Xun stood up.

"Isn't it?" Watanabe Toru spread his arms, "I only practice half a month, everyone."

His language is light and proud.

"You can reach the level of national tourism, how about you? No matter how you practice, at most you can only get a bronze award in Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament, ah, sorry, it is possible that the judges see Kamikawa High School itself more famous. Give me a silver reward that is not too shameless."

"Does the truth hurt you? But you know best, whether what I said is true..."

"Watanabe, shut up." It was Kiyano Rin who interrupted Watanabe Toru.

Everyone looked at her in surprise, Watanabe Toru too.

Could it be that Kiyano Rin has seen through his thoughts and intends to prevent him from continuing?

This is not enough.

Kiyano Rin said with a cold face: "I am their advisor. I can talk about them, but no one else is allowed to teach."

"Kiyano classmate... ..." Their voices were apologetic and moved.

"Also," Kiyano Rin's eyes have always been cold, and flames are burning at this time. "I think the members here, as long as they work hard, they can score into the national tournament and even win gold. Reward."

An inhalation sound came from the music classroom.

This is the first time Kiyano Rin praised them.

Obviously Watanabe Toru is helping her to speak...

Everyone is deep in one's heart, and there is an inexplicable warmth.

Asako Hanada doesn't know if she is happy or shy, but her throat is itchy, so she must say something.

"Kiyano classmate, competition," she squeezed her little hands, took a deep breath, "I'll work hard!"

"Me too... "

"Me too!"

Watanabe Toru glanced at everyone with a look of "Everyone, get rid of a little self-knowledge", and said perfunctorily to Kiyano Rin: "You are the Eldest of the Kiyano family Young Lady, what do you say is what you say."

"This guy!"

"The character is too bad!"

Familiar and sincere whispers came , But the target was changed to Watanabe Toru.

"Watanabe-san, the interview is over. Please sit down in the position of the wooden pipe. Also, I don't want to see any conflicts between members and members." Kiyano Rin warned.

"Yes, yes."

"Well, it doesn't matter whether it is contradictory or hates anyone. Don't waste time, continue the ensemble."

Kiyano Rin glanced at Haseharu who was lifted up by the crowd.

"One, two, one, two, three, four"

"...Stop."

"Hey." Before Kiyano Rin speaks , Watanabe Toru put his hand on the back of the steel pipe chair and turned around, "Um, saxophone, the middle one, yes, the one with the thick legs, it's just you, right?"

"You !"

"Watanabe Toru!" Kiyano Rin shouted helplessly.

"What?" Watanabe Toru turned around, "Isn't it, Eldest Young Lady, pointing out mistakes to each other is also considered as a contradiction between members?"

Kiyano Rin seemed restrained Angrily took a deep breath and said weakly: "No, but..."

"Kiyano," the Northern Plains student with thick legs stood up, "I will blow well Yes!"

Watanabe Toru leaned back weakly on the steel tube chair: "The goal is not to go out of tune. Forget it, that's it for you. It is too much to ask you at my own level. "

Northern Plains' tears were dim, and he shouted at him: "I will blow it!"

"Okay." Watanabe Toru sat upright, "I believe you." "

Northern Plains froze.

Could it be that Watanabe-san just wanted to encourage himself?

The second ensemble.

"Who, Northern Plains classmate with thick legs, can you do it? And the outer one of percussion. Your arms are so thick, but you don’t have any strength when you knock it. It won’t be all fat Meat?"

The third ensemble.

"Ah-I can't stand it anymore, girl with thick legs, you, and you, to be honest, there are not a few of you, the remaining people may be able to rely on their own ability, plus my performance, I got the silver prize, no, the golden prize—I am after all."

"Watanabe Toru." Kiyano Rin glared over.

"Sorry, Eldest Young Lady. I accidentally attacked because I was so angry."

The fourth ensemble.

"Legs....."

"Watanabe Toru, you are enough!" A Senior Sister who was watching Northern Plains cried and stood up embracing the unevenness and reprimanded loudly.

"en? I was wrong? Her legs are not thick? Still not out of tune?"

"How can you say girl like that!"

"You You can also say the same to me. If I say which part of my performance is not good or how ugly, as long as it is true, I will never refute it. This, uh, single eyelid Senior Sister, please."

"You, You..."

"Look, I have nothing to say. Tell you my motto: The only way to shut me up is to be better than me in all aspects."

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Is this the motto? It's like a provocative sentence.

Northern Plains grabbed the Senior Sister who was still planning to theorize: "I will work hard!"

Senior Sister sat down unwillingly, and the others shrank their bodies.

Although I can't wait to beat Watanabe Toru, I am afraid that he will open his mouth to say that the classmate with buck teeth, the classmate with yellow teeth, the classmate with short legs, the classmate without the bridge of nose...

too terrifying.

......

'I definitely want to get the gold reward for this guy to see! '

With this idea, the day's training of the wind club is over.

In the activity classroom of the Human Observation Department, Watanabe Toru disassembled the oboe and put it in the instrument case, ready to leave.

"Will you give me away today?"

"en?" Watanabe Toru looked at Kiyano Rin in surprise.

Kiyano Rin looked at the night outside the window: "It's almost twelve o'clock."

"I don't care."

Lock the door and let them go. On the street with only street lights.

The night breeze is breezy, and occasionally a car with the lights on and off from the opposite side is shining so bright that people can’t open their eyes.

"Thank you today." Kiyano Rin's words came along with the sound of wheels crushing the road.

"You have seen through my plan?!"

"Don't you think how secretive it is? Think I will misunderstand you?"

" Uh." Watanabe Toru was embarrassed for a second, "Then you..."

"I didn't stop you, but deliberately opposed you?" Kiyano Rin closed the wind-blown hair. Behind the ear, smile and continue talking.

"...Um."

"Watanabe-san would rather be hated and come to help me, how can I betray you?" Kiyano Rin's mouth appeared. A nice smile.

"This is how'betrayal' is used!"

Kiyano Rin looked at the red light of the traffic light and stopped: "Watanabe-san, you are not afraid of being hated Is it?"

"This is a good thing for me." Watanabe Toru said indifferently, "It's annoying to make Miki feel relieved. However, the personal attack on the girl makes me feel a little sad, hate I’ll leave it alone, I hope they don’t have any shadows in their hearts."

"Thick legs and single eyelids...it’s difficult."

"Anyway, I said that for you. Yes, if they really have a psychological shadow, it is also your fault. You should carry this guilt on your back."

Kiyano Rin sighed: "Sometimes it is really hard to tell whether you are gentle or Not gentle."

"Of course it is gentle. What I say is that you are afraid that you will fall in love with me because I do this."

"Relax, my love is not so It's cheap. But," Kiyano Rin turned his head and looked towards Watanabe Toru with a smile, "You have won my friendship. Starting today, you will be my first friend."

Car, take a picture of her small face clearly, with a faint blush on it.

"Can I refuse?"

"No."

The red light turned green, and Kiyano Rin walked up the zebra crossing with a smile on his face.

"By the way, how did you raise the oboe to this level in such a short time?"

"Who do you think I am?"

"Watanabe Toru."

"No." Watanabe Toru spread his hands against the night breeze, "I am a god."

"Ai, you still have a second illness Will the chance be cured?"

"Ah, Kiyano Rin should be worrying about me, right?"

The crappy imitation made Kiyano Rin unceremoniously reach out to him Waist.

"His--it hurts, classmate Kiyano."

"A lie. I didn't use any effort."

"It hurts."

Kiyano Rin pulled away two positions with a cold face.

"One more thing, I hope you won't target Northern Plains classmates next time you play."

"Why? Isn't she out of tune?"

"When I played for the second time, she didn't go out of tune."

"Huh?" Watanabe Toru stopped, "lie to me?"

"What do you mean?"

Watanabe Toru feels his face is getting hot: "Then I am embarrassed tonight?"

Kiyano Rin laughed: "Your performance scared them. They subconsciously think that you can hear the nuances that their ears can’t hear, plus the most authoritative I didn’t reveal you, they won’t doubt it."

"Don’t doubt this. Tell someone." Watanabe Toru warned.

"The Northern Plains classmate is too pitiful."

"If you say it, the poor one is me!"

"Don't worry, who will let you Is it my subordinate, or my...friend."

"You are shy?"

"People who talk a lot usually die Miserable."