She frowned, her little red tongue sticking out slightly.

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

Kujo Miki poured the bitten potatoes into his bowl with a cold face.

The two of them were chatting while eating, the hot pot was sizzling and the heat filled the space between them.

After finishing the hot pot, Toru Watanabe leaned against the wall, drank the remaining orange juice, and watched the unfinished documentary.

Miki Kujo had eaten so much that she lay her head on his lap and closed her eyes to eat.

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

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

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

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

The air conditioner was blowing cold air, there were leftovers on the table, and two dogs barked occasionally from outside the house.

After a ducky night, it was the Kanto Competition, and Toru Watanabe came to the music classroom early as usual.

In the past, the only person who came earlier than him was Mai Asahi, but today there were three more people, and everyone was practicing seriously.

When Kiyono Rin arrived, the wind section practiced the assigned and self-selected pieces several times from beginning to end.

Before starting to move the instruments, Rin Kiyono said: "Do you still remember what our goal is?"

"Gold Medal in the National Competition!"

"That's right, so don't use up all your tension in the Kanto Competition. Wait until the National Competition and then be as nervous as possible."

The wind section burst into laughter and relaxed their hands tightly holding the instrument.

When the laughter stopped, Rin Kiyono said again: "If you are really nervous, everyone should look at the music scores in your hands."

Everyone's music scores were in tatters and were covered with notes.

"Okay, let's go."

"yes!"

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

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

"Hey, do you think that if we enter the national competition, will we have to go to Nagoya a day early?" said a boy on the bus.

"Maybe." One girl replied.

“I really want to visit the castle tower!”

"I want to go to Nagoya University. My goal is to study at the Nagoya University Faculty of Law."

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

Tamamo Haomi is much calmer than last time, maybe because she has the most notes on her music score.

The way she tilts her face up and thinks carefully is very attractive to boys.

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

"You idiot," Toru Watanabe couldn't help but say, "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 there such a thing as beautiful? I am beautiful!"

Is this where the focus is? He is indeed an idiot.

After getting off the bus, the strong sunshine and heat wave hit my face.

People wearing long-sleeved school uniforms were already sweating before they entered the venue. The venue was crowded with students wearing various uniforms running around.

Tamamo Haomei and the others stayed in a corner, and every time they saw the team from a strong school, their nervousness would increase.

In their eyes, even the words and deeds of a powerful school seem to be different. The neat uniforms exude a shocking sense of oppression.

There are even TV stations following and filming interviews.

"What should I do? My hands are starting to shake!"

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

"Stop talking, you've almost forgotten me too!"

Just as they were spreading uneasiness to each other, there was a sudden commotion at the entrance of the venue, and there was even a suppressed scream from a girl.

The people in the music club looked over subconsciously and saw the boys from the Kamikawa High School music club walking in with a bottle of Bozi soda in their hands and sweating profusely.

The sweaty boys who were responsible for carrying the musical instruments were everywhere in the venue, but the girls were paying attention to Toru Watanabe.

He pulled the collar of his suit with one hand as if he couldn't stand the heat, because under the rolled-up sleeves for carrying musical instruments, there were well-proportioned and strong arms.

"That man is so handsome."

"Could he be an artist?"

"No, look at him wearing school uniform."

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

"It seems to be Kamikawa."

"Hey, isn't that a private high school famous for its promotions? I've never seen them in a competition before."

For the first time in history, the girls in the instrumental club feel proud that Toru Watanabe is one of them.

Only Tamamo clicked her tongue because she was so beautiful.

The screaming hadn't ended yet. When Qingye Rin, who had gone to change clothes at the beginning, walked in, the venue became noisy again.

"That girl is so handsome!"

"Look at her clothes...she's a consultant? She's lying, she's too young!"

"It seems to be from Kamikawa too!"

"Ah——, with such a handsome classmate and counselor, why are they not in our school? One of them would be great!"

Musical instrument students from all over Kanto discussed it without any scruples.

Not only that, those TV stations immediately surrounded us like sharks that smelled blood.

As soon as Toru Watanabe walked up to Rin Kiyono, who was transformed into a beautiful boy again, and was about to tease her, the two of them were surrounded by reporters.

"Hello, which school do you go to?"

Watanabe Toru glanced at Kiyono Rin. She had her arms folded, as if she had no intention of speaking.

"Kamikawa High School." Toru Watanabe had no choice but to take the initiative.

Long guns and short cannons were immediately aimed at him.

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

"My name is Toru Watanabe, and the instrument I'm in charge of in the club is the oboe."

"What is your goal?"

"Become the prime minister of the island country and lead the island country to become an independent country." Toru Watanabe talked eloquently, and he was full of confidence.

Let alone Qingye Rin who could see through lies, no one present who could hear his voice believed his words.

"Classmate, I'm asking about your goal for this competition." The reporter reminded him.

Another reporter continued to ask: "Watanabe-san, how do you become prime minister? Do you have a specific plan? What do you plan to do next?"

Watanabe Tetsu ignored the serious reporter and said to the reporter who seemed very promising at first glance: "I am planning to participate in various competitions in high school to increase my visibility. This orchestral competition is one of them. I am still practicing baseball to strive for

Entering Koshien next year.”

"..."

"Of course, this is not enough." Toru Watanabe continued, "My grades are third in the school. If nothing happens, I will be recommended for admission to the University of Tokyo."

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

"Of course." Toru Watanabe said in the air of a legitimate young politician, "Although I can't reveal the details, my girlfriend is very powerful. Even the classmate I made, the one next to me, is also well-known...

..."

"Shut up." Qingye Rin rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.
Chapter completed!