September 5th, Saturday.

After carefully putting on her shirt and pleated skirt, she sat on the bed again, put her stockings on her legs, and adjusted them to a comfortable position. Kiyono Rin picked up her schoolbag and SLR camera and left the apartment.

The schoolbag is a bit heavy, and "Shot Script Design" and "Master Lens - 100 Advanced Techniques for Low-Cost Filmmaking" are placed inside.

The air in the morning is cold, but it is obviously autumn here, but the temperature has not dropped yet. Not only is it not cold, but it is refreshing.

Instead of going to school, she got up earlier than usual and prepared to look for suitable shooting locations near Yotsuya Station.

Passing by a person taking a dog for a walk, and taking a photo of a motorcycle that was loaded with goods and almost overturned when it turned a corner, Rin Kiyono smiled.

She had already had a premonition that with so much cargo and such a fast speed, there was a high probability that it would roll over!

I took some good shots of life.

She received the goods as soon as she went out. With a faint expectation, she approached a narrow alley. The alley was an uphill road with dense steps and residential areas on both sides. She could smell the aroma of fried eggs.

The sound of people came from across the alley, and several elderly people were doing morning exercises.

Because the road was really narrow, she had to stand in the middle of a house's potted plants and give way to the other person.

The old people smiled kindly at her.

"Girls today are still polite."

"It's just that that boy is too uneducated."

"Didn't he say he came from the countryside? It's the same place as Hokkaido."

Watching the old man who was so energetic that he could comment on others disappear around the corner of the alley, Kiyono Rin continued to climb the stairs.

When we walked out of the alley, it suddenly opened up and there was a shrine in front of us.

A group of pigeons were pecking in front of the sailor's house. The steps she climbed up were on the left side of the shrine.

Rin Kiyono walked towards the shrine with the idea that it might be captured in the camera. As he got closer, he discovered that there was also a long staircase directly in front of the shrine.

In the corner of the top steps, a young man with sweat dripping from his hair was sitting there, drinking a bottle of Bozi soda in his hand.

Rin Kiyono couldn't help but smile, and took a picture of this scene with one hand.

The profile of her face was bathed in the rising sun, and she was so delicate and handsome that it was breathtaking. Even the sweat that should have been dirty became cute.

After taking the shot, she strolled over and looked down at him condescendingly.

"Good morning."

The young man sat on the ground without moving, turned his upper body, and raised his head slightly: "Suddenly I heard such a pleasant sound, I thought the goddess from the shrine had come out, but it turned out to be Lord Qingye."

The boy who said this always looked up at her skirt, so Kiyono Rin chose to sit down.

She sat down on the steps with a distance of two people from the boy in a posture that would never expose her.

"The old man who passed by just now was talking about you," Qingye Rin said in a positive tone.

"Old man? What old man?"

Lies, after subconsciously making a judgment in his heart, Qingye Rin continued: "Three old ladies who are probably over sixty years old."

"I didn't see it at all." The young man looked confused. "I heard from the shrine's priest that the pigeons haven't eaten well recently. Maybe it's because there's a ghost passing by nearby. Qingye-san, you shouldn't have seen anything, right?"

"Suddenly I want to drink and buy vegetable juice."

"Can you go by yourself this time? I'm very tired. Look at how sweaty I am."

"If you plan to be a person who doesn't keep your promises, it's fine if I go."

"......Good for you."

The teenager went to the vending machine to buy vegetable juice with his knees propped up.

This is punishment for lying all the time.

Rin Kiyono looked into the distance. There were telephone poles crisscrossing the narrow road. The leaves of the trees peeking out from the residential area were fresh green. Two female high school students in kendo uniforms were chatting and walking towards the station.

On the wide-angle lens at the corner, you can see a red taxi with the license plate of "Adachi" district, driving towards the distance.

"Give."

"Thank you." Qingye Rin saved the video, put the SLR on his knees, and took the vegetable juice from the boy.

The two of them stared at the scenery in the distance for a while. The boy took the lead in drinking the soda and broke the silence.

"Why are you here? Are you following me?"

Qingye Rin's lips released the straw that he was holding gently: "Before you say this, can you stop your criminal behavior and look away from my legs."

"What are you talking about? I'm wondering why your socks are wet."

Although it's not the truth, it's not a lie either.

Qingye Rin followed his gaze and saw a few inconspicuous water marks on the stockings, which could not be seen without staring hard.

It must have been that when I was making way for the old man, I accidentally bumped into a potted plant that had been sprinkled with water.

"Thank you for the reminder, but please look away your disgusting eyes."

"Who cares? It's really gone."

The young man stood up, patted his butt, walked down the steps, and disappeared into the alley while running.

****

After going back and taking a shower, Toru Watanabe changed into his school uniform and took the train to school.

Although it was Saturday, whether it was club activities or the executive committee, he had reasons to go.

It seems that after obtaining the system, he is not as happy as before?

I obviously have a lot of money and a beautiful girlfriend, but I haven’t gone out with my friends on weekends for a long time, I can’t work to earn safe money, and I can’t even go home during the summer vacation.

Watanabe Toru took a look at the system that he usually almost ignored. It was reduced to a transparent button.

I hope it can understand its sad mood, and then become more conscious next month and develop useful items and skills.

Get off the bus, go up the ramp, and go to school. In the morning, it is still the training of the musical instrument department.

After the training, everyone was still satisfied.

"Ah, it's so annoying, why do we have to perform for thirty minutes at such a critical moment!"

"That's right, the academy festival is very important, but compared to the national competition, it is far from important."

"There will be a competition in October, and there is simply not enough time!"

"Can't we just perform the competition piece? Do we need to talk to the principal?"

"The minister has already tried it, but it didn't work."

Everyone was packing their instruments and complaining.

After becoming Kanto representatives and confirmed to participate in the national competition, they became obsessed with music, which was completely different from before.

When Toru Watanabe first joined the club, he could not imagine a day when he would see them complaining about not having time to practice.

It can be seen from this incident that Rin Kiyono is a very great person. Of course, his secretary who took the blame is also good, and it will not be a problem to replace him in the future.

After thinking for a while, Watanabe Toru gathered his thoughts and pressed the keys according to the rhythm with his fingertips, simulating the sound in his mind.

At this time, Kaoru Hayami, who had a gentle voice, spoke to him: "Watanabe-kun, what do you think?"

Watanabe Toru kept fingering and replied, "Maybe it's because we entered the national competition that the instrumental club was asked to perform for thirty minutes."

"Why?"

If it's still as bad as before and it's so bad that it wakes up sleeping people, then the people who can decide the performance time will not be tempted to let them perform for more than five minutes.

Of course this reason cannot be given.

"After all, Kamikawa is very famous. Every year, many people from outside the school come to visit the cultural festival, especially those whose families are junior high school students and their parents who are preparing to take the high school entrance examination. When I first applied for the exam, I also considered the cultural festival as one of the reference factors."

"That's right." Hayao Jianxun nodded, "This is indeed an aspect that needs to be considered. Then we have to work hard."

"That's right."

After practicing for a while, it was estimated that the time was almost up. Toru Watanabe took off his reed and said: "See you soon, senior, I'm leaving first."

"good."

After Toru Watanabe left, Tamamo Haomi put her head over and placed her chin on Hayami Kaoru's shoulder in a familiar manner: "He left again."

"Watanabe-kun, you should have played the performance repertoire very well." Hayami Kaoru pinched the footer of the music score with his fingers and turned to "Red Lotus", which he was not very familiar with.

"There's nothing we can do about it." Another girl who plays trombone said, "Toru Watanabe and Kiyono-san are the same. We need to do something for three hours, but they may only need five to ten minutes. Although they can enter

The people in Kamikawa are very smart, but they are the real geniuses."

"Don't think like that." Hayami Kaoru said, "We should be glad that they are a team with us and work together for the same goal. We should hope that they will be more powerful."

"Kyono-san, I can think so, but I will never admit it to Toru Watanabe." Tamamo puffed up her cheeks, feeling a strange feeling coming from her defiled butt again.

Hayami Kaoru poked her beautiful face with his finger, it felt very cute.

Toru Watanabe will forget about the music club when he walks out of the music classroom. It doesn't matter what they think of him.
To be continued...