Because Sister Rina resisted so fiercely, Toru Watanabe had to pretend to go to the toilet and leave the misunderstanding backstage.

Rin Kiyono followed him for some reason.

But it doesn't matter, it's not the first time the two of them went to the toilet together.

"Kyoto-kun, because of you, Tokyo's face has been completely disgraced in Kyoto."

"I think it's Iwate Prefecture's face that's been embarrassed. What do you think, Watanabe-san?"

"The island nation is one, so why separate Iwate and Tokyo."

Rin Kiyono originally had no hope that Tetsu Watanabe would reflect on it. She said: "This opportunity is rare. Please stand up for the solo later."

"Yes, yes, why?"

"If you lose in terms of character, you have to win it back elsewhere."

"I see." Toru Watanabe nodded, "It's up to me and I will definitely make them kneel down."

"What if not? You run back to Tokyo?"

"Hey, Qingye-san, something is wrong with you today. Why are you more venomous than usual? I like you even more."

"If you like to be scolded, I can satisfy you with any number of words."

"..."

Looking at Toru Watanabe who was speechless, Rin Kiyono smiled happily and suddenly frowned: "Your sleeves."

"Sleeves?" Toru Watanabe raised his hand and looked at his sleeves: "What's wrong?"

"...Don't you feel messed up?"

"It's okay." After moving the instruments just now, Watanabe Toru put down his cuffs casually. It looked less tidy than before, but it wasn't too messy.

Qingye Rin put his hand on his forehead and sighed as if there was nothing he could do.

She directly reached out and grabbed Watanabe Toru's right hand, and carefully arranged the cuffs to the way they were before carrying the instrument, no, better.

Watching Rin Kiyono slowly turning over his sleeves, Toru Watanabe suddenly felt a warm current in his heart.

"Um, thank you." He said a little unnaturally.

"Left hand." Kiyono Rin didn't understand the young man's moved heart at all.

After finishing both sleeves, she nodded and said with a satisfied smile: "I finally feel comfortable."

After expressing her thoughts, she turned around and walked into the women's room a little faster than usual.

Did you really come to use the toilet?

Toru Watanabe, who stayed where he was, didn't feel anything, but he was here and could only stop by.

****

"It's so annoying! It's so annoying! It's so annoying!"

"What the hell is going on with that person! It's inexplicable, and his character must be too bad!"

"He's worse than trash! Ah! I'm so angry! I'm so annoyed!"

Looking at Reina who was stamping her feet and roaring because the volume was too loud, Kumiko smiled bitterly and bowed to apologize to the stunned Kitauji and others.

Midori and Hazuki, who had never seen Reina like this before, were so frightened that they kept blinking.

After scolding for a while, Rina let out a big breath of joy, then grabbed Kumiko's hand and put it against her chest.

"Kumiko!"

"Ah? Well, I'm here!"

"You must make that guy look good!"

"Yeah! But...how to make him look good? You can't beat him, right?"

"What are you thinking about? Of course you want to completely defeat him at the show!"

"Okay!" Kumiko nodded vigorously.

"Xiao Lu is here to help!" Lu Hui clenched his fists and raised his heels involuntarily, "I didn't expect that person to be so nasty!"

"Me too!" Ye Yue shouted without much confidence.

"Thank you." Rina said with a smile, "Let's make him look good together!"

"But Rina-san is really big." Kumiko exclaimed, feeling the swelling of her breasts.

"Kumiko!" Rina exerted force on her hand, and the five fingers of Kumiko's hand overlapped.

"It hurts! It hurts! Rina - it hurts so much!"

Kitauji came on the field second, behind Tachibana.

All eighty-one members of the wind section took the stage, and the square stage could not accommodate so many people. After the trumpet and trombone members were lined up on top, there was no room left.

Kumiko stood under the stage holding a musical instrument, her eyes couldn't help but search the audience.

There were many people, but she quickly found Toru Watanabe standing at the corner of the stairs.

After confirming that the target was present, Kumiko turned to look at Midori.

She is petite, holding a huge double bass, and nodding firmly at Kumiko. She looks even cuter, like a primary school student.

Kumiko looked at Hazuki again. She didn't notice Kumiko's gaze. She looked restless. She was probably so nervous that she forgot about making boys look good.

Finally, there is Rina.

He was concentrating, raising his head and chest, holding the trumpet tightly in his hand, like a knight holding a sword. The front of his eyes was not the music score, but the stinky gangster from Tokyo.

"For Reina, come on!" Kumiko took a deep breath and carefully felt the swelling and contraction of her lungs.

Kitauji's advisor Taki Noboru bowed to the audience, and the noise in the station slowly subsided.

It wasn't until the venue was completely silent that Taki Noboru raised his baton. At the same time, Kumiko picked up the euphonium from her knees.

The white baton vibrated slightly, and Kumiko immediately sent breath into the mouthpiece.

Kitauji's self-selected piece for the wind instrument competition, "East Coast Style Painting," was played slowly at Kyoto Station.

The piece transitions smoothly into the second movement.

‘Here we come.’ Kumiko’s heart tightened.

Speaking of the highlight of the second movement, it must be the trumpet solo, which is Rina's part. This is a one-on-one duel.

Taki Noboru closed his eyes, his baton danced softly, and delicate and gentle notes came from Reina's trumpet.

Her tone was so sparkling and heart-pounding. Kumiko closed her eyes and was intoxicated.

After the solo, Kumiko had already put her lips on the euphonium's mouthpiece, and she played the part she was responsible for desperately.

She must not hold Rina back. She must make that guy from Tokyo look good. This is her only thought now.

As a performer, the performance was over before they could feel it carefully. Kitauji received a warm response from the audience and sent them off with thunderous applause.

“It looks pretty good!”

"There shouldn't be any shame, right?"

"No matter how many times I perform, I will always be nervous and have no idea how well I will perform!"

Kumiko was stunned as she listened to the discussions of other club members, when someone unexpectedly tapped her shoulder from behind.

"Kumiko, I went to see Kamikawa's performance."

Kumiko was startled, and when she looked back, Rina was looking at her with a musical instrument case containing a trumpet, and Midoriki and Hazuki were also behind her.

"Sorry, I didn't recover from the game just now."

"Let's go! Xiaolu can't wait any longer!"

"I said Xiaolu, have you forgotten about revenge? We are not going to enjoy the show!" Ye Yue said.

"Little Green didn't forget!"

During the quarrel between the two, Kumiko lifted up her musical instrument case, and her palms were immediately pinched and painful.

I'm so envious. The rich Tokyo High School wishes Kitauji had its own school bus.

The stairs in front of the stage were already packed with people. When Kumiko and the others arrived, they couldn't find seats at all and could only stand and watch.

Midori was too short and couldn't see anything even if she stood on tiptoes. Kumiko and the other three had no choice but to use their bodies as walls to carve out a spot for her with a good view.

On the stage, the girls from Kamikawa High School wore school uniform suits and pleated skirts, while the boys wore trousers. The color was pure black, giving them a negative aesthetic.

Kumiko thought of the crow on their school bus.

"Is that that person?!" Some passerby girls around started talking.

"That's right! Last time he appeared on TV, he said that his goal was to become the prime minister of the island country!"

"It's too funny, but he looks so handsome!"

"Didn't you listen to the guest expert in the news? He hopes to become the prime minister!"
To be continued...