At half past five in the morning, Toru Watanabe opened his eyes, rubbed his hair and sat up.

"Hmm-" A voice of dissatisfaction with being disturbed came from the side.

Watanabe Toru looked over and saw Kujo Miki huddled under the quilt, with only her head exposed, and her messy black hair spread on the sheets and pillows.

"Are you awake?" As he said this, Toru Watanabe pulled up the quilt again and leaned his upper body on Kujo Miki.

He pressed his body against her porcelain-smooth skin and stroked her still-sleeping head with his hands.

As if to seek warmth, Kujo Miki also leaned her body into his arms.

The temperature in the quilt was a little higher than usual, and it was very comfortable. After enjoying it for a while, Toru Watanabe sighed, lifted the quilt, and sat up again.

"What are you doing?" Kujo Miki complained as she reached out to hug him, forced him back into bed, and pressed her face on his chest with satisfaction.

The soft touch spread to Toru Watanabe through his pajamas.

He patted Kujo Miki's snow-white shoulders and said in her ear: "Miki, I'm going to do morning exercises."

"...Hmm." Miki Kujo responded in a completely unconscious voice.

Watanabe Toru had no choice but to put his arms around her waist and squint for a while. When the morning light came into the room, he knew he could not go on like this.

He turned over, pressed Kujo Miki under him, and shrank into the quilt.

Kujo Miki's long eyelashes trembled slightly, she raised her eyelids, her eyes were sleepy, and she saw a big bulge in the quilt on her chest.

"What are you doing so early in the morning?" She opened the quilt and complained to the person inside.

"Morning exercise." Toru Watanabe's voice was dull, as if he had something in his mouth.

Miki Kujo wanted to raise her head, but her body that had just woken up was too heavy. After struggling for a while, she simply gave up.

He covered himself with the quilt again, closed his eyes and continued to sleep, putting his fingers into Toru Watanabe's hair.

...

"It's so heavy, get up quickly." Miki Kujo patted Toru Watanabe who was sniffing her neck.

Because of the comfort, Toru Watanabe put his weight completely on her. Although it was not the first time, it was really heavy.

"Alright alright."

Watanabe Tetsu got out of bed and walked to the window.

The weather was very good, and the crisp blue sky of autumn came into view. He was satisfied and stretched out refreshed.

As the seasons change, the quilt becomes softer and softer, and getting up early becomes more painful.

******

"Good morning."

"Good morning, ah~~"

"Aren't you awake?"

"Well, I'm exhausted. But I just need to hold on for two more days and I'll be fine."

The wind section said good morning to each other, chatted, and took out their instruments to prepare for practice.

Some members concentrated on practicing the theme song, and "March for Endless Dreams" played on different instruments was mixed together in the music classroom;

In the middle of the classroom, the trombone part and the horn part need improvement in the ensemble free piece;

In the corner, members of Department B are doing basic exercises with serious faces.

For the euphonium part, Asuka Mai pulled out the euphonium pipe and poured the condensed water droplets on the pipe into a bucket - she had been practicing for a long time.

While doing the cleaning work, she looked at the position of the bassoon and oboe parts, but the oboe hadn't come yet.

Toru Watanabe is not always the second person to come to the music classroom, but he is always among the first. This is the first time that this has happened today.

"Senior, what's wrong?" Ichimoku Aoi noticed Asuka Mai's gaze.

Asuka Mai shook her head slightly and said nothing.

Toru Watanabe walked into the music classroom just as the ensemble started at half past eight.

Taking the train from Kanda to Yotsuya Station only takes a few minutes, and it doesn’t take long to exercise. So where does the time go?

Could it be that the morning exercises in bed took longer than he thought?

Watanabe Toru decided to reflect and think that the time must be shortened next time...Forget it, let's wake up earlier instead.

"Before playing the ensemble, let's tune the oboe." Rin Kiyono looked at Toru Watanabe.

Toru Watanabe put the reed in his mouth and blew out long and precise intervals. Other instruments slowly followed suit, and the resonance made the water in the bottle ripple.

Practice continued until ten fifteen. Even though it was already October, the highest temperature that day was only 20 degrees. Even Rin Kiyono, the conductor, began to sweat on his forehead.

"Thank you for your hard work. Let's take a break. The second round of practice will start at half past ten."

"yes!"

Watanabe Toru stretched his hands toward the ceiling and stretched greatly.

"Watanabe-kun, you came very late today, are you tired from the sports festival?" Kaoru Hayami, who was sitting next to him, asked softly, with the dark red basson on her skirt at her knees.

"No, the bed is so comfortable in the morning." Toru Watanabe replied, twisting his neck.

"I really want to sleep a little longer in this weather." Hayao Xun's eyes lingered on his hand with distinct knuckles.

After the second round of practice, Toru Watanabe returned to the Human Observation Department for lunch.

Rin Kiyono was sitting by the window, holding chopsticks in one hand and turning over the music sheet in the other. The record player next to her was playing "March for Endless Dreams".

"I said you were taking it too seriously," Toru Watanabe sat down in his seat and looked at the record player, "Can you really hear where you put it?"

Qingye Rin sighed, and put the broccoli that had been holding on the chopsticks for a long time into his small mouth.

"It's okay to have you solo in the free song "Four Seasons", but the title song..." Qingye Lin paused, "It will take another month to reach a level that satisfies me."

"It sounds pretty good to me already."

"It's totally not enough." Qingye Rin looked at the music score full of notes, "With their current level, the level of winning the national gold medal is only 70% at most. In case some judges think: Kamikawa is participating in the national competition for the first time, and won

There is nothing wrong with getting a silver medal, the probability of getting a gold medal will be even lower."

After hearing what she said, Toru Watanabe asked curiously: "Our goal...the goal of the Human Observation Department, isn't it to help the instrumental department enter the national competition? Of course it's good to get a gold medal, but it doesn't matter if you can't get it, right?"

?”

Qingye Rin glanced at him: "I know you don't have big ideals, but I didn't expect you to be so unambitious."

"I'm really sorry for my lack of ambition. Thank you for the carbon dioxide you contribute to me every day."

People inhale oxygen and then eliminate carbon dioxide through the nose. When people breathe, they inhale 0.032% of carbon dioxide.

Toru Watanabe and Rin Kiyono spend most of their time in club classrooms, so they will definitely inhale the carbon dioxide emitted by each other.

Qingye Rin immediately understood what he meant.

This is to say that she didn't give birth to him, she didn't raise him, she didn't even reimburse him the krypton money, so she has no right to ask him to be ambitious.

"Do you need me to explain to you the rights of ministers and advisors?"

"Iwate Prefecture, Mitsawa Village, Watanabe, aim for the national gold medal! Start working hard from now on!" Toru Watanabe showed a little bit of energy.

Rin Kiyono closed the sheet of music as if he couldn't bear it, and didn't intend to read it: "Are you being punished by Kujo-san last night, which caused you to become mentally unstable?"

"Yes, is your mental sanatorium still free for me?"

Qingye Rin looked at him in surprise, put the hand not holding the chopsticks against his chin, and said thoughtfully: "It's strange that I didn't trouble you."

Looking at Qingye Rin who was thinking about himself, Watanabe Toru patted the beech wood table: "R-san, please listen carefully to what others say, instead of relying on your ability to cheat."

"Quiet." Qingye Rin said angrily, "Since just now, you have been disturbing me listening to music."

"..."

The pointer of the record player rose and fell slightly, the vinyl record that looked like a biscuit tin box lid rotated, and the characteristic melody of "March for Endless Dreams" spilled out from the door of the mobile classroom and spread to the deserted corridor on Saturday.

"So you can really hear it?"

"What else would I do if I were released?"

"In addition to lie detection, you can actually multi-task. I lost." Toru Watanabe covered his face with his hands, looking confused and lost.

"You really want to beat me?" Rin Kiyono was also surprised, "I underestimated you, Watanabe-san. You have a dream that is even greater than winning the national gold medal for three consecutive years."

"Why three consecutive years? Isn't it too simple?"

"How many years do you want to go to high school?"

"...Can't I also join the music club in college?" Tetsu Watanabe said plausibly.

"Let's talk about it then." Qingye Rin picked up a small mouthful of rice with chopsticks without interest.

Although I would like to say that I am ranked first in the country and have already won once, but fussing over women and being arrogant in front of them is really not what a "Tokyo Handsome Guy" does.

The two of them stopped talking and saw her starting to eat in small bites. Watanabe Toru also took out his lunch box.

"Do you want fried chicken?" Qingye Rin tried to ask.
To be continued...