"Thanks."

"It doesn't matter! But Wanbian-kun is really good. If he were on a formal baseball field, he could knock the ball out of the field several times!"

"Can this be seen?" There were indeed several times when Watanabe Toru thought that the woman was distracted and lost control of his strength.

"Of course! Watanabe-kun, are you officially participating in training? There are still two months until the qualifiers. With Watanabe-kun's talent, maybe he can serve as the third or fourth battalion in a month!"

"How can it be so simple?" Toru Watanabe said, "I heard from Kuni that many talented people started practicing in elementary school."

"That's because they don't have enough talent!" Yukiko Kobayashi is more confident than Toru Watanabe, "Watanabe-kun has been practicing the oboe for a month, and he has surpassed everyone, right? No problem!"

As long as it's Toru Watanabe's deeds, there's nothing Kamikawa girls don't know about.

Even though he usually stayed with the two eldest ladies and was punished every day, in this school in Kamikawa, he was actually a big star.

After a few brief words with Yukiko Kobayashi, Toru Watanabe said goodbye and left.

Back in the music classroom, Rin Kiyono stood at the conductor's position, and the members of the wind section below each sat in their own seats, preparing for the afternoon ensemble practice.

Toru Watanabe serves as the instructor, so he also stands in front and observes everyone's ensemble.

"Let's get started." Qingye Rin said when everyone gathered.

"Yes!" A tidy female voice.

Not only in the musical instrument department, there are also an overwhelming number of girls among the first-year students in Kamikawa.

On Toru Watanabe's birthday, the principal met Toru Watanabe in the atrium and specially said his blessings.

I don’t know if it’s because of his success in recruiting star students, or because of the Kujo family’s face.

"Kaminishi-san."

"Yes!" Clarinet player Sirica took on the task of tuning.

Following her clarinet, all instruments produce the same sound.

Rin Kiyono did not hold the baton and conducted with bare hands. When she waved her hand, the brass instruments immediately produced a majestic rhythm.

Watanabe Toru listened and occasionally glanced at Kiyono Rin.

The clear and cold side face, the concentrated expression, the slender white fingers, the cuffs of the school uniform, and the snow-white wrists can be vaguely glimpsed.

"Stop." Midway through, Kiyono Rin closed his hands of the conductor.

The classroom was buzzing with musical instruments just a moment ago, but suddenly it was quiet.

Watanabe Toru could hear the sound of rainwater running down the glass window. In a blink of an eye, the sound was overshadowed by the uneasy sound of a classmate from the wind section moving his feet.

"What's going on?" Qingye Rin asked coldly.

Swallowing saliva, nervous heartbeat.

"Double bass."

"Yes!" Asako Hanada and another girl responded quickly.

"When playing pizzicato, pay attention to the movements of your left hand - if I remember correctly, I told you this this morning."

"...Yes, I will pay attention!" The first-year student was too frightened to answer. Only Hanada Asako spoke.

"Trombone."

"Here!" Among the trombone parts, Tamamo Haomei's voice was the loudest.

"The error pointed out yesterday was improved in the morning, but now it has gone back. Can you make sure the game is scheduled in the morning?"

"I'm sorry, I will practice more today and make sure I meet the requirements tomorrow!" Tamamo Haomi replied firmly.

"I think holding an instrument and opening the music score is just practicing. I'm totally wrong."

"yes!"

Qingye Rin glanced at her, then turned to everyone:

"This sentence is not just for double bass and trombone. All of you must remember that the amount of time is not the standard of effort, but whether you have corrected your mistakes and improved your level."

It was quiet in the classroom.

"Without progress, it's just a waste of time. Don't move yourself."

"Yes!" The second and third grade students, including Tamamo Haomi, responded in unison.

"...Yes!" the first grader responded quickly.

"That's it for the ensemble. Practice individually. If it doesn't work, keep practicing, or you can play together by yourselves. Don't waste my vacation."

"yes!"

Rin Kiyono closed the sheet music, turned around and left the music classroom.

The classroom breathed a sigh of relief, but for a long time, everyone just looked at each other and no one spoke.

Watanabe Toru watched Kiyo Rin leave, lowering his head and thinking about something.

Rin Kiyono gave everyone a scolding, which was something that didn't happen this year.

She promised to help Hayami Kaoru and did a lot of things, but in terms of specific guidance, she was no longer as strict as last year. She would only point out mistakes and not talk nonsense.

The second and third grade students were fine. They had the experience from last year, but the first-year students were shocked.

"Everyone!" Hayajian Xun put down the bassoon and stood up to face everyone, "Don't be stunned, start practicing quickly!"

"yes!"

Everyone dispersed, some went back to the small classrooms of each part, and some stayed in the music classroom and started practicing directly.

Hayami Kaoru walked up to Toru Watanabe and said with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, Watanabe-kun, obviously many mistakes have been reminded, but they still haven't improved."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Toru Watanabe said, "Only when you are trained can you make progress."

"Yes." Hayami Kaoru nodded gratefully, "But what happened to Qingye-san today? He suddenly started to help so enthusiastically?"

"Maybe it's because after the rainy season, it's her favorite season," Toru Watanabe said.

After a brief explanation, Watanabe Toru went to the Human Observation Department.

By the window of the mobile classroom, a beautiful girl with fair to transparent skin was writing something on the music score with a pen.

Watanabe Toru sat down in his seat and said to her, "Are you angry?"

"No."

"Yes, you're not angry, so you were having trouble just now?"

Qingye Rin stopped writing and looked up at him: "Do you know where you went wrong?"

"Didn't you come to the mobile classroom at noon?"

"more than."

"Didn't send you a message?"

"besides."

"I apologize for everything, and don't vent your anger in the music department anymore."

"Superficial." Qingye Rin sneered, "Do you think I will implicate others? And they are qualified to implicate me?"

"Then you are?" Watanabe Toru was confused.

"This year is different from last year. Last year I had you. All you had to do was make all the instruments work with you. After the judges listened to your performance, as long as others made no obvious mistakes, they would naturally give it an A."

"So were you really eager to help just now?" Watanabe Toru suspected for a moment that he had not seen Kaoru and understood Kiyono Rin earlier.

"It's helpful, but not to the extent of being enthusiastic. While guiding them, it makes you think that I am jealous and angry, and that you care about me."

"Bad woman."

"Are you still going out at noon?"

"...Didn't I go to the baseball club at noon before?"

"Did you avoid me on purpose before?" Qingye Rin asked.

"...It depends on the situation."

"Where's the news? Would you like to send it to me?"

"It depends."

Rin Kiyono stared at the depressed Toru Watanabe and suddenly laughed: "Anyway, you always wanted to send me a message. You opened our chat interface several times, entered a lot of words, and finally deleted it."

"How do you know? In addition to reading minds, can you also read other people's memories?"

"...Idiot," Qingye Rin looked shy, "I also...wanted to send you messages several times."

"..." Toru Watanabe couldn't say a word.

'How on earth can you not love this bad woman?'

"It's impossible, just give up. Even I love myself." Rin Kiyono directly answered the question Tetsu Watanabe clearly asked in his heart.

ps: Thank you to the leader of [Zhan Zhan Yi An Xiao Xiao] for becoming the 54th leader of this book;
Chapter completed!