Sitting on the window seat, Toru Watanabe looked at the reed pipe in his hand.

The diameter is about 11 mm, the storage time is two years, and it is made in France.

Straight, the surface is smooth and shiny, a little yellowish brown, accompanied by polyester brown stripes, and the cut fibers are fine and tight.

This is the best material for making reeds.

On the afternoon of the second day of the interview week, the clear sound of cicadas accompanied the scorching heat. In the fourth-year classroom, students in twos and threes were doing their own things.

When Toru Watanabe's first reed started to go out of tune, he used reed planers, wires, whistle bases, blades and other tools to toss the reed tube in his hand, preparing to make the second reed by himself.

"I'm back."

After the interview, Keisuke Saito seemed to have shed a layer of skin and slumped down on the girl's seat in front of Tetsu Watanabe.

He stared at Tetsu Watanabe, who was concentrating on winding the reed, for a while and said, "What are you doing?"

"Make a reed."

"Reed?"

"By the way." Toru Watanabe remembered an interesting thing, "Professional oboe players usually have good skills in making reeds, and reeds are also called reeds, so oboe players are also reed makers."

After speaking, he introduced himself again: "I, Watanabe, am an outstanding oboe player who is destined to become a master in the future."

"Oh, then what?" Saito Keisuke responded calmly.

"Saito, you are so boring."

"You are just boring, you have no idea what you are talking about."

"I can't tell you, an islander like you."

The reed maker, Toru Watanabe, shook his head like a bull, picked up the wired reed, and tried blowing it. After confirming that there was no problem, he used a knife to thin the top part.

Saito Keisuke didn't have the energy to argue with Toru Watanabe. While using the air conditioner in the classroom to cool down and recover his strength, he raised his ears and eavesdropped on the chat of the girls in the front row of the classroom.

"......Really?!"

"Shh!"

The girl secretly glanced this way, but Keisuke Saito remained motionless staring at the ceiling.

Reed maker Toru Watanabe still lowered his head and diligently made the reed, picking it up and blowing it twice from time to time.

Outside the window, one can hear the shouts of sports clubs under the scorching sun.

The baseball club where Osamu Kunii works is working hard to prepare for the Koshien qualifiers.

The girls' conversation continues.

"I didn't expect to have such a bad personality that he would scold a girl for her appearance."

"What a scumbag!"

"Too bad."

"dross."

Saito Keisuke nodded inwardly, it seems that girls don't all judge people by their appearance, and some of them are sensible.

After the reed easily produced a sound like a rooster's crow, Toru Watanabe put the tools into his schoolbag: "I'm going to the club, will you go?"

Saito Keisuke leaned back: "I'll rest for a while, it's too hot in the corridor."

"Then I'll leave first."

"Um."

Toru Watanabe put his schoolbag on his shoulders, put his hands in his pockets, and held the new reed in his mouth. He played "Kikujiro's Summer" one by one based on his memory, and walked leisurely towards the classroom door.

The girls in the front row immediately fell silent.

The moment the classroom door is closed after others leave.

"Did you see it? Did you see it?"

"Yeah! The way you walk is so handsome!"

"Ah——Watanabe! I really want to be scolded by him!"

Saito Keisuke: "???"

When Toru Watanabe passed by the door of Class 2, he glanced inside but did not look at Miki Kujo. Instead, he bumped into Tamamo Homi who came out of the Class 1 classroom.

She held a musical instrument box containing a trombone in her hand, and a colorful hairband was wrapped around her white wrist.

Tamamo Haomei glared at Toru Watanabe, she still remembered what happened at Shibuya Center Street last time.

It’s really unbelievable that a boy would ask her out, she agreed, and when they arrived at the meeting place, he let her go?!

Watanabe Toru didn't really want to see him. There were many ways to go to the music classroom, but at this time, he deliberately took a long way. Doesn't it seem like he had a guilty conscience?

So the two of them walked in the same direction one after the other.

There were obviously other people walking together on the road, but it always felt awkward, just like filming a TV series. Although there were passers-by and actors around, the camera was always focused on the two of them.

"Is this the embarrassment of meeting your ex-girlfriend by chance?" Toru Watanabe retracted his gaze from Tamamo's beautiful back and cast his gaze out the corridor window.

On a sultry sunny day during the rainy season, there were still lovers sitting under the trees in the atrium making out, arms touching each other. Not even the wind could pass between them, and Toru Watanabe felt hot for them even as he watched.

He simply stared at the beautiful Tamamo in front of him.

But, how should I put it, it's also very hot.

It's about the weather.

"You take your instrument home to practice?"

Watanabe Toru waited for a while before confirming that Tamamo Komi was talking to him.

"Um."

"That's it." You can't see Tamamo's beautiful expression, and you can't hear any special emotion in her voice.

Stepping onto the elevated corridor to the club building, the sun suddenly became much stronger, and you could see clouds of airplanes when you looked up.

"time?"

"...Two hours, maybe." Watanabe Toru thought the conversation was over and didn't react.

"so."

"Let me tell you," Toru Watanabe couldn't help but say, "Are you imitating Tomorrow-senpai?"

Like a volcano erupting without warning, Tamamo turned her head beautifully, staring angrily at Toru Watanabe with two beautiful amber eyes.

Watanabe Toru was startled and thought she was going to use the musical instrument case as a weapon to hit her, so he subconsciously stopped.

"The way you spoke just now is really similar to that of Senior Tomorrow." He explained.

"This is a way of communicating with someone you hate! I hate you, I hate Toru Watanabe, do you understand?"

"If you hate it, isn't not talking the best way to communicate?"

"you--"

Tamamo was so beautiful that she was speechless and turned around angrily, with the hem of her pleated skirt flying.

"It's so bad! It's so bad! It's so annoying!" The very cute girl cursed unceremoniously and strode towards the opposite side of the elevated corridor.

Watanabe Toru was a little surprised by her overreaction.

But forget it, it doesn't matter if it's bad or not, if you hate it or not, as long as the two of you can't continue to have contact with each other, that's all.

'Well, this is also for her own good. It's not just about self-protection, nor is it about being afraid of Kujo.'

It was obviously interview week, but for some reason all the members of Group A of the Musical Instruments Department were gathered in the music room at this time.

"There's nothing surprising." Rin Kiyono noticed Toru Watanabe's question, "I suggested to the school that the members of the performance department conduct interviews first."

"Didn't you say you don't need any privileges?"

"I just want to clarify the necessity of doing this, and the school believes that this necessity is reasonable. I don't know what privilege you are talking about."

"...It's whatever you say."

Rin Kiyono glared dissatisfied at Toru Watanabe, who had an expression on his face that said, "You are just fooling yourself."

After the afternoon ensemble, Tetsu Watanabe was too lazy to go out to eat because he was too hot, so he stayed in the activity room of the Human Observation Department and ate snacks from Miki Kujo.

I haven't seen her in the past two days in the afternoon. As expected of the eldest lady of the Kujo family, she is very busy with work.

Watanabe Tetsu wished that she was so busy that she didn't even come to school.

There was a sudden polite knock on the door, and he answered while guessing who it was.

"Excuse me." Walking in were Ichimoku Aoi and Hanada Asako.

When the two of them saw that Toru Watanabe was the only one in the mobile classroom, a trace of embarrassment clearly flashed across their faces.

Ichimokui nodded, and the petite Hanada Chaozi lowered her head shyly as always and did not look at him.

Now, except for Asuka Mai, there should be no girl in the music club who wants to be alone with him... Watanabe Toru thought to himself.
To be continued...