I Loaded the Love Game

In winter, the school bell rings at six o'clock, half an hour earlier than summer.

　　 At 6:20, Watanabe Toru and Kujo Miki walked in an unmanned school building. The temperature was much lower than during the day.

　　 went downstairs and came to the shoe cabinet when a figure suddenly ran over.

　　 "Watanabe-kun, please accept this!"

"......Oh, thanks."

　　 "You're welcome!"

　　 Twenty minutes have passed since school, the sound of the instruments in the wind club was gone, and the unexplained shouts of the sports club on the playground were gone. I didn't expect someone to stay here to wait for him and give him chocolates.

　　 Kujo Miki glanced at the girl going away, and said to Watanabe Toru, "Let's go."

"Great."

　　 Toru Watanabe put the chocolate in the bag that was about to fill, and went out of the school gate with Miki Kujo and got in the luxury car.

　　 Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at a single-family villa in Chiyoda District.

　　In the island country, apartments are more advanced than single houses, but a single house like Kujo Miki is another matter.

　　 There is also the main house of Kujo, where the mother of Kujo lives, and it is not a single house in the ordinary sense.

　　 The two had dinner in the living room.

　　 Kujo Miki took two bites casually and left the table and went to the second floor.

　　 Watanabe Toru ate slowly.

　　 "What is this?" he asked the maid.

　　 "Mustard flowers." The maid bent over and replied.

　　 "It should be an early spring dish, right?"

　　 "Yes, this was delivered from Mount Izu."

　　 "Izu Mountain is already spring?"

　　 "I have just entered the early spring, I heard that the cold cherry blossoms are already in full bloom." The maid said with a nice voice, as if she was telling a story under the night lights.

　　 Watanabe nodded, took a bite of fried whitebait, and imagined Izu in early spring.

　　 The picture I imagined is all the wilderness of Mizawa Village, after all, he has never been to Izu.

　　 A maid came to serve the dishes, and when I left, I took the first two dishes.

　　 Just now the maid took the initiative to introduce: "This is celery mixed with vinegar, this is fried dragon sprouts. They are all early spring mountain vegetables served at Izu Hot Spring Hotel."

　　 Toru Watanabe tasted it.

　　 At the corner of the living room leading to the kitchen, another maid came out and brought fresh dishes.

　　 After half an hour, a maid came down from the second floor.

　　 She walked up to Watanabe Toru and said in a serious tone:

　　 "Master Watanabe, the lady asks if you have finished dinner."

　　 "What's her original story?" Watanabe Toru knows his girlfriend well.

　　 "Let me see if you are dying." The maid's expression remained unchanged.

　　 Watanabe Toru put down the dishes, wiped his mouth, and when he got up, he said to the maid who had just introduced the dishes:

　　 "Please tell the chef for me, I like today's dishes very much."

　　 The maid bowed slightly.

　　 Watanabe ate and drank thoroughly, cleared up his emotions, and prepared to go to the second floor to face his fate.

　　 After taking a shower, Miki Kujo in her pajamas sat on the sofa.

　　 With her charming and noble body, she calmly leaned on the cushion and looked down at Watanabe Toru who walked in.

　　 The chest of the yukata opened slightly, revealing the youthful uprightness of a girl.

　　The hem of the pajamas reveals a large section of smooth legs.

"nice......"

　　 "Come here," she ordered.

　　 Kujo Miki's elusive, unpredictable, ecstasy, and insidious charm.

　　......

　　 On the big white bed, Watanabe lay down on Miki Kujo, with his head resting on her chest.

　　 Kujo Miki with a blushing face, slender white fingers stuck into his hair.

　　 The two kept doing this, and passed quietly for a while.

　　 "Arts and science, which one are you going to choose?" Watanabe Toru asked.

　　 Except for his lips, he remained motionless, intoxicated by the fit of Miki Kujo's skin.

　　 "What about you?" Kujo Miki's voice was lazy, full of satisfaction.

　　 When she was in bed, she was no longer the queen, and the conversation between the two was like a young couple or a couple.

　　 "Liberal Arts?" Watanabe Toru is not sure.

"Ok?"

　　 "Preparing to study at the Faculty of Economics of the University of Tokyo with the second degree of liberal arts."

　　 "Economy?"

　　 "Look, I will hardly need to work in the future. The only four years I need to work are the four years when you gave birth, so should I learn something about economics?"

　　 "I suggest you go to the Faculty of Education." Miki Kujo combed Watanabe Toru's hair by hand.

　　 "Why?"

　　 "You have worked for four years, but you have taken care of your children for at least ten years."

　　 "It makes sense." Watanabe nodded thoroughly, making Miki Kujo's chest itchy, "Then I go to the Faculty of Education for preschool education?"

　　 "The child doesn't need you to bring." Kujo Miki said, "Which teacher and nanny in our family can't get you?"

　　 "Miki, I have something to ask you, I am very curious."

"Ok."

　　 "If you have a child in the future, how do you plan to raise it?"

　　 "The first child uses the most demanding method, the others are arbitrary."

　　 "What if it is the first child and does not inherit the genes of both of us?"

　　 "It doesn't matter if you don't look good. If you are not smart enough, you can only change one."

　　 "Too ruthless, isn't it? You must have forced the kid to learn a lot before he found out he wasn't smart enough."

"To learn a lot, I still abandon him for the sake of the child and the Kujo family. By the way," Kujo Miki stopped, "You are not allowed to interfere in this matter. Don't be gentle all day long. Let me To decide."

　　 "Yes, yes." Toru Watanabe, 17, showed no sympathy for his future children.

　　 The two were quiet for a short while.

　　 "What do you think I would give as a gift on White Day?" Watanabe Toru asked again.

　　 "The merchant has already thought about it for you, choose the expensive one to buy."

　　 "Hmm." Watanabe Toru buried his face in Miki Kujo's chest, and his voice became dull, "Then what do you want?"

　　 "Think about it myself."

　　 Kujo Miki stopped speaking, feeling the heat he exhaled in her chest.

　　 "I bought the best-looking roses from the Daejeon Flower Market every day and gave it to you as a good morning?"

　　 The Ota Flower Market in Ota District, Tokyo, is the most famous flower market in the island nation.

　　Every day, a large number of flowers gather here from all over the world, and the transaction volume ranks first in the island country.

　　 "Things you can do with money."

　　 "Then what do you want? I have nothing to give you."

　　 Kujo Miki thought for a while, smiled and said, "Then I want a promise."

"Tell me."

　　 "If you are robbed one day, can I kill you?"

　　 Watanabe lifted his upper body completely and looked down at his Miki.

　　 He used his softest and firmest voice to tell his Miki:

　　 "No matter what happens in the future, the two of us will always be together."

　　 "Where is Qingye?"

"no matter who."

　　 "Really?"

　　 "If one day, you can kill me."

　　 Kujo Miki stretched out her hand, hooked Toru Watanabe's neck, and the two kissed together.

　　 "Have you a good rest?" Watanabe asked after the kiss.

　　 "Come on? No, it's enough for today."

　　 "This is just the beginning, what are you talking about, sister."

　　 "Not coming." Kujo Miki pushed Watanabe away, wrapped her quilt, and turned her back to him.

　　 The huge bed, the slender figure on the edge of the bed, seems to say, ‘I’m already asleep’.

　　 Toru Watanabe stretched out his hand, pulled her white body out of the quilt, and pulled it to the center of the big bed, under his body.

　　 "At the end just now, you said, "Let me rest for a while," right?"

　　 "Not coming!" Kujo Miki struggled.

　　 "Come three more times."

　　 "No!" Kujo Miki pressed Watanabe Toru's lips.

　　 "Once!"

　　 "No way, no way!" Kujo Miki's legs clamped Watanabe Toru's hand.

　　 "Give me a reason?" Watanabe Toru moved his finger.

　　 "How many times did you think? I'm tired."

　　 "I'll come this time, elder sister, lie down and enjoy."

　　 "No!" Miki Kujo pressed her close body with her hands.

　　 "Why?"

　　 "Inside..."

　　 "What's inside? Sister, I don't understand, teach me quickly."

　　 "If you don't know how to learn by yourself, you are not number one in the country, don't pester me."

　　 "Sister, my sister Miki, a seventeen-year-old girl, how can you say that you can't do it?" Watanabe said with a smile.

　　 "Because it is a girl, that's why...Uh-"

　　 caught off guard, Miki Kujo snorted.

　　 "Watanabe Toru!"

　　 She slapped her hands heavily on his back, making a very loud sound.

　　 Then, the girl's hands slowly changed to stroking.

　　◇

　　 After Valentine's Day, Kamikawa High School entered the final exam season.

　　 Those life winners who received chocolate on Valentine's Day will happily worry about how to return the gift after studying.

　　 After the final exam, school time became redundant and happy.

　　 Except for deciding the second-year sub-subjects based on ‘Liberal Arts and Science and future preparations for national or private examinations’, there’s nothing else to worry about.

　　 As it enters March, the weather is still cold in the morning and evening, but it is getting warmer during the day.

　　 When Toru Watanabe ran in the morning, he found that peach blossoms had already grown buds. Soon after, it was another year of cherry blossom viewing.

　　 At the Human Observation Department after school, Miki Kujo rarely appears.

　　 "Kingye-san, I have been thinking about it for more than 20 days, but I can't think of what to give you in return. Can you tell me directly what you want?"

　　 Opposite the beech wooden table, Rin Kiyano is reading a book.

　　 "Your own business, solve it by yourself, don't ask me all day."

　　 "But don't you feel too cunning?" Watanabe said, "It's also Valentine's Day. Girls only need to give chocolates, but boys return gifts in various ways."

"The complexity of the matter has nothing to do with the quantity. Even if it is chocolate, it is divided into whether it is handmade. Buy it directly, choose what packaging and what flavor; handmade, is it simple to melt and solidify, or add condensed milk, cocoa powder, or mustard. ....."

　　 "Wait." Watanabe Toru raised his hand, "Wasabi?"

　　 Kiyano Rin put down the book, put his hand on his chin, and looked at him: "You haven't eaten?"

　　 "I put it at home." Seeing Rin Kiyano's surprised expression, Watanabe asked, "Is this a disgusting thing?"

　　 "It's not considered a treasure. It's a personal matter, but it's better to eat it."

　　 "You said it's a treasure, how can it be eaten easily."

　　 The club classroom is quiet for a while.

　　 "Watanabe-san..." Rin Kiyono stopped talking.

　　 "What's wrong?" Watanabe Toru asked.

　　 "It will be given every year anyway." Kiyano Rin's voice was very soft.

　　 "Huh? What's a gift?"

　　 Kiyano Rin picked up his schoolbag and stood up: "I will go to the music club. I should stay there for a long time. I will go back directly after the end. Remember to lock the door.

　　 "Wait, you haven't told me what you want in return? It's March 14th!" Watanabe Toru picked up his schoolbag and followed.

　　 Leaving the club classroom, the shouts of the sports club and the sound of instruments in the wind club came faintly.

　　 The two walked side by side in the corridor to the music classroom on the third floor.

　　 "What do you want?" Watanabe Toru asked.

　　 "Oh." Kiyano Rin sighed, "After a while, let's walk around the street by the way. If you find something I like, let you buy it for me."

　　 "That's good. But I use Miki's money to buy you a gift, don't you dislike it?"

　　 "Isn't that better? Use her things on me." Kiyano Rin smiled cheerfully.

　　 "...R San."

"what's up?"

　　 "You really are a bad woman."

　　 "Watanabe-san, I have said that many times, I have never been a good person. Also, I am a girl, a beautiful girl."

　　""

　　 "What are you talking nonsense again?" Kiyano Rin frowned.

　　 It seems that Miss Kiyano, a young writer, is not underestimated.

　　 "Watanabe-kun who reads many books." Without answering R-san's question, T-san praised himself.

　　 When it came to the playing club, Rin Kiyano let Hayami Kaoru called everyone to gather.

　　 Watanabe Toru leaned against the window, looking at the baseball field in the distance.

　　 The coach was yelling at a member of the base runner. Although he couldn't hear him, he was probably ‘idiot! You idiot! 'such as.

　　 The scolded member is used to it, and his sportswear is dirty.

　　 glanced, the members of the wind club joined the group practice room towards the music classroom.

　　 First is the flute & piccolo part closest to the music classroom, then the French horn part...

　　 Finally, Watanabe Toru sees the bass part, and Mai Mai is also in it.

　　 The two looked at each other, and Asuna walked to him calmly, facing Rin Kiyano.

　　 "Senior sister, why are you here?" Watanabe Toru asked.

　　 "Iki-san asked me to instruct the bass part."

　　 After speaking, Mai Asuna seemed to feel that the words were too short and looked cold, so she added:

　　 "On the day of the movie, she told me that it will start after the final exam."

　　 "That's it." Watanabe nodded thoroughly.

　　 "I will come later."

　　 "From now on?"

　　 "I went to college, Saturday and Sunday, and practiced here by the way."

　　 "I can guide you on the oboe, senpai." Watanabe Toru said.

　　 "Yeah." Mai Asuna nodded.

　　 was silent for a while, and she said softly: "After the graduation ceremony, I will move."

　　 "I am looking forward to the graduation ceremony, a formal graduation ceremony, I have never seen it before."

　　 The two stopped talking, and Kiyano Rin took turns to let her listen to her.

　　The first person is the clarinet.

　　 After she finished playing, the other clarinet members would also write down what Rin Kiyono had instructed her.

　　 After all the guidance, Mai Tomorrow continues to instruct the bass part, Watanabe Toru and Kiyino Rin finished their club activities ahead of schedule and are ready to buy Valentine's Day gifts in return.

　　 The sky has started to darken, and street lights and vending machines are on.

　　 The two came to a side street.

　　 There are residential buildings and shops on both sides of the street.

　　 Most of the windows are dark, only a small shop in the distance, bright yellow lights overflowing into the street.

　　The whole street is dim, and the store feels warm like a refuge in a storm.

　　 "Go and see?" Watanabe Toru faced the store.

"Great."

　　 The two did not deliberately chat, but occasionally thought of something, or found something interesting in the shop window around, and only exchanged a few words casually.

　　 The conversation started inexplicably, and ended abruptly.

　　 But the atmosphere has always been very relaxed, even if one person speaks occasionally, the other person doesn't respond.

　　 There were no people on the street, only a middle-aged man walked on the left hand side of the road.

　　 He pushed a bicycle and held the middle of the front with one hand.

　　 The two approached. The shop was a small bookstore that also sold coffee and desserts, or a coffee and dessert shop that also sold books.

　　 "Buy a book?" Watanabe asked ~www.ltnovel.com~No, it's too cheap for you. Kiyano Rin put his hand to his chin, and said solemnly.

　　 Watanabe Toru is a little helpless, and a little funny, such Kiyo Rin is rare.

　　 "What do you want there?" His tone was casual, and it sounded like Rin Kiyono could do anything.

　　 "What is your gift to Kujo classmate?" Rin Kiyano asked.

　　 "Buy the best roses from the Daejeon Flower Market every day, and give them to her as a good morning."

　　 "A lie. But I want this one."

　　 "...No way."

　　 "Reason?" Kiyano Rin asked with a smile, holding his arm.

　　 "How can friends send roses every day?"

　　 "Then you put the rose in the club classroom as a decoration."

"this is okay."

　　 "Watanabe-san, I'm very satisfied if you insist on not giving it to me." Rin Kiyano nodded.

　　 "... Are you testing your believers?"

　　 "That's it." Kiyano Rin said, "If you agree directly, although I..., I will be a little disappointed."

"so troublesome."

　　 "Women are like this."

　　 "Aren't you a girl?"

　　 "A girl is not a woman?"

　　 "What you said is."