I Loaded the Love Game

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

"Hmm--" Dissatisfied with being disturbed came from around.

Watanabe looked over and saw Miki Kujo curled up under the quilt, only her head exposed, her messy black hair draped over the quilt and pillow.

"Wake up?" While talking, Watanabe Toru pulled up the quilt again and leaned her upper body on Miki Kujo.

Her body was close to her porcelain smooth skin, and she stroked her still-unwake head with her hand.

As if seeking 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, Watanabe sighed, then lifted the quilt and sat up again.

"What are you doing?" Kujo Miki complained as she stretched out her hand to hug him, and after she forcibly hugged him back under the covers, she pressed her face on his chest with satisfaction.

The soft touch passed to Toru Watanabe through the pajamas.

He patted Kujo Miki's white fragrant shoulders, and said in her ear: "Miki, I'm going to morning exercise."

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

Toru Watanabe couldn't help but stretched out his arm around her waist and squinted for a while, and when the morning light spilled into the room, he knew he couldn't go on like this.

As soon as he turned over, he pressed Kujo Miki under him, and her body was retracted into the quilt.

Miki Kujo's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, lifted her eyelids, her eyes drowsy, and she saw that the quilt on her chest bulged the boss.

"What did you do early in the morning?" She lifted the quilt and complained to the people inside.

"Morning exercises." Watanabe Toru's voice was dull, as if it contained something.

Kujo Miki wanted to raise her head, but the body that had just woke up was too heavy. After struggling, she gave up altogether.

Recovered the quilt, closed his eyes and continued to sleep, putting his fingers into Watanabe Toru's hair.

......

"It's heavy, get up quickly." Kujo Miki strongly patted Watanabe Toru who sniffed her neck.

For reasons of comfort, Watanabe Toru completely put the center of gravity on her. Although it was not the first time, it was really heavy.

"Alright alright."

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

The weather was very good, and the blue sky came into view. He was content and stretched out in a refreshing manner.

The season changes, the bed is getting softer and softer, and getting up early also becomes more painful.

******

"Good morning."

"Good morning, ah~~"

"Did you wake up?"

"Well, I'm exhausted. But, just stick to it for two more days."

The wind club said good morning to each other, chatting, taking out their respective instruments and preparing for practice.

Some members concentrate on practicing the subject song, and "March for Endless Dreams" played by different instruments are mixed together in the music classroom;

In the middle of the classroom, the trombone part and French horn part need to be improved in the ensemble free music;

In the corner, the members of Department B are doing basic exercises seriously.

For the Euphonium part, Mai Mai pulls out the Euphonium tube and pours the condensed water on the tube into the bucket-she has been practicing for a long time.

While doing the cleaning up, she looked at the position of the bassoon & oboe, the oboe hadn't come yet.

Toru Watanabe is not always the second time to come to the music classroom, but he is always the top one, and it is the first time in this situation like today.

"Senior sister, what's the matter?" Yimu Kui noticed Mai's gaze.

Mai Mai shook her head lightly without saying anything.

Watanabe Toru entered the music classroom at 8:30 to start the ensemble.

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

Could it be that the morning exercise in bed is longer than he thought?

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

"Before the ensemble, tune one side. Oboe." Kiyano Rin looked at Watanabe Toru.

Watanabe held the reed in his mouth and blew out a long and precise interval. Other instruments slowly followed, and the resonance made the water in the bottle ripple.

I practiced until 10:15, even if it was already October, and the highest temperature that day was only 20 degrees, even Rin Kiyano, who was the conductor, started to slip sweat on his forehead.

"Thanks for your hard work, let's take a break, and start the second round of practice at ten thirty."

"Yes!"

Toru Watanabe stretched his hands toward the ceiling and stretched out a lot.

"Watanabe-kun, it's too late today. Are you tired of the sports festival?" Hayami Kaoru, who was sitting next to him, asked softly, putting the dark red bassoon on the skirt on his knees.

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

"In this kind of weather, I really want to sleep a little longer." Hayamixun's gaze lingered on his well-defined hand.

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

Kiyano Rin sits by the window, holding chopsticks in one hand, and flipping through the sheet music in his hand. The record player on the side also plays "March to Endless Dreams."

"I said you are too serious," Watanabe Toru sat down in his seat and glanced at the turntable. "Can you really hear where you put it?"

Kiyano Rin sighed and put the broccoli on the chopsticks for a long time into her mouth.

"The free song "The Prosperous Four Seasons" has you solo, it's no problem, but the subject song..." Kiyano paused, "There will be another month before I can reach the level of satisfaction."

"I listened well."

"It's not enough." Rin Kiyano looked at the music score that was full of notes, "At their current level, the level of the national gold is only 70% at most. In case a judge thinks: Kamikawa is the first time attending a national competition, take There is nothing wrong with getting the silver award, and the probability of getting the gold award will be lower."

After listening to her, Watanabe asked curiously: "Our goal... isn't the goal of the Human Observation Department to help the wind club enter the national competition? Of course it's good to get gold, and it doesn't matter if you don't get it. ?"

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

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

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

Watanabe Toru and Kiyino Rin spend most of their time in the club classroom, and they will definitely absorb the carbon dioxide emitted by each other.

Kiyano Rin immediately understood what he meant.

This is to say that she did not give birth to him, nor did she raise him, and that she was not even reimbursed for Krypton money, and she was not qualified to require him to be ambitious.

"The rights of ministers and consultants, need me to explain to you?"

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

Kiyono Rin couldn't bear to close the score, and didn't intend to read it: "You were cleaned up by classmate Kujo last night, causing you to be mentally abnormal?"

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

Kiyano Rin looked at him in surprise, the hand that did not hold the chopsticks against his chin, and said in thought: "It's strange that I didn't bother you."

Seeing Rin Kiyono thinking about himself, Watanabe patted the beech wood table: "R-san, please listen carefully to what other people are saying instead of cheating on your ability."

"Quiet." Kiyano Rin said angrily, "Since just now, you have noisy me listening to music."

"..."

The pointer of the record player fluctuates up and down slightly, and the vinyl record with the lid of a biscuit tin rotates. The characteristic melody of "March to Endless Dreams" overflows from the door of the activity classroom and spreads to the unmanned corridor on Saturday.

"So you can really hear it?"

"Otherwise, what shall I do?"

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

"You really want to beat me?" Kiyono Rin was also taken aback. "I looked down on you, Watanabe student, you have a dream even bigger than winning the national gold for three consecutive years."

"Why is it three years in a row? Too simple, right?"

"How many high school do you want to study?"

"...Isn't it okay to participate in the wind club in my university?" Watanabe was eloquent.

"Let's talk at that time." Kiyano Rin took a sip of rice with his chopsticks without interest.

Although I want to say that I have won the first place in the country in terms of performance, I have already won once, but it is not what I do to care about women and arrogantly in front of them.

The two stopped talking, Watanabe Toru also took out a lunch box as she began to sip her food.

"Do you want fried chicken?" Kiyano Rin tried to ask.

"You don't want to eat?"

"Eating too much will make you fat."

"You're still afraid of getting fat? Don't be kidding." Watanabe Toru said.

"Preliminary is to be established, if not, is to be abolished. T Sang, the first in liberal arts, need me to explain?"

"...Please give me fried chicken, I haven't eaten breakfast today."

Rin Kiyono picked up the fried chicken nuggets on the toothpicks and put them in Watanabe Toru's eel bento box.

Watanabe Toru put the fried chicken in his mouth, and while chewing the chicken, he inadvertently glanced out the window.

The white clouds are inlaid on the blue sky; the tram rumbling past Yotsuya Station and disappearing into the jungle of tall buildings along the railroad tracks.

It was very bright outside, staring into the distance, eyes aching slightly.

The training time of the last day passed in a blink of an eye.

The next day, October 25th, Sunday.

At the end of the morning practice, the wind club took the school bus to Nagoya City in Aichi Prefecture.

It took an unexpectedly long time, leaving at noon and arriving at the scheduled hotel at 4 in the afternoon.

Kamikawa didn't choose an expensive hotel. In order to facilitate the practice before the game, considering the location, a relatively simple hotel with a concert hall was booked.

It is said that in order to do business for hosting participating schools, the money used to renovate the hotel was taken to the repaired concert hall. After the 311 earthquake in 2011, the venue of the competition was changed to the Nagoya International Conference Hall.

Upon arriving at the hotel, everyone spontaneously moved their luggage into the room.

According to the arrangement, girls are allocated to the public store according to the school year. Because of the small number of boys, they are all crowded in one shop.

He took off his shoes and walked into the room covered with tatami mats. Without the girls, the boys instantly became active.

"I sleep in the corner! Don't grab it with me!"

"Oh, I forgot to bring facial cleanser, any of you have it?"

"Will you buy it together later? I didn't bring a toothbrush either."

In addition to life, there are also inseparable topics for girls.

"Watanabe, can you see Rena sister tomorrow?"

"Yes, that's right, we also have to sign this time!"

"You guys, don't scare others." Watanabe Toru quickly took out the mobile phone charger from his bag and charged the phone in the corner.

After playing the game for five hours, the battery of the phone has already turned red, so I switched to the power saving mode to avoid shutting down.

"What does it mean to scare her? We are her fans! Don't do anything!"

"Yes! Watanabe just wants to monopolize Rena sister, right? Such a beautiful girl, you are never allowed to eat alone!"

"I'm talking about you," Watanabe put down the phone and began to pack up, "I adore Sister Rena's trumpet playing skills. You always stare at people's appearance, are you not superficial?"

"Believe in you to have ghosts, you cunning citizen of Iwate Prefecture!"

"Dare to look down upon Iwate Prefecture? Nagata, did you bring poker cards? I will let you know the anger of Iwate Prefecture tonight!"

"Who is afraid of whom? If you lose, go to the girls' dormitory and ask for snacks!"

"Really? Forget it, I will definitely get scolded by the teacher!"

"Just because you will be scolded, it is punished!"

From Rena to the girls’ dormitory at night to ask for snacks, and then discuss the possibility of pretending to go to the wrong bathhouse. If it weren’t for the group’s message to urge them to go to the concert hall to practice, the boys would really treat this as a school trip.

******

Kyoto, Kita Uji, a warm autumn morning.

"Have you confirmed the instruments? Let's go!"

"Alright!" Kumiko responded loudly, speeding up to confirm, and jumping out of the truck.

When she ran to the bus, Rena had already taken a seat for her.

Kumiko sat down beside Rena with her feet curled up, taking off her shoes skillfully, and yawning in her mouth at the same time.

"Is this sleepy?" Rena looked at her in surprise and noticed that tears had begun to flow from the corners of her eyes.

"Yeah." Kumiko replied feebly.

"Did you sleep last night?"

"I'm asleep, but I'm still very sleepy." Kumiko fell down and pressed her head on Rena's big chest.

The bus started slowly and drove towards the North Uji Gate. After getting on the highway, the speed gradually increased.

"Rena."

"Did you sleep?"

"Yeah." Kumiko replied lazily, "What's the matter with Luke looking for you?"

"You know?" Rena said shyly, "I decided to go abroad and want to go to a music university abroad."

"Going abroad?" Kumiko sat up and looked at Rena's eyes under her slender eyelashes.

"It's ~www.ltnovel.com~ but before that, I will go to Tokyo."

"Go to Tokyo? Find revenge from that person?"

Rena was stunned and admired the imagination of her friend: "What does it have to do with that pervert? It is to go to a women's university on the outskirts of Musashino. My father knows the teacher there. It is a school that is famous for English. I will go there. Borrow for a year to prepare for going abroad."

"Go abroad." Kumiko muttered to herself, looking at the car window behind Rena.

The unfamiliar scenery kept changing, and her face on the car window glass was immature and dazed.

For Kumiko, who came to Aichi Prefecture the only time she traveled, overseas and high school graduation are both very remote.

"How about you, Kumiko?"

"There may be no way to go abroad, but I will also go to that women's university. I want to continue to be with Rena." Kumiko retracted his gaze.

Rena's eyes flickered, and she couldn't help holding her friend's face with both hands: "Kumiko doesn't need to do this."

Kumiko shook her head quietly, and put her forehead against Rena's forehead: "After I have learned English well, I can become an English teacher, and then return to Kita Uji to become a consultant in the wind club."

"Well, when I return to China, I will definitely be the judge of the national competition." Rena said.

Kumiko sat up straight and said solemnly: "Remember to hit Kita Uji directly with an A."

"No." Rena refused without thinking, and said: "Unless Kumiko, you came to me the night before."

The two laughed in low voices and leaned their heads together.

"It's silly."

"No, we will definitely realize this kind of future."

"Well, Rena says it will happen, then it will definitely happen."

"I'm stupid, I'm not a god, I still have to work hard."

"If there is a **** in the world, it must be Rena." Kumiko rubbed his cheek against Rena's face.