I Loaded the Love Game

The aisle leading to the Grand Concert Hall was filled with solemn silence.

Pushing open the soundproof door, everyone from Kamikawa High School came to the back of the stage.

The stage is full of dazzling glare, which is the opposite of the dark backstage. From behind the curtain, you can see the playing school and part of the auditorium.

Kujo Miki sat in the VIP area, her head resting on her hands, her expression casual. When a ticket was hard to find, a large area was vacant around her.

"Komatsu-senpai is still the same as before, the same as before the last Kanto contest, saying that nothing can be lost to other schools." Watanabe Toru turned his head and looked at Kiyono Rin who was standing next to him.

Kiyono Rin said softly: "It's not just her, but after my observation, most of Kamikawa's students are like this. They are used to the concept of'or don't do it, you must do it well'."

"Well, it makes sense, you are such a person."

"Use excellent to describe me?" Kiyano looked at him dissatisfied.

"Perfect, you are perfect."

Rin Kiyano turned her head ‘this is almost the same’ and continued to watch the performance on the stage.

Toru Watanabe stared at her profile and tied her hair into **** for the game.

"What are you looking at?" Kiyano frowned as he noticed his gaze.

"Sure enough, all hairstyles for pretty girls are cute."

"...It's just the appearance, what can I say." Rin Kiyano turned his head, "Please pay attention to my performance, sports, art, etiquette, and my spiritual invulnerability."

"Spiritually impeccable, um—"

"Do you have any questions, Toru Watanabe-san?"

"No, I just think you are really cute."

"Are you looking down on me?" Kiyano Rin raised his arms and looked at Watanabe Toru with a sneer.

"No, how could I underestimate you."

"A lie." Kiyano Rin's face completely cold, "I looked down on you, Watanabe-san, I didn't expect you to be so ignorant."

"It's also cute in men's suits."

"I'm talking to you..."

"Even if it's angry, it's cute."

Rin Kiyono took a deep breath and said sharply, "I'll tell you again, Watanabe-san, this superficial thing is not worth mentioning."

"The inhalation sound is cute, the lips when talking is cute, the angry eyes are cute, the gesture of holding the arm is cute, and the blinking quickly when shy is cute..."

"Shallow." Kiyano Rin loosened the hands holding his arms, pressed her lips tightly, staring round her eyes, "I'm not satisfied with the solo performance later, you will be good-looking when I return to Tokyo!"

She snorted coldly and turned around completely, not even leaving her side face to Toru Watanabe.

But today, by coincidence, she rolled her long, straight and soft hair that was as bright as lead powder into balls, so her delicate and white ears were exposed.

Watanabe looked at his crystal-red ears and listened carefully to Kiyano Rin's breathing in the dark, with inexplicable emotions in his heart.

However, he turned his gaze to the auditorium, the oboe in his hand exuding a black luster.

No matter how cute Kiyono Rin is, his music is played for Miki Kujo.

"...R-san, you must be a god?"

"To shut up."

******

Pushing open the huge door leading to the stage, the sound of the high school performance that was being performed suddenly poured into my ears.

Unlike the Kyoto Contest and the Kansai Contest, once it reaches the national competition, no school is weak, and they are all well-known schools that are strong in wind music.

‘But, don’t be afraid. Kita Uji is one of the 29th team and is a strong school in wind music! Kumiko swallowed while holding the upper tone low.

The men from Kita Uji entered the backstage filed. There is already a school ready to play here. It is Kanto's representative Kamikawa High School.

A private school with a deviation value of the top ten percent in the country.

A few students have brilliant minds, some are hard-working and scary, and the rest are clever and hard-working guys.

In Ye Yue's words, the last kind of person was too disgusting and didn't give ordinary people a chance at all.

They were dressed in neat black uniforms, and their faces were calm and solemn, like well-trained troops.

Kumiko looked for a corner and felt it was difficult to breathe, and her heart thumped and thumped fast.

She closed her eyes, and there was a bottomless darkness.

"Don't be too nervous." The calm voice was mixed with the footsteps, reminding her in a low voice.

Kumiko opened his eyes and nodded silently to Watanabe who was walking over.

"Are you confident?" Watanabe Toru asked.

"Is there any..." Kumiko didn't know either.

"You must be fine."

Kumiko looked at him in surprise: "Why do you say that?"

"Now, here, at the Nagoya International Conference Hall, there are some great people. Including Kita Uji, there are also many people with great playing skills, such as the oboe, and another bass player, and your good friend Rei Chennai is even more beautiful and powerful."

"What's the reason?" Kumiko sighed with nothing to say.

"However, the guys I just mentioned are not in my eyes. As for Kita Uji, only Kumiko is qualified to be my friend. This is the reason why you must be fine."

"Why?" Kumiko asked softly.

It's weird. Is it because of the upcoming competition? Obviously Watanabe Toru was talking about her respected senior and Rena's bad things, but she was not angry at all.

Or is it because Watanabe sees himself as a friend?

Going to Tokyo to study alone and doing hard work, there is a girlfriend who makes the organizers vent their anger and dare not speak loudly. He can get the first place in the country without any effort. The appearance is impeccable and is definitely a typical example of standing above everyone. Such people treat her as a friend.

Even Rena, who was shining in her eyes and regarded as a treasure, was not seen by him, but she could.

"You, I," Watanabe pointed at her, then at himself, "the same kind of people."

"How did you tell?" Kumiko wanted him to say more.

In her previous life, she has always been said to be a good child and gentle, but she has never had this kind of recognition, and she has a full sense of pride in her heart.

"This kind of thing is like carved on the forehead, you can understand it at a glance."

Kumiko glanced at Watanabe's forehead. This man has no dead ends and is handsome, but there is no lettering.

She gave a confused look.

"How can I explain it to you..." Watanabe thought for a while, and wrinkled a light wrinkle between his eyebrows. "For example, if I am, then you, Kumiko Hwang, is ."

"No," Kumiko was stunned. "The range is too different, right? Yeah, anyhow!"

Watanabe was noncommittal about Kumiko's complaint, and said with a chuckle, "How is it, are you still nervous?"

"...So you are comforting me, what you said just now is fake?" Kumiko said with dissatisfaction.

She carefully realized that her tight body did relax unconsciously.

"How is it possible? Who in Shinjuku doesn't know, Toru Watanabe's greatest virtue is honesty."

"Who believes you!"

"Well, this is absolutely true, don't lie to you."

Just as Kumiko was about to say something, the audience applauded suddenly in front of the curtain—the performance of the previous high school was over, and it was Kamikawa's turn.

Kumiko's emotions just relaxed, suddenly tense again.

She looked at Watanabe Toru worriedly, but what she saw was an unmoved face.

Kumiko has never seen such a confident expression on anyone in all the competitions he has participated in so far.

Toru Watanabe stretched out his fist at her.

Kumiko looked at that fist for a while, then suddenly remembered that she knocked her much smaller fist lightly.

"I'm going."

"Well, come on!"

"Appreciate my performance, Kumiko, the next performance will never happen before, and it will never happen in the future."

Toru Watanabe walked away with the oboe and sheet music, and together with the people from Kamikawa High School, stepped onto their stage.

Kumiko, who was left alone, closed her eyes again.

In the bottomless darkness, light particles float under thin eyelids.

‘No problem, I am now omnipotent. ’

"Kumiko." Rena came over, "Let's get closer, I want to see the guy's strength."

Kumiko opened her eyes and responded softly: "Yeah."

The two walked to the curtain.

There are already full of people here, there are people like Luhui who like to listen to performances, and there are also classmates who are idiots watching handsome guys or idiots watching beautiful women.

Looking at the stage exposed to the strong light, Kumiko's heart thumped again, but she was no longer nervous, she was full of expectations for the future, and she couldn't wait to perform on stage.

Now I can blow perfectly even the difficult transitional syllables!

"Next, the number 9 is represented by Kanto, and students from the flute department of Tachi Kamikawa High School in Tokyo will play for everyone."

The various voices of Kamikawa High School sat in the prescribed positions, filled with notes of music scores long ago, and placed them on the black music stand.

"The designated piece is the fourth piece, the free piece was composed by Hideaki Kawa, and the conductor was Rin Kiyano."

With the end of the news, the auditorium plunged into darkness, and only the spotlight on the stage was still on, and the white light was shining on the black uniform of Kamikawa High School.

The commander, the commander who was the same age as them, looked at everyone's faces one by one.

She raised the baton with her slender fingers, and the rest of Kamikawa raised the musical instruments in their hands neatly like soldiers with handsome flags.

Kumiko couldn't help holding onto the hem of her skirt.

Then, the baton swung down.

In an instant, neatly drawn notes gush out from the horn of the instrument, without a trace of impurities.

The trumpet is powerful, the percussion is running forward, the brass clank clanks, the bass drum roars loudly, the snare drum is like thunder, and the sound is continuous...

The constant collision of sound and sound, the main melody is complex and shocking.

Suddenly, the beautiful melody of the flute was blowing like a night breeze, and the intense performance was slowly surrendered, followed by a lingering tone like a euphonium of love songs.

The notes overlap with the notes, and the connection is seamless.

Although the Euphonium is more used to set off, increasing the quality of the flute like a simmering fire, the sound is too beautiful, too transparent, and too warm.

That is the most beautiful euphonium sound Kumiko has ever heard.

As the same as the bass horn, she couldn't help but look over. There were two bass players in Kamikawa, and only one girl with an indifferent expression was playing at this time.

She did not look at the music score, nor did she look at the conductor. Following her gaze, she looked at Kamikawa's oboe player.

It was Watanabe, just thinking about it, the court suddenly quieted down.

Kumiko quickly looked at the conductor. Rin Kiyono put down his hands and nodded lightly to the oboe.

"I give the solo timing to the performer himself!" Aside, Rena couldn't help but whispered in surprise.

Kumiko was surprised.

Rena is Kita Uji's trumpet soloist, but she is so strong that she can act as a soloist in the first grade, and she has to follow the conductor's arrangement when she starts.

Solo works with everyone, not everyone with her.

The silence continued, filling the concert hall.

The air gradually became anxious, and a few viewers even started talking in low voices.

But when Watanabe completely held the reed and breathed into the oboe, there was only a trace of melancholy melodious melody left in the world.

The notes that seem to extend to the ends of the world, drive away all anxiety and anxiety, and fill every inch of space in the concert hall.

Everyone's heart beats violently, shaking the tympanic membrane.

The tone made Kumiko intoxicated as always, resonated tremendously, and shook her heart.

In a trance, a blue bird hatched from the oboe.

She grew up slowly, stretched her wings lazily, adapted to her body, then spread her wings, whispered and flew.

In response to her call, all the clarinets made a sound together, and the gold pipes gathered behind, following the blue bird like a flock of birds.

but.

Just when everyone was overwhelmed by the ensemble fans and was swallowed by the torrent of sound, the blue bird suddenly uttered an arrogant cry.

This sound broke through the air, breaking the coordination of the ensemble, and forcibly piercing into their eardrums, whether they wanted it or not.

The audience, the judges, Kita Uji in the background, and everyone who watched the live broadcast on TV, watched this scene on the stage dumbfounded:

Whether the clarinet or the gold tube, all were abandoned by the blue bird, she danced alone, flying higher and higher, higher and higher, the light began to shine, and the colors gradually became colorful.

When she hovered in the concert hall and everyone bathed in her brilliance, everything, everything, was convinced.

Kumiko felt that her brain was about to be melted away.

******

"Representatives of schools, please come to the stage and line up."

I haven't reacted yet. I don't know when the awards will begin. The sound of the oboe still remains on everyone's tympanic membrane.

A whole row of golden trophies, shining brightly under the stage lights, more and more aroused everyone's desire.

"Number One, representative of Hokuriku, Yiyan Commercial High School, Bronze Award."

A disappointed sigh came from a certain corner, but no one cared about them.

"No. 4, Kanto representative, Tokyo Metropolitan Komazawa High School, gold medal!"

"Ah--" The boys' roar was mixed with girls' sharp voices and joyous cries.

The schools that are still waiting for the results have a pale face. The gold award accounts for only 30%. The more schools, the smaller their chances.

"No. 5, Kyushu representative, Qingliang Girls' High School, gold medal!"

Two consecutive golds.

Qingliang Girls rushed and jumped, the girls' legs under the skirts, the girls hugging each other, the scenery that usually makes people look at it, but now no one cares.

"No. 6, Kanto representative, Tokyo Metropolitan Katakura High School, gold medal!"

Cheers were thunderous.

The sound hit the heads of all the remaining school students.

Three consecutive golds.

Although knowing that this is not subject to human control and will not give silver or bronze the next one just because the gold awards are close together, the number seven is already desperate, and some female members can't help crying.

The faces of everyone at Kamikawa High School are also ugly.

Representative of Kanto, there are already two gold awards. Will the last one give gold awards?

Would any judges be uncomfortable with Kanto's strength, or think that Kamikawa entered the national competition for the first time and just gave a silver award?

"No. 7, representative of the four countries, high school affiliated to the university of four countries, bronze award."

The people at the high school affiliated to Shikoku University concealed their faces sadly, and some boys gritted their teeth as if they hated him for uselessness.

On the stage, Komatsu Misaki's hands were cold, and the agitation of his heart spread through the bones throughout his body, and his feet began to numb.

Behind her, Mai Mai's lips pressed into a line.

"No. 8, representative of Tohoku, Hinodesawa High School in Iwate Prefecture, silver medal."

Breathing heavier and heavier, Komatsu Misaki watched as the Hinodesawa High School representative satisfactorily accepted the trophy and awards.

If Kamikawa only won the silver award, she would never forgive herself.

Kamikawa, the school where graduates did not enter the imperial university and are embarrassed to participate in the alumni association will never allow them to go all out and lose to other schools!

"No. 9, Kanto representative, Tokyo Metropolitan Kamikawa High School..."

Everyone in Kamikawa couldn't help holding their breath.

The girl folded her hands and prayed with her eyes closed. The boy did not blink his eyes, clenched his fists, and stared at the emcee who announced the result.

In the silent venue, the emcee's awe-inspiring voice sounded:

"Gold Award!"

"what--"

"Gold Award! Gold Award! Gold Award!"

"Senior——!!!" The school girl rushed into the arms of the same voice school sister~www.ltnovel.com~Don't cry, we are the gold medal! Don't cry...Ah! "Consoling, the senior sister herself couldn't help crying loudly.

When he heard the result, Komatsu Misaki felt like she was going to fall.

The sound went away, the scenery was still, and that short second was stretched hundreds of times in length. Under the stage, the screams of everyone hugging each other were as far away as a dream.

That's great, it's really great.

"Misaki." Mai Mai said softly.

"Yeah." Komatsu Misaki tried hard to hold back her tears, and walked forward with Mai Mai with her head high, and received the trophy and certificate.

The calm voice of the emcee continued through the microphone.

"On the tenth, Kansai representative, Kita Uji High School, Kyoto Prefecture, bronze medal."

......

"I always feel that taking pictures is not enough!"

"Senior sister, what else do you want to do? It's so troublesome, we just want to hurry up and eat a big meal!"

"When you rushed into my arms and cried, you didn't have this attitude!"

"You're so long-winded! I'm about to become an old woman!"

"Alright, Ichinose, what else do you want to do?"

"Um...ah, I thought, let's make a video and sing the school song! Save it in the wind club!"

"Hey—the square is full of people, and singing the school song is too shameful!"

"That's it! No way, no way!"

"1, 2, 3, sing!"

"Wait, wait, I'm not ready yet! What's the first sentence?!"

"Yutani Hills, the school building skipped by the crow, our alma mater, Kamikawa!"

"..."

People passing by stopped and watched these high school students, their cheerful singing roaming in the autumn dusk of Nagoya.

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