I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

The so-called talent only accounts for a small part. You must know that even a young girl like Nakazawa Shiori has more than ten years of waltz and ballet skills, let alone others.

The reason why the proud Miss Arakawa can stand in the C position of the dance group with a shining posture like a morning star is inseparable from her hard training.

It is precisely because of Arakawa Kotoyuki's existence that the girls in the dance group will try not to be left behind and try to catch up with her back. To a certain extent, Tomikawa Kuroma is very grateful to this popular eldest lady.

"By the way, why haven't Arakawa-san come back yet? It won't take more than a few hours to buy some clothes, right?"

"Arakawa-kun is not the type to leave everyone behind. How strange."

"Look, it's Uma-san, Arakawa-san, and that geisha girl."

"Eh? What's wrong with Ryoko Nagayama's face?"

"Looks like he's injured? It's so scary. Someone hit me on the face during the Art Awards. If it were me, I would definitely collapse."

A girl with good eyesight saw the injury on Ryoko Nagayama's cheek from a distance and said sympathetically.

"I've been waiting for a long time, and I encountered some trouble."

Wuma Xingjin returned to the meeting point at the hotel and immediately apologized to Morimiya Megumi who was worried about him.

After being lectured by Morimiya Megumi, Uma Hoshizu, Miyaguchi Masaharu and others carried luggage such as musical instruments onto the bus. By the time everything was packed, it was already 03:30 in the afternoon.

In the lively atmosphere, Yuan Qingxue faced the coast and stood alone beside the stone embankment at half waist height, holding a small manual. There seemed to be a vacuum around him, which made him look out of place.

Yuan Qingxue seemed to be aware of the sight, closed the manual, and said to the wide and empty seaside walk below:

"How long are you going to watch?"

Wuma Xingjin was startled. Did the minister have eyes behind his back?

"I am back."

"Ah."

As expected, the answer was still cold.

"Let's go."

Because Kamakura faces the sea and has a beautiful scenery, which is more suitable for relaxing before the game, the school board arranged for the Hachioji contestants to stay here.

The Tokyo Autumn Art Prize semi-final venue is in Kanagawa Ward, north of Kamakura and Yokosuka. From here to Kanagawa, it only takes ten minutes if the road conditions are good.

When the boys and girls got on the bus, the bus's engine roared and they set off on the road to Kanagawa District.

Ryoko Nagayama tried her best to put on makeup in the car to cover up the red and swollen palm prints on her cheeks, but it didn't help. No matter how thickly she applied makeup, she could still see the red mark that contrasted sharply with her white jade skin.

"With such an injury... it would be too difficult to compete with Kamijou Shinji!"

Arakawa Kotoyuki snorted heavily and said angrily.

"I have no problem." Ryoko Nagayama's nails dug deeply into her palms, and she suppressed her grievance and taunted: "Compared to me, you should worry about yourself."

"The Osaka Luming High School you are facing also has a star player. That Jumonmon Yumatori has been very famous since the auditions. There are posters of her in the streets."

Arakawa Kotoyuki straightened her chest, pushed a few strands of hair behind her back, and said easily:

"As long as I'm a little more serious, this will be a piece of cake."

"And my promotional carousel was also on the subway during the audition."

"Besides, this is Kanagawa, hum, I will definitely win and show everyone."

Seeing Arakawa Kotoyuki in high spirits, Ryoko Nagayama was sincerely happy for her.

"Why did you come to the Tokyo Autumn Art Awards?"

"Of course it's to revive the Arakawa Group, but also for money."

Arakawa Kotoyuki answered almost without thinking.

Ryoko Nagayama felt very strange. It was understandable before, but what the hell is it for money?

No matter how depressed she is, as the eldest lady Arakawa, Kotoyuki Arakawa can't possibly be short of money, right?

“Every day we are approaching adults we don’t want to be.

Don’t you think the Tokyo Autumn Art Festival is great?Let the short-lived youth bloom with the most wonderful colors on this stage. Even if everything comes to an end, our sweat, hard work, and countless encounters will always be fixed in this moment. "

"And, I don't want to be left behind by Wuma-kun and Qingxue-chan..."

Arakawa Kotoyuki lowered her eyes, feeling a flash of loneliness as she spoke.

"Let's not talk about it anymore. I did stability training on my ankle in the room yesterday. It's still a little sore. I really want someone to help me press it."

"Why don't you ask Wuma Xingjin to help you?"

"This, how is this possible!"

"I think you two are dating."

Nagayama Ryoko seemed to be asking but not questioning, asking questions like a test.

The topic changed quickly, and Arakawa Kotoyuki denied Nagayama Ryoko's speculation like a rattle:

"It's just a Wuma Jun. It's 10 years too early for him to become an official boyfriend."

Arakawa Kotoyuki stretched her ankles, wrapped in socks, like a packaged milk ice cream. She wanted to make people eager to peel it open and taste it, but only a pervert would have such an idea.

"Aren't the Wuma Bugs afraid of your own eye cramps?"

Yuan Qingxue kicked Wuma Xingjin's heels, took out a wet wipe from the storage bag of the armchair and wiped the uppers of her round-toe, low-heeled leather shoes.

As he bent down, a light but tangible scent of camellia escaped from his hair and gently brushed the tip of Wuma Xingjin's nose.

"Based on your relationship, even if you ask to touch Arakawa Kotoyuki's calves and feet, you will at most get scolded, but you will still agree in the end."

"Sometimes I really want to crack your head open and see if it's all yellow waste."

"Ahem..." Wu Ma Xingjin coughed twice to cover up the embarrassment of being discovered, and said righteously:

"I, Wuma Xingjin, have never liked jade feet. After all, jade feet will only harm myself."

"But people have to find beauty in life, and I often say that pursuing beauty is human instinct... I want to say that this is completely force majeure."

Yuan Qingxue's cold and pleasant face showed a trace of relaxation. She lifted the hem of her skirt to reveal her perfectly proportioned calves. At the same time, she stood on tiptoe with one foot showing ridicule.

"So Wuma Bugs, why are you looking like a boar seeing corn right now?"

The girl's almost transparent skin was pale with pity, like a stunning piece of jade, but she couldn't help but worry about what would happen to an overly perfect existence.

But at least at this moment, Wu Ma Xingjin thought that if Venus really existed, it would probably be nothing more than this.

Wuma Xingjin grabbed his head with both hands, forced his head to face the scenery flowing backward outside the car window, and said duplicitously:

"Minister, stop joking, this trick doesn't work on me."

"Ah."

Yuan Qingxue's curved mouth had a touch of contempt.

"You are the most despicable member I have ever seen. It's hard to believe that you were allowed to join the club at that time."

Wuma Xingjin had long been accustomed to Yuan Qingxue's vicious tongue. It would be better to say that being scolded by a beautiful girl like the minister felt as easy as squeezing an abscess on his body.

Suddenly, Yuan Qingxue seemed to have come into contact with something disgusting, and she quickly distanced herself from Wuma Xingjin, her eyes filled with shock at his unreasonable thoughts.

"Um, I should have taken a shower last night."

Wuma Xingjin smelled the clothes on his body and found that there was no strange smell.

"Single-celled algae organisms don't need to understand my reasons for doing this."

The scenery along the way is whizzing by like youth. Gradually, the camellias along the river embankment fill the entire field of vision. This is not the first time I have set foot on this familiar shore scenery.

Wu Ma Xingjin turned around and blinked at Arakawa Kotoyuki, who tilted his head and looked puzzled. He didn't react until he saw the lush camellias blooming on both sides of the river.

The two had agreed before that they would come back when the hydrangea flowers were in full bloom. Unexpectedly, the planned trip to Kanagawa was moved forward.

As the wheels of the bus rolled, the end of the journey was getting closer and closer.

Going all the way north along the long driveway, you can see a dense crowd of people on the roadside, squeezing in and taking photos around the school bus that has arrived in advance. A large number of security guards in uniforms are trying to maintain order and prevent them from getting too excited. Fans attacked the vehicle and an accident occurred.

"Look! The students from Hachioji High School are here."

"Is it the dark horse of this year, Hachioji High School, who just defeated all the opponents from the auditions and won the three groups of entries?"

"Hey, it seems you understand it very well."

"Hahaha, there are all programs about art appreciation on TV. Who doesn't know this information?"

"But it's really surprising. I didn't expect that this class could actually break the curse of prejudice. You must know that the schools that can stand on this stage are all strong schools from the past without exception."

"There must be some unknown stories among them, such as defeating powerful enemies one after another through bonding, friendship, etc. Just thinking about it makes people excited!"

"Today is the semi-finals, and tomorrow is the finals. Isn't it a bit urgent? You must know that the interval between promotions was as long as a month."

"Hush, I heard from the grapevine that the Art Awards officials don't seem to want to delay the event, so they decided to end it in these two days."

"It's so strange. It's a bit unlike something an art award official would do."

"Yes, I feel strange too, as if someone has forcefully changed the rules."

When the process reached the semi-finals, only two venues were left, one in Kanagawa and the other near Takadanobaba in Tokyo.

The Kanagawa venue is located on the edge of Kishine Park and is large enough to accommodate 8000 people, only slightly smaller than the Tokyo Dome.

Even so, it is difficult for even ordinary idol groups to apply for a performance slot from the organizer.

As one of the contestants of the Art Prize, Kaguhime Ansuiji was at the venue at Takadan Racecourse, which made Homa Seitsu, who was looking forward to defeating her, a little regretful.

Nakazawa Shiori was lying by the car window, curious about the baby and looking out:

"Do you have a support card for me, Shiori-sama..."

"Wait a minute, why are they all katakana, can only a ghost understand it?"

"And there are a lot of support signs that say "Miss Arakawa is the best in the world". It seems like they are all locals."

The girls in the dance group all looked at Kotoyuki Arakawa. It should be said that she is Arakawa-san. She is a very popular character at the high school level no matter where she is.

But it’s not bad for me to be a companion with Arakawa-san like him.

As contestant cameramen, Nakaichi Rika and Oshimura Mayuko turned on the camera after getting permission, and pointed the camera at Arakawa Kotoyuki and Uma Hoshizu. As soon as their appearance appeared in the Art Appreciation Channel section, thousands of people poured in instantly. audience.

There is a fee to subscribe to a player's channel, and the longer the live broadcast, the higher the player's share.

Therefore, there are many cash-strapped contestants who turn on their phones 24 hours a day, which not only makes more money, but also allows them to inadvertently record suitable sliced ​​material.