Chapter 123 Executive Committee (1)
September 5th, Saturday.
She carefully put on her shirt and pleated skirt, sat on the bed, put the stockings on her legs and adjusted them to a comfortable position. Then, she picked up her schoolbag and SLR camera and left the apartment.
The backpack is a bit heavy, with the books "Storyboard Script Design" and "Master Shot - 100 Advanced Techniques for Shooting Low-Cost Blockbusters" in it.
The air in the early morning is chilly, but although it is already autumn, the temperature has not dropped yet, so it is not cold at all, but rather refreshing.
Instead of going to school, she woke up earlier than usual and planned to look for a suitable spot for filming near Yotsuya Station.
Passing by people walking their dogs, and taking pictures of a motorcycle that was fully loaded and almost overturned while turning, Rin Kiyono smiled.
She had long anticipated that with so much cargo moving at such a fast speed, there was a high probability that it would capsize!
It’s a nice shot of life.
As soon as she went out, she received the goods. With a faint expectation, she approached a narrow alley. The alley was an uphill road with dense steps, and there were residential areas on both sides. She could smell the aroma of fried eggs.
Voices came from across the alley; several elderly people were doing morning exercises.
Because the road was really narrow, she had to stand in the middle of a family's potted plants to give way to the other party.
The old people smiled at her kindly.
"Girls nowadays still know how to be polite."
"That's right, that kid is so uneducated."
"Didn't he say he was from the countryside? It's the same place as Hokkaido."
After watching the old man, who was in high spirits and able to comment on others, disappear around the corner of the alley, Qingye Rin continued to climb the stairs.
Walking out of the alley, the space suddenly opened up and there was a shrine in front of us.
A flock of pigeons were pecking at the sailor's house, and the alley of steps she climbed was located on the left side of the shrine.
Thinking that she might be able to be photographed here, Kiyono Rin walked towards the shrine. When she got closer, she found that there was also a long staircase right in front of the shrine.
In the corner of the top steps, a young man with sweat dripping from his hair was sitting there, drinking a bottle of soda.
Qingye Rin couldn't help but smile and took a picture of the scene with her SLR camera.
His profile bathed in the rising sun was so handsome and delicate that it was hard to breathe; even the sweat that should have been dirty looked cute.
After taking the shot, she strolled over and looked down at him from above.
"Good morning."
The young man sat on the ground without moving. He turned his upper body and raised his head slightly. "I suddenly heard such a beautiful voice. I thought the goddess in the shrine came out. It turned out to be Lord Kiyono."
The boy said this, but his eyes kept looking up at her skirt, so Qingye Rin chose to sit down.
She sat down on the steps, keeping a distance between herself and the boy so as not to expose herself.
"The old man who just passed by was talking about you," said Qingye Rin in an affirmative tone.
"Old man? What old man?"
Lies. After making a subconscious judgment in her mind, Qing Ye Lin continued: "Three old ladies who are probably over 60 years old."
"I didn't see anything at all." The boy looked puzzled. "I heard from the shrine's chief that the pigeons have not been eating well recently. Maybe it's because there are ghosts passing by nearby. Did you see something you shouldn't have seen?"
"I suddenly want to drink some vegetable juice."
"Can you go by yourself this time? I'm very tired. Look how sweaty I am."
"If you're going to be a person who doesn't keep his promises, it's okay for me to go."
“…You are amazing.”
The boy propped himself up on his knees and went to the vending machine to buy vegetable juice.
This was punishment for all the lying he had just been doing.
Kiyono Rin looked into the distance. Telephone poles were crisscrossing the narrow road. The leaves of the trees peeking out from the residential area were fresh green. Two high school girls in kendo uniforms were chatting and walking towards the station.
In the wide-angle mirror at the corner, you can see a red taxi with an 'Adachi' license plate driving away into the distance.
"Give."
"Thank you." Qingye Rin saved the video, put the SLR on her knees, and took the vegetable juice handed to her by the boy.
The two stared at the scenery in the distance for a while, and the boy finished his soda first, breaking the silence.
"Why are you here? Following me?"
Qingye Rin's lips loosened the straw that was gently held in her mouth: "Before you say this, can you please stop your criminal behavior and take your eyes off my legs."
"What are you talking about? I'm just wondering why this part of your socks is wet."
Although it's not the truth, it's not a lie either.
Qingye Rin followed his gaze and saw a few faint water marks on the stockings, the kind that were impossible to see unless you looked very hard.
It must be that when I was giving way to the old man just now, I accidentally bumped into the potted plant that had been sprinkled with water.
"Thank you for your reminder, but please look away with your disgusting eyes."
"Who cares, really? Let's go."
The boy stood up, patted his butt, went down the stairs, and ran away, disappearing at the entrance of the alley.
…
After going back and taking a shower, Toru Watanabe changed into his school uniform and took the bus to school.
Although it was Saturday, he had reasons to go, whether it was a club activity or an executive committee meeting.
It seems that after obtaining the system, he is not as happy as before?
I have a lot of money and a beautiful girlfriend, but I haven't gone out with friends on weekends for a long time. I can't work to earn a stable income, and I can't go home during the summer vacation.
Toru Watanabe glanced at the system that he usually almost ignored. It was reduced to a transparent button.
I hope it can realize my sad mood, and then be more self-conscious next month to get useful items and skills.
Get off the bus, walk up the ramp, and go to school. The morning is still full of wind band training.
After the training, everyone was still reluctant to leave.
"Ah, this is so annoying. Why do we have to perform for thirty minutes at such a critical moment?"
"That's right, the school festival is important, but it's far from enough compared to the national competition."
"The competition is in October, there's simply not enough time!"
"Can't we just perform the competition piece? Do you want to talk to the principal?"
"The Minister has already tried it, and it didn't work."
Everyone complained as they packed up their instruments.
After becoming representatives of Kanto and confirming their participation in the national competition, they became more devoted to music, completely different from before.
When Toru Watanabe first joined the club, he could never imagine that the day would come when he would see them complain about not having time to practice.
From this incident, we can see that Kiyono Rin is a very remarkable person. Of course, his secretary who took the blame is also good and it will be no problem to replace him in the future.
After daydreaming for a while, Watanabe Toru collected his thoughts, pressed the keys with his fingertips according to the rhythm, and simulated the tone in his mind.
At this time, Hayami Kaoru, who had a gentle voice, spoke to him: "Watanabe-kun, what do you think?"
Watanabe Toru kept fingering and said, "Perhaps it is because we entered the national competition that the wind band was asked to perform for 30 minutes."
"Why?"
If it's still as bad as before and wakes up the sleeping people, I believe the people who decide the performance time will not be so stupid as to let them perform for more than five minutes.
Of course, this reason cannot be given.
"After all, Kamikawa is very famous. Every year, many people from outside the school come to visit the cultural festival, especially junior high school students and their parents who are preparing for the high school entrance examination. When I applied for the entrance examination, I also considered the cultural festival as one of the reference factors."
"I see." Hayami Xun nodded, "This is indeed an aspect that needs to be considered. We must work hard on it."
"That's right."
After practicing for a while, thinking it was about time, Watanabe Toru took off his reed and said, "Hayato-senpai, I'm leaving now."
"good."
After Watanabe Toru left, Tamamo Yoshimi leaned over and placed her chin on Hayami Kaoru's shoulder in a familiar manner: "He's gone again."
"As for Watanabe-kun, you should have played the performance piece very well." Hayami Fumio pinched the footer of the music score with her fingers and turned to "Gurenge", which she was not very familiar with.
"That can't be helped." Another girl who played the trombone said, "Watanabe Toru and Kiyono-san are the same. What takes us three hours to do might only take them five or ten minutes. Although those who can enter Kamikawa are very smart, they are the real geniuses."
"Don't think like that." Hayami Xun said, "We should be thankful that they are a team with us, working towards the same goal together. We should hope that they will be even better."
"I can think like this about Kiyono-san, but I will never acknowledge that guy Watanabe Toru." Tamamo Yoshimi puffed out her cheeks, feeling that her defiled butt was feeling strange again.
Hayami Kaoru poked her pretty face with her fingers, which felt adorable.
As soon as Watanabe Toru walked out of the music classroom, he would forget about the wind band and it didn't matter to him what they thought of him.
The school festival's executive committee will begin operations from today.
On the way to the meeting, I could hear noises coming from many places in the school building. Many students came to school on Saturday for the cultural festival.
Arriving at the meeting room that had been notified in advance, Toru Watanabe ignored the gazes of others and sat down in the corner.
The meeting room at Kamikawa High School is different from that in public schools.
The conference rooms in public schools are relatively ordinary for students, while the tables and chairs used for teachers' meetings are very high-end. The area and configuration of the conference rooms at Shenchuan High School are very high-end, whether for teachers or students.
Feeling the softness of the chair, Toru Watanabe took out his mobile phone from his pocket and played a music game out of boredom.
He arrived early and played several games, and only half of the people in the conference room were there.
They gathered in groups of three or four, and male and female representatives from some classes took the opportunity to chat and laugh, as if they were treating the cultural festival as a honeymoon trip.
The female executive committee member of Class 4, Grade 1, has not spoken a word to Toru Watanabe since the beginning of the school year, and is now chatting with friends she met in the club.
As the meeting time approached, more and more people filled the conference room, but still no one spoke to Watanabe Toru.
But it didn’t matter, he was not the only unwelcome guy. There were also several boys and girls who looked like freedom fighters who were also left alone.
The environment became increasingly noisy, and Toru Watanabe frowned slightly, looking forward to the event starting soon.
Just as I was thinking this, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and the noisy chatting sounds suddenly became much quieter.
Kiyono Rin walked in with a stern step, holding a book in her hand.
With her long hair flying and her back straight, no one dared to underestimate her even though they didn't know she was the eldest daughter of the Qingye family.
Kiyono Rin looked around the conference room, and when she saw Watanabe Toru, she was stunned for a moment, then walked straight towards her.
It was not until she walked into the corner that the others began to talk again.
"Ah, it seems we think the same thing." Qingye Rin said condescendingly, with her hand on her chin.
"Are you also wondering if you should go to the bathroom before the meeting starts?"
"..." Qing Ye Lin calmed down a little, "You also came to the executive committee deliberately because you don't want to participate in class activities, right?"
"Don't compare me to you. I came here to get extra points for university recommendations and to fight for my future."
"lie."
After saying this without giving anyone any face, Qing Ye Lin sat down next to Watanabe Toru and opened the "Storyboard Design" to read.
Watanabe Toru glanced at her profile and was also surprised to see Kiyono Rin here.
The two did not talk about the executive committee in the activity room, otherwise they would have come together after the wind band training just now.
However, it is too inappropriate for the female executive members of Class 1 and the male executive members of Class 4 to walk together. Is it really going to develop into an extramarital affair?
If I think about it carefully, it doesn't seem impossible. Equipment, office, even if we both get sponsorship together...
The next moment, Watanabe Toru stopped his delusions.
The conference room fell completely silent, with only the clattering of indoor shoes as the only sound. A strong aura filled the air, as if saying "be quiet, everyone".
Miki Kujo folded her arms and stepped on the floor of the conference room.
That's so weird.
Why would Kujo Miki, who even cut down on time for filming, join the executive committee?
Is he here to catch someone committing adultery?
Watanabe Toru, who has a long history of bad deeds, almost showed a guilty expression.
Fortunately, he has become familiar with Qingye Rin. His shameful deeds have been known to others many times, and his psychological endurance is far beyond that of ordinary people.
Kujo Miki walked over here.
"Miji, it seems like we want to go together." Watanabe Toru took the initiative to greet.
"What are you thinking about?" Miki Kujo sat down beside him, and her legs naturally crossed under her skirt.
"You came to the executive committee on purpose because you didn't want to participate in class activities, right?"
Qingye Rin paused while flipping through the book.
"Because my mother knew I was making a movie and suddenly said she wanted to come and see it, the cultural festival had to be under my control."
"Auntie is coming, so I have to behave well."
"Aunt?" Kujo Miki glanced at Watanabe Toru, "You have to call her mother."
“…”
Qingye Rin rubbed his hands between his eyebrows, feeling like he couldn't concentrate on reading anymore.
Before the person chairing the meeting arrived, Toru Watanabe continued to play the music game, and Miki Kujo supported her chin with her hands, watching him play with interest.
Occasionally, when the music reached its climax and the keys fell like rain, she would use her feet, whose shoes had been taken off at some point, to disturb him in shameless postures under the table.
Whenever Toru Watanabe made a mistake, Kujo Miki would become more interested.
It doesn’t matter whether there are feet or not—false, Watanabe Toru is afraid of being discovered by Kiyono Rin—true, and then he can’t make up an excuse about his liking for legs—also false!
Fortunately, not long after, people from the student union and two activity instructors appointed by the school came into Alibaba.
Aina Koizumi is one of the instructors.
No wonder she promised to let Watanabe Toru be the chairman in her second year of high school.
The teacher and student looked at each other.
"Teacher, protect me!" "Teacher, protect you!" - Watanabe Toru understood the meaning.
Then, Toru Watanabe turned his attention to the student council president, whom he had never met before.
She is not a little girl with the figure of an elementary school student, nor does she have wavy blonde hair, nor does she even have long straight black hair. She is just an ordinary-looking girl.
"Is everyone here? Let's start the meeting now." The student union president spoke without any hesitation in front of so many people.
"Wait." Miki Kujo rested her right hand on the side of her face. Although she was sitting at the bottom, her aura was stronger than the two instructors.
No, it’s even more than the principal who is now nowhere to be found.
The student council president looked at Kujo Miki's posture and frowned uncomfortably: "What's the matter, Kujo-san?"
"According to the procedure, shouldn't we elect the chairman first?" Miki Kujo spoke slowly as if she was talking to a subordinate.
"According to convention, the chairman is the student council president."
"According to the convention? In other words, the school has no clear regulations?"
"No." The student council president paused, "Does Kujo-san plan to serve as the chairman?"
"Can't?"
"It's not impossible, but you are a first year after all, and you don't know as much about Kamikawa High School's cultural festival as the second and third years."
As expected of the student council president, he didn’t talk about ability, nor did he say that the second and third years were not happy to be led by the first years, he only talked about experience.
At this time, many people present nodded in agreement.
Having someone with sufficient experience to organize the event will naturally save time and effort. If the student president has the support of the student union, it will naturally be more convenient.
Miki Kujo stood up and walked upward with her arms folded.
As she moved, the entire conference room became eerily quiet, like the eye of a typhoon.
"Understand? What's the point of that? Following the traditions left by a bunch of incompetent people?"
“……” Toru Watanabe chose to be autistic.
It was known to the whole school that Kujo Miki was his girlfriend. Her arrogance was almost the same as that of Watanabe Toru.
Watanabe Tetsuya adheres to the principle of promoting the capable, but the incompetent people mentioned by Kujo Miki have offended all the seniors who have passed away and have a certain social status in society.
You can look down on the abilities of these people, but there is really no need to offend them. They haven't done anything wrong.
The student council president was obviously angry and said in a bad tone: "Kujo-san, I know your family is rich, but this is a school, I advise you to be more respectful to your seniors."
Kujo Miki wasn't angry at all. She smiled and said, "What's your name? Where does your father work?"
"Wait, wait." Watanabe Toru quickly stood up.
