Chapter 132 Cultural Festival (End)
On the second day of the cultural festival, Toru Watanabe didn't go anywhere.
He found a place in the executive committee office where the sun didn't shine, and sat there from morning till evening, rereading Don Quixote in the original Spanish.
Because Kujo Miki's requirements were very strict when preparing for the cultural festival, no unexpected incidents occurred on the day of the cultural festival.
"Leave."
Toru Watanabe came back to his senses from the world in the book and looked at Kujo Miki with a little confusion.
"Closing ceremony." Kujo Miki explained simply.
"It's already this late?" Toru Watanabe looked out the window. After the typhoon, the gentle sun was hanging red in the west.
He closed the book, stretched his body, and groaned, "Well, let's go."
Miki Kujo glanced at the table and saw the tie that Toru Watanabe had taken off.
Watanabe Toru noticed her look and responded, "I almost forgot."
If he doesn't wear a tie, the discipline committee member who has a grudge against him will definitely give him trouble without any hesitation.
For the sake of convenience, Toru Watanabe picked up the tie without putting down the book in his hand , but he couldn't tie it properly after struggling for a while.
"Can't you just put the book down?" Kujo Miki said with disdain.
"This is called even the wisest man can make mistakes, and it is rare to be ignorant in life." Although he said this, Toru Watanabe was already ready to put the book down.
Without waiting for him to move, Kujo Miki ordered in a cold voice: "What are you talking about? Come here."
Toru Watanabe walked over, and Miki Kujo first raised his shirt collar with both hands, and then carefully tied his tie.
He could smell her sweet scent and her delicate fingers occasionally brushing the skin of his neck. Toru Watanabe couldn't help but put his free hand around her waist.
Miki Kujo raised her eyes slightly, glanced at him, and said nothing.
Toru Watanabe measured the width of her waist with his hands. His hands were very big, and Kujo Miki's waist was probably about the size of his palm.
After measuring the waist, he put his fingertips into the waistband of his pleated skirt and was about to go deeper when he was kicked in the foot.
In this case, Toru Watanabe had no choice but to move his position upwards.
He traced the graceful lines of the spine with his hands, and just as he touched the bra strap, he was kicked in the foot.
"Be honest."
"yes."
He kept his hands on the buttons of his underwear until Kujo Miki tied his tie.
"Okay." Kujo Miki adjusted the tightness of her tie and looked at him and said, "If you want to touch me so much, come to my place tonight."
"Meiji, I want to discuss something with you."
"What?"
"You know, my future dream is to become a fashion designer."
"When did it happen?"
"That's not the point." Watanabe Toru leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Tonight, please support my dream."
“I see.”
"How is it?" Watanabe Toru said expectantly.
Kujo Miki gave him a meaningful smile and looked at him with a smile: "No problem. But to be fair, I will wear whatever you wear first."
"No, I want to be a women's clothing designer. I don't fit in."
Miki Kujo pushed him away. If she let Toru Watanabe continue to touch her, the buttons of her bra might break.
As she walked out of the meeting room, she said, "Whether you want to be a women's wear designer or want me to wear the uniform to satisfy your interest, it's fine, but you wear it first."
"That won't work. What if I wear it and you don't?" Toru Watanabe followed.
"Whether you believe it or not, the decision is up to you." Kujo Miki said indifferently.
"…Let me think about it."
Before Toru Watanabe decided whether to take the gamble, the two had already arrived at the gymnasium.
There were activities before the closing ceremony. At this time, there were bursts of noise coming from the front desk. I don’t know which club was singing.
Kujo Miki looked around and asked, "How many shows are left?"
"There's only one left." One of the executive committee members answered, appearing out of nowhere.
"What happened along the way?"
"Nothing happened. Everything went according to your arrangement, Chairman. It went smoothly."
"Then why is there still one group that hasn't gone on stage yet?" Miki Kujo's tone suddenly turned cold.
The man's voice trembled uncontrollably: "The light music department asked the instructor to ask for a temporary performance on stage. After the teacher agreed, he asked me to tell the chairman that I didn't have time to go."
Kujo Miki stopped talking.
Of course it’s not because I’m afraid of my instructor.
In her opinion, it was absolutely unforgivable that her subordinates dared to change her orders just because she was a mere instructor.
She didn't speak, and the entire backstage fell silent.
In addition to the executive committee members who had long known how powerful Kujo Miki was, Toru Watanabe noticed that the girls and boys from the light music club who were preparing to go on stage were already nervous, and now their faces turned pale.
The waves of sound on the stage, although only separated by a curtain, now seemed to be coming from the water, and seemed very dull.
The silence lasted for a while, and then Kujo Miki slowly spoke: "Which instructor?"
"Teacher Koizumi Aona."
"Meiji, forget it, it's not a big deal." Watanabe Toru pushed her shoulders and asked her to sit on a stool. "It will only take ten minutes at most. I'll give you a pat on the back and it will be over."
Of course, Toru Watanabe was not speaking for the light music club. He was worried that Kujo Miki would suddenly say, "Call Koizumi Aona for me." What should she do then?
However, Aona Koizumi is too easy to talk to students, although this is also her strength.
As Toru Watanabe pinched Miki Kujo's shoulders a few times, the backstage atmosphere gradually surfaced and merged with the front stage again.
The light music department’s performance was indeed outstanding, and it was obvious that they had put in a lot of effort in preparation. No wonder they wanted to perform in front of the entire school at the end of the performance.
After they finished their performance, Miki Kujo came on stage with the microphone and the list of winners, and Toru Watanabe followed behind her, holding the trophy.
Upon seeing the two, the students who filled the gymnasium began to murmur among themselves, and one could vaguely hear things like 'from the movie' or 'as handsome or cute in real life'.
After presenting the 'Fun Award', 'Creativity Award' and 'Intelligence Award', the next awards were the most valuable 'Popularity Activity Award' and 'Most Profitable Activity Award'.
"Winners of the Popularity Event Award and the Most Profitable Event Award," Kujo Miki glanced at the list of winners, "Human Observation Department."
There was applause from the audience, which was quite enthusiastic and there were not many doubts.
Kiyono Rin walked onto the stage, without any modesty as an award presenter, and stood in front of Kujo Miki with dignity.
The two of them stood face to face for three seconds before Kujo Miki smiled a faint smile without any hint of mirth: "Congratulations , Kiyono-san."
"This is the credit of the entire Human Observation Department, and we must thank the Wind Orchestra for their help." Qingye Rin simply didn't even smile.
Kujo Miki kept smiling: "Who do you think contributed the most to this?"
Qing Ye Lin turned his gaze to Watanabe Toru, who no longer had the trophy in his hands, and said with a smile: "Watanabe-san, what do you think?"
“…”
Toru Watanabe thought his opinion was completely unimportant and he didn't want to make any comment on the matter.
But now, the two young ladies put on an attitude of "If you don't speak, we won't continue", and there are all the teachers and students in the school, a total of more than a thousand people watching...
"Since you're asking me, then of course I'm the one who deserves the most credit," Watanabe Toru said matter-of-factly, "I'm sure everyone went to see the movie and voted for us because I'm handsome, right?"
There was a burst of laughter from below.
Someone shouted, "We're going after the heroine! Who are you?"
"That's it! Shame on you!"
"Watanabe-kun, I voted because of you! I like you the most!"
"I support the director! And Kiyono-san is also in charge of the script, so she deserves the most credit!"
There were boos and there were supports, but everyone was just joking and no one was deliberately targeting Watanabe Toru, who had an extremely bad reputation.
Miki Kujo looked at Rin Kiyono deeply and did not bother her anymore.
After Kiyono Rin stepped down from the stage with the two trophies, she said a few more words, and Watanabe Toru's first Kamikawa High School Cultural Festival came to an end.
The next day, September 27th, Wednesday, school went as usual.
On the way to school in the morning, the air is fresh and the vision is clear.
The air that was scorching hot a few days ago began to cool, and the green leaves gradually turned red or yellow. The cold wind made people feel the arrival of autumn and made them shiver.
Toru Watanabe was browsing the news pushed on his mobile phone as he walked on the slope from Yotsuya Station to Kamikawa High School.
The news said that due to the typhoon, the Tama River in Ota Ward, Tokyo continued to flood. After two days of emergency repairs, many roads were still not cleared, and citizens were reminded to take detours.
Toru Watanabe doesn't even know where Ueda Ward is. There's a reason why he claims to be the coolest in Shinjuku Ward - he doesn't know much about the other 22 wards in Tokyo.
But that was in the past. Even if no one knows him now, he can still call himself the most handsome man in the entire island country, and I believe no one will object.
I was killing time thinking about these boring things and before I knew it I was in the classroom.
As soon as he saw him come in, Kunihime raised his right hand and shouted loudly: "Hey, big star, good morning!"
Watanabe Toru glanced at him unhappily: "Don't expose my identity."
"...You guy." The two looked at him speechlessly.
"By the way," Saito Keisuke was the first to come back to his senses, "Watanabe, where did you go yesterday? I was planning to ask you to go to the computer research department to play the game we made."
"Saito, you'd better not ask." Kunii Osamu said quietly.
"Why?"
"People who disappear at the cultural festival are just like those who hide in the warehouse at the bonfire party. Most of them have filthy hearts, so it's better not to know."
"I see! No wonder I didn't see Kujo-san either!"
Watanabe Toru: “…”
Speaking of Miki Kujo, he thought of his dream of becoming a fashion designer. Should he try to trust her for once?
However, given Kujo Miki's personality, there's a high probability that she's playing a trick on him and tricking him into wearing women's clothing, right?
However, this is a rare opportunity, maybe even the only one...
In the midst of happiness and tangled worries, it was time to go home from school.
Today it was Toru Watanabe's turn to be on duty. After sweeping the floor and wiping the blackboard, he rushed to the orchestra with his schoolbag and oboe.
Before I even reached the music classroom, I could hear the sound of people desperately blowing out the notes on the music score.
"Sorry, I'm on duty today and I'm late." This was said by the girl who arrived at the wind orchestra at about the same time as Watanabe Toru.
Apologizing doesn't fit his "personality" in the wind band.
Toru Watanabe sat down in his seat and opened the K-ON! peripheral folder. The music scores inside were already tattered, and the blank spaces were filled with printed words.
"Go ask Kiyono for a new sheet music later." Watanabe Toru put the reed in his mouth and blew along with the music.
After practicing until six o'clock and having dinner, Kiyono Rin appeared in the music classroom.
Before the Tokyo Metropolitan Competition, she would watch everyone practice and provide detailed guidance on practice methods; after the Tokyo Metropolitan Competition, she basically let them practice on their own.
After playing together once, Qing Ye Lin flipped through her own music score and said, "Start from F, those who do the same movements as the trombone, play them for me one by one."
Being asked to blow the trumpets one by one is just like being asked by the instructor to march alone in . Although I am very unhappy, scared and shy, it is something that must be overcome for the national competition.
If King Xuan of Qi had the spirit of a musical instructor, he would not have allowed Nan Guo to leave behind the story of a mediocre performer.
After the ensemble ended, Qing Ye Lin did not immediately announce the disbandment. She said in a slightly tired voice: "I want to inform everyone of something."
It was already nine o'clock in the evening and it was pitch black outside. The warm fluorescent lights in the music classroom shone on her face, like a noble and pure jade.
Everyone looked at her quietly.
"It's important to practice hard, but it's equally important to perform on the spot. So starting from this week, I decided to find opportunities for you to perform on stage on Saturdays and Sundays."
The members of the wind orchestra had no objection, and they were willing to do anything to win the gold medal in the national competition.
"First, this week." Qing Ye Lin continued, "On Sunday, two wind bands that entered the national competition will perform at the Kyoto Station building."
"Kyoto?"
"Want to go early?"
"We'll be back the same day, and I've convinced the school to send us on the bus," Kiyono Rin explained. "Because this is a formal performance, everyone remember to wear long-sleeved school uniforms. Also, I hope everyone will memorize the music scores while on the bus. That's it, let's disband."
After Qing Ye Lin left, discussions broke out in the music classroom.
"It's over. I have cram school on Sunday. What should I do?"
"I can only skip it."
"If this continues, I will definitely be called in for an interview for my mock exam."
"Hasn't senior already applied for a recommendation from Sophia University?"
"Sophia is only the third-best private school. I want to try Keio and Waseda. But Seino-san helped us find performances and convinced the school, so I have no reason not to go."
"Yes, we have come this far. If we don't win the national gold medal, it would be too unfair to Qingye and ourselves. You should just put up with Shangzhi."
"You underestimate me, don't you?! Even if I'm distracted, I can still get into Keio!"
…
Watanabe Toru listened for a while and found out that it was not only this third-year senior who had cram school on weekends. Almost all the first-year and second-year students at Kamikawa High School attended cram school, but they had no objection to Kiyono Rin's arrangement.
It seems that there is no need for him to continue to provoke hatred.
In fact, maintaining hatred towards other girls is what he needs now. He no longer cares about the love system.
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