The wires intertwined, and Toru Watanabe ran through the narrow alleys of the residential area. In the distance was a blue sky that blended with Tokyo's tall buildings.

When he arrived at Suka Shrine, he bought a box of milk from a red vending machine and sat on the top of the stairs and drank it.

At the bottom of the stairs, a cat squatted there and was washing his face with his front feet.

On Friday, October 23, the last day of the sports festival, there are two days left before the Orchestra National Competition.

When I went to the school tram, Shiro Watanabe leaned against the door and searched for what food and fun to eat at the competition location with my mobile phone.

Kaguawa High School is still immersed in the atmosphere of sports festivals. On the way to school, many people simply wear autumn sportswear.

Sports clubs are even more powerful. They wear competitive sportswear directly - sleeveless and shorts, and are not afraid of the chilling autumn wind.

"Watanabe!" Kōi Shuo caught up from behind.

As long as this guy doesn't have morning exercises in the baseball department, he will immediately become a crane when he comes to school.

Kuroi Yu put his elbow on Toru Watanabe's shoulder: "Remember to cheer me up today!"

"Come on, there are cheerleaders who wear short skirts." Watanabe Shiro shook his hands away.

Because it is a baseball department, he is naturally allowed to take the 3,000-meter event - this is the consensus of everyone in the fourth class, including Aona Koizumi.

"Is this 'specialized' a description of wearing a short skirt or a cheerleading team?"

"Of course, it's not important to wear short skirts."

"Watanabe, you're so bad, the cheerleaders work hard to cheer for us."

"Last night I was recharged to buy keys. Who is the one who wants a small skirt?"

"Hey hey!" Kuroi Xiu pretended to behave in an incredible position, "I just sucked the small skirt, think about yourself, how much did you spend to draw the Karasawa Coriander voice pack? You're so embarrassed to say to me!"

"Don't mention this! Why do you always get Kenzhao Ono's voice pack? Can you ask the official to complain about this? I seriously suspect that Kenzhao Ono's malice is there."

Watanabe Takashi's luck has always been bad, which is well known.

"If you draw someone's wife's voice, of course I have to run out to the point. But don't you have Takeda Aina's voice package? You are also a wife, so I'll do it all at once." Kuroi Shuo patted Watanabe's shoulder comfortably.

"Hey, don't talk nonsense, I don't like a wife." This is something that must be explained.

"Yeah, I understand. You don't like a wife, but the person you like happens to be someone else's wife."

"I..." Shiro Watanabe refused to swear.

Originally, after sleeping and running in the morning, he almost forgot about the lottery last night. He was mentioned by Shuo Kuroi and was stigmatized by his love for his wife. He became depressed again.

"Ah, I'm so angry!"

At the shoe cabinet, Kiyono Rin, who was changing shoes, was startled by him.

"What kind of nerves are there early in the morning?" she said with a frown.

"I spent money yesterday that I shouldn't have spent, and now I feel very regretful." Watanabe Tori skillfully stuffed the love letter that started to appear in the cabinet into his schoolbag.

"What boring thing have you bought?"

Because there is a task that requires one million yen per month, Kiyono Rin also knows that Watanabe Toru is buying things blindly.

"It's not boring, but the result is not satisfying me."

"So, what exactly did you do?"

"Game krypton gold."

Feeling Kiyono's contemptuous eyes, Shiro Watanabe defended: "Don't underestimate the game krypton gold. Human instinct pursues differentiation. In the game krypton gold is the easiest way to achieve differentiation. I'm conducting human observation."

"How much did it cost?" Kiyono Rin was too lazy to remove him.

If every sentence tells the truth and lies, her chat with Toru Watanabe might be in the form of "lie..." for the rest of her life.

"Thirty thousand yen." Toru Watanabe closed the shoe cabinet and spread his hands at her for granted, "Minister, this is a club activity, please help me reimburse it."

Kiyono Rin looked at him like a stranger, turned around and left.

Before 8 o'clock, Toru Watanabe stayed in the classroom and talked with the boys in the class about what kind of grips to wear with M4, whether 98K is better or SKS more practical.

At eight o'clock, everyone moved to the playground, and fifteen minutes later, the last day's sports festival began.

Today is a life-threatening project like 3,000 meters, and of course it is even more exciting. The cheers and cheers never stopped.

"The class competition is over, and the committee has started counting points!"

"Everyone is so awesome~"

"Yeah, here is the last club entertainment competition, and it is also the last game of the sports festival - the borrowing race."

"I'm really looking forward to it~"

"The rules of the competition are that contestants from various clubs must first run to the box containing the notes, then find the items or people written on the notes, and take them through various obstacles to reach the finish line."

"Remind that there are ten ropes in the rope skipping area. If you accidentally hit or fall, please be careful. Also, I am responsible for writing the notes. It's very interesting. Please look forward to it with me~~"

"Written by the president himself?! Can you reveal one or two questions?"

"For example: Students, students, and meetings, and long. Ah, by the way, this note was written specifically to Watanabe Jun. I hope he can pull me to run on the playground, through various obstacles, and reach the focus of love. If other students accidentally draw it, please put it back quietly, and I will pretend that I didn't see it~~"

"Miyashita classmate!"

"It's kidding~~" Afterwards, the student president whispered: "It seems that there is no need for the broadcasting department to exist."

"Sir, President! I heard it!"

"Huh? Ah, sorry, the broadcasting department will not be deposed! People won't do that kind of thing~~"

"You swear in front of the teachers and students of the school!"

"It's really annoying. Classmate Tanaka, no matter how I think about it, I don't have the right to do that. At most, it's just a deduction fee~~"

"Principal, please save the broadcasting department—Wuh! Wooh! I'm still..."

"Well, okay, the contestants are already in place. Please give Watanabe a close-up~~"

The Photographer of the News Department adjusted the lens at the fastest speed in his life and pointed it at Toru Watanabe.

"Please take a photo from top to bottom, right, right, slower, good, yes, finally aim at the side face, by the way, that's it, the news department did a good job, the department has a lot of money~~~"

Photographer wiped his sweat a little.

Shiro Watanabe looked back at himself on the big screen, and the camera was very large.

This made him very embarrassed and pressed the corner of his mouth, squirming his mouth as if there was a candy in his mouth.

"The contestants are in place, and the competition begins soon!" The broadcasting department was lifted from ban, "The music department will continue to play music! Cheerleading team will continue to dance!"

The excited music rang out, wearing short skirts, but unfortunately the cheerleaders with safety pants shouted cheering in the cute girl's voice.

On the big screen, contestants from various clubs are already in their positions at the starting line, and the people from the sports committee cover their ears with one hand and hold the signal gun with the other.

"Bang--"

As soon as the gunshot sounded, Toru Watanabe rushed out first, and the speed of the others was really not enough to compare with him.

It has been five months since the Imperial Tea Water incident in May to today. Even on a typhoon day, he will continue to exercise at home, not to mention that he is almost eating a bottle now.

In the blink of an eye, Tsuku Watanabe reached into the box on the desk.

"So fast, so fast, no one else can catch up!"

"Yeah, camera, look at what Tsuku Watanabe got! It must be me!" Hearing the voice, he always felt that the student would stand up and be ready to walk out of the radio room and come to the playground.

The photographer of the News Department instantly focused on it, but the angle was not good and he couldn't see the content on the note clearly.

The audience and the people in the radio room all sighed and blamed him for being useless.

But it doesn't matter. As long as Watanabe Shiraki goes to find items or people, he can still guess what is written on the note - they are thinking this way, but the other contestants are about to catch up, Watanabe Shiraki has not taken action yet.

"What happened? Why did Watanabe Jun stop moving?"

"Watanabe, what's wrong?"

As everyone was curious, Toru Watanabe turned around and pointed the note in his hand at the camera.

"Ju, it's actually..."

Everyone in the stands laughed, and even the teachers couldn't help laughing.

"Girlfriend? Ah, I remembered it, I did write this."

"Student Jiuzhao, where is the Student Jiuzhao?" Accompanied by the voices of female members of the broadcasting department, the camera kept giving to audiences in various areas, "Didn't come today?!"

"Great~ My chance is here~ Watanabe, as the president of the student union, the chairman of this sports festival, I allow you to treat me as your girlfriend~"

"President!!!"

The student union president said regretfully, "Okay--" and said, "Okay, since Kujoo didn't come, wait until everyone else finishes drawing and finds the corresponding items and people, especially allow Watanabe Jun to draw again. What a pity! I'm so angry!"

The camera was divided into two halves, and the half was live broadcasting Toru Watanabe, who was standing there stupidly, while live broadcasting other contestants.

"The people from the Drama Department have arrived, let's see what it is,?"

"Yes, yes, you want to confess your love, Drama Department!"

The guy from the Drama Department was stunned, struggled for a long time, and rushed into the crowd to hold a girl's hand.
To be continued...