At 5:30 in the morning, Shiro Watanabe opened his eyes and rubbed his hair to sit up.

"Yeah" There was a dissatisfaction coming from beside me.

Tsuku Watanabe looked over, Miki Kujo curled up under the quilt, leaving only her head exposed, and her messy black hair was spread over the sheets and pillows.

"Awaken?" As he said, Tori Watanabe pulled the quilt back onto the quilt and leaned over Miki Kujo.

Her body was tightly attached to her porcelain-like smooth skin, and she stroked her head that had not yet woken up with her hands.

It seemed as if in order to seek warmth, Miki Kujo also leaned her body into his arms.

The temperature in the quilt was a little higher than usual, very comfortable. After enjoying it for a while, Watanabe Tsuku sighed, lifted the quilt and sat up again.

"What are you doing?" Miki Kujo complained and reached out to hug him, forcibly hugged him back to the quilt, and then pressed his face on his chest with satisfaction.

The soft touch was transmitted to Toru Watanabe through his pajamas.

He patted the snow-white shoulders of Jiujo Meiji and said in her ear: "Meiki, I'm going to go for morning exercise."

"Yes." Miki Kyujo responded in a completely unwaking voice.

Watanabe Tsuki had no choice but to put his arms around her waist and squint for a while. When the morning light shone into the room, he knew that he could not continue like this.

He turned over and pressed Miki Nijo under his body and retracted his body into the quilt.

The slender eyelashes of Jiu Meiji trembled slightly, lifted her eyelids, and she was sleepy. She saw the quilt on her chest bulge.

"What did you do early in the morning?" she lifted the quilt and complained to the people inside.

"Morning exercise." Watanabe Tetsu's voice was dull, as if he was holding something.

Miki Kujo wanted to raise her head, but her body just woke up was too heavy. After struggling for a while, she simply gave up.

Recover the quilt, close your eyes and continue sleeping, and put your fingers into Toru Watanabe's hair

"It's so heavy, get up quickly." Miki Kujo slapped Toru Watanabe who was sniffing her neck hard.

Because of the comfort, Watanabe Toru completely pressed his center of gravity on her. Although it was not the first time, it was really heavy.

"Okay, okay."

Tsuku Watanabe got out of bed and walked to the window.

The weather was very good, and the clear blue sky in the autumn came into his eyes. He was satisfied and stretched with a refreshing look.

As the seasons change, the bed becomes softer and softer, and getting up early becomes more painful.

*******

"Good morning."

“Good morning, ah”

"Didn't wake up?"

"Well, I'm so tired. But, it's enough to hold on for another two days."

The playroom said good morning to each other, and while chatting, they took out their own instruments and prepared for practice.

Some officials focused on practicing the topic song, and the "March for Endless Dreams" played by different instruments were mixed together in the music classroom;

In the center of the classroom, the trombone part and the horn part are in the parts that need to be improved on the ensemble liberty;

In the corner, members of Department B performed basic exercises with a serious look on their faces.

She had practiced for a long time when she was on the bass phone.

While doing the cleaning work, her eyes looked at the position of the basson oboe's voice, which had not yet arrived.

Not always the second time in Shiro Watanabe, he is always among the top ones, and it is the first time this is happening today.

"Senior sister, what's wrong?" Ikki Aoi noticed Mai's gaze.

Tomorrow Mai shook her head gently and said nothing.

Watanabe Toru walked into the music classroom at the time when the ensemble started at 8:30.

It took a tram from Kanda to Shiga Station. It took only a few minutes and it didn’t take long to exercise. Where did you go?

Could it be that the morning exercise time in bed was longer than he thought?

Shiro Watanabe decided to reflect on it. It would be better to wait earlier next time.

"Before the ensemble, adjust the note of the side. Ooe." Kiyono Rin looked at Toru Watanabe.

Watanabe Toru put the reed into his mouth and blew out a long and accurate interval. Other instruments slowly followed, and the resonance made the water in the Pot bottle ripples.

I practiced until 10:15. Even though it was already October, the highest temperature on that day was only twenty degrees. Even Rin Kiyono, who was the commander, began to slip on her forehead.

"Thank you for a hard time, take a break for a while, and start the second round of practice at half past ten."

"yes!"

Toru Watanabe stretched his hands to the ceiling and stretched his waist wide.

"Watanabe, I came here so late today. Are you tired of sports festivals?" Hayami Suzuki, who was sitting beside him, asked softly, and the dark red basson was placed on the skirt on his knees.

"No, it's so comfortable to bed in the morning." Watanabe Tsubaki replied, twisting his neck.

"I really want to sleep for a while in this kind of weather." Hayami's eyes lingered on his hands with clear finger bones.

After the second round of exercises, Toru Watanabe returned to the Human Observation Department for lunch.

Rin Kiyono sat by the window, holding chopsticks in one hand and flipping through the music score in the other hand. The record machine next to him was also playing "March for Endless Dreams".

"I said you're too serious," Shiro Watanabe sat down in his seat and looked at the record machine. "Can you really hear where you put it?"

Rin Kiyono sighed, and put the broccoli that had been picked up on the chopsticks for a long time into his mouth.

"You have a solo performance of the free song "Four Seasons of Prosperity", but the topic song "Keiye Rin paused, "It will take another month to reach the level that satisfies me."

"I sounded very well."

"It's not enough." Kiyono Rin looked at the music scores full of notes, "At their current level, the level of winning national gold is only 70%. If a judge thinks that this is the first time Kagua has attended a national competition, and it's not bad to win the silver medal, and the probability of winning the gold medal will be lower."

After hearing her, Watanabe Shiro asked curiously: "Our target is the goal of the Human Observation Department, isn't it helpful to help the Blowing Department enter the national competition? Of course, it's good to get the gold, and it doesn't matter if it can't get it, right?"

Kiyono Rin glanced at him: "I know you don't have any big ideals, but I didn't expect you to be so unambitious."

"I'm so sorry for you because I don't have the ambition. Thank you for the carbon dioxide you contribute to me every day."

People inhale oxygen and then remove carbon dioxide through their noses. When people breathe, they inhale 0.032% of carbon dioxide.

Toru Watanabe and Rin Kiyono spend most of their time in the club classroom and will definitely absorb the carbon dioxide emitted by each other.

Rin Kiyono immediately understood what he meant.

This is saying that she did not give birth to him and did not raise him, and she did not even reimburse her money for krypton, and she was not qualified to require him to have ambition.

"Minister and adviser's rights need me to explain it to you?"

"Iwate Prefecture, see Sawamura, Watanabe, target the national gold! Start working hard now!" Watanabe Toru showed off a little bit of spirit.

Kiyono Rin closed the music score as if she couldn't stand it, and didn't plan to read it: "You were dealt with by classmate Kujo last night, which caused you to be mentally abnormal?"

"Yes, is your mental sanatorium still free to me?"

Kiyono Rin looked at him in surprise, and the hand that did not hold the chopsticks pressed against his chin, and pondered: "It's strange that I didn't cause trouble for you."

Looking at Rin Kiyono who was thinking about himself, Toru Watanabe patted the beech table: "Rsan, please listen carefully to what others say, instead of cheating on their ability there."

"Quiet." Kiyono Rin said angrily, "From the beginning, you have disturbed me to listen to music."

""

The pointers of the record machine were slightly up and down, and the vinyl record like a biscuit box lid rotated. The distinctive melody of "March to Endless Dreams" overflowed from the door of the activity classroom and spread to the uninhabited corridor on Saturday.

"So you can really hear it?"

"Or what should I do if I release it?"

"In addition to lie detection, you can also use your ability to use multiple things. I lost." Shiro Watanabe covered his face with both hands, looking confused and lost.

"You really want to beat me?" Kiyono Rin was also surprised, "I underestimated you, Watanabe classmate, you have a dream that is even more amazing than getting national money for three consecutive years."

"Why is it for three consecutive years? It's too simple?"

"How many years do you want to go to high school?"

"Can't I participate in the music department in college?" Watanabe Toru said.

"Let's talk about it then." Kiyono Rin picked up a small mouthful of rice with chopsticks without interest.

Although I want to say that I have won the first place in the country in terms of grades and have won once, I am very fond of it with women and being arrogant in front of them, which is really not what the "Handsome Tokyo guys" do.

The two stopped talking, and seeing her start to eat in stutters, Watanabe Tsuki also took out the bento.

"Can you eat fried chicken?" Kiyono Rin tried to ask.

"You don't eat?"

"Eat too much and you will gain weight."

"You are afraid of being fat with such a figure? Don't joke." said Toru Watanabe.
To be continued...