When Miki Kyujo woke up, there was no trace of Watanabe Toru.

Her eyes, which were as beautiful and noble as gems, glanced at her side and closed her eyes again.

The retro style interior and the historical furniture decoration seem to lose its charm, turn into black and white, and be weathered.

Insert an app: A perfect replica of the old version of the Book Chasing Artifact that can be changed from source—.

"Mei Ji, my Mei Ji, have you gotten up?" A slight call gradually approaching the footsteps.

The world suddenly became colorful, the furniture shone brightly, and the beds were just right.

The morning song of birds came from the courtyard, and the May sun shone softly in.

She didn't speak.

She pretended to be asleep.

Waiting for the boy who called her name to wake her up.

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Toru Watanabe ran around the house twice, picked a rose in the garden, and returned to the bedroom.

Miki Kyujo lay gracefully on the soft big bed.

Gorgeous black hair, delicate face, fair arms, like the bright moon last night.

Pretending to be asleep.

Miki Kyujo's sleeping position is very childish.

Watanabe Tsuki walked over and placed the roses on her beautiful nose, and he also came over to smell them.

There is only the morning rose between the face.

The petals swept across the nose and itched a little, and Miki Nijo opened her eyes.

The sight blends, Watanabe Toru said:

"Miji, I love you."

Miki Kujo looked at him, then lowered her eyes to see the roses, and asked him with her eyes what was going on.

"I picked it in the garden. I promised to give you a rose every day, and I can't miss it a day."

"This is a May rose." Miki Kyujo looked at the beautiful and beautiful petals of the rose.

"May rose blooming in May? Good name."

"It is known as the Queen of Flowers."

"It's the best match for you."

"It is rich in vitamins and natural pigments, which can improve endocrine loss and skin, make the body fragrant and maintain the figure. In addition, it can also prevent wrinkles and ruddy skin tone, making people younger and more beautiful."

"Roses have so many functions? Isn't it appreciate?"

"Where did you pick it?" asked Miki Kujo.

“In the yard.”

"Idiot, that's what my mother planted to take a bath."

Take a look at the flowers, and see the beautiful Miki Kyujo who is even more beautiful than the flowers.

"That is, the two of us are smelling your mother's bath water?"

After a moment of pause, Watanabe Tsuki couldn't help laughing.

Miki Kujo looked at him coldly at first, and finally laughed herself.

Toru Watanabe threw the flower away from the end of the bed, and the two hugged each other through the quilt.

"Come in and sleep for a while." Miki Kyujo patted Toru Watanabe's back.

"Okay." Watanabe Takashi let go of her and began to take off her clothes.

"Stop taking it off."

"As for orders, my Queen."

Shiro Watanabe lifted up the quilt, took off half of his upper body clothes and went in.

During the morning meal, Kujo's mother looked at Toru Watanabe and Miki Kyujo who were walking in side by side, and couldn't help but exclaim.

A handsome man and a beautiful daughter.

The more she looked, the more satisfied she was with Watanabe Tsuki.

Smart, handsome, funny, looking at his daughter, the things in bed are also excellent.

"Mei Ji is becoming more and more feminine. How can I do it?" she teased.

Miki Kujo glanced at Toru Watanabe and asked him to answer.

"Smell your bath water every morning," said Toru Watanabe.

"Bath water?" Kujo's mother was stunned for a moment and looked at Kujo Miki who was "slowly pressuring Watanabe" in confusion.

Miki Kyujo walked to the long table and sat down, picking up the knife and fork, and saying:

"Early early in the morning, he picked a May rose and put it on my face, and he was showing off his pride."

"May Rose? In the yard?" Kujoo's mother asked curiously.

"Um."

"That's not me." Kujo's mother reacted and giggled, "This child, why not pick flowers!"

Her voice was full of vitality, and I don’t know if it was the effect of May Rose or the beauty cream.

"Please stop talking, let me say that I'm going to be a young master and I won't have breakfast!" Watanabe Takashi sat down opposite Miki Kujo with a smile.

The two looked at each other with smiles and affectionately.

The dining table was filled with colorful flowers, and the three of them had breakfast happily.

Enjoying the perfect breakfast, the two of them said goodbye to leave the Kujo family's big house.

Miki Kyujo goes to work, and Toru Watanabe goes to school, preparing to attend the selection meeting of the music department.

Today is Saturday, so I don’t have to arrive early or practice the oboe as hard as I did last year. I arrived leisurely ten minutes before the selection meeting began.

At this time, the earliest of the blowing department had been practicing for three hours among the more than 100 people.

The corridor on the third floor of the club building is crowded with people, some of whom practice and some of whom are preparing for interviews.

They were already nervous, and seeing Toru Watanabe was nervous, this indicates that the selection was about to begin.

"Good morning, Watanabe-kun."

"Good morning."

People kept saying hello to him.

The incident of being attacked by a person last year has long disappeared with the "one game after another game, Watanabe Toru's unrivaled performance skills again and again.

Many people even guessed the original intention of Watanabe Shiro's original actions.

After all, he was not that kind of person before, and he never did that thing later.

"Senior, Watanabe!" Horikita Mai took off the reed from her mouth and jumped over.

“How are you prepared?”

Tsuku Watanabe looked at the reed in her hand, remembering the days when she made her homemade reed by the window after school last year.

"It's not possible at all." Horikita Mai said with a bitter face.

"Look at what I would like to mention you, and look at what you should pay attention to in the ensemble."

"Well! I understand! I will cheer up and will definitely not disappoint my senior!"

"Just be worthy of yourself."

Tsushi Watanabe stopped chatting and walked into the music classroom.

The classrooms filled with stools and plaque stands are empty on weekdays.

Three stools, two desks and one squadratic stand are placed in the center.

Two tables were used for Toru Watanabe and Rin Kiyono, and the score was set up to show music scores for the selected officials.

Rin Kiyono was already sitting at a desk, writing something on the music score with a pencil.

In the empty music classroom, there was only the rustling sound of her writing on paper.

"Good morning, Kiyono classmate." Shiro Watanabe walked over and sat beside her, with a light and sweet fragrance.

"Good morning."

“What are you writing?”

"The important node of every instrument."
To be continued...