On Saturday morning, Tamamo Yomi came to school earlier than usual.

The corridor was quiet, like a ruin, with the sound of her footsteps alone.

Just when she thought she was the first person to come, the sound of musical instruments came from a distance.

The melody is gentle and meticulous, and the tone is clear and transparent, and it is an oboe.

It's so beautiful, Tamamo Yumi couldn't help but stop.

After listening for a while, she suddenly remembered the oboe that Watanabe Shiraki was like God's sigh last year.

Why didn’t I notice the moving tone at that time? I was thinking about how bad the other person was?

A summer where you can listen to such melodious sounds at any time may never be there again.

The sound of the oboe suddenly stopped, Tamamo Komi came to her senses and quickly calmed down her lost mood.

"This voice is ok," she recalled as she walked, "Hori Horikita Mai!"

This petite schoolgirl with a strange laugh and holding a Pokémon all day long impressed her more than others.

Walking into the music classroom, she sat in her seat, opened the music score, and started practicing.

Whenever a clerk comes in, she will pronounce the other person's name in her heart.

‘Tazawa Yuri Toribashi Yoko Miyoshi Yuri Ogawa Ogawa’

She looked around, took out her cell phone quietly, and checked the list of photos taken from Hayamisuo.

‘Ogawa Natsuko!Ogawa Natsuko!’

‘The short-haired Ogawa Natsuko! The clarinet part of Ogawa Natsuko! The average-looking Ogawa Natsuko!’

Like memorizing English vocabulary, the lips opened and closed silently and quickly.

"I got 96 in my English test yesterday."

Tamamo Komei was startled by the sudden male voice, and her phone almost slid down from her hand.

Turning his head, Tsushi Watanabe stood aside.

He wore a white shirt and a brand new black blazer.

Whether it is this school uniform or the casual and natural hair, it is more beautiful than the male models I saw in magazines.

That face that always has no smiles, would be very suitable if it is an idol.

Tamamo is so beautiful that he can see it clearly for a moment.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she has judged people by her appearance since kindergarten and did not think there was any problem with it.

She is very harsh in the aesthetics of the opposite sex. If Toru Watanabe was not outstanding enough, she would not even bother to say bad things and would have forgotten him long ago.

"I'm back to my senses."

"What are you doing?! So beautiful!" Tamamoto cursed, put away his phone angrily, and then turned the music score simply to resolve his shyness.

Although this guy hates it, he suddenly got so close that no girl could stand it!

"Are you sure about the minister's affairs?" Watanabe Tsuki ignored her attitude.

"I'm sure." Tamamo Komi responded in a dry and shriveled manner.

"Looking forward to your performance." When Shiro Watanabe was about to leave, he suddenly remembered and said, "The club is very important, but the achievements cannot be ignored."

"Is there any way?" It was obvious that he asked, but his tone seemed to be questioning.

Tsuku Watanabe stopped and said, "Listen to the teacher."

In terms of learning methods, even if he is the first in the country, he will not be better at this aspect than professional teachers.

Before Tamamo Komi could speak up and mock him, he said:

"There is no method. I have a small suggestion that you must not compare grades with other schools. I comfort myself that even if I study in Kawakawa during the summer tutoring period, I am still better than most people. You need to just focus on Kawakawa."

This has always been done by Toru Watanabe.

The others in the class did well and badly, and he didn't know at all. Several of them entered the top 100 in the country and knew nothing about it. His target was always on Rin Kiyono and Miki Kujo.

After the exam, they took the two of them to analyze the test papers, saw where they lost points, and then reminded themselves not to make mistakes.

"Who doesn't know this." Tamamo, who has been making excuses for himself like this, said stubbornly.

"Then there is nothing, come on."

Toru Watanabe returned to the front of the classroom where Rin Kiyono was.

"I don't recommend you do this." Kiyono Rin said as he looked at the music score.

"do what?"

"Comfort and encourage girls." Rin Kiyono looked at Toru Watanabe.

"I have excellent grades and good looks." She looked at Toru Watanabe up and down, "It's acceptable. If I were as gentle as before, it would only cause trouble."

"Rsan, I have a problem," said Toru Watanabe.

"Um."

"What do you think is good to you?"

"Don't you lie?"

"Why is it a question?"

"Apart from me, have you ever seen someone who doesn't lie?" Kiyono Rin looked at Toru Watanabe with the look of 'Give me a little more'.

"It makes sense." Watanabe Tsuku nodded, "What if you don't lie?"

Kiyono Rin put his hand on his chin and posed in a pondering position.

"Tao Watanabe, Tao Watanabe." Tao Watanabe reminded in a low voice.

Kiyono Rin's eyes came to her senses and smiled beautifully.

She said: "There is also Watanabe Shiro. As long as it is Watanabe Shiro, only Watanabe Shiro can be considered as decent in my life."

"Keiye doesn't lie, right?"

"I won't lie." Kiyono Rin affirmed.

"Is it really just 'it's right'?"

Kiyono's gaze became cold, staring at Toru Watanabe, moving his gaze back to the music score, and said:

"I want to know how I look, how do I go to the window by myself?"

"The windows during the day cannot be used as mirrors," said Toru Watanabe.

"I asked you to jump down and take a good look at yourself with your soul after you die." Kiyono Rin said without raising her head.

"Hey, Kiyono, I always thought you were the representative of beauty."

"Thank you, I have always thought that Watanabe is the real-life version of the male protagonist with wisdom and humor."

"Say a little more, I will forgive you for your poisonous tongue just now."

"The voice is clear and pleasant, the speech is funny, the temperament is very good, the hands are very big, and the beautiful. Not only is it good at studying, but it is also very handsome."

"Some more."

"Sometimes when I think of you, it feels like it's over-electricity. Many people, including me, want to marry someone like Watanabe."

"Surrent, continue." Shiro Watanabe could not control the corner of his mouth.

"I want to marry you." Kiyono Rin put her hair behind her ears, raised her beautiful and refined little face, and looked at Toru Watanabe and said.

"Hmm." Tsuku Watanabe turned his head and looked at the music classroom, raising his voice, "Wood Pipe Group, the fifth floor elevated corridor gathered."

Kiyono Rin looked at Toru Watanabe who pretended to be nothing, and couldn't help laughing.

After Toru Watanabe left with the wooden pipe group, she supported her elbows on the podium with both hands, held a pen in her right hand and covered her forehead with her left hand.

‘Is it because I have been with Watanabe for too long? I actually said such words.’

She was wearing her right foot with her indoor shoes and lit the floor of the music classroom with her toes, feeling shy.

During the lunch break, Toru Watanabe continued to draw and read by the window Rin Kiyono.

That painting

"If you don't talk about other places, my hands are jagged?" After reading it, Rin Kiyono said with his arms in his arms.

"Student Kiyono, do you know about Picasso's "Three Musicians"? The hands inside are jagged, which is a tribute to the master." Watanabe Tomoyoshi said.

"Picasso's "Dora and the Kitten" painted by her lover was sold for $95.216 million. May I ask Watanabe, how much can your painting cost?"

"900 million US dollars!" Shiro Watanabe raised his right hand.

He put down his right hand and raised his left hand: "900 million US dollars once, 900 million US dollars twice, 900 million US dollars three times! Deal!"

He raised his tablet with both hands, like a painting, and introduced to Rin Kiyono: "900 million US dollars, Kiyono classmate."

Kiyono Rin's slender fingers reached out to the flat plate and gently stroked to delete the painting.
To be continued...