my girlfriend is bad lady

Chapter 129 129. Cultural Festival (2)

The activity application form of the Human Observation Department was written by Che Watanabe. He clearly remembered that in the column of "specific activities", the words "ticket: 200 yen" were clearly written.

'Should be able to make a lot of money. 'He looked at the director with such eyes.

Because the movie was affirmed by everyone, the faint smile on Kiyono Rin's face slowly became stiff under such eyes.

She gave Che Watanabe a hard look, turned her head away as if to say, "You should have a limit to your superficiality", and continued to appreciate the eager expressions of the audience contentedly.

Watanabe Che retracted his gaze and looked at the screen again.

The ending song is a gentle and delicate oboe solo, clear and transparent, and the timbre like a sigh of God extends infinitely.

The staff list is scrolling, and the background is the heroine overlooking Tokyo Bay at night.

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"Sponsor: asj Photographic Equipment Store"

"Material collaboration: Tokyo Metropolitan Government, Tokyo Station, Kamikawa Private School, Meiji Shrine Gaien"

"Supervisor: Rin Kiyono"

"Special reminder: This story is purely fictitious, and has nothing to do with actual characters, groups, or other inherent nouns or phenomena. Any similarities are purely coincidental."

The 10-minute movie ended here, and the lights in the audio-visual classroom were turned on again. It was not as exaggerated as in the movie theater, but everyone felt a faint trance in their hearts.

Afterwards, there was an intense discussion.

The sun at the end of summer pierces through the silver leaves of the Kaiji Jingu Gaien.

In the afternoon before the last fireworks, Che Watanabe was on the quiet path in the forest, looking up to feel the handsome face of the sun and the slightly fluttering hair, which really made the girl fall in love with her.

"It was very successful." Looking at the audience who kept talking, Yuki's mother said with a smile.

"Miki's acting skills are amazing!" Che Watanabe clapped his hands and said, "Oscar is nothing more than that."

Miki Yuki nodded with satisfaction: "You're not bad either."

"No, no, no, I'm just a vase, and I'm not worthy of your acting skills."

"If you want to carry shoes for me, you can do it anytime." Miki Yuuki gently shook her long legs, and the ends of her black stockings were hanging on her feet so that her indoor shoes could not fall off. finger.

Seeing Watanabe Che's dumbfounded expression, Kiyono Rin couldn't help but chuckle lightly.

Watanabe Che himself quickly took the opportunity to change the subject: "Supervisor Kiyono is also very good, whether it is the script or the camera, they are very professional."

Rin Kiyono restrained her smile, brushed her long hair neatly, and assumed the aura that a supervisor should have: "Thank you, but no matter how much you compliment me, I won't let you touch my shoes."

"Ah, does Watanabe-kun have such a hobby?" Yuuki's mother asked pretending to be puzzled.

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Watanabe Che pursed his lips and looked at the ceiling of the audio-visual classroom, unable to say anything.

The four got up and left, because they came in secretly, and they walked through the 'employee passage', so they didn't have to worry about being mobbed by movie fans.

After leaving the audio-visual classroom, I came to the colorfully decorated corridor.

"Just in time, the performance of the flute section is about to begin," Watanabe Che looked at the shiny black dial on his wrist, "Shall we go together?"

"I heard from Miki that your oboe is very good. I want to listen carefully." Yuki's mother said with a smile.

Watanabe Che glanced at Yuuki Mihime, who was holding her arms, and said with a smile: "At first, I wanted to be humble in front of the elders, but since Miki said it, then I must be outstanding."

Yuki's mother laughed happily, covering the corners of her mouth with her hands in a ladylike manner.

"Slick tongue." Yuki Miki gave Watanabe a white look, "If you let mother down later, you will suffer tonight."

"Consultant Qingye, quickly testify for me!"

Consultant Kiyono nodded and said: "Watanabe-san is a terrible person, to the point of no cure, but I have to admit that he is indeed extraordinary in orchestral music."

"Why am I so bad?"

Kiyono Rin glanced at the dissatisfied Watanabe Che.

'Are you sure you want me to speak out? '

'No thanks. "Watanabe Che's convincing speed with his eyes is also top-notch.

"It's almost time, let's go." Yuki's mother looked at her daughter with a mocking smile.

Yuki Miki pulled a cruel arc from the corner of her mouth, and replied with a smile: "Yes, let's go."

Watanabe Che had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but now was not the time to think about it.

He led the way, and the four of them went to class four first—his oboe was still in the classroom.

"Watanabe-kun, what are your class activities?" Yuki's mother asked.

"Perform an original play."

"You must be the leading actor, right?"

"The classmates in the class recommended me to play the leading role, but I refused. I just want to be the leading role for Miki alone." Watanabe Che, no matter what was wrong just now, he always expressed his loyalty first.

Yuki's mother looked at her daughter.

Miki Yuki was noncommittal, and asked instead: "Original? What kind of drama is it?"

"Not very good."

"Why?" Kiyono Rin asked.

"I've read the script, and the first sentence is: "Spring has come, the snow has gradually melted, and the sun seems to be getting warmer. On the way home, I saw the cherry blossoms in the Kurome River in bud." Watanabe Che said.

"Is there a problem?" Yucheng's mother asked in confusion.

"It's spring and cherry blossoms again. It's too vulgar. If it's placed between men and women, girls will probably be aware of the boys' schemes immediately."

"In our time, everyone expressed their feelings to each other like this at the beginning." Yuki's mother said with a smile.

"Outdated, outdated." Watanabe Che said, shaking his head exaggeratedly.

"Oh?" Yuki's mother asked curiously, "Then how did you express your heart to Miki?"

".It is nothing special."

Watanabe Che's hesitation made Yuki's mother even more curious: "What's the matter? Miki, tell me."

Miki Yuki showed a disinterested expression, and said in her mouth: "During the test, he suddenly ran to the atrium and shouted something, 'to Kamikawa, to Yotsuya Station, to everyone, I love me the most' such as."

"Hahaha." Yuki's mother couldn't help laughing, "It's true that there is no spring and cherry blossoms!"

"Hey, Meiji, why did you say that! There's no need to remember it so clearly!" That memory, no matter how hard he tried, was too embarrassing for Che Watanabe.

Kiyono Rin's cherry-colored soft lips moved, but she still didn't speak in the end.

When I arrived in class four, the students in the class were busy in a group, making final preparations for the drama.

"What's going on! Why are there still people who haven't put on makeup?!"

"What about the props group? Hurry up and count the props again, there can't be any omissions!"

"A few people over there! If you have nothing to do, go outside to attract customers, don't make trouble here!"

"Have the posters been put up?"

Watanabe Che always feels that this is the atmosphere that private school students should have in the cultural festival. Their human observation department is methodical - excluding typhoons, and the final super-level results seem out of place.

I looked around, but I couldn't find Osamu Kuni and Keisuke Saito, and I don't know if they slipped away to play, or were sent by a girl to distribute leaflets.

After he took the oboe, the four of them walked towards the gymnasium.

The gymnasium of the Shenchuan private school is very large, it is completely a formal basketball court.

Kiyono Rin and Watanabe Che went backstage to prepare.

Yuuki mother and daughter sat in the newly added seat specially added by the principal.

That old man, usually a little restrained towards Yuki Miki, saw Yuuki's mother, completely showing the style of capitalist lackeys, blatantly specializing.

If a person like him is not a running dog of the Yuki family, he will be the first to clean up when Che Watanabe becomes the prime minister and forms a cabinet.

However, starting from reality, if there is no accident, when Che Watanabe and Miki Yuki get married, the old man is more likely to be promoted.

While waiting for the performance, Yuki's mother and daughter talked about what happened just now.

"Watanabe-kun said in front of Rin that he would only be your hero. The two of them should be just friends."

"Friendship?" Miki Yuki looked at the clean and reflective floor of the gymnasium, "Mother, Kiyono Rin has no friends since childhood, why did he become friends with Watanabe?"

"Isn't that child Rin who hates lying? Doesn't Watanabe-kun lie?"

Miki Yuki rarely showed a helpless expression: "Do you think he looks like him?"

Seeing her daughter's expression, Yuki's mother laughed happily: "Then what's so special about him? Rin became friends with him, and you even chose him as your husband, Miki."

"There are many secrets, and I am very interested."

"There are many ways to know the secret, and there must be other reasons."

"Looks."

"Well—" Yuki's mother nodded in agreement, "but it's still not enough."

Miki Yuki looked away and looked at her mother: "Whatever reason do you want, that's why I chose him."

"What reason do I want?" Yucheng's mother looked at her daughter and teased deliberately: "The only reason I hope you choose a husband is because you like it."

"Then I like him." Yuuki Miki looked away, and on the stage, the flute section was entering the arena one after another.

Yuki's mother also looked over, staring at Watanabe Che who was holding an oboe in the crowd.

Unlike the other tense members around, he was yawning boredly, as if he didn't sleep at all last night.

This is a real beautiful boy, every move makes the girl's heart beat.What's more, according to the information she got, he worked very hard and his talent was beyond ordinary people.

The character is also impeccable.

When I had no money, I was able to suffer from working part-time under the sun; when I had money, I never showed off, but I didn't deliberately wrong myself.

Yuki's mother felt that a young man like Watanabe Che had no other shortcomings except that his surname was Yuki.

"Meiji, those things are indeed very important, but for our mother and daughter, it's not a big deal if we can't get them. Mother, I feel that the family is enough now. What I really want is that you can be happy."

"...Mother, I didn't lie."

Yuki's mother finally showed a sincere smile: "That's good."

"Hi everyone, it's time for the performance of the wind performance department." The person who was probably the head of the wind performance department said loudly with a microphone.

The stadium roared with applause.

It has already been written on the school's official website that the performance department of the Shenchuan private school will become the representative of Kanto and will compete in the national competition in late October.

There are also special instructions in the "Kanagawa Private School Cultural Festival Guide" manual.

"First of all, the first song: "March for Endless Dreams". This song is full of stories. You may wish to guess what kind of story it is based on our music."

In the sound of the curtain call, Rin Kiyono, with her long hair tied up, stepped up to the commanding position.

When she raised the baton, the gymnasium was completely quiet, and the sound of the members of the wind section sucking breath into their lungs could be vaguely heard.

In the next moment, the white baton outlined graceful lines in the air, and Rin Kiyono waved his slender fingers smoothly.

In line with her movements, the neat sound of brass music passed through the walls of the gymnasium and lingered throughout the entire Shenchuan private school.

"The second piece: "Prosperous Four Seasons". The highlight of this piece is the oboe solo. In the Tokyo Metropolitan Competition and the Kanto Higher Education Competition, Watanabe Che, who played the oboe in the headquarters, was unanimously recognized by the judges, and even a professor issued a recommendation Invitation from the Tokyo Institute of Art."

There was an uproar below.

The headquarters of Tokyo Institute of Art is located near Ueno Park in Taito District, Tokyo.

The only art-related national institution of higher learning in the island country, it is unanimously recognized as the highest art training institution in the island country.

"Is this true?" Yuuki's mother asked.

She had heard from Miki Yuki that Che Watanabe's oboe was excellent, but she didn't expect it to be this good.

"I didn't hear him tell me about it."

"Do you want to surprise you?"

"I think he forgot." Yuki Miki said casually, and guessed the truth.

"Can you forget what you admired him for showing your talent like this?"

"He prefers to show off the body he works out every day in bed."

"Really, there's no need to tell mother about this kind of thing."

Pause for two seconds.

"You mean, Watanabe-kun is very powerful?" Yuki's mother looked Watanabe Che up and down.

"...Mom, you don't need to know about this kind of thing."

"I'm thinking about your happiness!"

"You think too much."

While talking, the melody of "Prosperous Four Seasons" had already played, and the two fell silent.

The first is winter, the cold flute sound is the main theme, followed by the mixed sound like a blizzard.

Winter passed slowly, and before spring came, it was connected with a tasteful oboe solo.

Because of the words of the head of the performance department, the audience paid special attention to the oboe, and they still listened with pricked ears in the sports pipe where no sound could be heard.

Like a watercolor painting of a Western fairy tale, on the wall of a house made of red bricks, a cluster of small flowers blooms slowly.

The front end is full of greenery, and the white petals are a little yellow, giving people a gentle and pure look.

In the oboe sounding like an ocarina, everyone was so moved by the vitality of the plants that they couldn't help but hold their breath.

"Is this Watanabe-kun's performance?" Yuuki's mother asked in admiration amid the ensemble sound of flowers blooming after the solo was over.

Miki Yuuki narrowed her eyes slightly, but said nothing.

She looked at the boy on the stage with a slight smile on her lips.

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