my girlfriend is bad lady

Chapter 150 150. National Competition (Final)

The aisle leading to the grand concert hall is filled with solemn silence.

Pushing open the soundproof door, everyone from the Kamigawa Private School came to the back of the stage.

The bright lights on the stage are the opposite of the dark backstage.From behind the curtain, the school and part of the auditorium can be seen playing.

Miki Yuuki sat in the VIP area with her head resting on her hands, her expression casual.As tickets were hard to come by, there was a large space around her.

"Sister Komatsu is still the same as before, and the speech before the Kanto Higher Education Competition last time was the same. She said that she must not lose to other schools." Watanabe Che turned his head and looked at Kiyono Rin who was standing beside him.

Kiyono Rin said softly: "It's not just her, after my observation, most of the students in Shenchuan are like this, and they have become accustomed to the concept of 'either don't do it, or do it and you must be good'."

"Well, it makes sense, you are such a person too."

"Describe me as outstanding?" Kiyono Rin looked at him dissatisfied.

"Perfect, you are perfect."

Kiyono Rin turned her head "this is almost the same", and continued to watch the performance on the stage.

Watanabe Che stared at her profile, she tied her hair into a ball for the competition.

"What are you looking at?" Kiyono Rin frowned, noticing his gaze.

"Beautiful girls are really cute with any hairstyle."

"...It's just the appearance, there's nothing to say." Kiyono Rin turned his head away, "Please pay attention to my achievements, sports, art, etiquette, and spiritual impeccability."

"Spiritually invulnerable, um—"

"Do you have any questions, Watanabe Che?"

"No, I just think you are really cute."

"Are you underestimating me?" Kiyono Rin crossed his arms and looked at Watanabe Che with a sneer.

"No, how could I underestimate you."

"Lie." Kiyono Rin's face turned completely cold, "I underestimated you, Mr. Watanabe Che, I didn't expect you to be so ignorant."

"It's cute in men's suits too."

"I'm talking to you"

"Even if she's angry, she's cute."

Kiyono Rin took a deep breath and said sharply, "I'll tell you again, Watanabe-san, superficial things like appearance are not worth mentioning."

"The sound of inhaling is cute, the lips when talking are cute, the angry eyes are cute, the gesture of crossing the arms is cute, and the quick blinking of the eyes is cute when shy."

"Superficial." Kiyono Rin let go of the hands holding his arms, pursed his lips, and stared round his eyes, "I'm not satisfied with the solo later, and you will look good when I go back to Tokyo!"

She snorted coldly, turned around completely, not even turning her face to Che Watanabe.

But today, unfortunately, she tied her long, straight and soft hair that was as black as lead powder into a ball, so her delicate and fair ears were exposed.

Watanabe Che looked at the crystal clear red ears, and listened carefully to Kiyono Rin's breathing in the dark, feeling inexplicable emotions welling up in his heart.

However, he turned his eyes to the auditorium, and the oboe in his hand was emitting a black luster.

No matter how cute Kiyono Rin is, his music is played for Miki Yuuki.

【You have a new email】

【Oboe: Master→Beyond】

".R-san, you must be a god, right?"

"To shut up."

******
Pushing open the heavy door leading to the stage, the sound of the private school playing that was performing immediately flooded into the ears.

Unlike the Kyoto competition and the Kansai competition, once it comes to the national competition, no school is weak, and they are all well-known wind music schools.

'However, don't be afraid, Yunnan is one of the 29 teams, and it is a strong school for wind music! "Sanqianzi swallowed his saliva while hugging the upper tone bass horn.

The people from Yunnan entered the backstage one by one, and there was already a school ready to play here, which was the Kanto representative Kamigawa private school.

A private school in the top [-] percent nationally for deviation.

A few students have brilliant minds, some are frighteningly hardworking, and the rest are all smart and hardworking guys.

In the words of Kimura Asaka, the last kind of people are too disgusting, and they don't give ordinary people a chance at all.

They were dressed in neat black uniforms, with calm and solemn faces, like a well-trained army.

Sanqianzi found a corner and found it difficult to breathe, his heart was beating fast.

She closed her eyes, and there was a bottomless darkness.

"Don't be too nervous." The calm voice mixed with the footsteps reminded her in a low voice.

Sanqianzi opened his eyes, and silently nodded to Watanabe Che who came over.

"Are you confident?" Watanabe Che asked.

"Is there any?" Sanqianzi himself didn't know.

"You must be fine."

Sanqianzi looked at him in surprise: "Why do you say that?"

"Now, here, at the Nagoya International Conference Hall, there are many great people. Including Yunnan, there are also many people with great playing skills, such as the oboe, and another euphonium player, and your good friend Sha Painting is even more beautiful and powerful.”

"What kind of reason is that?" Sanqianzi sighed speechlessly.

"But those guys I just mentioned don't look down on me at all. In the whole of Yunbei, only Sanqianzi is qualified to be my friend. This is the reason why you must be fine."

"Why?" Sanqianzi asked softly.

Very strange, is it because of the upcoming competition?Even though Watanabe Che was talking bad things about her respected senior and Sae, she wasn't angry at all.

Or, is it because Watanabe Che regards himself as a friend?
I went to Tokyo alone to study and did hard work. I had a girlfriend who made the organizers angry and dared not speak out. She won the first place in the country without any effort. Her appearance was impeccable. Such a person regards her as a friend.

Even the shining eyes in her eyes, Sae, who was regarded as a treasure, was not in his eyes, but she could.

"You and I," Watanabe pointed at her, then at himself, "are the same kind of people."

"How did you find out?" Sanqianzi wanted him to say more.

In her previous life, she had always been called a good child and gentle, but she had never been recognized to this level, and she felt a sense of pride in her heart.

"This kind of thing is like engraving it on the forehead, and you can understand it at a glance."

Sanqianzi glanced at Watanabe Che's forehead, this man has no dead ends, he is handsome, but there is no lettering.

She looked puzzled.

"How can I explain it to you?" Watanabe Che thought for a while, with slight wrinkles between his brows, "For example, if I am a "Handsome Tokyo Guy", then you, Huang Qian Sanqian, are "Yunbei's perfect heroine". "

"No," Sanqianzi was dumbfounded, "the difference in range is too much, right? Anyway, it's "Kyoto's perfect heroine"! "

To Sanqianzi's complaint, Watanabe Che was noncommittal, and said with a light smile, "How are you? Are you still nervous?"

"So you're comforting me, what you just said is all lies?" Sanqianzi said dissatisfied.

She felt carefully that her originally tense body did relax unconsciously.

"How is it possible? Just ask anyone in Shinjuku who doesn't know that my greatest virtue, Watanabe Che, is honesty."

"Who will believe you!"

"Okay, "Tokyo handsome guy" is definitely true, I won't lie to you. "

Sanqianzi was about to say something when suddenly there was warm applause from the audience in front of the curtain—the performance of the previous private school was over, and it was Kamikawa's turn.

Sanqianzi's mood that had just been relaxed suddenly became tense again.

She looked at Watanabe Che worriedly, but what she saw was an unmoved face.

So far, in all the competitions he has participated in, Sanqianzi has never seen such a confident expression on anyone.

Watanabe Che stretched out his fist towards her.

Sanqianzi stared at the fist for a while, then suddenly thought of bumping his own much smaller fist against it.

"I'm going."

"Well, come on!"

"Enjoy my performance, Sanqianzi, the next performance will never happen in the past, nor will it happen in the future."

Watanabe Che left with the oboe and music score, and together with the people from the Kamigawa Private School, they stepped onto their stage.

Sanqianzi, who was left alone, closed his eyes again.

In the bottomless darkness, particles of light floated under the thin eyelids.

'No problem, I can do anything now. '

"Three Thousand Sons." Sae came over, "Let's get closer, I want to see that guy's strength."

Sanqianzi opened his eyes and responded softly, "En."

The two walked to the curtain.

The place is already full of people, there are people who like to listen to music like Chiba Rei, and there are also classmates who are crazy about handsome guys or crazy about beautiful women.

Looking at the stage exposed to the strong light, Sanqianzi's heart thumped vigorously again, but he was no longer nervous, but full of anticipation for the future, and impatient to perform on stage.

Now I can play perfectly even the most difficult transitional syllables!
"Next, No. [-], representative of Kanto, students from Tokyo Metropolitan Kamigawa Private School's Performance Department will perform for everyone."

Each part of the Shenchuan private school sat in the designated positions, and the music score filled with notes long ago was placed on the black music stand.

"The designated piece is the fourth track, and the free piece is "Prosperous Four Seasons" composed by Akiichi Kawahide, and the conductor is Rin Kiyono."

With the end of the curtain call, the auditorium suddenly fell into darkness, only the spotlights on the stage were still on, and the snow-white light shone on the black school uniform of the Kamigawa Private School.

The conductor, the conductor who was the same age as them, saw everyone's faces one by one.

She raised the baton with her slender fingers, and the rest of Kamikawa raised their instruments in unison, like soldiers who saw the handsome flag.

Sanqianzi couldn't help but grab the hem of his skirt.

Then, the baton swung downward.

In an instant, neatly drawn notes gushed out from the mouth of the instrument without any impurities.

The trumpet is powerful, the percussion is running forward, the copper dial is clanging, the bass drum is roaring loudly, and the snare drum is like thunder, and the sound is continuous.
The constant collision of sounds and sounds, the main theme is complex and shocking.

Suddenly, the flute's beautiful melody was like the night wind, and the intense performance was slowly subdued, followed by the baritone with a lingering tone like a love song.

Notes overlap with notes, seamlessly connected in series.

Although the euphonium is more of a foil, increasing the quality of the flute like a slow fire, but the timbre is too beautiful, too transparent, and too warm.

That is the most beautiful euphonium tone that Sanqianzi has ever heard.

She, who also plays the euphonium, couldn't help but look over. There are two euphonium players in Kamigawa, and only one girl with an indifferent expression is playing at this time.

She didn't look at the music score, nor did she look at the conductor. Following her line of sight, it was the oboist of Shenchuan.

It was Watanabe, just as he thought about it, the field suddenly became quiet.

Sanqianzi hurriedly looked at the conductor, Kiyono Rin put down his hands at this moment, and nodded slightly to the oboe.

"Leave the timing of the solo to the performers themselves!" Sae couldn't help but whispered in surprise.

Sanqianzi was taken aback.

Sae is a trumpet soloist in Yunbei, but she is strong enough to be a soloist when she first entered school, and she has to follow the conductor's arrangement when she starts.

Solo works with everyone, not everyone with her.

The silence continued, filling the concert hall.

Slowly, the air became restless, and a small number of audience members even began to discuss in low voices.

But when Watanabe Che held the reed in his mouth and exhaled his breath into the oboe, there was only a trace of melancholy melody left in the world.

The notes that seem to extend to the ends of the earth, drive away all restlessness and anxiety, and fill every inch of the concert hall.

Everyone's heart was beating violently, shaking the eardrum.

That timbre intoxicated Sanqianzi as always, shook her heart, and made people resonate tremendously.

Suddenly, a blue bird hatched from the oboe.

She grew up slowly, stretched her wings lazily, adapted to her body, then spread her wings and flew up with a cry.

In response to her call, all the clarinets sounded together, and the gold pipes gathered behind, following the bluebird like a flock of birds.

but.

Just when everyone was fascinated by the ensemble fans and swallowed by the torrent of sound, the blue bird suddenly sang arrogantly.

This cry broke through the air, breaking the coordination of the ensemble, and piercing their eardrums forcibly, regardless of whether they wanted it or not.

The audience, judges, Yunbei backstage, and everyone who watched the live broadcast on TV stared at this scene on the stage in dumbfounded:
Be it the clarinet or the golden pipe, they were all abandoned by the blue bird. She danced alone, flying higher and higher, and the light began to shine brightly, and the colors gradually became colorful.

When she hovered in the concert hall and everyone bathed in her brilliance, everything, everything, everything, was completely convinced.

Sanqianzi felt that his brain was going to be melted away.

******
"Representatives from all schools are invited to line up on stage."

I haven't realized it yet, I don't know when the awards will start, and the timbre of the oboe remains on everyone's eardrums.

A whole row of golden trophies shone brightly under the stage lights, arousing everyone's desire even more.

"No. [-], Hokuriku representative, Yiyan Commercial Private School, Bronze Award."

A disappointed sigh came from somewhere, but no one cared about them.

"No. [-], Kanto Representative, Tokyo Tachikomazawa Private School, Gold Award!"

"Ah—" In the boy's roar, there was a girl's shrill voice and cries of joy.

The faces of the schools that are still waiting for the results are livid. Gold awards only account for [-]% of the awards. With one more school, their chances will be smaller.

"No. [-], representative of Kyushu, Tamana Girls' Private School, gold medal!"

Two golds in a row.

Yuming Girls High School ran and danced, the girls' legs under the skirts, and the girls embracing each other, the scenery that usually catches the eye, but now no one cares.

"No. [-], representative of Kanto, Tokyo Metropolitan Katakura Private School, gold medal!"

thunderous cheers.

The sound wave slammed into the heads of all the remaining school students.

Three golds in a row.

Even though he knew that this was out of human control, and because the gold medals were close together, the next one would be given silver or bronze, but No. [-] already showed despair, and some female members couldn't help but began to sob.

The faces of everyone in the Shenchuan private school were also not good-looking.

Representative from Kanto, there are already two gold awards, will the last one still give a gold award?

Will there be judges who are not used to Kanto's strength, or think that Shen Chuan entered the national competition for the first time, and it is enough to give a silver medal?

"No. [-], representative of the four countries, private school attached to the higher education institution of the four countries, bronze award."

People from the private school affiliated to the Shikoku Higher Education Institute covered their faces sadly, and some boys gritted their teeth as if they hated themselves for being useless.

On the stage, Komatsu Misaki's hands were cold, the beating of her heart spread throughout her body through her bones, and her feet began to feel numb.

Behind her, Asuka's lips were pursed into a line.

"No. [-], representative of Tohoku, Iwate Prefectural Hinode Sawa Private School, silver award."

Breathing more and more heavily, Komatsu Misaki watched the representative of Hinode Ze Private School accepting the trophy and certificate with satisfaction.

If Kamikawa only gets the silver medal, she will never forgive herself.

Shen Chuan, the school where the graduates are not admitted to the Imperial Institute of Higher Education, and they are ashamed to join the alumni association. After going all out, they are not allowed to lose to other schools!
"No. [-], Kanto representative, Tokyo Metropolitan Kamigawa Private School."

Everyone in Kamigawa couldn't help holding their breath.

The girl clasped her hands together, closed her eyes and prayed, while the boy clenched his fists without blinking, staring at the master of ceremonies who announced the result.

In the silent venue, the emcee's dignified voice sounded:

"Gold Award!"

"what--"

"Gold Award! Gold Award! Gold Award!"

"Senior——!!!" The junior jumped into the arms of the senior in the same voice department.

"Don't cry, we are the gold medal! Don't cry!" Comforting, the senior couldn't help crying loudly.

The moment she heard the result, Komatsu Misaki felt like she was about to fall down.

The sound faded away, the scenery remained still, and that short second was stretched hundreds of times in length.Off the stage, the screams of everyone embracing each other were as far away as something in a dream.

Great, really great.

"Misaki." Mai Asuna called softly.

"Hmm." Komatsu Misaki tried hard to hold back the tears, walked forward with Mai Asuna with her head held high, and received the trophies and certificates.

The master of ceremonies' steady voice continued to come through the microphone.

"No. [-], Kansai representative, Kyoto Prefecture Yunbei Private School, Bronze Award."

"I always feel that taking pictures is not enough!"

"Sister, what on earth do you want to do? It's so troublesome, we just want to hurry and have a big meal!"

"You didn't have this attitude when you threw yourself into my arms and cried just now!"

"You are so long-winded! You are about to become an old woman!"

"Okay, okay, Ichinose, what else do you want to do?"

"Yeah, I thought of it, let's make a video and sing the school song! Keep it in the playing department!"

"Hey - the square is full of people, it's too shameful to sing the school song!"

"That's right! No way!"

"1, 2, 3, sing!"

"Wait, I'm not ready! What's the first sentence?!"

……

"Yotani Hills, the school building where the crows passed by, our alma mater, Kamikawa!"

People passing by stopped to watch the group of boys and girls, their cheerful singing, wandering in the autumn dusk of Nagoya.

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