At half past five in the morning, Toru Watanabe opened his eyes and sat up with his hair rubbed.

"Hmm-" There was a disgruntled voice from the side.

Toru Watanabe looked over and saw Kujou Miki curled up under the covers, only her head exposed, her messy black hair scattered over the sheets and pillows.

"Awake?" As he spoke, Toru Watanabe pulled the quilt back on, and leaned over Mihime Kujo with his upper body.

Her body pressed against her porcelain-smooth skin, and she stroked her head with her hand, which had not yet woken up.

As if seeking warmth, Mihime Kujou leaned into his arms as well.

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

"What?" Kujou Miki grumbled as she reached out and hugged him, forcibly hugged him back to the bed, and pressed her face on his chest with satisfaction.

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

He patted the snow-white fragrant shoulders of Jiujo Meiji, and whispered in her ear, "Meiji, I'm going to morning exercise." ”

“...... Well. Kujou Miki replied in a completely unawake voice.

Toru Watanabe couldn't help it, he reached out and put his arm around her waist and squinted for a while, waiting for the morning light to shine into the room, he knew that he couldn't go on like this anymore.

He rolled over and pressed Kujou Miki under him, his body shrinking into the quilt.

Kujo Miji's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she lifted her eyelids, sleepy-eyed, and saw that the quilt on her chest was bulging.

"What are you doing early in the morning?" She lifted the quilt and complained to the people inside.

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

Kujou Mihime wanted to raise her head, but her body that had just woken up was too heavy and struggled, and she simply gave up.

Put the quilt back on, close your eyes and continue sleeping, your fingers digging into Toru Watanabe's hair.

......

"It's heavy, get up." Kujou Mihime slapped Toru Watanabe, who was sniffing her neck, hard.

Because of the comfort, Toru Watanabe completely put his weight on her, and although it was not the first time, it was really heavy.

"Okay, okay."

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

The weather was very good, and the crisp blue sky of autumn came into view, and he was satisfied and stretched out refreshed.

As the seasons change, the quilt gets softer and softer, and waking up early becomes more painful.

******

"Good morning."

"Good morning, ah~~"

"Didn't you wake up?"

"Well, I'm tired. Just hold on for two more days, though. ”

The wind club said good morning to each other, chatted, and took out their instruments as they prepared for practice.

Some members concentrate on practicing the subject song, and the different instruments are mixed together in the music classroom;

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

In the corner, the members of Department B are seriously engaged in basic exercises.

On the bass horn part, tomorrow Mai pulled out the horn pipe and poured the condensation into the bucket - she had been practicing for a long time.

While she was doing the cleaning work, her eyes looked at the position of the bassoon oboe part, which had not yet arrived.

Toru Watanabe is not always the second to come to the music classroom, but he is always in the top few, and this is the first time like today.

"Senior sister, what's wrong?" Aoi Ichiki notices Mai Tomorrow's gaze.

Mai Tomorrow shook her head lightly and didn't say anything.

Toru Watanabe walked into the music classroom at half past eight when the ensemble began.

It doesn't take a few minutes to get from Kanda to Yotsuya Station by train, and it doesn't take long to exercise, so where does the time go?

Could it be that the morning exercise in bed took longer than he imagined?

Toru Watanabe decided to reflect that he would have to shorten the time next time..... Forget it, let's change to wake up earlier.

"Before the ensemble, tune in one note. Oboe. Rin Kiyono looked at Toru Watanabe.

Toru Watanabe took the reed into his mouth and blew out a long, precise interval as the other instruments slowly followed, the resonance making the water in the bottle ripple.

I practiced until 10:15, even though it was already October, and the highest temperature of the day was only 20 degrees, and even Rin Kiyono, who was the conductor, began to sweat on his forehead.

"It's hard work, let's take a break for a while, and start the second round of practice at half past ten."

"Yes!"

Toru Watanabe stretched his hands towards the ceiling and stretched widely.

"Watanabe-kun, it's so late today, are you tired of the sports festival?" Hayami, who was sitting next to him, asked softly, the dark red bassoon on the skirt at the knees.

"No, the bed is too comfortable in the morning." Toru Watanabe twisted his neck and replied.

"I really want to sleep a little longer in this weather." Hayami's gaze lingered on his finger-boned hand.

After the second round of practice, Toru Watanabe went back to the Human Observation Department for lunch.

Rin Kiyono sat by the window, holding chopsticks in one hand and flipping through the sheet music in his hand with the other, and the record player was still on the side.

"I said you're taking it too seriously," Toru Watanabe sat down in his place and glanced at the record player, "Can you really hear where you put it?" ”

Rin Kiyono sighed, and put the broccoli that had been on the chopsticks for a long time and put it in her small mouth.

"It's no problem to have you playing the free song solo, but the subject song .....," Kiyono Rin paused, "It will take another month to reach the level that satisfies me." ”

"I already sound good."

"Not at all." Rin Kiyono looked at the score full of notes, "With their current level, the level of winning the national gold is only seventy percent at most." In case some judges think that Kamikawa is attending the national competition for the first time, there is nothing wrong with winning the silver award, and the probability of winning the gold award will be even lower. ”

Watanabe listened to her and asked curiously, "Our goal...... Isn't the goal of the Human Observation Department to help the Wind Orchestra enter the national competition? Of course, it's good to get the gold, but it doesn't matter if you can't, right? ”

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

"I'm really sorry for you for not having the ambition, thank you for the carbon dioxide you contribute to me every day."

The person inhales oxygen and then expels carbon dioxide through the nose. When a person breathes, he inhales 0.032% of carbon dioxide.

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

Rin Kiyono immediately understood what he meant.

This is to say that she didn't give birth to him, she didn't raise him, she didn't even reimburse the money for krypton, and she was not qualified to ask him to be ambitious.

"The rights of ministers and advisers, do you need me to explain them to you?"

"Iwate Prefecture, Misawa Village, Watanabe, target nationwide gold! Work hard from now on! Toru Watanabe showed a little bit of spirit.

Rin Kiyono closed the sheet music as if she couldn't stand it, and she didn't plan to read it: "You were cleaned up by Kujo-san, which caused you to be mentally abnormal?" ”

"yes, is your mental sanatorium still free for me?"

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

Looking at Rin Kiyono, who was thinking about herself, Toru Watanabe patted the beech wood table: "R-san, please listen carefully to what others say, instead of cheating by ability there." ”

"Quiet." Rin Kiyono said angrily, "Since just now, you've been noisy for me to listen to music." ”

“......”

The hands of the record player rise and fall slightly, the vinyl record like the lid of the biscuit tin box rotates, and the characteristic melody overflows from the door of the activity classroom and is transmitted to the empty corridor on Saturday.

"So you can really hear it?"

"What else should I do when I release it?"

"In addition to polygraphing, you can actually multitask, I lost." Toru Watanabe covered his face with his hands, looking confused and lost.

"You really want to win me?" Rin Kiyono was also taken aback, "It's me who underestimated you, Watanabe-san, you have a dream that is even more amazing than winning the national gold for three consecutive years." ”

"Why three years in a row? Too easy, right? ”

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

“...... Can't I join the wind club in college? Toru Watanabe was remarkable.

"We'll talk about it then." Rin Kiyono picked up a small bite of rice with chopsticks uninterestedly.

Although I want to say that I have won the first place in the country in the results and have won once, it is really not something to worry about and be arrogant in front of women.

The two stopped talking and watched her begin to eat in small bites, and Toru Watanabe took out her lunch.

"Do you want fried chicken?" Rin Kiyono tried to ask.

"You don't eat?"

"If you eat too much, you will gain weight."

"Are you still afraid of being fat with such a figure? No kidding. Toru Watanabe said.

"If you prepare, you will be wasted, T Sang, who is the first in liberal arts, do you need me to explain?"

“...... Please give me fried chicken, I haven't eaten breakfast today. ”

Rin Kiyono picks up the fried chicken nuggets stuck in a toothpick and puts them in Toru Watanabe's eel bento box.

Toru Watanabe put fried chicken in his mouth, and as he chewed the chicken, he inadvertently glanced out the window.

The white clouds are lingering, inlaid on the blue sky wall; The tram rumbles past Yotsuya Station and disappears into the jungle of high-rise buildings along the tracks.

It was bright outside, and my eyes ached slightly.

The last day of training has passed in a blink of an eye.

The next day, Sunday, October 25th.

After the morning practice, the wind club took the school bus to Nagoya City, located in Aichi Prefecture.

It took an unexpectedly long time, leaving at noon and arriving at the hotel at 4 pm.

Kamigawa did not choose an expensive hotel, and in order to facilitate pre-competition practice, considering the geographical location, he booked a relatively simple hotel with a concert hall.

It is said that in order to be a business for the participating schools, the money from the renovation of the hotel was used to renovate the concert hall, and after the 311 earthquake in 2011, the venue of the competition was changed to the Nagoya International Conference Hall.

As soon as they arrived at the hotel, everyone spontaneously moved their luggage into their rooms.

According to the arrangement, the girls are assigned to the Tongpu according to the school year. Because of the small number of boys, they were all crammed into a bunk.

I took off my shoes and walked into the room covered with tatami mats, and the boys were instantly active without the girls.

"I sleep in the corner! Don't rob me! ”

"Oh no, I forgot to bring facial cleanser, which of you has it?"

"Will we buy it later? I didn't bring a toothbrush either. ”

In addition to life, there are also inseparable topics for girls.

"Watanabe, can you see Reina-san tomorrow?"

"That's right, that's right, we're going to sign it this time, too!"

"You guys, don't scare anyone." Toru Watanabe hurriedly took out the mobile phone charger from his bag and charged the phone in the corner.

After playing the game for five hours, the battery of the mobile phone has already turned red, so switch to the power-saving mode to avoid shutting down.

"What do you mean to scare her? We're her fans! And don't do anything! ”

"That's it! Watanabe just wants to monopolize Reina-san, right? Such a beautiful girl, you will never be allowed to eat alone! ”

"I said you," Toru Watanabe put down his phone and began to pack his luggage, "I admire the trumpet playing skills of Sister Reina, and you are always staring at people's appearances, not superficial?" ”

"Only by believing in you can you be a ghost, you cunning citizen of Iwate Prefecture!"

"How dare you look down on Iwate Prefecture? Nagata, did you bring playing cards? I'll let you know the wrath of Iwate Prefecture tonight! ”

"Who's afraid of whom? If you lose, go to the girls' dormitory and ask for snacks! ”

"Really? Forget it, you will definitely be scolded by the teacher! ”

"It's because you'll be scolded that it's a punishment!"

From Rina to the girls' dormitory at night to ask for snacks, and then discussed the possibility of pretending to go to the wrong bathhouse, if it wasn't for the group message urging them to go to the concert hall to practice, the boys probably really regarded this as a school trip.

******

Kyoto, Kita-Uji, a warm autumn morning.

"Are all the instruments confirmed? Let's go! ”

"That's it!" Kumiko replied in a loud voice, speeding up to confirm and jumping out of the van.

Running to the bus, Rina had already secured a seat for her.

Kumiko sat next to Rina with her feet cocked, skillfully took off her shoes, and yawned a big yawn in her mouth at the same time.

"Is this sleepy?" Rina watched her move in amazement, noticing that tears were beginning to form in the corners of her eyes.

"Hmm." Kumiko replied weakly.

"Didn't sleep last night?"

"I slept, but I'm still sleepy." Kumiko's body fell, and her head pressed against Reina's big chest.

The bus started slowly and headed towards the North Uji Gate, and after getting on the highway, the speed gradually increased.

"Reina."

"Didn't you sleep?"

"Hmm." Kumiko answered lazily, "What's the matter with the Exit Section looking for you?" ”

"You got it?" Rina said a little shyly, "I decided to go abroad and want to go abroad to study at a music university." ”

"Going abroad?" Kumiko sat up and looked into Reina's eyes under her slender eyelashes.

"Yes, but before that, I'll go to Tokyo."

"To Tokyo? Looking for that person for revenge? ”

Rina was dumbfounded, admiring her friend's imagination: "What does it have to do with that pervert?" It was to go to a women's university on the outskirts of Musashino, where my father knew the teachers. It was a school known for its English language, and I would go there for a year to prepare for going abroad. ”

"Go abroad." Kumiko muttered to herself, looking at the window behind Reina.

The unfamiliar scenery is constantly changing, and her face on the car window glass is immature and dazed.

For Kumiko, who went out for the only time she went far this time or came to Aichi Prefecture this time, going abroad and graduating from high school are very far away.

"What about you, Kumiko?"

"I may have no choice but to go abroad, but I'll go to that women's university too, and I want to continue to be with you with Lina." Kumiko withdrew her gaze.

Reina's eyes flickered, and she couldn't help but hold her friend's face with both hands: "Kumiko doesn't have to do this. ”

Kumiko shook her head quietly and pressed her forehead against Reina's forehead: "After learning English, I can become an English teacher, and then go back to Kita-Uji and become a consultant for the wind club." ”

"Well, when I return to China, I will definitely be a judge of the national competition." Rina said.

Kumiko sat up straight and said seriously, "Remember to give Kita Uji an A directly." ”

"No, it won't." Rina refused without thinking, and said, "Unless Kumiko you came to beg me the night before." ”

The two laughed under their breath and leaned their heads together.

"It's stupid."

"No, we will definitely realize such a future."

"Well, Rina said it would happen, and it would definitely happen."

"Stupid, I'm not a god, I still have to work hard."

"If there is a god in the world, it must be Reina." Kumiko rubbed her cheek against Reina's face.