"Next stop, Yotsuya Station, Yotsuya Station."

Kitahara woke up suddenly, and hurriedly rushed out of the carriage with the instrument case, and as soon as he stepped on the platform, the tram door behind him immediately closed.

"It's dangerous."

As soon as she breathed a sigh of relief and came back to her senses, she felt a sweltering sensation again.

It's July, even if it's seven o'clock in the morning, the body will be uncomfortably hot if the movement is a little bigger.

Let's go to the music room, thinking so, she walked out of the ticket gate and began to climb.

The Wind Club practices on holidays from 9 a.m. to 9 p.m., and she came two hours earlier than usual today.

The reasons for this...... Kitahara Haya-e lowered her head, and the girl's legs that extended from under the plaid pleated skirt were a little thick.

Taking a deep breath, she ran on her legs, the hem of her pleated skirt rubbing against her skin from time to time.

She rushed up the ramp to the campus gate. Walking through the tall oak trees, on the playground, the members of the sports club have not yet arrived, and the school is quiet and there is no one.

Very good! Be the first yourself!

Kitahara Sakai secretly clenched his fists, and he must practice that section well today.

Although she was sweating hot, she walked into the school building with a very light step. At this moment, a mellow and soft, calm and rich tone came from the head.

It's the upper bass horn.

Someone came earlier than himself.

Curious, Kitahara Haya-e walked upstairs quickly, his voice becoming clearer and clearer, echoing in every corridor of the school building.

Coming to the entrance of the overhead corridor on the fifth floor, she peeked outside and saw the third-grade Mai Tomorrow sitting on a steel tube chair with a shiny bass horn.

Kitahara Sakai's stupid staring at her fingers that slid flexibly on the keys, her slender and round legs under the pleated skirt, and her face with clear eyebrows under her naturally drooping black hair.

Such as the goddess of ice and snow in Kaone.

She really couldn't imagine what kind of boy could stand calmly beside her senior sister.

As for becoming the boyfriend and husband of the senior sister, holding such a perfect senior sister's waist without scruples, sleeping in the same bed every day, a man of that level of excellence has exceeded her imagination.

If I can become a person like Tomorrow's Senior Sister, I will definitely not be humiliated yesterday.

Kitahara took a deep breath, gave up the plan to go back to the music classroom to turn on the air conditioner, and walked towards Mai Tomorrow.

"Good morning, Senior Sister Tomorrow."

The sound of the upper bass horn stopped, and Mai Tomorrow nodded to her flatly.

"Tomorrow's senior sister comes so early every day?" Kitahara Sakaie puts the instrument case on the ground.

“...... Be. ”

"That's amazing! I can't get up at all! She took out the saxophone, "Senior sister, let's practice together, shall we?" ”

“...... I went back to the classroom. ”

"Huh?! Am I bothering you?! Kitahara was so frightened that he used honorifics.

“...... Sun. ”

"The sun? What do you say? After asking, Kitahara Haya-e reacted, "Senior sister means that the sun is big and you feel hot?" ”

“...... Can't sweat. ”

After Mai Tomorrow finished speaking, she walked towards the corridor as if she had already made her words clear.

Kitahara Haya-e looked at the saxophone in his hand, and for a moment he didn't know if he had heard it wrong.

You don't want to sweat, do you?

The blazing sun rises over Tokyo Bay, and the squeaking of cicadas can be heard in the atrium of the school building.

A drop of sweat trickled down his sideburns, slipped into the neckline of his summer school uniform he had just changed into today, and finally disappeared into the edge of his underwear.

Forget it, let's go back to the music classroom.

"Senior sister, wait for me!"

I didn't put the saxophone back up.,Just take it in your hand.,Pick up the instrument case.,Kitahara Saya-e ran towards the back of Mai Tomorrow.。

At nine o'clock, everyone had already arrived, and after a long period of basic training, Toru Watanabe leisurely walked into the music classroom, where the air was gradually becoming cloudy.

Changing into a short-sleeved summer shirt and school uniform, he looked very refreshing, and there was a sense of cleanliness of white sheets drying in the sun.

With a reed in his mouth, he didn't blow any piece of the score, but.

After he sat down in his place, Rin Kiyono looked around the classroom, "Today's plan is to play in the ensemble until before the regular performance in the afternoon." ”

Ignoring the wails of the staff, she continued, "Start tuning. ”

"Yes." Niwa wraps her lips around the clarinet's mouthpiece.

"Wait a minute." Rin Kiyono interrupted her, "From today onwards, the tuning will be handed over to the oboe. ”

The silence in the classroom began to evolve into silence.

A girl stood up: "Kiyono-san, everyone is used to tuning with Niwa-senpai, and there has been no problem, I don't think there is any need to change people!" ”

"I don't care what it was before, whether you are used to it or not, I only strive for the best." Rin Kiyono vetoed the other party's request with an expressionless face.

Toru Watanabe used a reed to blow a long and triumphant "cloth-cloth-" into the ceiling like a train whistle.

The girl slammed down, and the tubular chair made a screeching sound.

Rin Kiyono looked at Toru Watanabe, who was not seated, "Let's start." ”

"Let me show you, even if it's tuning, there is a gap in strength." Toru Watanabe inserted the reed into the oboe and blew on his own regardless of the expressions on which the others were going to beat him.

Unlike him, who is annoying when he speaks, the high-pitched A note played by Toru Watanabe has excellent penetrating power.

It was like a blow to the brain, and the oboe shook the air, piercing everyone's eardrums.

Why is his performance so different when he just reproduces the same note?

How do you get that paralyzing sound?

Just when everyone was silent and at a loss, the sound of the upper bass horn suddenly sounded, it was Mai Tomorrow.

The oboe, the bass horn, and the melody tend to be the same, and they are intertwined in the summer music classroom that feels stuffy even when the air conditioning is on.

This was followed by the bassoon, then the double bass, then the trombone......

At the mouth of the window, there is a transparent kettle, and the tea inside is vibrated up and down by the sound of neat musical instruments. The gently undulating waves reflect the various colors of the sunlight outside the window.

Rin Kiyono raised his hand and signaled that it was okay.

"Ahh

I saw that Toru Watanabe wiped the reeds with 'none of them could hit'.

The little admiration that had just risen in their hearts was instantly covered by anger, not waiting for them to react.

"One, two, one, two, three, four."

As Rin Kiyono waved his baton, the drums began to beat the beat, followed by the main theme of brass and woodwinds......

Same as yesterday.

It's obviously an ensemble, but as long as the oboe makes a sound, it's a solo.

Not to mention the audience, even the players, will subconsciously listen to the beautiful timbre of the oboe in the sound of a group of instruments.

“...... Stop. ”

Rin Kiyono put down her baton, fell into deep thought, and then suddenly raised her head: "Kitahara-san." ”

Toru Watanabe turned around and blew a "cloth-" sound with a reed at Kitahara Haya-e.

Other oboeists, once they have tuned their tunes, will not move the reeds again.

Because if you insert it a little deeper, or a little shallower, the sound will make a big difference in the ears of professionals.

For example, Ritsuko Sato, a former oboeist in the wind club, will never take it off unless it needs to be cleaned up after the tone is tuned.

Toru Watanabe is good, and he takes it off as a whistle when he has nothing to do.

"Yes." Kitahara Zao-e lowered his head and slowly replied to the taunt of the 'Bubu' of the reed.

The classroom fell into a tormented silence, and everyone knew that after Kiyono Rin finished speaking, this innocent girl was going to be ridiculed by the opposite sex again.

"Please practice until you can blow at any level."

The sound of the reeds stopped abruptly.

Kitahara Haya-e raised her head suddenly, her lips slightly open, staring at Rin Kiyono in disbelief.

"Do you hear that?" Rin Kiyono forced her cold gaze.

Tears of excitement swirled in his eyes, and Kitahara's feelings were about to erupt like a volcano.

“...... Be! ”

"Trumpet, here to be neat and ......"

……

During the break, Toru Watanabe, who had been acting all morning and taunting to the point that his mouth was dry, decided to go to the activity classroom of the Human Observation Department to drink some juice.

The refrigerator in the corner of the classroom is filled every day with luxurious snacks, juices, and other foods for the dance.

Inhaling watermelon juice, Toru Watanabe looked at Rin Kiyono across the beech table, writing something on the sheet music.

"You did well just now, you're suddenly popular."

"I have no intention of being popular with them."

"You didn't have friends before, but you lacked a character like me, as long as you were more than you, those people would see your brilliance."

"More than me?" Rin Kiyono looked up.

"yes." Toru Watanabe felt the touch of minced fruit sliding over his tongue.

"You mean I'm excessive?"

At this time, the eyes of the beautiful girl in front of him were a little dangerous, and Toru Watanabe decided to test the other party's emotions first.

"You should, probably, perhaps, want to hear the truth, right?"

"Don't use a hesitant tone, I just want to hear the truth."

"Promise not to get angry, not to make trouble?" Toru Watanabe eats a trench and grows wise, as a saint warrior, he will definitely not suffer two losses in the same move.

But then again, the Saint Seiya itself has been using the same move for a long time, not to mention, it seems that he is often defeated by the same move?

After listening to Toru Watanabe's words, Rin Kiyono couldn't help but have a funny expression on her beautiful face.

"Well, no anger, no fuss, but—" A hint of teasing flashed in her eyes, "it's hot, and I want to drink ice juice." ”

There are two places on campus during this holiday to obtain the name of this item.

One, Miki Kujo's refrigerator;

Toru Watanabe is fine to drink by himself, but if she gives her things to someone else without permission, and she is still a woman, this woman's name is still Rin Kiyono......

Before he had his own tank and had a driver and commander, Toru Watanabe had no intention of doing so.

Second, the vending machine on the first floor.

Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to reiterate the location of the Human Observation Department's activity classroom, on the fifth floor of the Club Building.

The fifth floor, plus one thing that's well known – it's hot in Tokyo, so it's also a deadly, but also painful option.

After a simple trade-off, Toru Watanabe decided to show weakness for the time being.

"How can it be excessive? You're just telling the truth, and some people don't like to hear the truth. ”

Rin Kiyono snorted softly, gave him a blank look, and continued to bury his head in the score.

Always feel like she's a little more girly than before?

After a while, Rin Kiyono took the sheet music full of notes and went to each voice to instruct the training of the wind club.

Because the calligraphy department next door was resting, Toru Watanabe simply practiced in the activity classroom.

It was his goal to arouse hatred in the wind club, but he didn't have such a hobby in a space that hated him entirely.

Not long after practicing, the door of the activity classroom was pushed open.

"So soon...... Senpai? ”

Standing outside the door of the classroom was Mai Tomorrow, whose eyes were as clear as water.

The slender and graceful cold senior sister silently closed the sliding door and locked it.

The snapping sound of the chain switch made Watanabe swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"Senior Sister Tomorrow, you suddenly came here?"

"Call me Mai."

"Huh?"

"Call me Mai." Tomorrow Mai walks towards Toru Watanabe.

Seeing the momentum of the other party not letting him escape, Toru Watanabe subconsciously stood up.

"Senior sister, is there something you are doing here?"

"Let's show Toru Watanabe-san underwear." The tone was as natural as if he were telling him to show him the score.

Tomorrow Mai began to unbutton her shirt one by one, and by the time she untied the third one, she could already see black underwear and a touch of snow.

For a young woman full of infinite longing, such a scene has a fatal attraction.

Toru Watanabe worked very hard to get his eyes off the black and white.

But the afterglow is out of control.

As Mai Tomorrow approaches, Toru Watanabe finds that his back is against the wall.

Toru Watanabe wanted to escape, but Mai Tomorrow forced him to the window, propped his hand on the transparent glass window, blocking the way.

'I'm wall-knocked?' Toru Watanabe's brain lost thinking.

But the panic swept over immediately.

Toru Watanabe doesn't hate this kind of scene, but at least change the place and time!

Rin Kiyono will come back at any time!

The third floor opposite is the music classroom!

There is also a row of training rooms full of wind clubs, and the members only need to look up at the window to see this side clearly!

Besides, he wasn't Toru Watanabe before he went to Ochanomizu, and now he will definitely be killed once he is caught cheating!

"That...... Senpai? ”

The eyes of the two met at close range, and Toru Watanabe saw that Mai's snow-white cheeks had burned red.

Her gaze naturally shifted downward, and her white shirt and black underwear both swelled high.

A rush of heat rushed to his head.

The close-up of the body of the senior sister is really bad for the heart.

Toru Watanabe looked at it, and originally opened his mouth to say something, but for some reason he was a little out of breath, so that he couldn't say anything.

Mai Tomorrow was silent, pursing her lips and shyly expressing her expression, indicating that she was enjoying Toru Watanabe's gaze.

In the activity classroom, artificial air conditioning can no longer stop the natural heat of summer.

Watanabe's fiery snort erupted and hit Mai Tomorrow's collarbone, and every time this happened, her body trembled slightly like a spasm.

The sunlight is like a dream, hitting Tomorrow's Mai's white shirt, and Toru Watanabe can see the lines of her slender body.

Further down, every time the skirt swayed, the thighs were faintly visible in white and red.

Toru Watanabe swallowed hard, but found that his throat was still dry, so much so that he began to wonder if he had really swallowed the liquid just now.

Could this be an illusion, in fact, he had fallen asleep on the table just now?

Because isn't it all too dreamy?

The school building, the hot summer, the white clouds of school uniforms, the girls' high school students and the boys' high school students, two chests against chests.

The snort had just come out of their lungs and was sucked in by another person.

This scene should be drawn on a light cover, or the first episode at the beginning of the anime to draw the viewer in.

Just when Toru Watanabe was worried about being seen again, and he was reluctant to push it away, Mai Tomorrow suddenly raised her face.

Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes fluttering slowly up and down, and a drop of sweat followed a flawless two-step arc and fell into the ravine of her collarbone, drawing a hormone-stimulating curve.

"Whew-"

She exhaled slowly, a breath full of sweetness, which seemed to carry a hazy vapor.

Mai Tomorrow staggered back and sat on Toru Watanabe's steel chair.

It's over?

Senior sister's unexpected ...... Not top?

Toru Watanabe was uncomfortable.

At this moment, the peachy atmosphere dissipated, and the chirping of cicadas suddenly came from the window, and the eardrums seemed to be stinging.

"Senior sister, why are you ...... To do this? ”

"I don't know." The flush on Mai's face hasn't faded yet, and a pair of springs seem to be really flowing delicious spring water.

"Don't know?"

"Hmm." She answered softly, muttering like a fool, "It doesn't matter anything, except for Tosh." ”

The outside cannot bring any emotion, only he is an exception?

"But why do I still ...... when I did that kind of thing in the wind club" Toru Watanabe didn't know whether to use 'like' or 'obsessed', "approaching me?" ”

"Toru is good at whatever attitude he has towards others, I don't care." Mai Tomorrow shook her head, her grass-like dry bangs swaying, and there was a hint of naivety.

"I have a girlfriend."

"I don't care." Mai Asuki lifted her legs slightly, and her hands reached into the pleated skirt.

Although she couldn't see the world under her skirt, judging by her movements, she was undoubtedly pulling something down.

"Senior sister!"

It really doesn't work!

Now the woman who Toru Watanabe dares to touch casually must be Miki Kujo.

Toru Watanabe admits that he is a little, but at the same time he is a person who is very good at judging the situation - in some people's mouth, he is just timid, just look at it, and the actual physical contact is definitely not good.

For the sake of impulse, he lost his life and harmed his parents, which is what perverts do.

Wait for Kujou Miki to come back, isn't it good to do something to her?

Recently, he's been reading books on how to massage!

So no matter how good Mai is in shape tomorrow, she is cold in front of people, and she is enthusiastic and active in front of him, but he still can't ......

"Please help me throw it away."

"Huh?"

Toru Watanabe looked at the sweat-soaked black fabric in his hands.

"I'll go back first." After saying that, Mai Tomorrow walked out the door as if nothing had happened.

"Senior sister, you're like this?!"

How can you wear nothing! What to do if someone else finds out!

"Huh?" Mai Tomorrow tilted her head slightly, looking at Toru Watanabe with a puzzled gaze.

"That's, below you."

Mai Tomorrow thought about it for a while before she seemed to understand what he meant. Her slender and slender hand rested on her waist and lowered her skirt down.

The skirt dripped up to the knees, and there was no difference between it and cropped pants.

That's not ...... How can it be!

Is that a matter of the length of the skirt? ~

It's the difference between wearing and not wearing, nothing and being, zero and one!

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