"Okay."

Shallowly passed the trumpet mouthpiece and did not hesitate to take out the wet paper towel in the bag to wipe it.

“！！！”

Futami saw Asama's movements, and his heart was slightly disappointed.

Sure enough, isn't freezing three feet a day's cold?

However, it doesn't matter if it's second sight, it must be because Mai-chan is on the side.

The next time you are alone, you will definitely be able to make a breakthrough!

However, it seems that there is no chance to be alone in the next time, right?

Study, lunch, work in the love counseling department, and a part-time job at Boss Qin's place.

Didn't Shizumi-kun say that if you could, you would come to my house to study together until late?

Jingshui-kun is a big liar!!

Majima held back a smile, closed his eyes, and earnestly continued to blow the notes of the Doppler rhythm.

Asama blew into the trumpet a few times, and Futami pointed out the problem of his mouth shape and luck.

After the adjustment, according to the rhythm of three long and two short, I blew it a few times again.

The trumpet apprentice pinched the mouthpiece, feeling that he had been blowing for a long time, and his head was a little hypoxic, so he had to switch his physical strength to 6 states and continue to practice.

Half an hour passed.

【Ding】

[Acquire Skill, Play (Wind Orchestra - Trumpet) Lv.1]

After acquiring the skill, the tremor practice was a lot smoother at once.

Futami looked at Asama in surprise.

"Jingshui-kun is really talented!"

No, it's the power you have given you.

If you rely on wingman points to exchange skills, if you want to get a suitable skill, I don't know if you have to wait until the Year of the Monkey.

Judging from the actions and results, Asama treats Futami as a tool man for brushing skills.

What I want from you, I can always get.

What you want from me, you can never get.

For this unfair relationship,Asama has a sense of guilt.,But I don't know what to compensate for.。

"It's Yuehai, you taught it well."

"Then let's just try the trumpet."

Asama catches the trumpet handed over by Futami, the silver-plated trumpet has a beautiful LOGO retro print, and the piston has an etched number of "152066".

After 5 minutes of trying to blow the C major scale and getting used to the trumpet fingering, Asama directly played the fourth movement of the Bei Jiu Symphony, "Ode to Joy".

Melodious notes reverberate in the room,

In the ears of Futami, this is a more high, loud, and beautiful voice than the North American black-billed swan,

Futami enjoys the melody with her eyes closed, and Asama's performance makes her feel calm.

It was as if a young French boy was seen in the harbor playing this song of peace to the returning soldiers, celebrating the aftermath of the disaster.

After the performance of "Ode to Joy" for more than one minute, teachers and students gave applause.

"I said, Jingshui-kun, you would have played the trumpet a long time ago, right?"

Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger is a rotten street-level existence in romance.

Asama's high-speed progress made Majima, who had been practicing Doppler pronunciation for more than half an hour, speechless.

The children of poor families have no room to learn to play wind instruments, and they thought they had found a common ground with Asama, but in half an hour, they were betrayed again.

Asama shook his head,

"It's just an entry-level level in the entry-level level, and it's not a complicated chord, and you'll learn it very quickly."

"So, can you give me a try?"

"Okay."

Then the two girls looked at Asama and took out another wet paper towel, wiped the mouthpiece, and wiped the mouthpiece dry with a dry paper towel.

"Don't worry, it's an alcohol-based wet wipe, it's already sterilized."

Majima silently took the trumpet and blew a piece of Doramifa Solasis.

The trills are noticeable, and there is a feeling of a duck call.

Majima shook her head and returned the trumpet to Asama, watching him clean up his mouth once more.

While practicing, Asama and Futami exchanged knowledge about the purchase, maintenance, and so on.

"Second sight, what is your trumpet called? I'll see if Amazon sells it. ”

"It's good that Jingshui-kun just uses mine."

"I'd better buy one myself, and I'll be able to play the trumpet with you when the time comes." Is it just a search for [BACH Trumpet]? ”

Futami imagined the scene of playing with Asama and smiled,

"Then let's say so~ Hmm. Try searching for "Baja 180 Series Trumpet". ”

Asama searched for this trumpet of Futami according to the entry, and the sales purchase record was 5 people.

I looked at the price, and the promotional price was 500,000 yen.

Forget it, don't waste this money.

The trumpet apprentice finally chose the 50,000 yen Yamaha Trumpet.

As a hot-selling model, this trumpet has a good reputation, and the evaluation page is all about praising timbre and cost performance.

Coupled with the cost of next-day delivery, Asama won the key props of the music class for less than 1/4 of the price of a love letter.

It would be nice if the second saw family had a flute or recorder, and it might cost less to let the second see teach him to blow the flute.

Time passed quickly, and by the time Asama came back to his senses, it was already 9:30.

When I came out of Futami's house, the rain began to fall again.

Seeing that Majima was holding a large bouquet of flowers, she would take the paper bag containing the vase by herself later, and it should be very inconvenient to play with an umbrella.

Asama decides to call a taxi to take Majima home.

Majima shook his head,

"Money isn't such a waste, and I'm not a wasted person, so there's no problem with that."

"That's fine. Be careful on the way home alone, call me if there is any problem. ”

Majima pursed her lips, looked up slightly at Asama, and smiled,

"Shisui-kun is like a father."

"It's okay to say I'm an old man."

Suddenly thinking of something, Majima's face turned red and he didn't speak.

Two people with transparent umbrellas walked towards Shirokane Takanawa Station.

"Jingshui-kun, tomorrow morning, can you accompany me?"

Looking at Majima brushing the bangs on the side of the scar, Asama guessed something:

"Surgery?"

"Well, I made an appointment yesterday, and the doctor said that I would be free at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, but I was still a little uneasy to go alone."

"Where's the hospital?"

"It's in Arakawa Ward."

"Yes, we'll meet at your doorstep early tomorrow morning."

"Well, that's it. Thank you, Shisui-kun. ”

"Aren't we friends?"

Friends? But today I realized that there are not enough friends.

But it's great not to be rejected.

"Well, the most important friend."

"I've only known you for less than 10 days, and this conclusion is too rash."

"Shizusui-kun can always say something very excessive with a blank face!"

"After all, it's just a friend who has only known him for less than 10 days, or a subordinate who has been in the company for less than 48 hours."

The eyes of Minami Hamabe's doppelganger curved in a beautiful arc, like the umbrella the two held together on Thursday afternoon.

Why the rush for surgery?

Because I want to get a short haircut earlier.

Why do you want a short haircut?

Because, there is a person who said that she looks beautiful with long hair, but it is more suitable for short hair.

I moved the stars in my arms upward, and the fragrance was very faint, and I could feel it.

Even weeds endure the heat of summer, the bleakness of autumn, and the cold of winter, and then bloom in spring with almost no fragrance.

Yes, that kind of flower, without fragrance, is also very small.

However, it is enough to see spring.

Riding the Mita Line with Majima, Asama said goodbye to the girl at Shiba-Koen Station.

The girl also had to transfer to the Chiyoda Line, and it would take at least about 30 minutes to get home.

Hopefully the rain will be a little less later.

These days, I've been reading old books, and although the wisdom in them is always new, Asama still feels empty.

He is an ordinary person who has no opinions, and always arms himself with other people's opinions.

If some new equipment is not added, he will suffer from a phobia of insufficient firepower.

I went to the convenience store and bought a few magazines that I didn't have time to buy on Fridays.

In 5 minutes, I prostituted 2 magazines of girly and street style in the store.

It is also supplemented with some popular knowledge of fashion art.

For example, the VVN leather fragrance blended by LV's chief perfumer is integrated with the classic oriental fragrance, and three new leather fragrances have been launched. Among them, the "desert fragrance" made with jasmine, roses, and orange blossoms feels very suitable for Fukasawa or Shinomiya.

The refinement and application of local traditional cultural elements in the FENDI "Hand in Hand" art exhibition is also very good, especially the Baguette bag in collaboration with two inheritors of the intangible culture of the Yi nationality in China, and the symbolic elements of hanging barrel tassels and silver bells are not abrupt at all.

Some of the works in the Invincible Summer art exhibition, named after Camus's famous quote "There is an invincible summer in my body", were also carefully studied by Asama.

In addition to buying magazines, Asama also bought a few cans of grape-flavored Fanta, as well as seasonal bathroom anti-mold patches, anti-mold spray, and anti-mold potion.

At 10:15 p.m., I returned to the Asama at home, put down my schoolbag and umbrella, and looked up to see Pochi sleeping in the posture of sleeping Arhat again, lying on the sofa eating potato chips and watching TV.

Yesterday, I thought she was a little more motivated, and she knew to take the book on the desk to read.

Now it's back in its original form.

"I'm back."

"Ah Shui, welcome back~"

Poki jumped off the couch and sprinted and swooped towards the entryway, hugging Asama, who was still changing his shoes, from behind, sniffing and sniffing.

"It's too heavy, get up."

"Ah Shui has such a heavy smell of fish today! Did you go to the bottom of the sea to teach mermaids to read? ”

"There is no one at home for the two little ghosts, so I made dinner and made fish dishes."

Asama pushed Pochi to the living room, went to the kitchen to put the soda in the refrigerator, refilled a glass of water at the water dispenser, and sat down on the bar to rest.

Hearing the fish dish, Poki jumped over and sat down at the bar, puffing out his cheeks and asking:

"I want to eat it! Why don't you pack some back? ”

Asama glanced at the kitchen and frowned,

"Pochi, you guy, haven't you had a good dinner?"

"Who called Ah Shui, you got so little lunch today?"

Poki was lying on the bar, and Pochi, who was wearing thin pajamas, stretched out his beautiful figure, and kicked and kicked with his two calves.

Asama picked up the glass and leaned back, Poki had just knocked over the glass on the bar.

"Can't you cook your own noodles for dinner? I've made you 2 flavors of mixed noodles and meat sauce. ”

Pochi saw Asama staring at the water glass, so he sat up again, tilted his head and said solemnly:

"No, my noodle kitchen will explode."

Asama clasped his arms with both hands, and his right hand, which was not holding a water cup, tapped his index finger impatiently.

"If you're afraid of gas, can't you use an induction cooker?"

"Anyway, Ah Shui, didn't you say that you came back around 9 o'clock? I don't think it's too late for dinner at nine o'clock. Ah Shui, you big liar! ”

"All kinds of things have been delayed, anyway, I should be able to go back early tomorrow."

"What time will you be back?"

"Before half past nine."

Asama drank the water and put the cup back on the bar.

"That's not too early! Are you trying to starve me? Sue you for animal cruelty. ”

"I'm afraid of starvation, so I order takeout by myself, it's not like I didn't give you pocket money."

"That's my pocket money, if you use one piece, you will lose one piece, how can it be used for living expenses?!"

During the bickering, Asama still sautéed Pochi with a mayonnaise cheese chicken thigh, fried an egg and a plate of fried dumplings.

Pochi sat at the table, didn't even swallow the food in his mouth, and muttered to Asama:

"Ah Shui, I also want to eat fish dishes ~ I want to eat sushi ~ I really want to eat salmon sushi, sweet shrimp sushi, tamago sushi, eel sushi."

"Swallow the rice before you speak!"

Asama sighed and continued:

"I'll bring you some back tomorrow night."

"But I want to eat sushi pinched by Ah Sui~"

"Okay, I'll probably make dinner over there tomorrow."

"Is that excessive? Ah Shui, are you going to be a tutor or a chef? Did their parents give you double the salary? ”

"Why do you care so much? Eat your sushi just that. ”

"Okay."

It seems that the thought of being able to eat sushi tomorrow makes Pochi's mood better again:

"~Sushi~Sushi~Sushi~ I'm going to eat sushi tomorrow~"

"Give me a good meal!"

After Asama took a shower, he found Pochi leaning against the bed, reading a book - "Golden Leaf: A Story from the Golden Branch".

"Pochi, come here."

"Oh~ What's wrong, Ah Shui?"

"If you feel that your pocket money is not enough to spend, you have to find a way to make money yourself, and those who don't work can't eat, you know?"

"Poki doesn't work part-time~"

Knowing that this guy would answer like this, Asama took out a pen and paper on the desk, and said to Bochi, the dry girl:

"In the next three chapters of the law, how much you do every day, I will settle you how much pocket money."

"Does it include sexually charged things?"

"Not included."

"Oh, have fun."

"I don't care what kind of experience you had before, let you develop such values, and if you say this kind of thing to me again in the future, I will sweep you away."

Hearing Asama speak to himself like this for the first time, Pochi felt a little sad in his heart, but his expression was angry:

"Hmph, ruthless man!"

Asama wrote down a lot of things and tapped the table with a pen,

"Listen to me.

In addition to the dining and living room, the household is cleaned every day, including the kitchen, toilet, and bathroom. The reward is 500 yen.

Make bed linen and bedding every day. Reward 100 yen.

Wash and dry your clothes every day and fold them. Reward: 200 yen.

Cook your own meals every day. Breakfast is 200 yen, lunch is 500 yen, and dinner is 500 yen.

Exercise every day. The reward is 500 yen.

Read a book for half an hour a day. The reward is 500 yen.

Record talent videos every day. 500 yen for 15 minutes.

Go out every day, talk to your neighbors, and try to talk to more than 2 people. Reward: 500 yen.

If you complete these things, you will earn 4,000 yen a day, and if you want to do something new, you can communicate with me, and I will judge how much you will be rewarded. ”

"Give Ah Shui a good morning kiss every morning~How much does it cost~"

"Minus 4000."

"How much does it cost to give Ah Shui a big hug every day?"

"Minus 4000."

"How much does it cost to bathe Ah Shui and rub his back every day?"

"Minus 4000."

"Isn't that something you want to do that you can't do at all!?"

"People and dogs have different paths, you don't use your crooked brains."

"What about giving Ah Shui a massage every day?"

"If I promise, I will reward 500."

"Okay~~~! Finally succeeded once~"

Asama handed Pochi the paper of the third chapter of the covenant,

"That's it. There are cameras in the room, and I can basically judge your daily results.

If there is anything else that comes to mind later, fill it in first, and I'll come back tomorrow. ”

Pochi felt like he had received a signed check, looking at his labor contract.

Not sure why.

Looking at a treaty, Pochi's heart warmed, and he felt as if he was one step closer to Asama.

Looking at Asama, who was already sleeping on the sofa.

Poki turned on the desk lamp, turned off the main lamp in the room, and lay on the desk to meditate.

Thanks to the [Seino_Rin] boss for the cute main reward, thanks to the [Rin-chan's Dolphin] boss for the 10,000 reward, thanks to [Ye Luo Zhiqiu is singing] [Xingyu Moon] [Bright Jiangnan] [The Incarnation of the North] [Wild Boar is Idle] [Shattered] The bosses for their rewards, and thank the bosses for their monthly passes, comments, collections, recommendations, and follow-ups.

It's time to keep up the good work.

(End of chapter)