Tokyo: Who would still fall in love after being spoiled?

Chapter 113 There should be a wanted poster for Inoue posted in front of the Hayami High Gate with a sign indicating no entry.

Wow——!
His playing was not particularly outstanding; he was just able to play the melody skillfully. However, everyone in the Hayashi High School wind orchestra classroom, including the advisor, waited quietly for him to finish the entire melody before a girl opened the door and looked at him.

"Is he... a junior who wants to join the wind band?" the girl asked him, a hint of misunderstanding in her voice. "No... it doesn't have to be a first-year student... is it a second-year student?"

The girl had slightly long bangs, one side of which was lifted above her eyes with a hairpin to ensure that she could see clearly even when she looked up slightly.

His tone of voice was a little timid, as if he was talking to himself.

"Sophomore," he replied, looking inside.

The consultant of Zaoshigao was a middle-aged man who was a little fat, but he had thick hair and did not wear glasses. He looked very energetic, and no one would associate him with words like greasy. He was standing behind the command desk, looking towards him and observing.

Amano was in the farthest corner facing the door, next to an upright piano. Amano sat on a bench in front of the upright piano.

The door of the room was located diagonally opposite the upright piano, so it was not difficult for him to see Amano, and he was attracted by the expression on her face, the upright piano beside her, and the white dress on her body. It was also not difficult for Amano to find that the guy playing the trumpet outside the door was him. She looked straight at him and then frowned slightly.

I don’t know what he is going to do next.

In fact, even he himself didn't know what the point of making such a fuss was.

He just followed the intuition in his mind and found a place where the trumpet was allowed to exist and where the trumpet needed to be sounded.

I just followed my intuition and wanted to play this melody for Amano.

So he came here and blew the trumpet outside the door for no apparent reason.

At this point, he was already satisfied and had no objection even if he just apologized and went home.

As for why he appeared here, what his identity was, what his intentions were, and so on, those questions were left to the members of the Hayashi High School Wind Orchestra to wonder about.

But in reality, it didn't work... After he and Amano looked at each other, he broke away from the state of pursuing his intuition.

It's like a participating team finally defeats its opponent in the final and wins the championship - if it were a movie, it would end here, but in reality it doesn't.

In reality, they cannot be just players. They also have their own families and even other careers besides playing football... Perhaps, there should be a plot in film and television works where the grocery store owner is actually a football king.

If he just walked away as if nothing had to do with him, it would not only affect himself but also bring trouble to Amano - the last time he came to Hayashi High School, the director who met with him and Amano and the two girls who were suspected to be deputy directors also recognized him.

"A sophomore is also a junior...ah, what am I talking about? Then, for asking this question, am I not..." The dazed girl with the hairpin had never seen him before and was still apologizing to him in her mumbling, "Sorry, junior! I'm so stupid, but don't worry, I'm the only one as stupid as you in the wind band. Everyone else is very smart..."

"It's okay, senior sister is already very smart." He came back to his senses, comforted her casually, and smiled in the direction of Amano.

"Junior, you don't need to comfort me like this...Junior, your smile is so gentle..."

He thought about it and came up with a reasonable explanation that could avoid affecting Amano.

"I'm Kotomi Ogasawara from Class 3A..."

"Well—" he was about to answer.

"Kotomi! Don't invite him to join the club! He is not a student of Wasami High School." The short-haired girl who he saw when he and Amano first came here ran out and grabbed Ogasawara.

"Eh! Not Hayashi High School?" Ogasawara blinked in surprise, but quickly reacted and made his next decision. "Then, which school does my junior go to? And, and, you haven't even finished your name yet..."

"Inoue Hatsu, Class C, second year of Nanying High School." His tone was extremely sincere.

"Can you please leave me your contact information..." Ogasawara clung to the door frame to resist the force of the short-haired girl who was holding her waist and dragging her into the room. "Hasami High School still has the opportunity to participate in the Kanto Tournament this time. Would you like to consider transferring to our Hayashi High School, Ino-chan—"

Ogasawara was finally dragged away by the short-haired girl, with the help of the long-ponytailed captain.

"What Nanyinggao! This guy is Beiyinggao! The guy who came to provoke our club!" The head of the long ponytail still holds a deep grudge against him.

It's too vindictive.

"How about taking a photo of the wanted poster and sticking it on the wall of your wind band classroom, and then giving a copy to the security guard." He kindly suggested.

"Is that so? But I don't think Ino-san would do something like that..."

"Fenghua!" The minister with a long ponytail couldn't stand it anymore and gave the order.

Upon hearing the sound, the short-haired girl covered Ogasawara's mouth, tied her hands and feet, and pushed her aside.

"So, what are you doing here? And what did that trumpet blast just now mean?"

"I overheard it when I was passing by, and thought I could play better than your trumpet player, so I came here." He shrugged while holding the trumpet, his tone gentle and innocent.

"Passing by?" The man with the long ponytail laughed angrily, not believing his nonsense at all.

"The school wall is behind this building. I heard it as I was passing by. I memorized the melody a few times and it's almost the same as what I just played."

Ogasawara was silent, and everyone in the wind band classroom remained quiet except him and the leader.

He saw that the consultant of the Hayami High School Wind Orchestra was still observing, while Amano had a helpless look on his face, looking at him as if he were a mental patient, as if he didn't want to admit that he knew him.

"So you came here just to play it, just to mock us for not having anyone better than you?" The long-tailed girl was furious. "I'm not as good as Ino-san..." Ogasawara suddenly pulled Fuuka's hand away and whispered.

"There's also Nishida! Ogasawara! Stop speaking for others!"

"I... um... I'm sorry, Minister..." Ogasawara lowered his head, like a child who was scolded for doing something wrong.

"Isn't that the truth?" He smiled and looked around the entire orchestra until he found the position of the other trumpet player. "Isn't that right? Nishida-senpai?"

"We have just started practicing this song..." The girl with two pigtails looked at him and bit her lip.

"The part I just played is not in the original song, right?" he said with a smile.

The consultant from Waseda had been watching him the entire time, and finally frowned when he heard this.

"So," he tapped his trumpet lightly with the back of his finger, "no matter what, I must have practiced for less time than you did—as I said earlier, I've only heard you play and practiced a few times with you; I've never even seen the music."

"Anything else?" Long Ponytail asked in a stern tone, "You've already given me the warning you wanted to give me. If you don't have anything else, please leave immediately. You're not welcome here."

"Don't be in a hurry. You still have to grab your place from the masters of Beiying..." He said slowly, and even wanted to find a place to sit down.

"Isn't that right?" He looked at the consultant and asked with a smile.

At this point, I have offended the entire Zaoshi High School Wind Orchestra.

"The quota..." The advisor finally moved his lips, ready to speak for his students. "The competition rules have been agreed upon by your advisor and Ms. Amano."

"Then what's wrong with what I said?"

"But the main reason we're willing to accept the competition isn't because of the quota." The advisor tapped the podium with the backs of his fingers. "It's to prove that an orchestra that doesn't respect wind instruments can't produce a good melody."

"You mean Beiyinggao doesn't respect wind music?" He raised his eyebrows pretentiously, and noticed out of the corner of his eye that Amano stood up from the upright piano and walked out of his sight along the side wall of the wind music classroom.

"At least in you, I don't see any respect for wind music." Perhaps the consultant saw through his intentions, but was not led by his words. Instead, he deliberately picked him out of "Beiying High School".

"Then let's compete in the scheduled competition." The initial goal has been achieved, and there is no angle to further create a hostile relationship. He plans to leave first to avoid being blocked in the school by students in the classroom who will call their classmates from the kendo club or boxing club if he stays too long.

"That's how it should be." The consultant said seriously, rebuking his behavior.

"That"

beep--

The moment he turned around, Amano, who had stood in the position where he had just played, raised a silver trumpet in his hand and played the melody he had just played.

The horn's sound was long and resounding, penetrating from afar and carried high into the sky by the breeze outside the window. It resonated in his ears and in his heart at the same time.

The call from the valley, the girl's monologue to her past self in the duet, nostalgia, appreciation, encouragement, farewell...

Sometimes brisk, sometimes gentle.

A burst of raindrops like the patter of rain fell down, and with a shout, they were shaken off the umbrella all of a sudden, and a rainbow appeared in the clear sky after the rain.

A moment like the wind blowing through the branches, bringing the cherry blossoms down with it, making my junior high school self bend down, scoop up a handful of petals, and blow them away with all my strength...

At the end of the melody, there was silence again.

"Inoue-san."

Amano met his gaze, raised the corner of his mouth with a smile, gently lifted the hair that fell in front of his ear, and whispered to him,

“Wait till you can blow it to this extent.

"Come and show off your strength again."

I don’t know which girl started clapping first, but then the entire wind orchestra classroom began to burst into warm applause, which continued one after another for a long time.

"Ms. Amano, are you planning to transfer to Hayashi High School?" he asked amid the applause.

"I will participate in the competition." Amano shook his head and said to him.

"Ms. Amano——!" Even the classroom began to hear deeply moved cheers of support.

“We will also work hard!”

"Not bad." He said meaningfully.

"Thanks to you..." Amano looked into his eyes, as if searching for something. After a few seconds, he looked away, drooped his eyelids slightly, and smiled faintly.

……

(End of this chapter)