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

Chapter 41 "Amano is dead, Inoue should stand!"

After dinner and before class, a new communication group appeared in the Line address book, with a total of five members including him.

The group name is "Contest! Sprint!", and all the members of the piano competition club who still hang out at school after school in the afternoon are here.

Besides him and Amano, Sakurai, Kimura, and Kato all spoke. They all seemed to be good students who would sneak their phones into school.

Kato asked about the use of the exchange group, and Sakurai replied that Kimura wished that it would be great if Mr. Igarashi also had a Line account so that he could join the group and speak.

He briefly browsed the message records, opened the communication group information page, and changed the group name to "Amano is dead, Inoue should stand!".

Mute it, put it in your pocket, and preview the new lesson.

After school in the afternoon, the group name was changed back to its original state, and there were a few more private messages in the unread reminder.

[Sakurai: If you keep doing this, Sou-chan will get really mad!]
[Sakurai: He relies on this kind of behavior to attract girls' attention.]
[Sakurai: Even if it's another girl, you wouldn't have any feelings for her, right?]
[Inoue: Will you really get angry? Will you look at me like I'm trash?]
He marveled at Sakurai's perseverance.

But Amano was her childhood friend who was outstanding in every aspect; he was just an ordinary classmate who came from nowhere.

Why did Sakurai choose to help him? Putting aside Amano himself, what good did Sakurai see in him that made him a good match for him?
He walked along the corridor leading to the community building, puzzled.

Sakurai quickly read the message but didn't respond for a long time.

The hope is to see his "true face" clearly, and preferably be completely disappointed in him, so that he can, as far as possible, leave the piano club unscathed after completing the task.

Although Sakurai's purpose in establishing the competition exchange group was impure, it turned out to be convenient for him to contact Kimura.

Check the information of the communication group members, add friends, and fill in the verification information: "From today on, the first half of the time belongs to Kimura-san, and the second half belongs to me."

After he reported to the art department and sat down at his desk, Kimura replied. [Kimura: Is the money for tuning on the desk?]
[Inoue: Give it to me personally before leaving.]
If Kimura could find another piano room, he would not have to save money and spend money to compete with him for the piano in the hobby club.

Speaking of Kitayuka High School alone, apart from the two pianos in the piano club, only the wind band has one, and at this time the members of the wind band are also practicing for their competition.

But for Kimura, who will be participating in the preliminary round of the competition in half a month, one and a half hours of practice every day is far from enough.

He must find a special way to give up the remaining time that "belongs to him".

[Kimura: And more.]
[Kimura: Inoue-san and Amano have a grudge?]
Inoue: At the competition the day before yesterday, I was first and Amano was second. It was my first successful revenge.
He took the rinsed pen, read the message, responded briefly, and began to draft the practice topics he had thought of since morning.

On Sunday, he walked with Tong Zhutian through the old residential streets that are gradually becoming fading away from the times, and many scenes worth recording were imprinted in his mind.

Walls covered with grass, an empty yard that has become a cattery, and the tidiest haunted house with the cheapest rent...

The narrow ramp at the corner deep in the street is also particularly worth noting. The branches of the crabapple tree in the neighboring yard extend over the wall, and the metal handrail across the middle of the ramp has long lost its paint and is covered with rust.

The slope, which is already narrow and divided into two halves, can only allow ordinary small electric vehicles to pass through.

He drew the ramp, the crabapple tree and the handrail, the rain soaking the slope, and the black and white cat that had been nestling under the eaves of the cattery running to the eaves of the house next to the crabapple tree...

When it started raining outside the art classroom window, the drowsy teacher lying on the desk got up and turned on the indoor light.

It was almost six o'clock in the evening. He put aside the painting in which he had drawn most of the shapes, stretched, got up and went to the piano interest room at the other end of the corridor.

(End of this chapter)