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

Chapter 43 A truly determined ideal will never be destroyed by unreasonable setbacks

"Polonaise in F-sharp Minor" is called Polonaise, but it contains a considerable section of Mazurka, which is like a bonfire in a snowstorm, or a huge ship pausing in a calm harbor in a torrential rain and waves.

It can be regarded as a "wonderful piece" among the seventeen Polonaises composed by Chopin.

It is neither as strong and grand as the heroic Polonaise, which praises prosperity; nor as hesitant and sad as the fantasy Polonaise, which reflects suffering.

"...This is the most romantic and unique Polonaise of Chopin! It has the passion for struggle, as well as tenderness and hope..." Kimura's mood gradually calmed down as she spoke at length about Polonaise.

Previously, she talked about Chopin from the background of Polonaise, and now she has just talked about the "Polonaise in F-sharp minor" itself. It is foreseeable that she will continue to talk at length.

This knowledge, which was in some sense irrelevant, was of no use to him and was a waste of time.

I couldn't help but interrupt.

"Do you like this song?"

"Ah... I like at least the top five of Chopin's pieces." Kimura came to his senses and looked away awkwardly.

"Dede..." He already understood.

Sitting back at the piano, while the inspector who came to chase everyone away was still there, he played the opening interrogative melody of the "Polonaise in F-sharp Minor" again... and used the performance experience that the system had stuffed into his mind without reservation.

Dusk gradually darkened.

Kato and Amano came and sat on chairs nearby, listening quietly.

Saotome and Ichinose also came. Saotome must have seen him from the window facing the corridor while looking around. Seeing that the people around her were silent, they also did not speak and stood far away.

The patrolling teacher also came and blocked the door of the room, holding a flashlight in his hand. He swept it for a moment, then turned it off and listened to his performance silently.

After the last section of the melody ended, the patrol teacher turned on the flashlight again and shone it at his head.

"Stop playing. It's time to go!" the man shouted.

"Let's go!" He stood up from the piano obediently, but the man still only looked at him.

"It's time for you to leave..." When he spoke to the students other than him, his tone was completely different.

Dede... All the students in this room are girls except him.

"So amazing..." After leaving the classroom, the six of them walked together. Saotome rarely praised him, so the second half of the sentence changed, "No wonder he can be a scumbag."

"Scumbag?" Kimura is now more concerned about his rumors and scandals than the competition in half a month. It's really her fault for playing the piano so badly.

"It seems that it takes some skills to flirt with girls everywhere." Saotome sighed unnecessarily.

"We're just friends at best...how can we be lovers?" The well-educated and well-mannered Miss Ichinose defended him.

"Is that so..." Amano gave him a pretentious look, as if he wanted to muddy the waters, with no good intentions.

"I don't think so." Saotome snorted, and only then did he notice that this person seemed to be wearing pantyhose today.

He was unknowingly caught between a group of girls, unable to move forward or backward. Even though the topic was clearly about himself, he couldn't get a word in.

Are there too many girls around him recently?
If I had known that I would be facing this situation, I should have found a boy to talk to in advance, at least there would be someone to talk to.

Blame him for disliking high school boys for being too immature, but now it seems girls are just as bad.

Inoue felt a headache when he thought about his future in the near future.

The group dispersed in the shoe-changing area and regrouped into three groups as they exited the school building.

Saotome ran ahead, holding Ichinose's arm. They hurried out of the school gate and got into a black car with a suit-and-tie driver. Kimura and Kato walked about five meters ahead. Kato's hairpin was askew, and Kimura took two quick steps, stepped back, and straightened it for her, a genuine smile on his face, which had just been crying.

"Humans are so complicated..." He sighed unconsciously as he looked at the scene at dusk.

"More complicated than the Cybotans?" Amano asked with interest, walking side by side with him.

"At least it's more complicated than a psychopath."

"Ah, in Inoue-kun's eyes, people with illnesses are expelled from human society?"

He fell silent, looking back at Amano, who had a half-smile on his face.

"What Tian Ye-san means is that all human thoughts, regardless of age, are equally complex?"

"I didn't say that." Amano raised his hand to lift his hair and looked away from him.

"I didn't say that either."

“…” Amano didn’t answer for the time being, but walked in front of him, keeping a slight distance between them.

He couldn't see what expression she had at that moment.

I thought back to the competition, the nervous contestants backstage, and the side profile of Amano, his eyelids drooping slightly when he heard he was second place...

In addition, I will not hold back and perform cheating today.

What does he mean to Amano now?

The world line without a system is completely useless for reference, and the fate of the future is back in his own hands.

But he still couldn't help but pay attention to the girl next to him who was wearing a sailor suit, had small breasts, was a little neurotic, and had unfathomable thoughts.

Perhaps it was the words that appeared when the system was first activated, perhaps it was the completely different behavior from the high school girls he knew, perhaps it was the piano music at the competition...

No matter what the reason was, he couldn't help but have this thought in mind - he didn't want the things he obtained with the help of the system to affect her, or even affect or damage those who worked tirelessly to obtain these things.

He even began to regret participating in the competition - the temperament of the mastermind was more in line with his position.

"You play well, Inoue-san." As Amano walked out of the school gate and headed towards the other side of the street, he smiled at him and praised, "Polonaise in F-sharp minor."

"Just good?" He raised his eyebrows to express his dissatisfaction.

"Of course it's just good." Amano sighed, "Do you want any other evaluation?"

"If I participate in a competition where this piece of music is an option, I'll definitely win first place, right?"

"That's right, then?"

"Then I'll rise to prominence and become famous," he envisioned. "Maybe I'll be the Beethoven of the modern age."

"Inoue-san..." Dr. Amano felt that his patient, Inoue, was hopeless. "A mentally ill person who only cares about fame, fortune, and achievement will never become the Beethoven of our time."

"Is it……"

"Of course." She smiled as if it was a matter of course, gently lifting the hair that was blown to her ears by the evening breeze, her eyes flashing with a different color, "If compared to you..."

She declared softly with great confidence and assurance in her tone.

"In fact, it's more likely that I'll reach that point."

(End of this chapter)