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

Chapter 70 Melody and Hope Written by Hand
He stood motionless in front of the sink for a long time until a girl from the sports club who came to drink water turned off the faucet for him and stabbed him, only then did he realize this.

When I came to my senses, I had already been chatting with Amano for quite a while.

[Inoue: So, what exactly is this club activity?]
He finished sharing the information about "what street bikes Kamen Rider chooses as his official motorcycle" and went straight back to the topic.

[Amano: Kamen Rider Inoue, need help?]
[Inoue: Whether I can help or not is another matter. I just want to know.]
After sending the message, he walked a few steps towards the stadium, stopped at a place where his view would not be blocked by tree trunks, and watched the football club's shooting and penalty saving practice.

The ratio of goals scored to penalties saved is about seven to three.

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement from Amano.

Another half-high ball was blocked out of the door. He withdrew his gaze and prepared to go directly to the wind band on the top floor to find Amano.

Thinking of this, he noticed that there was no sound of ensemble practice coming from the wind band for a while.

He had never noticed it before today, and now that he thought about it, he had no recollection of when there was a full ensemble and when it was just group practice.

Just as he turned back into the room and was about to step onto the stairs to the top floor, Amano finally responded.

[Amano: To be precise, I haven't reported this to Natori-san yet, so it can't be considered a club activity; it's just my personal matter.]
"..."

[Amano: And... even though Inoue-san's piano playing is quite good, it doesn't seem to be of much help to me.]
[Inoue: I'm already at the entrance of the orchestra.]
He couldn't stand it anymore and stepped onto the stairs.

Give him a system where the nameless god can forcibly control other people's thoughts and use this to oppose him everywhere?

He had to find out the whole story today, even if there were no subsequent tasks and he still had to help.

[Amano: I'm in the hallway outside the wind band right now, Inoue-san.]
[Inoue: Wait! It's almost here.]
He put away his phone, took a step forward, and ran up the stairs three steps at a time.

"Minding my business?" Amano leaned against the corridor window, clasped his hands over his chest, and watched him run up with a smile on his face.

"Just think of it as meddling in your business." He took a breath and stood closer. "What's going on?"

There was only the noisy murmur of discussion in the wind section, and no voice of commanding thought could be heard at all.

"Inoue-san..." Amano stared at him for a while and couldn't help sighing, "If you keep going like this, I'm really going to suspect you're a psychopath."

"Just treat me as a mental patient." He hadn't been this upset in a long time. He felt like there was always something blocking his heart. Perhaps it was from the day he jumped into the river to swim, or even earlier, his mentality was different from usual.

"Then..." Amano loosened his arm, took out his phone, plugged in his earphones, and handed one of them to him. "Have you ever studied ensemble composition? Patient Inoue."

Composition… ?
He took the earphones without comment, took a step closer to Amano, and put them in his left ear.

After he put it on, Amano pressed the play button.

A colorful wind ensemble music flowed into his left ear from the headphones, melodiously.

"This piece is the free selection that the Kitakura High School Wind Ensemble will use in their next competition."

While he was listening to the music, Amano slowly began to explain.

"Because the piece itself had flaws in some passages, the conductor consultant took the initiative to find the composer, hoping he could help improve it."

"Does it have to be this song?" he couldn't help asking.

I've been listening for more than a minute, but I don't feel any dissonance.

"The command advisor said he likes it." Amano sighed here, with a hint of helplessness.

"So you're going to say that you're the composer of this song?" he asked.

The melody in the headphones happened to turn into a melodious and ethereal trumpet solo, which inexplicably made him feel a sense of familiarity.

"Of course not me." Amano shook his head, wondering about his way of thinking, and gave the answer -

“The composer is my father.”

"Why not leave it to your father to perfect it?" The trumpet solo ended, followed by a gradually fading ensemble of drums, euphonium, saxophone and flute.

"No." Amano shook his head again.

"why?"

"There are six so-called flaws in it..." At this point, Amano hesitated for a moment, pausing for a few seconds before continuing, "I wrote it when I was in junior high..."

He looked at Amano's evasive eyes and the awkward expression on his face, and wanted to find a camera to record this moment.

But a flash of light appeared before his eyes at an inopportune moment, making it impossible for him to see.

[Mission: Ensure the wind band advances to the national competition.]

[Reward: 200000 points]

Fortunately, I have enough points, so I still have some conscience.

"So..." He guided Amano to summarize.

"My father helped me weave the melody I wrote in junior high school into an ensemble piece. It was loved by many people and even became a required piece for some competitions..."

Tianye's eyelids drooped slightly, then he quickly opened his eyes and looked straight at him.
"These 'flaws' are essentially left by me. Therefore, I must also improve these melodies myself."

Following a shout from what sounded like a teacher's, adult male voice, the orchestra room gradually quieted down.

He looked at Amano, then quickly looked away and fell silent.

wow——

A middle-aged man with the same short braids as Class C's homeroom teacher opened the door and walked out of the wind band.

"Ms. Amano...ah...who is this? Did I disturb you?" The man with short braids wore a suit and had a short beard. His tone of voice was much more polite than that of the eccentric head teacher of Class C.

But it might just be because of Amano's identity.

"No." She pulled the earphones out of his ears and put them away along with the phone. She politely nodded to the man with the short braids and introduced him. "Inoue, he has some mental illness, and he has asked me to help observe and treat him."

It seems that he is not the only one who is good at making up lies. Amano is also good at telling lies.

"I see..." The man with the short braid didn't even doubt it. He just nodded and greeted him, "Hello, Mr. Inoue. Just call me Nishimoto."

"Hello, Mr. Nishimoto." He thought his expression and tone were serious enough now, "But I have to state in advance that I am not mentally ill."

"Don't worry," Nishimoto suddenly understood, "I will treat Mr. Inoue as a normal person."

Amano was watching the show from the side, with his eyebrows curved, as if he wanted to laugh at him.

"I'm here to help Amano compose music," he reiterated.

"Ah..." Nishimoto's expression froze slightly and he looked at Amano.

This time, Amano didn't try to tease him and nodded, "Yeah, it's considered... foreign aid."

(End of this chapter)