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

Chapter 83 He already knew what was going to happen next, but he didn't reveal anything to Takeda

He stayed in the grocery store until late at night and took the tram back to the rental house with Takeda.

It was almost eleven o'clock. Apart from the two of them, the only other person in the entire carriage was a middle-aged man who looked like he had just eaten a bowl of ramen and a can of beer after working overtime and was dragging his tired body home.

He sat far away in a corner near the end of the carriage, leaning back in his seat, staring blankly at his phone.

He was eating grapes. Takeda had finished reading the second volume of "Wrong Love" when he was free in the grocery store, and chatted with him in the tram.

Inside the store, he idly counted the number of customers who came to the grocery store.

There were twenty-six people in total, including six young men around twenty years old, all wearing headphones and taciturn, with no communication except for paying the bill; fourteen middle-aged men in formal clothes, concentrated at 9:40 and 10:20, which is probably the real closing time of two companies in the nearby office buildings every night; the remaining three women also in formal clothes, a child who came to buy snacks secretly, and two elderly people who came to buy sundries and tools.

He even remembered clearly what was bought - he had long been accustomed to observing these details, delving into the social phenomena and ideological personalities reflected behind them, swallowing and chewing them, and turning them into some kind of nourishment for growth.

Whether you call it experience or life experience, this habit has brought him a lot of benefits until now.

Not only in painting, but also in interpersonal communication, his extensive observation has benefited him greatly - this is also one of the reasons why he is confident that he can be qualified for the position of prime minister.

Perhaps in a tavern in the distant past, an art student had thought the same thing.

Of course, there are still huge differences in ideals, ambitions and social concepts.

He told these to Takeda as a topic of conversation to pass the time.

Takeda said that the number of invoices can be seen at the cash register, and she knows exactly how many customers there are every night. The most customers are middle-aged people who are getting off work nearby and come to buy cigarettes, alcohol and ready-to-eat food.

Let’s talk about the contents of the first two volumes of "The Wrong Love", the triangular or even quadrilateral relationships in the superficial sense, how many male and female protagonists there are, and whether the love views of all the protagonists in the first two volumes who have never fallen in love with other people will change in the future... Only talk about the parts that Takeda has already seen, and don’t spoil the plot.

Because there are too many protagonists, each of them is portrayed separately. Some protagonists still seem like supporting roles in the third volume, and it is unknown what kind of feelings the character that Takeda is about to voice has towards whom.

One of the male protagonists, if Asakura hadn't specifically asked for an illustration, even his name would have been automatically filtered out.

He gave the first volume he bought at the bookstore in the afternoon to Takeda. When he encounters difficult-to-understand parts when reading the script in the future, he can just flip through the original text as a reference.

The next morning, Takeda rarely went for morning exercise. Instead, he cleaned up another bedroom on the first floor and cleaned the living room at the same time.

I guess he was doing all this with the expectation that if he could be discharged from the hospital today, he would bring his mother to live with him.

He saw everything and knew that Takeda's expectations were doomed to fail, but he still picked up the mop and helped mop the living room floor. He discussed with Takeda what kind of bedding to buy - whether one of them would go to the store to buy it and have them shipped together, or just pay the home improvement workers to do it.

Study the height difference of the steps at the entrance, how to ensure that the wheelchair can be pushed up smoothly, and whether to consider using thick wooden boards with a harder material to customize a gentle slope.

He mentioned that there was a dryer on the balcony of his room, and the drain pipe led directly to the courtyard through the gap in the balcony railing.

Although the yard of the rental house is not big, it is not small when you actually live in it and look down from the balcony on the second floor.

But in the end, both of them were busy with something, and no one cleaned up or even set foot in the backyard.

There are unknown shrubs that bear red fruits in autumn, and various weeds of different heights. The cobblestone path that leads from the front yard around the house is quite clear, but other places inevitably have a sense of desolation as if they have been abandoned for a long time.

Such a small courtyard, should we simply tidy it up and plant some flowers and plants to decorate it, so that Takeda's mother can have something to do when both of them are not at home?

Have you considered buying a TV? He plans to buy a better TV, and then say that it was given to him by a Kuroki fan, and sell it to him at a 50% discount, so that he can enjoy it at home.

Kuroki and Asakura will inevitably come again in the future, and we can't just play mahjong.

When Takeda left for the hospital, he was still seriously thinking about the planning of the rental house and chatting with him on Line.

He was just discussing it. As for the fact that Takeda's mother would inevitably have to be hospitalized for a period of time in the future, he just pretended not to know.

Although it was irresponsible, all these were the internal affairs of the Takeda family and were not something he should touch upon casually.

While chatting with Takeda on Line, he put on his trumpet and walked slowly to the school, entered the school building, walked through the corridor, and climbed the stairs to the wind band on the top floor.

Because of the general cleaning, he arrived at the art department a little later than usual. The wind band had already finished their early morning ensemble and dispersed to various parts, practicing in groups in the unused classrooms on the top floor.

The bass section consists of three euphoniums and one double bass.

The three euphonium players are all girls, and the double bass player is a boy, who seems to be taciturn at first impression.

The percussion group consists of a timpani, a snare drum, and a cymbal, all of whom are boys.

When he passed the third classroom and saw two trumpet players through the half-open door, he symbolically knocked on the door with the backs of his fingers and walked in.

The two current trumpet players in the Kitakura High School Wind Ensemble's trumpet section are both female. One has slightly curly hair, adorned with a headband decorated with small plastic cards; the other has long hair that falls straight down, a little shorter in front of her ears than behind her. Her bangs cover her eyebrows, and her eyes sparkle.

"Are you... from the student union? Or... a junior? What's the matter?" The small plastic card on the headband was an acrylic board with a strawberry pattern printed on it. The strawberry board stopped practicing, looked at him and asked.

"I want to join the army." He took off the small box on his back and answered directly.

"Joining the club? Now? Wait until school starts!" Strawberry immediately lost interest. "We're practicing hard for Kanto... for the Kanto Tournament. The members who aren't participating are already on vacation, so joining the club won't help."

"I came here just because I wanted to participate in the competition." He opened the trumpet case, took out the trumpet that he had just blown once after buying it, and installed the mouthpiece.

"Participate in the competition...huh?" Strawberry Ban was puzzled. "The Tokyo competition is over. Not coming before and waiting until we can go to the Kanto Tournament to join the club is too selfish, isn't it? Are you trying to hold us back?!"

"As long as you don't hold me back, that's all that's fine, right?" He walked forward, glanced at the music sheet in front of another girl who had remained silent the entire time, thought for a moment, and spent another 4 points to upgrade his trumpet playing experience to Level . He smiled politely at them, "If you want to join an orchestra, there's always a standard, no matter how high it is. I'm sure I can meet that standard."

"That's easy to say..."

"In other words," he wrote down the music, took two steps back, and mentally rehearsed the fingering and breath control required using his newly acquired playing experience. His smile was pure and harmless. "Those trumpet players who joined the club earlier than me, even at the beginning of the semester, also couldn't participate in the competition because they didn't reach the ensemble level?"

"you--!"

Before Strawberry Ban could say anything, he had already blown the trumpet.

The melody he had just memorized flowed smoothly from the trumpet in his hands, clear and bright.

Will this level of performance still lag behind? The melody seemed to ask this.

(End of this chapter)