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

Chapter 91 Papaya, avocado, kiwi, lemon, grapefruit.

This time he was a little impatient and even violated his own code of conduct.

Before deciding whether to do something and how to do it, asking too many questions will lead to unnecessary expectations and misunderstandings.

But by this point in the day—it was nearly three in the afternoon, the sun was still glaring, and the classroom was bright enough without turning on the indoor lights—he was already more tired than he had been before lying in bed in recent days.

He no longer wanted to follow any strict rules, observing everything carefully and sorting out everything. At least now he no longer had the energy to do so.

"You don't want Nekaya to have regrets because of the choice he made at this moment." He still spoke in a statement tone, speaking to Asukai who had already avoided his sight.

"Every time the Kitakura Wind Ensemble takes a step forward, the weight of this regret grows deeper," he said. "You know that Nishimoto-sensei's decision to use 'Asumi Haru' as a freestyle piece is quite feasible, and once he gets through the Kanto Competition, he'll definitely get better results than 'Gorgeous Dance' at the national competition—but you don't want to accept it."

Asukai was still silent, and he didn't stop talking.

"If this outcome were to become a reality, you would inevitably be faced with the constant worry that 'Nekoyata is actually dispensable to the wind band,' even if no one else thought so."

"It's still early." Asukai's words were stiff and stubborn.

"But it's not impossible," he stated. "There are only two months and two games left to verify the results."

"...Why are you saying this?" Asukai looked at him again.

"I suddenly wanted to say this." He smiled superficially.

He was extremely good at this kind of smile - pursing the corners of his mouth, slightly narrowing his eyes, and restraining any expression that would convey any information, so as not to reveal any flaws.

It can be clean, pure, sincere... What message it conveys has nothing to do with itself, it all depends on what the person who sees it thinks.

Asukai stared at him carefully, then suddenly stretched out his leg, raised his foot, stepped on the upper of his shoe, and gradually increased the force.

"Strange." She said to herself, "There is a real entity, not an illusion."

"Does it hurt?" she asked him.

"What do you think?" He pulled his foot out with force.

"It's okay to hurt!" she said cheerfully. "You made me unhappy—today must be the worst day of my whole summer. It's like a nightmare."

"Maybe it's the best day yet." He said sarcastically, with pain still lingering in his feet.

"No way." Asukai gritted his teeth.

"I'm the leader of the trumpet group now. Isn't it my responsibility to comfort the members?"

"So you're calling yourself that? Team leader—" Asuka said in disgust, "You're talking so much, it might as well be more effective if you buy me an ice cream cone."

"What flavor do you want?" He stood up immediately.

"Ah? Oh! I was just kidding—"

He had already walked towards Tamura.

"If you insist, Strawberry!"

"Where's Tamura-san?" He wanted to go out for some fresh air, get away from the wind band, and temporarily get away from all the complexity of wind instruments, trumpet, free music, "Tomorrow Spring", and so on.

I'd be happy to do something else, even if it's just some manual labor at the port.

"Eating ice cream will affect your practice." Tamura blew it once and refused.

"Mami likes the original flavor!" Asukai's voice came from afar.

"..." Tamura glared at Asukai, then came to his senses and pleaded with him again, "In addition to the original flavor, buy me another lemon flavor. I'll pay for it."

"No need, it's all my treat." He waved his hand.

"I don't like being indebted to others. It affects my practice." There's something wrong with Tamura's way of thinking—is that how all people with certain qualifications behave? Like a psychopath.

He was speechless for a moment. To buy ice cream, one had to go outside the school gate, but it wasn't far, just across the street.

He slowed down his pace as much as possible under the shade of the cherry tree, took a deep breath, cleared his mind, and listened carefully to the sounds around him.

Listen to the rustling of leaves, the shouts in the stadium, and the clear yet distant sounds of musical instrument practice coming from all over the school building.

Don't think about the meaning behind it, just take it in.

He walked out of the school gate, listened to the cars passing by on the road, listened to what songs were playing in which stores on the commercial street, and listened to the ice cream shop manager asking him what flavor he wanted.

"Hey, kid!" The store manager was already a little impatient. "This is the third time I've asked you. If you really can't think of anything, let the girl waiting behind you buy it first."

"...Strawberry, original, lemon, watermelon," he recalled, waking up his empty mind and organizing his words, "One of each."

"Ah—ok, okay... why didn't you tell me earlier!" The store manager regained his patience.

I got the ice cream cones, two in each hand, and rushed back to the orchestra faster than when I came, but the surface still started to melt.

Asuai took it and took a big bite. He breathed out of the cold air and ate it with peace of mind.

When Tamura saw the ice cream cone in his hand, he went out first and came back with an extra person.

"Asami said there are ice cream cones..." Suzuka waved at him and smiled awkwardly.

"Lemon." Tamura took their ice cream from him, gave the slightly yellowish one with jelly crumbs to Suzuka, and emphasized, "I bought this."

"It's not Inoue-san—" Suzuka was still wondering.

"I paid," she added.

"Isn't that usually the case?"

"Asukaori didn't pay."

"I won that!" Asukai interrupted while fighting with the ice cream.

"It should be helpful to Miko--" Tamura wanted to say something, but Suzuka seemed to have anticipated it and covered her mouth first.

"Ahahaha..." Suzuka smiled at him.

"What help?" He asked while eating a watermelon cone and moving closer to Asuka Well.

"Papaya, avocado, kiwi, lemon, grapefruit." Asukai stopped here and named five fruits to him as if it was a secret code.

"I want the original flavor! Mami!" Suzuka couldn't stand it anymore, her face flushed, "What good can ice cream do!"

"I'll buy you some fruit next time." Tamura promised sincerely.

"don't want--"

He used his mobile phone to look up the secret code that Asuai said on the Internet and immediately understood.

"Got it?" Asukai finally defeated the ice cream monster and started to eat the ice cream cone.

"I see." He couldn't help but look at Suzuka and Tamura, comparing and observing them, and was forced to absorb useless new knowledge.

"I understand." Asuka said.

"Then shouldn't you also—" He repaid kindness with evil.

"..." Asukai stepped on his foot again. It didn't hurt at all. His move was clean and sharp. His tone was concise and powerful. "Go to hell!"

He was quite relieved.

Thanks to the efforts of the new team leader, the trumpet group is gathering strength at a speed visible to the naked eye.

(End of this chapter)