Kamiki looked at Moritayama and said without hesitation: "Let's do this, let's compete."
"Compared? Just you, can you compete with me?"
This is the first time Moritayama has encountered such a tough-minded new student, especially since there are more and more students around him. If he doesn't regain his reputation, it will be difficult for him to gain prestige no matter where he is in the school.
"What? You don't dare anymore?" Toru Kamiki leaned his elbow on Fujii Kosuke's shoulder, with a provocative smile on his lips.
"Of course." Moritayama said.
Hirakawa Kamiya's eyes glanced back and forth between the two of them, and after pondering for a moment, he said: "Well, there will be a regular concert at Yotsuya Station in early June, and we have been invited. Since Shenmu-san thinks it's okay, why don't you two give it a try."
"Okay, I have no objection. We will compete in the school auditorium on May 16th." Moritayama immediately sarcastically said, "If you lose, you must apologize to me in person in the broadcast department, and the voice must be loud.
I heard it even at Iidabashi Station."
Osamu Kunijing stood up and said loudly: "Damn it, it's already the end of April, it's only been about half a month, and I don't have any foundation in Shenmu. How do you mean that you've been practicing for several years?"
The surrounding students could not help but shake their heads and lamented that Morita-san was the only oboe in the wind section, and he had been playing it since the first year of junior high school, and it has been nearly six years now.
And Shenmu Tetsu has no basic knowledge at all. If he were asked to look at the staff now, it would be like watching tadpoles swimming around in a small lake.
Moritayama folded his arms, stared at Shenmu Tetsu with an upward look, and said coldly: "So I said, inexperienced people will only hold you back. If you want to blame, I blame you for being too young."
At this time, there were more and more students outside the sliding door. Many people were curious about Shenmu Tetsu and raised their necks to take a look. They couldn't move their eyes away just by taking a look.
The boy was too clean-looking, with the lapel of his school uniform open, and the white shirt underneath lined his fair and slender neck.
At this moment, he was raising his hand to lift up the bangs that slightly obscured his vision. Every move he made seemed to be able to kill a woman. An ordinary boy would never be so seductive by doing such an action!
A burst of exclamation in the spring breeze sounded outside the door.
Shenmu Che had been here for a long time, but he didn't get angry at all. He said leisurely: "Okay, I promise you, what if you lose?"
After hearing these words, both the members of the performance club and other students present felt that the brain development of Toru Kamiki, a first-year freshman, was a bit abnormal.
Because in their eyes, this is Moritayama's overwhelming victory.
Moritayama seemed to have heard something unbelievable and laughed dumbly: "If you win, I will go to the broadcast department to apologize to you."
"Well, it's boring." Shenmu Tetsu said with a gentle smile, "We can play a little bigger, so that the people watching will be happy, and you and I will be happy too."
"Play bigger? Okay, okay, how do you want to play?" Moritayama smiled so hard that tears almost came from the corners of his eyes.
Shenmu Che also covered his belly and smiled: "If you win, I will be your younger brother for a year. If you lose, the position of minister will be given to the senior sister. And you are an eyesore, so I want you."
Retreat."
The whispers of everyone at the scene stopped, and everyone's eyes fell on the person pointed by Kamiki Tetsu.
The girl seemed stunned. She had never received so much attention.
Her eyes widened in surprise, her entire face turned red, and her hand holding the clarinet couldn't help but tremble: "Um...me, eh? Don't be kidding..."
Kamiki Toru noticed this girl as soon as she came in. She had shoulder-length short hair with a white knot in her hair. She looked as cute as his sister in Yamagata Prefecture.
Through the thin fabric, you can see her slender figure, her lower abdomen is S-shaped, and her collarbone can be seen from the skirt.
She sat next to Moritayama without saying a word. She only looked up a few times when she came in.
However, as soon as she finished speaking, Moritayama raised his hand and waved, "What do you mean, Suzuka? Do you think I will lose?"
"Um...no, no..." Haru heard that Suzuka lowered her head timidly.
"Why should you choose her? Couldn't someone like Sato-senpai be fine?" Osamu Kunii asked.
Shenmu Tetsu raised the corner of his mouth, looked directly at Moritayama and said, "Because, I really want to know Morita-senpai's expression when he saw the person he looked down on sitting in his seat."
As soon as she heard "look down", Haru Wen Suzuka's white and pink fingers pressed tightly on the gold-plated music pipe, her lips pursed into a thin line.
"Wow, you are so mean." Osamu Kunijing laughed loudly.
Moritayama disapproved and snorted coldly: "Consultant Hirakawa, I'd rather trouble you to come up with a performance."
Hirakawa Shanggu nodded, and after being silent for a while, he said: "Then I'll just say it directly, Tchaikovsky's "Swan Lake", Mr. Shenmu, do you have any objections?"
"No, I have no objection. It doesn't matter no matter how difficult it is." Shenmu Che said with a smile.
Moritayama seemed to find it funny and said, "He doesn't even know what the score is, so what can he say about it?"
Toru Kamiki ignored him and directly patted Osamu Kunii and Kosuke Fujii on the shoulders: "Let's go, please go and drink some water with your big brothers."
"I want to drink milk!"
“dydo’s yobick!”
"rush!"
"You'er such a good friend~!"
Osamu Kunii and Kosuke Fujii chatted in broken Japanese English, and there was a burst of laughter and play at the door. It seemed that the bet with Moritayama was not painful, and they were determined to win.
Moritayama narrowed his eyes and looked at Kisaragi Chihaya with a smile on his face: "I'm so sorry, Kisaragi-senpai, you finally came to the music club and let you see this scene, but don't worry, I will never let this happen.
People enter the wind section."
Kisaragi Chihaya stood up, and the sunlight filtered in through the gaps in the white curtains blown by the spring breeze, reflecting gently on her face.
"Minister Morita, I remember that I had zero basic knowledge at the beginning."
A flattering smile appeared on Moritayama's face: "Who are you, Kisaragi-senpai? How can that guy compare to you?"
"That's it." Kisaragi Chihaya nodded slightly at a distance of centimeters, "I still don't want to come to the instrumental club, is that okay?"
Morita-san's eyes couldn't help but glance at the girl's slender white legs, and he couldn't help quenching his saliva: "No, of course it's no problem, I'll just put my name on it for you."
Kisaragi Chihaya's eyes turned cold and she went out directly.
Sato Ai cautiously approached Haruwen Suzuka and asked in a joking tone: "Haruwen-senpai, what is your relationship with Shenmu-senpai?"
When Haru heard that Suzuka almost buried her head in her skirt, she thought of the smile and face of her junior classmate that year, and his soft voice lingered in her ears, as if he was teasing her self-esteem.
"I...I don't know him..."
How could I possibly know that young boy who looked like the moon among the crowd?
"Your face is so red." Ai Sato reached out and poked her cheek as if she was having fun.
"Please...please don't tease me..." This chapter has been completed!