I play wind instruments in Kansai

"Can you understand it?"

Hayami Tenma Sei didn't stop her. In her eyes, Miyamine Nozomi was just a child, and besides, there was nothing private about the lesson plan.

Miyamine Nozomi flipped through it casually and found that the date written down was today, and there was Chief Morita's signature in the lower right corner:

"Supervisor Hayami, it seems there are no plans regarding the brass band?"

"..."

Hayami Tenma Sei gets annoyed whenever the brass band is mentioned, but she's too embarrassed to say it in front of the students, especially the brass band members.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely go next time. There's no need to write that in the lesson plan."

"Speaking of which, Mr. Hayami, you're a homeroom teacher, a main subject teacher, and now you're in charge of the brass band. Aren't you tired?" Miyamine put the lesson plan materials back into the bag.

"It's alright, barely acceptable."

When adults say "it's alright," do they often mean "it's not good enough"?

"......"

Sitting in the back, Yuuki Yagaki asked the question that had been on her mind for a long time: "Supervisor Hayami, have you ever been involved in the field of wind instrument playing before?"

"Of course!" Hayami Tenma said, shifting into Drive and straightening his back. "I used to be an assistant instructor at school, so I've listened to a lot of music."

"The experience of listening to music and the guidance are two different things, aren't they?"

Gongling Wang felt the car was a bit stuffy, so he opened the window, and the air that rushed in was exceptionally fresh.

"The students in the brass band represent the lower limit, while the instructors represent the upper limit. No matter how hard the upperclassmen try, if the instructors are not good enough, the outcome will be the same."

He was telling the truth, but Hayami Tenma Sei harbored a slight resentment, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly as he said in a low voice:

"I don't think there's anything particularly good about the members of the Haruki Brass Band."

Gong Lingwang was taken aback, and his gaze shifted from the window to her. He could sense that Hayami Tenma Sei's words were tinged with anger, but he still managed to hold back his outburst.

Before he could speak, Liu Mujie Deng behind him said impatiently:

"That was before. Things are different now. The senior students are carrying out club arrangements step by step, and Supervisor Hayami should also do what he should do. Only in this way can we take another step forward."

Gongling Wang cautiously peered at Liu Mu's expression through the rearview mirror. Liu Mu's words were not constructive; to put it bluntly, they were just complaints, nothing but pointless nonsense.

He felt it was best not to provoke someone who was driving.

Hayami Tenma's chest heaved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he sighed instead:

"Yes, yes, it was my fault. I will try my best to do my job well, and I hope you can do your jobs well too."

The car suddenly fell silent, everyone lost in their own thoughts.

Miyamine Nozomi couldn't help but stare at Hayami Tenma Sei's profile. The youthful woman, just entering society, only had a tired look on her face.

"Does Supervisor Hayami get enough sleep on weekdays?" he asked.

"Hmm?"

Hayami Tenma Sei hadn't expected him to ask that question, and then said...

"It's alright. My sleep hasn't been very good lately, but I've managed to get six hours of sleep."

"oh."

The vehicle continued along the street for more than ten minutes before arriving at Yoshida Town.

She first drove the willow wood lamp home. Even though the atmosphere in the car wasn't great, she still said thank you to the supervisor as she got out of the car.

"That's how willow wood is, please don't take it to heart," said Miyamune Nozomi.

"What?" Hayami Tenma Sei feigned ignorance.

"She doesn't look down on you, she just thinks everyone should do what they're supposed to do, even if that person's abilities are limited," said Miyamune Nozomi.

These words made Hayami Tenma Sei choke on his words:

"I am working hard, but you are too young to understand how tiring it is for adults."

"Yes, I hope you get a good night's sleep," Gong Lingwang said casually.

Hayami Tenma bit her lower lip, feeling it wasn't appropriate to discuss these things with him, so she changed the subject and continued:

"Your flute looks expensive?"

"Not bad, over 800,000."

"I see..." Hayami Tenma's eye twitched.

Damn it, I should have just kept quiet.

The car was parked in front of Miyamine Nozomi's house. Hayami Tenma saw the car parked in the yard and it looked much more expensive than hers. No wonder he said his car was narrow.

"Thank you, supervisor."

"fine."

Miyamine Nozomi picked up her bag and instrument case and got out of the car. Just as she turned her head, Hayami Tenma drove away, seemingly not wanting to stay any longer.

He didn't think that Supervisor Hayami had done anything wrong; recognizing one's place is one of the conditions for becoming an adult.

The school appointed Hayami, who wasn't particularly talented to the position of instructor for the brass band, as the advisor for the band, which helped him recognize his place in the monster room of Kansai.

Supervisor Hayami's decision to focus on his core subjects and skip the brass band meeting also reflects his understanding of the importance of the subject.

The only group that seems unable to truly understand itself is probably the brass band family.

Just as I was about to enter, a system message suddenly popped up in front of me.

[Market Update: Ai Kato, -5%, -31578 yen]

Current value: 17.3

[Abnormal Activity Interpretation: No plans to practice today; currently playing Dead by Daylight with friends]

Current holdings: 599989

[Cumulative earnings: 15189 yen]

No, what's going on here?

Gong Lingwang stared in astonishment at the market screen before him. What was going on? It fell yesterday and it's falling again today?

What happened to the promised growth stocks? What happened to the promised explosive growth? What's going on?

He opened the door while making the call, and the call was answered shortly afterward.

"Feed?"

Kato Ai's voice came from the other end, along with an exclamation: "Ah! This Withered One is amazing! Is he cheating?!"

Miyamine asked calmly, "Kato-kun, what are you doing right now?"

"Huh? Playing games, ah~~~!" She suddenly screamed, startling Miyamune into moving her phone away.

"Right? There must be something wrong with this withered one, right? Right?"

"Who's next to you?" Miyamine Nozomi felt the voice was familiar.

"Who is it? Is someone calling you?" the person on the other end asked.

Kato Ai could only explain to both sides: "Anwa-senpai, this is Miyamine-kun, Miyamine, and next to me is Anwa-senpai."

"......"

In Miyamine Nozomi's mind, there appeared the senior with long, straight black hair who loved to play with her juniors. She was slender, wore a white hair clip, and was the leader of the batting team in the club.

What's going on? She's clearly a senior student, and the performance is so close, why is she leading the junior students to play games?

"Oh? Junior Gongling, did Jiedeng get home safely?" An Hechun's voice suddenly came closer.

"Yes, I'm home."

Gongling Wang really doesn't want to put pressure on people, but the current situation is different.

Kato Ai is one of his major holdings, and it's about to turn negative, so I still want to give it a push.

"Senior Anwa, Kato has just started practicing the oboe. Isn't it a bit inappropriate for him to be playing games instead of practicing at this crucial stage?"

"Ah~~ I still failed. Hmm? Was it practice? It's okay. I heard from Kato that you think she's a genius. What a coincidence, I think so too."

"What is the connection between these two?"

Gong Lingwang held onto the shoe cabinet with one hand and put the other on his hip, wishing he could unplug their internet cable.

An Hechun said in a natural tone:

"Of course it matters. Geniuses don't need to practice. One day of practice can be as effective as a week or even a month for an average person. So it doesn't matter. Geniuses just play around."

"......"

Miyamune Nozomi finally realized something. He said that Kato Ai was a genius and wanted to inspire her to improve, so that she would practice all day long.

When Anhe Jun said that Kato Ai was a genius, she was just trying to get her to play games, since a day for a genius is equivalent to a week for an ordinary person.

Sure enough, at their age, they usually only say "not enough" when it comes to bad temptations.

"Kato-kun?"

"Yes, I'm listening," Kato Ai replied absentmindedly.

"Save me first, he went to the west district, there are a lot of boards there," An Hechun said.

"good!"

"Ah! It's a counterattack! It's charged back again! We're doomed! We're doomed! We're doomed!"

Oh no, today Anhe senior was tempting her to play games next to her, looks like there's no hope for her.

"Hang up."

"I'm already dead! Don't play this game anymore! It's too scary!"

Gong Lingwang hung up the phone immediately and brought up An Hechun's betting screen.

Kato Ai's gaming addiction caused the value to drop, but Anhe's gaming addiction didn't cause any change in the market value; it remained at 95 as always.

Now there's a question: should we adjust our portfolio?

Gong Lingwang lay on the floor, looking at the interfaces of various value stocks in front of him.

Kato Ai's stock has fallen for two consecutive days, almost wiping out all her gains. If it falls again tomorrow, she may end up with negative returns, which will be a penalty.

Looking at Kirishima Ruka on the other hand, she's been obsessed with practicing lately, and her stock price rose by 1 point today, reaching 89.8.

Moreover, given her personality, she shouldn't be tempted by so-called games, Miyamune thought to herself.

But Kato Ai has already seen two consecutive days of decline. If she stops now, wouldn't that be what they often call "buying high and selling low"?

Miyamine Nozomi was very conflicted. What if Kato Ai's stock price went up tomorrow? Is this what they call an oversold rebound?

After giving himself a placebo, Miyamune Nozomi got up and returned to the living room.

His parents weren't home today, so he picked up yesterday's leftovers and heated them up.

He thought of Hayami's shredded meat again—no, he thought of her exhaustion. Miyamine Nozomi never considered himself a heartless person; he even worried that he would become such a helpless adult in the future.

Open your personal inventory; there are still unused abilities inside.

"Sensitive body".

The note states that it can relieve physical fatigue and provide an extremely pleasurable experience.

This item was purchased by Gongling Wang using five profit points. Although it has been losing points recently, it deducts the overall profit points, not the remaining profit points.

Or, how about we give the stuff to Supervisor Hayami? So she can get a good night's sleep tonight.

Gong Lingwang rubbed his chin. He didn't know what the "pleasure experience" meant, but since he bought it with a profit, it must be a good thing.

◇

A two-story apartment building next to the Kuzu Daimyo Shrine.

Hayami Tenma walked upstairs in his black mid-heeled leather shoes, arrived at room 206, and took out a set of keys from his bag to open the door.

It was an apartment with one living room, two bedrooms, and one bathroom. It was two kilometers away from the Zhimu College where she studied, but no matter what, it was closer than Gongling and Liumu.

Hearing the noise from the entryway, Ayaka Osaka, already dressed in hot pants and sitting cross-legged on the sofa, tilted her head to the side and said:

"Why are you so late?"

"I met some students on the way and offered them a ride home."

"You're such a nice person, Pegasus-chan."

"I didn't want to either."

Hayami Tenma arranged her shoes neatly, then stepped directly onto the floor with her feet covered in shredded pork; she had just mopped the floor that morning.

"Ugh, I should have known better than to be so stubborn." Hayami Tenma slumped on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. "Why did it have to be my year?"

"What's wrong? Is it about the brass band?"

"Yes, we met Liu Mu and Gong Ling on the way."

"Miyarei, that handsome young man." His hot pants accentuated Ayaka Osaka's curvaceous figure. "I heard he's from a top school."

"He's quite well-behaved," Hayami Tenma said with a sigh. "I don't really like what Yanagi-kun said."

"What?"

She told her best friend what happened in the car, and Ayaka Osaka listened and nodded.

"What the hell? They're clearly a bunch of people with no real ability, yet they're starting to put pressure on others."

"Right, right? That's too much! Gu Hua once told me not to care too much, that it was just a matter of having my name on the signboard. And now look at me."

Hayami Tenma felt wronged. The previous advisors were all nonchalant and didn't do anything, but it was only when it came to her students that they started to "awaken".

Isn't this bullying the honest person?

Hayami Tenma ran his fingers through the black fabric on his chest, a sigh tinged with a sense of resignation.

"But even if I continue not to go, nothing should happen, right?"

"You can give it a try," Ayaka Osaka chuckled.

"...I'm going to take a shower."

Hayami Tenma returned to his room and grabbed his pajamas.

She went into the bathroom, untied her pencil skirt, and slipped her fingers inside the top of her flesh-colored pantyhose.

With a flick of the thumb, the thin, cicada-wing-like fabric wrinkled and obediently peeled away from her waist, revealing a ring of skin whiter than the stockings.

With a slight lift of her leg, her jade-like instep formed a soft arc, exposing her ankle and ankle bone to the air, which were rounded and fair.

The shredded meat lay softly on the ground. Hayami Tenma bent down to pick it up; the pantyhose was so light it felt weightless.

For working people like her who shuttle between school and apartment, the best moments of the day are taking a shower and going to bed.

Take a shower, then a bath, and then apply a nice face mask. At almost twenty-five years old, skincare must be on the agenda.

Of course, some kind of care is also necessary. Although I don't know who will see it in the future, it will still need to be taken care of.

After taking a shower and blow-drying her hair, Hayami Tenma felt refreshed and fully revitalized.

Back in her room, the air conditioning was on, and the cool air was so refreshing that she let out a big sigh of relief.

I turned off the ceiling light, climbed into bed, and left only a small nightlight by the bedside. The orange light, like melting honey, lazily spread across the bed.

The silk nightgown slid down her calves, feeling cool, as she lay on her side, wrapped in a blanket, scrolling through her phone.

Here it comes! The most relaxing moment of the day!

Thinking about this, she couldn't help but chuckle.