I am only one world away from Yukinoshita.

"Everyone calm down, it's almost our turn!"

Because they couldn't make a loud noise, Ogasawara could only shout softly, but such comfort was just a drop in the ocean. Suddenly, a melodious trumpet sound rang out in the waiting area where playing was strictly prohibited, and everyone immediately fell silent and looked at Reina, who had taken the trumpet from her lips.

"Didn't I say we can't play musical instruments without permission?!"

Yoshikawa glared nervously at Reina, but Reina's immediate admission of her mistake without any attempt to deny it left Yoshikawa speechless.

Reina apologized with neither arrogance nor servility, maintaining her composure and pride as if to tell everyone – it's nothing.

But it was precisely her unique trumpet sound that allowed everyone to escape from the tense and frightened atmosphere.

"Next up is a performance by the Sobu High School Brass Band."

The announcement over the loudspeaker made everyone take a deep breath.

“Music wasn’t originally meant to show off one’s strength to opponents. However, many students from other schools and audience members here still don’t know the strength of Soubu High School. So, I think today is a good opportunity for them to know.” Taki smiled as he looked at the students. He had complete trust in this group of students. They were just rough gems that had not yet been polished. Let them shine with their initial brilliance today.

"Go, let them see the strength of the Soubu High School!"

"Yes!"

A loud whistle heralded the start of the auditory feast. Asuka raised her baton high, and the percussion gradually increased in volume, followed by a deafening chorus of brass instruments. The bright main melody immediately captivated the audience, who were still reeling from Tachibana's performance. The dashing percussion led the brass and woodwind instruments, and the synchronized steps moved forward the instant the music began.

What came into view was a neat row of white thighs, as if measured with a ruler. The flag team and dance team at the front of the procession smiled and showed the audience the strength of the Soubu High School. Although they did not carry any instruments, their mysterious dance steps were no less complicated than the Devil's Steps. After being trained by a conductor, they were so synchronized that it was hard to believe that they could have performed them in just one week.

Asuka looked at Kiyori's back, whose movements were standard and smooth, and couldn't help but laugh. Who would have thought that just a week ago, this person was someone who could dance with his hands and feet moving in unison, and whose movements were stiff like a robot?

The figure before her, sweating profusely, was indeed the same figure she had been watching for years, unchanged from the past.

The parade route wasn't very long, but it was enough to exhaust everyone's strength. The music played on repeat, and their hands became heavy. But the score etched in their minds and the movements they made in their hands were almost effortless. Sweat dripped from their foreheads, wetting their hairlines. Their burning lungs seemed unable to exhale any more breaths, but the music didn't stop, and it wouldn't stop. Even when their lips were numb and their limbs ached, Soubu High School wouldn't stop.

Because their goal is the national competition!

"call--!"

After the parade ended, everyone collapsed onto the lawn as if they had been pulled from the water, breathing heavily. Even Qinglai was finding it hard to keep up with the intense running and jumping that had lasted for several tens of minutes. But everyone had a satisfied smile on their face. This was the first time they had experienced the joy of performing with all their might. Although their limbs were so sore that they could hardly lift them and their lips were so numb that they could hardly speak, the success of this performance and the reactions from passersby were their greatest reward.

"Thank you all for your hard work! Now it's free time, but please return to the waiting area before the Sunrise Festival parade ends," Taki was clearly very satisfied with today's performance. "Alright, everyone, you can all relax and have a good rest!"

Kiyoshi sat under the shade of a tree drinking water, looking completely unwilling to move.

It wasn't that she was too tired to stand up, but rather that she hadn't figured out how to face Shiwa-senpai. They hadn't seen each other since the last incident, even though Toyonosaki Academy was right next to Soubu High School...

Come to think of it, she didn't seem to have told the other person that she had been accepted into Soubu High School...

Kiyoshi only wanted to be an ostrich burying its head in the sand, even if it seemed ridiculous to others. But Mizore didn't give her that chance.

"Qinglai, let's go."

Mizore grabbed Kiyoshi's clothes, trying to pull her up from the grass.

"Where?"

"sign!"

Mizore pulled out an autograph board from somewhere. Although she didn't have a clear expression, Kiyoshi knew she was very excited.

Although Mizore-senpai is cute, it's really outrageous to take her to get an autograph from her erotic illustrator sister.

But under Mizore's unusual persistence, Kiyoyori managed to get through to his mother and, following her location, found the four of them.

Touko was chatting with her sister-in-law Sayuri, while Eriri and Kasumigaoka were still exchanging sharp glances. All four of them were surprised to see Kiyori, probably because they had never seen her in a miniskirt before.

"Oh my, Kiyora is so cute!" Sayuri covered her lips with her hand. "And she's very popular too!"

She winked and gestured to Kasumigaoka beside her.

"Shimizu-kun, you're truly a man of few words but amazing talent!" Kasumigaoka smiled gracefully, glancing at Mizore who was clinging to Kiyori's clothes.

Kiyoyori gave an awkward laugh. "Eri, this is my senior in the brass band, she..."

Although everyone present was a reasonable person, it was still so difficult for Kiyoshi to speak.

"Eri Kashiwagi?"

Mizore saved Kiyoyori once again, even though it was she who had pushed her into this dilemma.

"Hey hey hey! Why!"

"She's a fan of Eriri and wants an autograph."

Qinglai tugged at the corner of his clothes.

Eriri was initially flustered and wanted to hide behind Sayuri, but Mizore's action of taking out an autograph board reassured her. "A fan? Since you're Kiyorae's senior, I can draw a special autograph for you. What do you want?"

Eriri's little tiger teeth were exceptionally dazzling in the sunlight.

"Please give me a special autographed copy of Shimizu Yuu*Shino."

The scene was very quiet for a moment.

Senior Mizuki,

What did you just say...?

P.S.: Tomorrow, there will be some sweet moments, some alone time. I think there should be three or four chapters of alone time.

Chapter 17, Section 74 Ugh, wait a minute…

Finally, Mizore not only received a special autograph from Eri Kashiwagi, but also successfully recognized that Kasumigaoka, who was standing to the side, was the prototype of Sinon, and also got an autograph from Kasumigaoka-sensei.

Although Kiyori could understand that Mizore was probably just appreciating Eriri's paintings, and given her somewhat taciturn personality, she certainly wasn't trying to embarrass him on purpose.

However, she also learned a little more about Miyake through this experience.

So it turns out that Mizore-senpai is also an otaku. It's not that surprising.

Kiyoshi was tidying up his room while his mind wandered.

Today is the day that two senior members of the Service Department are coming to hold a study session, and Kiyoyori must make sure that certain things that are not convenient to be seen by others do not appear in their sight.

For example: the yuri doujinshi I drew for Eriri.

Kiyoyori glanced at the time and realized there was still plenty of time before his seniors' visit. Since they had arranged to eat at home today, Kiyoyori still had the task of going to the supermarket. The refrigerator should have enough ingredients, but just in case, Kiyoyori also wanted to stock up on some drinks and snacks. According to Yuihama-senpai's reliable information, Yukinoshita-senpai was an excellent cook, which made Kiyoyori quite curious.

In this season, even the morning sun is not to be underestimated. Qinglai had just stepped out the door and already felt the urge to go back home. With such a scorching sun, she wondered if applying sunscreen would be effective.

When I passed by Asuka's house, I happened to run into her going out.

"Asuka?"

"Hmm? Kiyora didn't go for his morning exercise today?"

Asuka, holding an umbrella, closed her heavy front door. Kiyoyori usually met Reina at **Mount ** for practice on weekend mornings, so they almost never saw each other at this time.

"Yes, two senior colleagues are coming to my house later today for a study session, so I've cancelled it."

Kiyoshi couldn't stand the sun and shielded his eyes with his hand, while Asuka leaned over and held the parasol over their heads.

"Senpai? Mizore-chan?"

"Ah, no," Kiyoyori waved his hand, thinking that Mizore-senpai probably wouldn't go out on the weekend. "It's two seniors from the Service Club."

The officers of the brass band were aware that Kiyoyori had joined the Service Club as a ghost member. Asuka, the vice-president, was also aware of this. Her impression of the Service Club was still based on last year's request. Yukino Yukinoshita was undoubtedly an outstanding junior, but for some reason, she always felt that Yukino was sometimes very similar to the little girl next to her.

Where is Kiyoyori going?

Asuka didn't pry into the details of the Service Club.

"Supermarket, where's Asuka?"

“What a coincidence,” Asuka said, putting her arm around Kiyori’s shoulder. “I’m going to the supermarket too. Kaori and I are having a study session at home today. I invited Haruka, but she seems to have something to do this morning, so I don’t know if she can make it.”

"Kaori... Senior Medieval Ko?"

Yes!

"You two are so close?"

Although Asuka seems like a very easy person to get along with, she actually keeps her distance from others. Even if there is physical contact, no one can get close to her unless she takes the initiative. However, that senior Nakajiko seems to be a little different.

"After all, Kaori is very cute~."

cute?

If Kiyoshi were to describe her, she would prefer to use words like beautiful or pretty rather than cute. If we're talking about cuteness, isn't Kawashima cuter?

"is it?"

I wonder if it's because I've been doing a lot of yuri manga with Eriri lately, but I feel like her imagination is running wild lately.

A gentle breeze drifted into the room through the slightly ajar window, ruffling the hair of the two girls sitting at the desk by the window. Asuka's long hair brushed against Nakazeko's face, and she smiled as she gently removed a strand.

"It's so itchy."

Nakagami gave Asuka a coquettish smile.

Asuka casually tucked her short, brown hair behind her ear. "Kaori's hair is all messed up, but she's still so cute."

"Oh, come on..." Nakazeko turned her face away, shyly twirling the end of her hair with her fingers. "Asuka, teach me how to answer this question."

"Hmm," Asuka leaned over to Nakazeko, cupping his hand in her warm one, and wrote elegant words on the notebook with a pen, "It should be like this..."

Asuka could smell the fragrance of Nakagome's shampoo in her hair, and she couldn't help but lean her head forward a little more. Asuka's breath gently caressed Nakagome's neck, causing her to involuntarily shrink back.

"Kaori, you're so cute..."

"Ugh, Asuka, wait a minute, Haruka's still here..."

"I can't wait any longer..."

……………………………………………………………

Sorry, Ogasawara-senpai seems a bit redundant...

"Chiang Rai? Chiang Rai!"

Asuka grabbed Kiyori, who was still walking forward even though they had already arrived at the supermarket. Kiyori had a strange smile on his lips, clearly lost in thought.

What do you think about when you're walking?

Kiyora was pulled back to reality by the pain on her face, while Asuka, who was pinching Kiyora's cheek, was scolding her in a reprimanding tone: