I am only one world away from Yukinoshita.

Replacement...

If such a thing were to actually happen, Kiyoyori would practically vomit blood and die on the spot.

That's not a dream!

She had no memory of practicing, let alone the embarrassment of being kicked out by the advisor despite being the chief. Kiyoyori's memory of yesterday was that she skipped class to go to the cemetery and ended up getting a fever from being caught in the rain.

It's obvious that her yesterday and the yesterday Reina was talking about are not the same day at all.

I opened my phone and carefully checked the date; it was indeed the day after the anniversary of my teacher's death.

In other words, she did go to Chiba yesterday and entered the body of a girl named Yukino Yukinoshita, and the person who used her body yesterday was very likely Yukino Yukinoshita.

how so!

And of all times, it had to be at this time!

This was just routine training. Qinglai couldn't imagine what kind of tragedy would happen if the two of them switched bodies on the day of the competition. Just thinking about it made her feel like she had been thrown into the cold sea.

“Yesterday,” Kiyoyori grabbed Reina’s hand, “did anything else happen at school yesterday?”

"Huh? It's nothing..."

"Okay, let's go practice first."

Reina looked at the red marks on her fair arm, which had been pinched, with a puzzled expression. Kiyoshi was also acting strangely today.

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When the two went to Mr. Endo's place to get the key, they were told that someone was already there. Mr. Endo simply asked Kiyoyori a few questions about his health and did not pursue the matter further about yesterday's accident.

Everything seemed the same as usual, except—

As soon as Kiyoshi entered the room, several members who were already in their seats immediately turned their gazes toward him. Some looked at him with sympathy, while others looked at him with obvious schadenfreude and mockery.

Normally, the principals of the oboe and trumpet are known within the club as not to be trifled with, but this time, due to that accident, it gave the club members who were already dissatisfied with Kiyoyori's tough methods an excellent opportunity to retaliate.

"Isn't this our principal oboist who was kicked out by Mr. Endo yesterday?"

The one who spoke was Mikami Hanako, the second-ranked oboist in the same third year as Kiyoyori.

Just then, Kiyora was in a bad mood and was looking for someone to run into her gun, which was about to go off the rails. She picked up her oboe case, sat down next to Mikami, turned to him, gave him a polite smile, and expressed her doubts:

"Mikami-kun, do you perhaps find the second-place chair uncomfortable?"

This was certainly not an encouragement for the other party to compete with her for the top spot—she probably wasn't qualified yet—but rather a hint to the outstanding juniors following behind her.

Upon hearing this, Sanxia immediately suppressed his smug expression and glared fiercely at Kiyoyori.

Reina couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Satisfied to see the other party's ashen face, Kiyora took out a reed from his bag, soaked it in warm water, then took out the sheet music from his bag, placed it on the piano stand, and turned to the solo page. But in the blank space at the top of the sheet music, he saw a line of words.

"who are you?"

Seemingly certain that Kiyoyori would see this line of text, the person who wrote it used a pencil, which was very inconspicuous among the sheet music that Kiyoyori had already marked with colored pens. But to Kiyoyori, this line of text was more eye-catching than any other word.

Chapter 08 The latest junk technology is getting more and more advanced.

"Tachibana-san, could you please explain what happened to the homework I went home with yesterday?"

At this moment, Kiyoyori was standing in front of his homeroom teacher Inoue's desk, completely bewildered.

Ms. Inoue is a gentle female teacher. Even though Kiyoyori skipped class to go to the cemetery the day before yesterday, she did not scold him. Instead, she gave him a long and earnest lecture. But now, she seems quite angry, tapping on the Japanese homework book signed "Tachibana Kiyoyori".

Yesterday's homework should have been done for her by Yukino Yukinoshita. With her almost perfect scores in every subject, completing her own junior high school homework should be a piece of cake. There shouldn't be any problems.

So Kiyoshi took the workbook, circled the blank spaces, and the answers were obviously correct.

The problem lies in the handwriting.

Kiyoshi could tell at a glance whose handwriting it was; it certainly wasn't hers.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Inoue-sensei crossed her arms. "I know you haven't been focused lately, but you can't let someone else do your homework, can you? Even though you usually get good grades, you can't shirk your responsibilities. You're about to enter high school, how can you—"

"actually……"

"Ok?"

"Actually, I wanted to try a different handwriting style."

Perhaps Kiyori's tone was too self-righteous, because Inoue-sensei's well-prepared lecture got stuck in his throat halfway through.

"Sigh, this won't happen again," Inoue-sensei said with a headache, gesturing for Kiyori to leave. "By the way, Tachibana-kun, have you decided on a school for your next academic year? The school actually has some recommendations, do you want to take them back and take a look?"

Qinglai paused in his act of opening the sliding door. "No need, thank you, teacher. I've already made my choice."

Back in the classroom, Qinglai took out the sheet music again, turned to the line with the pencil writing, and picked up his pen:

I am Tachibana Kiyoyori, just a student aspiring to be a professional musician.

She then took out another notebook, which she had only recently discovered. It contained a diagram of her interpersonal relationships marked by Yukino Yukinoshita, and was also filled with question marks:

[Older sister? Sawamura?]

[Lina—a very close friend?]

[Kasumigaoka Utaha = Kasumigaoka Utako, an admired author? A chance encounter? A strained relationship with her "older sister"?]

Two mothers?

So Kiyora chose to answer her question:

[My older sister's full name is Sawamura Spencer Eriri. She's an artist, known online as Kashiwagi Eri. She has blonde hair, blue eyes, and a small bust. It's unclear whether she knows Kasumi Utako-sensei; they seem to be classmates.]

[Reina's full name: Reina Takasaka, one of my childhood friends. We met because our parents were in the same orchestra. She's the principal trumpet player in the group, serious and strict, especially when it comes to practice. Some of her ideas are a bit strange, and she's surprisingly a little eccentric. We practice together every weekend morning at 7 AM on the summit of Mount Daikichi.]

[Kasumi Shiko is one of my favorite light novel authors. We only communicate on LINE and have never met in person. She has a sharp tongue and loves to tease people, so please be careful when interacting with her.]

[The blonde mother is a diplomat, and the other is the orchestra's principal oboist. Both are very busy with their jobs, and both are currently quite sensitive and like to show affection in public. Be careful when interacting with them, and try not to play in front of Touko's mother, as it's very easy to be exposed.]

Qinglai further refined the relationship list that the other party had written, adding people he might encounter in real life.

Now that it has been confirmed that it is not a dream, the possibility of it transforming again is very high.

What kind of mess is this...?

Could it be that Yukinoshita is really a Yuki-onna (snow woman)? The kind who knows witchcraft.

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When Yukino Yukinoshita woke up again, she was already back in her room. Yesterday's experience felt like a dream, or so she wanted to think, but the notebook lying on her desk shattered this beautiful illusion.

This handwriting clearly belongs to Tachibana Kiyori.

The notebook clearly records a day in the life of Tachibana Kiyoyori as Yukino Yukinoshita at school. Yukinoshita's school life was not as rich as Kiyoyori's. Attending classes, reading books, and being alone were her daily routines, instead of being dragged around to participate in activities by strangers, or even being kicked out of her room by the club's advisor to practice alone.

Even now, Yukinoshita still doesn't understand why no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get that damn oboe to make a sound. She could even feel the tangible schadenfreude of the girl sitting next to her.

However, even for Tachibana Kiyori, a day under the snow seemed anything but peaceful.

Even Yukinoshita didn't expect that Hiratsuka Shizuka would find a request on the very day the Service Club was established, and it was quite a troublesome one at that. If Yukinoshita were the person in question, she would probably have chosen to refuse first as a precaution, just as Kiyoyori wrote down the reason that this request would not bring anything to anyone, in terms of process or result.

But now that she has taken on the task, even if she has foreseen the possible outcome, she will not give up.

At the end of the record, a line was written in red pen, and many lines were drawn below it:

Please be sure to check your homework.

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Unlike Uji, this was Chiba. The standard Mandarin spoken by everyone here had never made Yukinoshita feel so comfortable. Even the summer breeze carrying the heat wave felt welcoming. Although the train was still lively, most of the people around her were students wearing the same clothes as her. The lively crowd here was much more acceptable to Yukinoshita than the empty carriages there.

She arrived at school a little earlier than usual today. As soon as she entered the school gate, she could hear the sounds of musical instruments playing from the teaching building—a flute and an oboe.

Following the sound of the pipes and Kiyoyori's hand-drawn map of the classrooms for each department, Yukinoshita found the flute practice room. Inside stood a girl with a high ponytail, the tips of her hair swaying involuntarily with her body movements. The silver flute shone brightly in the sunlight. Beside her stood another girl with loose hair, and the two played together. Yukinoshita could almost see two bluebirds playing among the branches, preening each other's feathers.

The girl with the ponytail gazed at the floating clouds outside the window, while another girl stared at her.

"It's best not to disturb them now."

The sudden sound in Yukinoshita's ear startled her, and she reflexively took a step back, covering her reddened ears with her hands.

"How can I help you?"

Judging from the other person's appearance, she was a second-year student. With Yukinoshita's exceptional memory and the other person's fame at school, she immediately recognized that it was Tanaka Asuka, the freshman representative from the second year.

"Huh? It's only been a day, and Yukinoshita-san doesn't recognize me anymore?"

Asuka blinked, feigning sadness, but a smile curved her lips.

Kiyori meticulously recorded her conversation with this senior in her notebook. Based on Kiyori's description, Yukinoshita initially judged that this senior was not as easy to approach as she appeared on the surface.

"Tanaka-senpai, is there anything I can help you with? You didn't seem interested in this matter yesterday."

“Yes, whether it was yesterday, today, or tomorrow, I won’t be interested in this matter,” Asuka smiled, then shifted her gaze to the two people playing music together in the classroom. “I’m just reminding you not to disturb them right now, even if you have something important to ask them.”

"Then, could you answer this for me, Tanaka-senpai?"

Yukinoshita tossed her long hair, which was piled up at her neck, back and looked at Asuka with sharp eyes, as if trying to find some flaw in the other's mask-like expression.

"Looking at me like that won't get you anything, Yukinoshita-san," Asuka tilted her head and turned to leave, but halfway there, she suddenly turned back and gave Yukinoshita a meaningful smile, "Today's Yukinoshita-san is a little different from yesterday's."

Instead of seeing through the other person, she was outmaneuvered. This unpleasant feeling of being seen through reminded her of someone.

I've definitely picked up a big problem.

Even Yukino Yukinoshita couldn't help but sigh at this.

But it wasn't a complete loss. Yukinoshita glanced at the two first-year girls in the classroom who had finished their ensemble performance. One was shy and timid, while the other was sunny and cheerful. One was standing in the sunlight, while the other was standing in the shadows.

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After school, it was time for club activities. Yukinoshita once again came to the brass band's activity area. There were still only a few scattered sounds of instruments being played. Unlike Kiyoyori's Kita Junior High School, there was no regular practice here. Most of the classrooms she passed were occupied by people playing. However, the flute club was brewing a storm.

"Hey, you first-year student over there, you're so noisy!"

A third-grade student with his feet propped up on the desk suddenly slammed the book that had been covering his face onto the desk and yelled loudly at the girl who was practicing by the window.

The girl's flute playing paused only briefly before resuming.

"Hey! I'm talking to you! Still bragging? Are you deaf?!"

Seemingly realizing that his words had no effect, the third-year student casually threw the book at the girl, which hit her squarely on the back.

The girl finally took the flute from her lips, turned her head and stared intently at the third-year student who had thrown the book at her, without saying a word.