I play wind instruments in Kansai.

"Really?!"

For working people, the happiest moment of the month is receiving their wages.

Hayami Tenma Sei quickly took out his phone.

She is a newly hired supervisor this year. Including her basic salary, teaching position adjustment allowance, and transportation allowance from Wakayama City, her monthly salary is around 350,000 yen.

Although it can't compare to the local average of 420,000, Hayami Tenma Sei thinks that with such a high number in the first year, all his years of studying have finally paid off.

She never lacked food or clothing growing up, and her room had air conditioning, making it warm in winter and cool in summer, but her family was not very wealthy.

With gratitude for her current life, she gave up the idea of ​​attending a private college and instead went to a public high school in Hokkaido, where she was admitted to Waseda University and relied on student loans to continue her studies.

The total loan amount is three million yen.

According to the rules, you have to start repaying the debt in your first year of entering the workforce, and you have to pay 1.6 yen every month for about fifteen years.

Although puzzled by the system that required borrowing money for education, Hayami Tenma Sei was still grateful.

"Will it cost a lot of money if I start learning a musical instrument now?" Hayami Tenma asked.

"Learn a musical instrument? What instrument?"

"There are many. After all, I'm in the wind instrument club, and I'm thinking that I should master all the instruments, no matter what."

Ayaka Osaka stroked her chin and said:

"That'll probably cost a lot of money. Oh, listen to me, don't worry about it. Wouldn't it be better to save the money for future living expenses?"

In his friends' eyes, Hayami Tenma Sei was completely meddling in other people's business, wasting his time and energy, and was just asking for trouble.

"That's how it is..."

"Look, you don't even have a boyfriend, let alone a car. You don't have a house either. Are you planning to stay single for the rest of your life? Not have children? You'll have to raise them if you have kids, right? How can you raise them without five million?"

Feeling suffocated by her pressure, Hayami Tenma stomped his foot impatiently and said:

"We have a car now! We've taken a huge first step!"

"That's between you and me."

Ayaka Osaka glanced at her sullenly and said,

"I'm telling you, you're all grown up now, yet you still act like you want to control everything. Face reality and focus your energy on the future. Do you know how much tutoring fees those students who learn musical instruments charge?"

Hayami Tenma was speechless, after all, what Ayaka said was very true.

Among cram schools, arts and humanities classes are the most expensive, costing at least 50,000 yen per class.

Spending 50,000 yen in one go—how could she not feel the pinch, especially as a new employee?

But since Miyamine Nozomi had said those things to him, and he had also put on a show of confidence in front of Daidouji Seiko and the others, how could he possibly back down halfway?

"Well, I'll just have to take it one step at a time," said Hayami Tenma Sei, slumping his shoulders.

"Shall we go out for barbecue tonight?"

"Okay, but you'll have to wait until I finish writing my lesson plan."

"Why do you write every day?"

"The head of student affairs is awful! He's been watching me closely! He's forcing me to write every day, even though once a week is enough!"

"Oh my god, this old man probably doesn't want to sleep with you."

"No, that's not it..."

Hayami Tenma rolled her eyes in frustration. She could sense a hint of disdain in the director's gaze, completely different from the look Miyamine Nozomi gave her.

If anyone were to say who it is, it would be that Miyamine Nozomi's perspective is closer to Ayaka's.

Strangely, even so, Hayami Tenma Sei couldn't bring himself to dislike Miyamine Nozomi at all, which was very inexplicable.

Hayami Tenma tilted his head in confusion.

Perhaps she's more tolerant of teenage boys?

◇

After school in the afternoon, the scenery outside the window was shrouded in a hazy orange-yellow hue, and the leaves were made to look like a sugary color.

Gongling Wang packed up his schoolbag and walked to Liu Mujie Deng's side. He raised his hand and placed it on her shoulder, feeling the contour of her shoulder blade.

Liu Mujie turned her head and saw it was him; her tense face instantly relaxed.

"No."

"I haven't said anything yet?"

"I'm going to Anhe's house," Liu Mujie said, zipping up his backpack.

Gong Lingwang squeezed her shoulder, and Liu Mujie Deng directly raised her hand and slapped the back of his hand.

"I'd like to visit Anhe's home too."

"Large apartments aren't anything special."

Willow Wood Lamp's tone left no room for argument, as if he was very unwilling for Gongling to go along.

"Since you're so resistant, there probably won't be any other guys around, right?"

As a result, Liu Mujie didn't say anything, but just raised her head and glared at him, clearly angry. But after a second, she still said:

"It's just me and Hina and the others, there are no other boys."

"Then I'll go home by myself?"

Miyamine thought it was a good idea; he would go find Shiraishi Hitomi to play, and while he was at it, he would look for a suitable room there where he and Hayami Tenma could stay.

Play a game where "don't come out until you've finished training him."

Willow Knot Lantern nodded, stood up, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and said:

"you alone?"

"Can I go home with other people?" Miyamune asked with a smile.

She pursed her lips.

"Tch, whatever, you won't listen to me anyway."

65. Where are you, and who are you with?

"Clean the lamp."

At the back door of the classroom, half of Kohiko Hina stepped into the classroom.

"coming."

Willow Wood Lantern glanced at Gong Lingwang imperceptibly; a thin layer of sweat had appeared on his cheeks, and his hair clung tightly to his skin.

"up to you."

"Is it really necessary to say it twice?" Miyamune asked with a soft laugh.

Ignoring her, Yui walked directly to Ai Kato, who was tidying up, and said, "Kato, shall we go together?"

"Uh, I think I'll pass, I have something else to do."

"Just come with us once, it's nothing serious."

Kohikana walked in, her face tense, and said...

"You're always the one who drags me there before. If I ask you to go this time and you don't come, wouldn't that be disrespectful to me?"

A somewhat dumbfounded expression appeared on Liu Mujie's face; sometimes she would say inexplicable things.

Seemingly unwilling to refuse, Kato Ai could only nod:

"Alright..."

She put aside her unusually gloomy expression and left the classroom with Liu Mujie.

For the club as a whole, two oboes are definitely the best solution.

The problem is that Ai Kato's abilities are too weak. If two oboe slots are reserved, then the other parts will be one less.

Moreover, even if two oboists are chosen, what if there are side effects due to her abilities?

Whether Daidouji would be willing to take the gamble has become Kato Ai's hope.

Miyamune Nozomi felt that if she went to persuade him, there might be some hope, but in any case, it still depended on Kato Ai's thoughts.

Does she want to stay or leave?

"Xiaotong?"

The diffused light shone on Kirishima Ruka's thighs, and her bright, expressive gaze fell upon Shiraishi Hitomi.

Let's go home together.

Gongling Wang quickly raised his hand and said, "Me too."

"Well?"

Seeing his response, Kirishima Ruka pursed her lips, smiled gracefully, and said while tossing her hair and bringing her long, slender legs together,

"Is it okay? Will Liu Mu agree?"

Gongling Wang said:

"Why not? I'm a free man, she can't control me."

Shiraishi Hitomi blinked her beautiful eyelashes, stood up, and said:

"can."

"Shiraishi-kun, your family's music store should have practice rooms, right?" Miyamine asked.

Hitomi Shiraishi nodded and said:

"Yes, but they are all small; there are no rooms large enough to accommodate a large number of people."

"It's okay, I didn't think that much about it."

"Why are you asking this?" Kirishima Ruka asked.

Gong Lingwang didn't hide anything: "I want to teach some people."

"Want to teach some people?"

A look of confusion crossed Kirishima Ruka's face, the girl's soft body silhouetted against the shadows cast by the light.

"Kato-kun?" Shiraishi Hitomi asked softly.

"This isn't confirmed; it's someone else."

The three of them went to the shoe changing area. Their shoe lockers were quite far from their own, so Gong Lingwang couldn't peek at the soles of her feet.

"who is it?"

“It might be Supervisor Hayami,” Miyamine said in a casual tone.

"Hayashima Advisor?" Kirishima Ruka's gaze fell on him. "What can you teach her?"

Gongling Wang said:

“There are many things that a consultant needs to learn, I can teach her.”

Hearing him say that, Kirishima Ruka suddenly laughed, thinking that he was pretending.

She doesn't deny that Miyamine Nozomi's flute skills are excellent, but teaching requires a general understanding of all instruments, which is different from being able to play a single instrument.

Shiraishi Hitomi's eyes sparkled as she looked at Miyamine Nozomi, her cherry-colored lips slightly parted:

"Gongling is amazing."

Her gaze was full of admiration, without a trace of disdain or suspicion, as pure as her face.

“Right!” Miyamine said with a smile, “I’ll teach you the piccolo then.”

"Ah."

Hitomi Shiraishi readily agreed, even showing a smile she rarely displayed to others. The two had a relationship that was more harmonious than Ruka Kirishima had imagined.

These days, Xiaotong has rarely contacted him.