I play wind instruments in Kansai.

"All the other good ones were taken by Hasebe and his group, leaving only this one."

"It's okay, I'm more comfortable using the same model," said Miyamune Nozomi.

Nana Shida placed the instrument case on the table and opened the silver clasp.

A deep, dark velvet cloth came into view, its texture gently enveloping everything, and the three sections of the flute lay quietly.

“Prepare it yourself,” Shida Nana said, while constantly glancing at Miyamine Nozomi.

Gongling Wang nodded, lifted the main body of the flute, picked up the headstock with his right hand and pointed it at the joint point, his fingers could feel the delicate resistance of the metal threads.

The key to assembling a flute is to be gentle, align it carefully, avoid brute force, and not to overtighten the threads.

This posed no difficulty for Miyamune Nozomi; in fact, in the brass band, anything unrelated to playing the brass instruments was generally not difficult.

After assembly, confirm that the center of the blowhole, the center of the key, and the end of the tailpiece are all in a straight line, then adjust the mouthpiece.

"Your technique is quite gentle," Gu Huayin said with a smile. "The other boys were rather rough when they pieced it together."

"Like stuffing in a steel pipe." Shida Nana said this with a displeased expression.

Miyamine Nozomi said, "It was taught to me by my predecessors."

"Hmph, what you're saying makes it sound like our predecessors didn't teach us anything," Gu Huayin said.

"That's not what I meant."

"Then I'll take that as your meaning."

??What do you mean?

“Go ahead and blow whatever you want,” Shida Nana said.

Gong Lingwang nodded and sat up straight.

Gently press the edge of the blowhole against the lower lip line, and relax your lips naturally.

A whistling, flat note struggled out of the tube, and the next note suddenly rose to a sharp whistle, bouncing jarringly in the first music classroom.

Gong Lingwang remained expressionless, his fingers on the silver keys stiff as newly sprouted branches. He was a beat too slow to press the key he should have, and his hand was stuck to the keys when he should have lifted it.

What should have been a smooth, melodic line turned into a series of independent, dry, and unrelated notes.

The Sicilian Dance lasts for more than three minutes, but after playing for a little over a minute, Tani Hana-on couldn't help but clap her hands and interrupt.

"Um... I always thought I underestimated Junior Gong Ling, but I didn't expect I overestimated you. After all, your flute splicing technique is very skillful."

Gongling Wang did not speak, but simply put down his flute.

Shida Nana sighed dejectedly, her shoulders slumped, and she said with a hint of disappointment:

"It's absolutely a mess, completely inexplicable. Even middle schoolers play better than you. What are you doing in the Shenxu Brass Band? Are you just playing around?"

“I don’t deny that,” Miyamine Nozomi said.

Seeing that there wasn't a trace of shame on his face, Gu Huayin clapped her hands lightly and asked in surprise:

"Hmm... you seem to think you did a pretty good job bragging?"

"No, I know it's a terrible exaggeration," Gong Lingwang shrugged. "But I never engage in internal strife."

Nana Shida and Kanon Tani exchanged a glance, and the orchestra's concertmaster tapped his fingers on the table, saying:

"You should start fighting amongst yourselves. After studying for several years, you've only learned this little bit of the basics."

"If everyone had your level of awareness, that would be great," Tani Hanane laughed. "Even knowing it's terrible, you can still calmly brag to us."

"So I can't join the club?" Miyamine Nozomi said.

Nana Shida raised her hand and slapped her forehead hard, her feelings complicated.

For the orchestra's principal, besides making the already crowded first music classroom even more crowded, it's hard to say what benefit a junior with poor skills would bring to the club.

The good thing is that he was born in the first year, so he has a bright future ahead of him. Maybe he'll become a big shot next year or the year after.

She comforted him in this way.

"Of course you can. Even Shin-Asahi from Hokkaido allows you to join their brass band, so Haruki has no reason to refuse."

Gu Huayin cupped her cheeks in her hands, looking at him tenderly as she spoke.

"I don't think it's because Junior Gongling is bad; it's just that I haven't discovered your strengths yet. So, please give me more time to observe you, okay?"

She is so gentle, full of feminine energy, like a mother, radiating an irresistible charm that makes you want to enter her body and soul.

Gongling Wang nodded:

"it is good."

Shida Nana's facial muscles twitched violently:

"......good?"

Kanon Tani wasn't angry. She took out the membership application form she had prepared for a long time from the drawer:

"Just fill this out, and I'll add you to the brass band group. We'll discuss anything that comes up there."

"Ah."

Gongling Wang stood and filled out the form. The form was nothing special, and there were no strange questions about sexual fetishes.

The only thing they wanted to know about privacy was their home address.

After finishing the assignment and leaving the First Music Classroom, I checked the stock chart and found that neither of their stocks had changed in value.

It seems that my relationship with them is too distant, and my joining them will not have any impact in any way.

"Why did it take you longer than me?"

Hearing a sound, Miyamine Nozomi noticed that Kato Ai was standing alone to the side, holding her phone, with no one else around.

[Character: Ai Kato]

[Status: Newly Listed]

[Type: Growth Stock (Currently at the beginning of explosive growth, with the potential for rapid expansion in its fundamentals, thereby driving sustained value appreciation)]

Listing price: 15

Previously, you wouldn't see these kinds of system prompts on Ai Kato, but they appeared after she joined the brass band.

Moreover, according to the system, her stock type is extremely valuable for returns.

In other words, does she have a special talent for the oboe?

If I buy it now, I'll become one of its original shareholders? The future returns will definitely be high?

Gong Lingwang really wanted to buy it, but he only had tens of thousands of yuan on him, and his initial investment was far too little.

No, I have to go to my dad and win some gold coins, even if it means lying.

"What's wrong?" Kato Ai noticed that he was staring at her, and subconsciously raised her hand to keep smoothing her bangs.

"How did you get here so fast?" he asked.

Kato Ai put her phone in her skirt pocket and tapped the green-painted ground with the tip of her shoe.

"Shouldn't this be quick? Daidouji-senpai only asked a few questions, and then she had me fill out some forms to join the club."

Oboe or bassoon?

"I even touched the oboe," Kato Ai said, standing on tiptoe. "It doesn't seem too difficult."

It's different when you don't actually speak.

Gong Lingwang glanced at his watch, then turned and walked downstairs.

Kato Ai quickly followed, her indoor shoes making a sound on the floor: "Do you know why Kirishima-san joined the club?"

"do not know."

"Hehe, I know, Daidouji-senpai just told me."

Her haughty "come and ask me" expression was so easy to understand.

However, if he wanted to know, Kirishima Ruka would tell him. This was actually quite absurd, but Miyamine Nozomi felt good about herself.

"Don't you want to know?"

"Does the department still have oboes for you to use?" Miyamune Nozomi naturally changed the subject.

"No, but I told Daidouji-senpai that I could buy it myself."

No wonder she agreed to let you play the oboe.

hum~~

Their phones rang simultaneously. Kato Ai's notification voice was a cutesy "Yahoo~~", while Miyamine Nozomi just clicked the default notification.

"What's wrong? Isn't she cute?"

Kato Ai noticed his gaze but didn't seem to care as she turned on her phone screen.

Both of them joined the Haruki Brass Band's group chat, "Happy Brass Band".

"So corny—!" Kato Ai exclaimed. "Who came up with this name? It's so corny!"

Gong Lingwang glanced at it; it was a community chat room with over eighty people, but hardly anyone was chatting or posting updates.

Tani Hanane: "There's a very important meeting tomorrow, everyone needs to attend."

At the same time, she also tagged Hayami Supervisor.

There were hardly any replies.

Ai Kato: Okay!

Kato Ai: Hello everyone, I'm Kato Ai, a first-year student. Nice to meet you!

Ai Kato: Rabbit hugging a heart.jpg.

New information appeared on the screen, and Miyamine glanced at the girl beside him.

She was browsing through her collection of emojis, muttering to herself, "This won't do," "Why is this picture still here?" and "Send a big smiley face."

"Hey, don't just stare! Send something! I'm so embarrassed if no one replies!" Kato Ai said, tugging at his shirt.

"say what?"

"Whatever, sending some emojis would be fine too. This chat room has over eighty people, and it's so quiet."

Gong Lingwang shrugged, not knowing what to say, so he posted a picture of a panda with a standard professional fake smile.

“Whoa…” Kato Ai raised her right eyebrow.

"Is that not allowed?"

"Don't you know that these smiley face pictures are really uncomfortable? Please don't post them anymore, they'll make things even colder!"

Kato Ai gripped her phone with both hands, and seeing that no one else spoke, she dejectedly put it back in her pocket.

"Hey, Miyamune-kun, what will my life be like if I become a master oboe player in the future?"

"You will be the center of attention, and your future life will benefit from it."

"Yeah, hehehe, over eighty people, and I'm right in the middle? Wow..."

She suddenly started laughing maniacally, as if she could hear fans calling her name all around her.

10. Just how sensitive can it be?

The dismissal time at Zhimu Academy is 3 PM.

Loquat-colored uniforms gradually appeared on the slope in front of Wakayama Station, and the Nankai Electric Railway tracks stretched parallel to the Kinokawa River.

Students walked in twos and threes in the wind, and many of their backpack straps slipped down to their elbows.

See you tomorrow.

A girl waved to her friends in a cute Kansai accent, her voice blending into the rhythm of the train.

Stepping out of the station, the entire city was bathed in sunlight like gold leaf, and the crowds passing through Saigasaki Street resembled a dispersing tide.

There are many Japanese confectionery shops on both sides of the street, and the aroma of baking is particularly tempting. Miyamine Nozomi likes to smell it but doesn't like to eat it.

A young girl walked alone ahead, appearing calm and taciturn. Passersby said she was as cute as a doll.