I play wind instruments in Kansai.

"No, I only saw a country bumpkin wearing a light blue cotton jacket, dark gray straight-leg trousers, a single ponytail, and brown-rimmed glasses—"

"Ah, I see you."

The country woman kept waving at Gong Lingwang.

"......"

Gong Lingwang stared in astonishment at the local woman walking quickly towards him, almost unable to believe his eyes.

The woman who usually wore low heels, a pencil skirt, and black stockings looked like a country woman who had rushed from the countryside to the city without even having time to change her clothes.

But the only thing that hasn't changed is that her breasts still appear firm and soft under the fabric.

Her skin was still fair, so it seems she wasn't deliberately wearing makeup at school; she was naturally beautiful.

Hayami Tenma pushed up her glasses with her fingers, seemingly noticing his astonishment, her full lips, without lip gloss, slightly pouting:

"What? I've been right here the whole time, didn't you see me?"

Gong Lingwang's lips curled into a slight, somewhat dejected smile as he said:

"Supervisor Hayami, do you really feel that insecure about me? Is it necessary to dress so old-fashioned?"

"...Old-fashioned?"

Hayami Tenma's face flushed slightly, and he clutched the hem of his clothes.

This is what she wore when she was in college. At the time, she didn't think it was unfashionable at all, and it was very comfortable. Sometimes she didn't even need to wear a cover-up.

"Well, anyway, I don't think it's a good idea to meet a boy so late at night, especially with you. I'm worried about being discovered by other people..."

"Don't worry, dressed like this, no one will recognize you."

Suddenly, Miyamine Nozomi remembered an anime she had watched before, something like "The Boundary of Immorality," though she couldn't remember the exact title. She felt that Hayami's clothes were quite similar to the female lead's.

However, he swore that he was definitely not the male lead in the story.

"W-What are you saying? Doesn't it look good like this?" she said, sounding a little coquettish.

"It's so tacky, unbelievably tacky."

"...Miyare-kun, is this how you usually talk to girls?" Hayami Tenma Sei tried to put on the airs of a supervisor, but lacked confidence.

“I remember you told me before that I shouldn’t flatter you just because you’re a supervisor. I should just say what I normally say,” Miyamune Nozomi replied.

Hayami Tenma's facial muscles twitched; she had indeed said such a thing, and she was powerless to refute it.

"I've already booked a room, it's a short-stay room, but I won't hold you accountable for being late."

"..."

He displayed an air of ease and confidence, which made Hayami Tenma Sei feel uneasy.

Who's the older one anyway? He's just a little kid!

Despite his inner complaints, Hayami Tenma Sei still followed Miyamine Nozomi.

She had only walked a few steps when she saw the local PREMIUM Hotel, a three-star hotel, and a couple was walking out of the hotel.

Moreover, judging from the woman's somewhat strange walking posture, it seemed as if she had just gone through something.

"Gongling?"

Hayami Tenma Sei instinctively stopped in his tracks, clutching the fabric of his shirt with one hand, and said...

"This...isn't something wrong?"

"Hmm?" Gongling Wang turned to look at him.

Hayami Tenma took a deep breath. She had anticipated this situation long ago, and she also had a prepared explanation in mind. With a tense face, she said:

"Are you serious? You actually brought me to a place like this? Do your parents know?"

Looking at her righteous expression, Gong Lingwang tilted his head in confusion:

"what?"

Hayami Tenma Sei pursed his lips, looking at him with a resolute gaze:

“I know you sometimes feel bad, but it takes careful psychological guidance. I’ve already been very lenient with you, but how can you keep pushing your luck with me?”

What is that?

Gong Ling glanced at the hotel entrance that was just passing by, frowned in puzzlement, and said:

"Supervisor Hayami, I didn't intend to take you to a hotel, and it's unlikely to happen in the future, so don't worry."

Hearing this, Hayami Tenma Sei became even angrier and said urgently:

"Then why don't you—"

"The room I'm referring to is a short-stay room at the music store, 500 yen an hour. We'll split the cost," said Miyamune Nozomi.

Hayami Tenma Sei stared wide-eyed and said:

"Wait, do I still need to pay?"

"Of course, how could I possibly pay for everything?"

Gong Lingwang raised his hand and patted his forehead, saying...

"You don't want anyone else to know, and you're unwilling to even pay half the room fee when you go to a hotel with me, right?"

She pursed her lips, then puffed out her chest and said:

"Fine, anyway, I'm an adult and I don't lack money."

Hayami Tenma's throat bobbed slightly. He raised his index finger to push up his glasses and continued muttering softly.

"And let's not say things that could be misunderstood..."

"He's rich. By the way, I remember that Inspector Hayami works within the system, right?" Miyamine continued walking forward.

"Ah."

"That's amazing. I heard that teachers in the public sector earn much more than those in private schools, with annual incomes reaching six million."

"That includes all kinds of subsidies, and I'm an older teacher. I'm just average."

Hayami Tenma looked at his back and said,

"Does Gong Ling also want to take the exam in the future?"

Gongling Wang shook his head:

"No, I haven't seriously thought about the future at all, but it should be developing in the direction of music theory."

"Oh......"

Hayami Tenma lowered her head, raised her hand to smooth the hair on the side of her face, and was still extremely shy even though no one was looking at her.

This was the first time she had gone out alone with a boy so late at night.

More importantly, this boy's identity must not be mixed up with hers at all; if word gets out, she'll be in big trouble.

Why doesn't he change his clothes? Shouldn't he at least wear a baseball cap? And a mask too?

Why do you seem so unafraid of being discovered...?

and.......

His gaze seemed less lingering and persistent than before; to be precise, it was devoid of any sexual desire.

It seems that changing her clothes to make dirt really worked. Logically speaking, she should have found a way to deal with the excessive sexual desire of teenage boys. However, Hayami Tenma felt no joy at all.

Instead, I felt a slight sense of loss.

67. Hayami, you smell so good.

We arrived at the entrance of Baishi Musical Instruments store.

Hayami Tenma Sei isn't a local. After starting work in Wakayama City, she basically commutes between home and school, only going to Osaka City with Osaka and the others on weekends.

"Is this Shiraishi-kun's family property?"

As he walked up the narrow stairwell, Tenma Hayami looked at the musical instrument advertisements hanging on the wall and asked...

“It should be,” Miyamine said. “Supervisor Hayami, you smell so good.”

Hayami Tenma Sei paused for a moment, feeling offended, and said with a tense expression on her pretty face:

"Gong Ling—! Are you starting to disregard me more and more?"

This is more than just ignoring her; it's completely disregarding her.

"It smells like barbecue."

"..."

Hayami Tenma Sei was speechless. She had indeed gone out for yakiniku (grilled meat) with Osaka Ayaka before she came. After all, she had received her salary today, and she wanted to have a good dinner.

She pinched the clothes between her fingers, lowered her head and smelled them; there was indeed a smell of barbecue sauce.

Oh no, I should have gone back and taken a shower first.

"I made sure to finish eating and rush over here..."

"Oh."

"Oh, what do you mean?" Hayami Tenma popped his cheeks.

Gongling Wang pushed open the door, and the clear sound of wind chimes rang out. He nodded slightly to Shiraishi's mother, who was sitting at the front desk.

"Is he your friend?" Shiraishi's mother asked.

Gongling Wang shook his head and said:

"No, my homeroom teacher is also the supervisor of the wind band."

Hayami Tenma nodded and smiled at Shiraishi's mother, his eyes filled with just the right amount of respect:

"Hello, I am Shiraishi's homeroom teacher, Hayami Tenma Sei."

"Oh... Hello, hello."

Bai Shi's mother quickly stood up, reached her arm over the front desk, and said...

"I didn't expect you to come, I'm so sorry."

She was much older than Hayami Tenma, but she showed absolute respect.

In Shiraishi's mother's memory, the supervisor was regarded as a sacred profession of selfless dedication, a stable and highly prestigious job with a very high social status, regardless of age.

"It's alright, it's alright."

Hayami Tenma Sei was a little embarrassed and kept bowing and nodding.

Bai Shi's mother asked with a smile:

Are you here to buy a musical instrument? You can get a discount if you are.

Upon being asked this question, Hayami Tenma's face instantly turned red. Due to her professional ethics, she simply couldn't bring herself to say that this place was where Miyamine Nozomi was being trained.

But if I lie, I wonder if Miyamine Nozomi will laugh at me and think I'm a shameless woman.

Noticing her embarrassment, Miyamine Nozomi took the initiative to say:

"Supervisor Hayami came here to teach me."

Hayami Tenma's eyes widened instantly. While silently thanking Miyamine Nozomi, she quickly added:

“I didn’t receive any money; this is just routine practice within the brass section.”

As a supervisor of a public school, Wakayama City prohibits paid tutoring. If she is caught, she will be warned, have her salary reduced, or in the worst case, be dismissed.

None of these are the worst part. The worst part is that it will be recorded in your vocational education file, making it very difficult to find a job in the future.

"Oh—" Shiraishi's mother immediately realized what was going on and looked at Miyamine Nozomi, asking, "So, what about room C3?"

Gongling Wang nodded:

"correct."

“Then I can’t accept the money,” Shiraishi’s mother said with a smile. “Xiaotong has received your care at school.”

"This, this won't do."