I play wind instruments in Kansai.

Hayami Tenma lowered his head and muttered, "You little rascal."

Gongling Wang glanced at her and said:

"I heard everything."

"......Feel sorry."

Gong Lingwang felt that she had completely lost her school demeanor, but that was fine. Doing different things naturally brought different identities, and it was quite rare that she could maintain that.

Do you remember the names of everyone in the department?

"No."

"Go and write it down. You have to remember everyone's name and what instrument they play. For auditory practice, use the Tenuto to practice rhythm imitation for at least half an hour every day. Record it at home and show it to me."

Hayami Tenma Sei hurriedly said:

"Wait, why would I record this at home to show you?"

“Every minute and every second here is money; you should do these basic things at home,” Gong Lingwang said.

Hayami Tenma looked at him and said:

"...Then what are we doing here?"

"It teaches you rhythm correction, music reading and pitch judgment, and simulated rehearsals."

Gong Lingwang said softly.

“I know your job must be very tiring, and I don’t want to force you to keep going. If you regret it now, it’s not too late to quit.”

Seeing his serious expression, Hayami Tenma Sei said with a straight face:

"I already said I would persevere, so don't look down on me."

"That's good."

Miyamine Nozomi nodded, her impression of the country bumpkin version of Hayami Tenma Sei improved slightly.

"You know how to use hand gestures, right?"

"Of course, I was already able to use hand gestures when I was in high school."

"Okay, then I'll skip this step."

Miyamine Nozomi squatted down in front of the locker, randomly picked out a musical score, and sat down next to Hayami Tenma Sei as she flipped through it.

The moment he sat down, Hayami Tenma felt a warm breath coming from his side, along with a faint scent of laundry detergent.

"Vertically, from top to bottom, they represent woodwinds, brass, and percussion; horizontally, they represent the sheet music for a single instrument or section—"

Hayami Tenma Sei said, pressing his fists against his thighs:

"I know how to do that."

Gongling Wang stared intently at her and said in a deep voice:

"When I'm speaking, you need to shut up and listen carefully, even if you understand it, you still need to shut up and listen, understand?"

“…I’m sorry.” She shrugged.

Her attitude seemed sincere enough, so Miyamori continued:

"Practice is also very simple. First, choose an easy-to-hear sound, such as the first trumpet, and follow its melody. When the rest comes, you jump to other instruments that are playing the main melody. Once you can keep up with one instrument, you need to observe whether other parts are playing harmonies, and gradually increase the number."

"Understood." Hayami Tenma nodded.

"Reading the full score is reading the score. You need to practice with a recording of you playing it. Let me demonstrate for you."

Gong Lingwang stood up and was about to turn on the media machine.

But with a "click," the heavy room door was opened.

The two looked in the same direction and saw Shiraishi Hitomi standing at the door.

She was wearing a slip dress nightgown that Miyamine Nozomi had given her.

Two thin shoulder straps rested on her fair shoulders, and the moon-white silk wrapped around the girl's slender body, loosely yet occasionally outlining her alluring features.

Hitomi Shiraishi looked like she had just taken a shower; her shoulders were very rounded and gleamed under the fluorescent light.

The toes were round and plump like freshly peeled lotus seeds, and the nails were a healthy pinkish-white.

When Hayami Tenma saw that the person who came in was Shiraishi Hitomi, he subconsciously turned his face away as if he had done something wrong.

68. Is it okay to touch this? (6K)

"Shiraishi-kun, is something the matter?"

Gongling Wang appeared completely at ease in the face of her arrival.

As for the slip dress nightgown that Shiraishi Hitomi was wearing, he wasn't alarmed at all. In fact, he figured that the nightgown he gave her was meant to be worn anyway.

Instead of rushing back immediately, Shiraishi Hitomi slowly approached Hayami Tenma Sei, the lace trim of her sundress swaying gently.

Sensing her approach, Hayami Tenma lowered his head even further and clutched the slightly frayed cuffs of his sleeves.

"Well......"

Shiraishi Hitomi bent slightly at the waist, her hands hanging down on her hips, causing the neckline of her suspender dress to loosen, revealing a small patch of fair skin below her collarbone.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, her eyelashes casting dappled shadows on her pupils, and spoke softly:

"Good evening, Supervisor Hayami."

"Uh......"

Hayami Tenma Sei was stunned for a moment, then looked up and forced a smile, saying:

"Good evening, Shiraishi-kun."

"Ah."

Hitomi Shiraishi nodded and sat down beside her.

Hayami Tenma's face turned bright red. Putting aside the fact that Shiraishi Hitomi had seen her being disciplined by Miyamine Nozomi, this girl's clothes alone made her look much worse.

The reason I dressed so old-fashionedly was twofold: first, I didn't want to be recognized by others, and second, I didn't want to arouse his desires as a teenage boy when I was alone with Gong Lingwang.

But Tenma Hayami didn't expect that Hitomi Shiraishi would also appear here, and even take a bath and wear such a sexy suspender dress.

Moreover, she had a faint scent of fresh scent from her bath, and recalling what Miyamine Nozomi had said to her earlier—

"You smell like barbecue."

Feeling so ashamed she wanted to crawl into a hole, Hayami Tenma realized that in this situation, she was too embarrassed to even look up in front of the two of them.

But the barbecue was really delicious tonight, she comforted herself.

"Shiraishi-kun, you can go and rest now," Miyamine Nozomi said.

Her feet, usually encased in white socks, came into view. Her toenails were neatly trimmed with a faint pink hue, and the skin on the instep was so thin that you could even see the fine blue veins.

Hitomi Shiraishi shook her head and said:

"It's okay, I'll stay with you."

Hayami Tenma observed Shiraishi Hitomi's expression; it seemed she knew about their studies.

And given her personality, she probably wouldn't tell anyone else.

Gongling Wang said:

"No need, I might be staying very late tonight."

Hitomi Shiraishi blinked, the lace trim of her slip dress lightly brushing against her knees, her bare toes curling slightly.

Her brow was slightly furrowed, like a crumpled flower petal:

"Are you trying to kick me out? Can't I stay with you? Can't you even speak properly?"

Her voice was soft, and her eyes held a thin layer of moisture, making it hard for anyone who saw her to resist.

"No, I didn't mean that."

Gong Lingwang hurriedly explained, but his face flushed red before he could finish. He finally sighed, lowered his head, and continued looking at the monitor.

"alright."

While he was choosing a song, Hayami Tenma stole a glance at Shiraishi Hitomi beside him.

She stared intently at Gong Lingwang, a barely perceptible smile playing on her lips. She looked as tender as a lotus root just pulled from the water, carrying the faint floral scent of shower gel.

In Hayami Tenma's memory, Miyamine Nozomi and Yanagi Yuuki should be a couple.

But judging from the current situation, his relationship with Shiraishi Hitomi is not simple either. How is that possible?

But then I thought about it again, and teenage boys often take advantage of their good looks to attract a lot of girls, and perhaps Miyamune Nozomi is one of them.

Thinking about this, Hayami Tenma's thought process became much clearer. Although he had never been in a relationship, as an adult, he should know more.

"Shiraishi-kun?" She wanted to get closer to Shiraishi Hitomi, but she was worried that the smell of barbecue on her would bother her.

"Well?"

Hayami Tenma clasped his hands together, placed them between his legs, and said with a smile:

"Your outfit is beautiful, and the quality looks excellent."

Hitomi Shiraishi lowered her head, picked up a corner of her skirt with her fingers, twirled the lace trim, and whispered with a smile in her eyes:

"Gong Ling gave it to me."

"what?"

Hayami Tenma thought he had misheard, and his breathing slowed down considerably.

Her expression was sweet, like a strawberry candy with its wrapper just unwrapped, and even her breath seemed to carry a hint of sweetness.

Hayami Tenma was completely dumbfounded. Giving gifts is normal, but what does it mean to give such a sexy suspender dress to a female classmate?

She subconsciously looked up at Gong Lingwang, and their eyes met—

"Does Liu Mu know about this?"

"What's going on?"

The two can communicate telepathically, and she herself hasn't forgotten about it.

Hayami Tenma didn't say anything more, but just tilted his head and frowned as he looked at him.

Miyamine Nozomi ignored him, but she roughly understood what Hayami Tenma was thinking. He probably thought that she was hiding something from Yanagi Kiyotomi and developing other relationships with Shiraishi Hitomi behind her back.

It's not that I'm deliberately avoiding it; I have a clear conscience!

"Open the score, I'll play the recording, and you point to the score."

As soon as Hayami Tenma Sei turned to the first page of the score, the sound of the instruments entered her ears through the speakers.

Her fingers hurriedly followed the music score, but because she was not skilled, the sound of the instrument did not reach the place her eyes saw, and her fingers did not touch the instrument she could hear.

Miyamine Nozomi did not interrupt Hayami Tenma Sei, watching her frantically point out the entire passage.

"stop."

He walked up, squatted down in front of Hayami Tenma Sei, pointed to the score, and said...

"Look here, the clarinet came in before the flute had even finished playing. If you only look at the sheet music, you can only see two lines of notes, but your ears can make you jump to the clarinet part in advance."

"Oh, oh, oh!" Hayami Tenma nodded quickly.

Hitomi Shiraishi sat silently to the side, her posture upright.

“Let’s do it again. Try not to stare at one line too intently. Use your ears before your eyes. For example, if you hear a bass drum 'boom,' you should pay attention to the percussion section. If you hear a flute's breathy sound, look at the woodwinds.”

Hayami Tenma nodded quickly.

But many things are easier said than done.

It's like playing with a washing machine in an arcade; even if you can see it, your hands can't keep up.

On the second and third attempts, Hayami Tenmasei still made some mistakes.

But as time went by, with Miyamune's continuous specialized practice, her progress gradually deepened.

Miyamine Nozomi discovered that Hayami Tenma Sei wasn't stupid; in fact, her hearing was quite good, above average.