I play wind instruments in Kansai.

Moreover, she herself is willing to learn, unlike Kato Ai, who only thinks about how to become famous all day long, without thinking about the various conditions required to become famous.

Gong Lingwang suddenly remembered the girl again. No matter what, he would go to the school tomorrow to ask her what she thought and whether she wanted to stay in the brass band.

"Wow! I think I've caught up!"

Hayami Tenma Sei's tone was incredibly light, his eyes sparkling and his face beaming with a smile.

She ran all the way to the rooftop and found that the view was even more expansive than she had imagined.

Miyamine glanced at Hayami Tenma.

This country bumpkin's quick drink reveals that she is a very studious woman, because she looks especially happy when she learns something new.

Simply put, she herself generates "dopamine" rewards that promote learning, so she may not even need Miyamune to stick to her; she will start learning on her own.

I thought that Tenma Hayami was just exaggerating when she said those things in the first music classroom, but it turns out they might be true; she really excels in her studies.

Hitomi Shiraishi raised her hands and clapped softly, making a completely silent applause.

"If you use the right method, you will get the right result."

Miyamine Nozomi felt happy for Hayami Tenma Sei in her heart.

"From now on, you should follow one rule in your practice: do not turn the pages of the sheet music without recording it. Practice that only looks at the music and does not listen to it is not as good as ten minutes of combined audio-visual practice."

Hayami Tenma nodded quickly.

"Today we're only covering the second level of the score. We'll add more levels as you get more familiar with it."

The score is divided into six levels, from Level 1 to Level 6. Level 1 can be played by elementary school students, while Level 6 requires professional performance by a large orchestra.

The Choki Wind Ensemble's chosen piece for this competition was at level 3.5, close to 4, which is the level that schools usually choose in the National Wind Ensemble Competition.

Choosing a level of compass far beyond one's own capabilities without considering reality will only slow down progress and discourage team members.

Moreover, the score level will not add points to the competition; if played poorly, it will actually become a point deduction by the judges.

Although it's only a second-level score, Hayami Tenma Sei is very confident about the challenges ahead.

She could already imagine the expressions on the students' faces, especially Daidouji Seiko's, as they were shocked by her transformation.

"You can find the audio files for these pieces yourself at home; they're all available for free online." Gong Lingwang sent her the full score via his mobile phone.

They are all level 1.5, such as "Ode to Joy" and "Patrol March".

"That's all for this week. Try to practice as much as you can when you have time at home. I'll check on you on Friday evening."

"understood."

Looking at his serious expression, Hayami Tenma suddenly burst out laughing and said...

"Gong Ling, why don't you take the supervisor exam too? I think you're pretty good at it. Maybe we can even be colleagues in the future."

Gongling Wang curled his lip and said:

"Just say you want me to be your unpaid mentor for life."

"What are you saying?!"

Hayami Tenma Sei blushed, pressed his legs tightly together, and said...

"Shiraishi-kun is still here!"

"I didn't say anything."

However, Shiraishi Hitomi's eyes had slowly narrowed, her eyelashes like two small fans, sometimes drooping, sometimes struggling to lift slightly.

A yawn escaped the girl's lips silently, without making a sound, but a single tear welled up in the corner of her eye.

Gong Lingwang raised his wrist to check the time on his smartwatch and saw that it was already 9:30.

Hitomi Shiraishi's face showed a childlike relaxation; she was actually laughing it off so early.

"Alright, it's about time, let's go rest." Gongling Wang turned off the media player.

"I can still keep going." Hayami Tenma felt very good about himself.

Gongling Wang didn't answer her. He went straight to Shiraishi Tong's side, raised his hand, and gently patted her smooth shoulder, saying:

"Shiraishi-kun? We're leaving."

"Well?"

Shiraishi Hitomi's pupils hadn't had time to focus yet. She looked at Miyamine Nozomi in a daze, her voice sticky and hoarse from being soaked in sleep.

She looked so adorable that if it weren't for Hayami Tenma Sei being there, Miyamine Nozomi would probably have already pinched her cheeks.

"I'm going back," said Miyamune Nozomi.

Shiraishi Hitomi raised his arms, not very high, just to his chest.

"Hmm... carry me away."

Her voice still carried a nasal tone, lazy and soft.

"what?"

"Uh?"

Both Miyamine Nozomi and Hayami Tenma Sei were stunned, neither of them expecting her to make such a request, to the point that they forgot how to respond.

Seeing that Gongling Wang did not answer immediately, Baishi Tong's fingertips trembled noticeably less, and the hazy weariness in her eyes slowly cracked, revealing something else.

"Feel sorry......"

Her arms hung down, her fingers together, her elbows bent less, and her shoulders slumped.

No matter how you look at her, she looks extremely disappointed.

A sudden, indescribable sense of self-reproach welled up within Gongling Wang, and he finally knelt down with his back to her, saying:

"How about I carry you on my back?"

Hayami Tenma subconsciously called out his name: "Miyarei...?"

"It's okay, it's normal for friends to help each other."

Miyamine Nozomi not only confuses Hayami Tenma Sei, but also comforts herself in her heart.

Shiraishi Hitomi looked at his back, and the disappointment in her eyes disappeared like the receding tide, replaced by a softer emotion.

"Here you go," said Miyamune Nozomi. "Supervisor Hayami, please return the electronic card. I've already paid."

Hayami Tenma's expression froze for a moment, a strange, hazy emotion welling up inside him. The more he delved into it, the more he felt that it was a very unhealthy thing.

"Okay." She nodded, took the electronic card without thinking, and left.

The moment it was removed, the lights in the room went out.

"Aren't you coming up?" Gong Lingwang said.

"Ah."

Shiraishi Hitomi's arm wrapped around his shoulder, her fingers clasped in front of her, and her chin rested in the crook of Miyamine Nozomi's shoulder.

The girl's warm breath sprayed onto the side of her neck, carrying a faint warmth unique to those who are tired.

Immediately afterwards, Miyamine Nozomi felt the softness.

Shiraishi Hitomi's chest pressed completely against his back, and through two thin layers of fabric, he could clearly feel the excessively warm touch.

Even though she wasn't as voluptuous as Liu Mu and the others, she could still feel warmth whenever she was squeezed, with her body heat continuously seeping in from the contact surface.

Gongling Wang could sense the shape, with a rounded outline slightly overflowing in all directions.

He grabbed Shiraishi Hitomi's legs with both hands, stood up while holding his breath, and dug his fingers deep into the soft flesh of her thighs.

"Well--"

Shiraishi Hitomi's nose occasionally brushed against Miyamine Nozomi's neck, the scent of some kind of flower lingering around her nose, mixed with her faint, clean body fragrance.

“I live upstairs, there’s a staircase to the right when you go out.”

Gong Lingwang's heart skipped a beat. Her tone was very gentle, and her whole body seemed to cling to his back like liquid.

The curves of their bodies fit together perfectly, and the heartbeat traveled through the skin to his back, yet it seemed neither hurried nor slow.

To calm her uneasy emotions, Miyamine Nozomi said softly:

"I already told you you don't need to stay here with me."

He walked out of the soundproof room and didn't see a single person in the corridor. Her chin was resting on his shoulder, and the bone was slightly pressed against it, but it was cushioned by the thin layer of soft flesh on her chin.

Shiraishi Hitomi nestled against his back, like a lazy kitten, and whispered:

"Being too tired to chat with you, Gongling, is just as painful as it is, sigh..."

She let out a soft, long sigh.

"..."

Gongling Wang's heart began to race, and she began to suspect that her face was already flushed.

He didn't really want to make comparisons, but being with Hitomi Shiraishi always stirred his protective instincts.

This is different from when she was with Yukito; she was too strong, making it impossible for Miyamine Nozomi to feel the comfort of being leaned on in an instant.

At this moment, Shiraishi Hitomi tightened her arms slightly.

Gong Lingwang understood immediately and gently lifted her up to make her more comfortable.

The fabric of these pajamas is naturally slippery.

When I went upstairs, the door was open. The living room was right inside, and there were several rooms on the left. It seemed to be a single floor.

Downstairs is an elegant musical instrument shop; this is where the Shiraishi family lives.

Which room?

"Um......"

She made a muffled nasal sound from behind.

Gong Lingwang had no choice but to search alone.

Walk to the left and you'll see a wooden sign that reads "Xiao Tong" on a door. There are no pictures on it, just the name.

Gong Lingwang bent down slightly, shifting her weight forward so that she could free one hand to open the door, and then use her toes to push the door open.

A captivating fragrance wafted into Gongling Wang's nostrils.

He had heard that girls' rooms all had their own unique scents, and it seemed that this was indeed true.

No, he hadn't been to many girls' rooms, not even the willow wood lantern.

If we're really counting, Hitomi Shiraishi should be the first.

Using the moonlight from the window, Gong Lingwang slowly shifted his weight to the other side, and with one hand he promptly supported her slender waist, like untying a precious package, and gently and carefully placed her on the bed.

"Well......"

Hitomi Shiraishi's cherry lips parted slightly, letting out a comfortable sigh.

Sure enough, her back was no match for the bed. Seeing her like this, Gong Lingwang couldn't help but chuckle.

When Miyamine Nozomi was about to pull up the blankets for her, she noticed that the hem of her sundress had been rolled up, revealing large areas of her thigh skin.

Meanwhile, the light green inner layer subtly revealed the fullest corner of her body.

Under the bright moonlight tonight, Gong Lingwang's eyes were wide open; he had never seen such captivating undulations and depressions.

Before I could react, my hand suddenly felt like it was on fire, and I could feel a clear pulse beating through my fingertips.

The thought of pressing and touching it with my fingertips suddenly came to mind.

Her breathing became erratic, so erratic that Miyamine Nozomi suspected that Shiraishi Hitomi might hear her and discover the filthy thoughts in her heart.

Gongling Wang quickly held his breath, pulled down Shiraishi Hitomi's sundress to cover up the parts that were arousing him, and quickly covered himself with the blanket.

Out of sight, out of mind; I feel much better now.

A true gentleman is one who is lustful but not lewd. Compared to his last time with Liu Mujie, Gong Lingwang was much more restrained.

"Gongling".

Just as Miyamine Nozomi was about to leave, Shiraishi Hitomi, who was lying on the bed wrapped in a blanket, suddenly spoke.

"Still not asleep?" Gong Lingwang asked in a low voice, trying to sound calm.