I play wind instruments in Kansai.

Hitomi Shiraishi's chin was buried in the blanket, her clear eyes fixed on him as she said:

"You'll be with me forever, right?"

It was that kind of thing again, but Miyamine Nozomi was no longer shocked as before, and even thought it was just one of her "catchphrases".

"of course."

Gongling Wang had a wad of burning coal stuffed into his chest, but he still smiled and said...

"Get some sleep, see you tomorrow."

"Good night."

Gongling Wang closed the door, like a thief who had done something wrong, and quickly left the Baishi family's house.

Upon passing the front desk of the music store, it was discovered that it was not Shiraishi's mother, but Shiraishi's father.

"Gongling".

"Hello, Uncle. Goodbye, Uncle."

Gong Lingwang nodded to him in greeting, then left without saying anything more.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't go yet!" Shiraishi's father suddenly shouted.

Gong Lingwang broke out in a cold sweat, wondering if he had seen her.

"Thank you for carrying my daughter upstairs," said Mr. Shiraishi.

"Uh......"

Sure enough, it was spotted; that damn surveillance camera.

"Don't be nervous."

As if sensing Gongling Wang's embarrassment, Shiraishi's father not only didn't press the matter, but also cheerfully said,

"You're a local from Wakayama too, right?"

"Yes, yes."

“That’s great. I don’t really like outsiders. They always look down on us Wakayama people. Even Osaka up there says we Wakayama people are country bumpkins.”

For some reason, Shiraishi's father suddenly started complaining, and Miyamine Nozomi could only listen and nod repeatedly.

However, he didn't experience any discrimination while he was outside.

"Uncle, it's getting late, I'll go home now." Gong Lingwang deliberately glanced at his watch.

“Okay,” said Shiroishi’s father. “Come over and visit often when you have time. Xiaotong doesn’t have many friends, but she’s very good at judging people.”

"it is good."

Gong Lingwang didn't try to understand further and walked straight out of the store.

The moment he pushed open the door, the night air rushed onto his face, and he gasped for breath like a drowning man.

The smell of everyday life, the damp scent of soil from roadside flowerbeds—all the rough, real, and human things rushed into Gong Lingwang's body.

It also has the smell of barbecue that I remember.

"Supervisor Hayami, what are you still doing here?" Miyamune's voice was a little hoarse, and there was still a slight dryness in his throat.

Under the streetlights, Hayami Tenma stood there scrolling through his phone, a few strands of his hair being tossed about by the wind.

She seemed to have waited here on purpose.

Do you want me to take you home? My car is parked nearby.

Gongling Wang shook his head and said:

"No need, I can get home in about ten minutes. Also, remember to practice today."

Hayami Tenma looked directly at him and said:

“I already said I can stay longer, and I can get back quickly if I have a car.”

Gongling Wang took a deep breath and said:

"Because I don't want you to be tired."

"Hmm...?"

Hayami Tenma was visibly stunned for a moment, blood rushing to his face, but he still crossed his arms and kept a straight face as he spoke.

"What are you saying? That's utterly nonsensical."

"Because you have to go to work and teach during the day, and then come here to practice after get off work, it must be exhausting no matter how you look at it."

Miyamine Nozomi's words came from the bottom of her heart; she had no ulterior motives.

He genuinely felt that Hayami Tenmasei would be exhausted; he had previously heard her say that her performance wasn't very good and that she had even been reprimanded by the head of student affairs.

Hayami Tenma Sei slightly pursed his chin, his tone muffled:

“Don’t you have to teach during the day and then come here to teach after get off work? You can just say you’re tired, why push it onto me?”

"There's nothing I can do if that's what you think."

The things that he couldn't say to Yuuki Yagaki before, Miyamine Nozomi could say without any burden when facing Tenma Hayami.

???

Upon hearing his words, Hayami Tenma stared in astonishment, for in the girl's eyes, this was tantamount to giving up.

That's so hurtful! It completely screams that he doesn't want to talk to her anymore!

It feels like I'm being unreasonable! He's the most powerful one!

"Ugh—!!!"

Hayami Tenma's brows furrowed, and a low growl, like a cat's, escaped his throat. He then stomped his foot angrily.

"Hmph, go home yourself! Even if you beg me, I won't take you!"

"I was going to go home by myself anyway," Miyamine Nozomi said before leaving.

If it were a bodycon skirt and black stockings, he might change his expression.

But he had absolutely no lingering feelings for Hayami Tenma, who was dressed like a country bumpkin.

Because Miyamine Nozomi is very hypocritical.

"—!"

Watching his retreating figure, Hayami Tenma Sei felt both angry and annoyed.

But five seconds later she froze, her anger vanishing instantly, leaving her with a blank expression.

Why should I be angry with a student?

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"If I start practicing more intensively from today, I don't know who I'll be walking home with after school."

"Doesn't Toda-senpai have anyone she can trust?"

"Hmm... because I've always been in the brass band, and I'm not particularly outstanding in my regular classes, I feel like I'm on the fringes, hahaha..."

In response to Sumire Amamiya's question, Erika Toda raised her hand, scratched her cheek, and smiled.

"If I were a girl like Xiaojin, I wouldn't have so many worries."

Sumire Amamiya sat in a chair, twisting the ends of her hair with her fingers, and glanced away as she said:

"It's alright, because with my personality, dealing with interpersonal relationships is actually quite troublesome."

"I don't think anyone should be angry with you, after all, you're so cute and good at talking," Eri Toda said with a smile, genuinely liking this girl.

"Some people are just arrogant, which makes dealing with them very troublesome."

"Uh?"

"Oh, right, there's hardly anyone in the department at this time. What time does everyone arrive?"

Sumire Amamiya smiled sweetly and said,

"I think it's better to arrive at the same time as everyone else, because if I arrive early, it feels like I'm just pretending to work hard."

"I'm always early, most people don't get up until almost eight o'clock—"

"Oh, I know someone here!"

A crisp, melodious sound suddenly entered my ears.

A young girl strode into the classroom, the outline of her thighs loosely revealed by the fabric beneath her skirt, yet unable to conceal her voluptuous figure.

Chiyo Akamatsu took alternating steps, her skirt swaying slightly with each step, her waist exceptionally slender, which accentuated the curve of her hips.

"Chiyo!"

Behind her, Medieval Ancient Sunrise resembled an owner chasing a pet that had run off its leash.

She was panting, her short hair sticking to her temples, indicating that the two of them had run upstairs.

The weather is a bit humid and stuffy today, with humidity reaching 75%. When it gets hot, even breathing feels difficult.

"Akamatsu-senpai, Nakaseko-senpai." Amamiya Sumire stood up, clasped her hands in front of her, and bowed slightly.

Chiyo Akamatsu raised her hand to her forehead, winked at her, and said:

"Good morning, God of the Oboe!"

"Well, don't say that about me." Sumire Amamiya waved her hand. "You're making me seem like I have no self-awareness."

Chiyo Akamatsu raised her hand and patted her slender shoulder heavily, saying:

"How could that be! You were summoned by Daidouji, so you must be very strong no matter how you look at it."

"Hehehe..."

Sumire Amamiya's left shoulder slumped down after being slapped, but because she was her senior, she smiled and twitched at the same time.

"Daidouji-senpai called you? Is Amamiya-senpai's oboe playing very good?" Erika Toda asked.

"It's not that bad."

Sumire Amamiya looked at Hijiri Chūgo and spoke up.

"Speaking of which, Senior Nakagaku, will the soloists for the woodwind quintet relay this time also be selected through auditions?"

Medieval Kohatsu's lips parted, even her breath was gentle:

You mean that one...?

"Huh, really?" Chiyo Akamatsu asked, tilting her head.

"Now that you've got the full score, go home and study it carefully for me."

Medieval Rizhao sighed helplessly and said,

"Among the pieces I selected this time, there is a relay solo presented by a woodwind quintet, consisting of five instruments: piccolo, flute, clarinet, oboe, and bassoon. There aren't many measures, but these were still chosen."

Akamatsu Miyo raised her hand and pointed to herself, saying:

"What about my trombone?"

"The trombone has no solo or ensemble performances."

The ancient sun of the Middle Ages did not seem to feel any regret.

"Even my French horn is like that, it's just a soli with only one voice."

"I've been bullied! Because of my long-term inaction, I've been bullied by Daidouji!" Chiyo Akamatsu pouted as she looked at Erika Toda.

Erika Toda felt goosebumps all over from her stare and instinctively brought her legs together, saying:

"Uh, senior?"

"I feel so bad, Toda-senpai, give me a hug."

Chiyo Akamatsu stepped forward, put one arm around her head, and kept scratching her chin with the other.

"Huh? Akamatsu-senpai—?"

Erika Toda was scratched and didn't know what to do, just like a cat that was leisurely strolling by the roadside and suddenly had its head scratched by a passerby.