I play wind instruments in Kansai.

She was the girl who sat next to him in class.

"Where's Kato-kun?" The sudden question struck Miyamine Nozomi's ears.

Miyamine glanced at Kirishima Ryuka beside her. Their homes were not far apart, only a few dozen meters apart.

After school, she took the initiative to ask me to walk home together, so I had no reason to refuse, and I also had a lot of questions I wanted to ask her.

"Obi".

"That's great. Although the oboe is difficult, there's less competition, unlike the trumpet, which has so many competitors. I'm really worried about that."

Kirishima Ruka raised the corners of her mouth, and her every word and action was full of elegance and poise, completely unlike a "gloomy" girl who had stayed at home for years without ever going out.

"So you're an alt account too."

Didn't I tell you?

"You immediately asked me to come with you, and I still find that inexplicable."

Kirishima Ruka gripped the shoulder straps of her backpack with both hands, lowered her head slightly, and whispered:

"I'm sorry, it seems I was too hasty and didn't prepare for many things."

Her manners were always so impeccable.

"The senior students seem to really like you," Gong Lingwang asked casually.

"Yeah, the senior students are all very nice. I'm really looking forward to tomorrow."

Kirishima Ruka looked up at the tangerine-colored sky, her delicate face softening with a gentle expression, and said...

"From now on, we will all move towards the same goal and become a community with a shared future, standing together in the halls of Utsunomiya and Hiroshima HBG."

Are we talking about a community of shared future so early?

Miyamine Nozomi switched the backpack containing textbooks to her right shoulder:

Why did you choose to join the club? What happened?

Kirishima Ruka's dark brown loafers shimmered slightly in the sunlight as she smiled and said:

"After hearing my request, Senior Sister Gu Hua immediately agreed to help me. I am very grateful to her. Things went very smoothly, and the other senior sisters had no objections."

"Didn't you say the brass band wasn't doing well?" Miyamine asked.

"Hmm...that's what they say."

Kirishima Ruka looked uneasy.

"But I think the senior students have the charm to handle it, and I choose to trust them with time."

"After all, your ensemble competition comes later than the wind instrument competition, so you have time to correct any mistakes."

Feeling as if Miyamune had seen through her, Kirishima Ruka's lips tightened into a thin line, and suddenly, as if remembering something, she said:

"Oh, you joined too? How's it going?"

"I joined."

“They must be amazed by your flute playing; I can imagine the scene,” Kirishima Ruka said with a smile.

"That was truly surprising."

Gongling Wang tried his best to pretend nothing was wrong and muttered to himself.

Although my flute skills don't reach the national gold standard, I certainly can't play that badly in front of Senior Sister Gu Hua.

If you play that badly in the Shenxu Wind Ensemble, you're likely to be singled out for individual practice by enthusiastic upperclassmen, making it hard not to improve.

But he had talked to Mizuno Souji before, and the brass band was not doing well, so there was no need for him to stand out.

For Miyamine Nozomi, a brass band without the ability to reach the national stage is not something he needs to fight for.

"What if the wind band doesn't perform well?"

“It’s one thing for the wind band to be in poor condition, but it’s another thing to find people who can work together.”

Kirishima Ruka smiled shyly as she said this.

“Gongling is an exception. Because I know you better, I assumed you would stay with me. I hope you don’t mind.”

Gong Lingwang observed her reaction, and she did not look away.

"If you want to achieve your goal, you absolutely can, right?"

"Hmm...that's true," Kirishima Ruka replied vaguely.

"Why not do it?" Gong Lingwang was very curious, or rather, she was wasting the power that God had given her.

Kirishima Ruka's brow furrowed slightly, and the bow scarf at her chest was blown askew by the wind.

"You're right. On a positive note, I can unite everyone and move towards a goal. On the other hand, if I don't want to, I can make everyone disobey and live a mediocre life."

Are you the queen ant?

Gong Lingwang could only say this with a slight smile, because he was also a little afraid of having such a person around him.

"You're really going too far. I think I'm much prettier than the queen ant."

"Then what are we waiting for? Use your magical charm to bring us all together!"

"But that was just my will. My essence is deprivation. I stole everyone's truth and I owe many debts that I can never repay."

Kirishima Ruka remained silent for a moment, as if afraid of disturbing something; each word that escaped her lips seemed to fall.

“Those people could have suffered or encountered surprises because of their choices, but because of me, a void has appeared.”

Gong Lingwang suddenly fell silent; she was right.

Think about it: what surprises might have happened if I hadn't turned back and had gone to the party instead?

"Does this have anything to do with your parents?"

By the time he came to his senses, those words had already come out of Miyamune Nozomi's mouth.

"......"

Kirishima Ruka's eyes were fixed on the ground not far away, but she wasn't looking at anything specific, nor did she speak.

"Sorry, never mind."

The two walked along the street.

Why did you decide to play the instrument?

“When there’s nothing to do, people always have to find something to do, right? Even just breathing is fine,” Kirishima Ruka said with a smile.

"Such a simple reason."

"Gong Ling, what about you?"

My family thinks I should have a hobby.

Has it become an interest of yours?

Gongling Wang simply shrugged.

"Then I'll get home first." Kirishima Ruka stopped in her tracks.

Before me was a small, light blue villa, with a floor-to-ceiling window visible on the second floor.

"Although my grandma doesn't work, my family is quite wealthy," she said with a smile.

Gongling Wang did not reply; she was probably referring to her parents' inheritance.

After saying goodbye, he continued walking forward. Just as Kirishima Ruka had said, the distance between the two houses was only about fifty meters.

I had just stood at my doorstep when a new market change popped up before my eyes.

[Market Update: Ai Kato, up 10%]

[Unusual Activity Explained: The purchase of a new oboe and music theory textbooks has greatly increased his enthusiasm]

Current stock price: 16.5

hiss!

A red line is stretched straight up; who wouldn't be envious?

Gong Lingwang felt a burning sensation in his body and mind, and he was somewhat worried.

He worried that if he didn't enter the market now, he would miss out on a growth stock like Kato Ai and miss out on a lot of wealth.

Unlocking the door with my fingerprint, I found my father's shoes lying in the entryway. I quickly put on my slippers and rushed to my father's room.

Father Miyamune Yasuhide sat at his desk, clicking the mouse on his laptop.

What kind of design drawings are these? Miyamine Wang couldn't understand them.

"Dad, there's something I want to tell you."

"What?" Miyamune Yasuhide rested his chin on his hand, staring intently at the screen.

Gong Lingwang rested his hands on the table, turned slightly to the side, and said, "Could you give me 500,000?"

"Five hundred thousand?" Miyamune Yasuhide's eyes widened. "What do you need so much money for?"

Combining this with his son's earlier inquiry about the stock market that morning, he immediately frowned and continued:

"You want to invest in stocks?"

“No, how could that be?” Gong Lingwang said calmly. “I joined the school’s wind band, but there are no more public instruments, so I have to buy them myself.”

"Don't you have a flute?"

"I've used that flute for several years, and it's all broken inside."

He learned that lying requires composure.

"Who told you not to wash properly?"

"That's for maintenance. Anyway, I don't have any flutes anymore. All the flutes in the wind instrument section have been taken."

Gongling Wang dared to ask for so much because he felt that his family was relatively well-off, after all, they drove a Mercedes worth more than eight million yen and their quality of life was not low.

Miyamine Yasuhide clasped his hands together, pondered for a moment, and said:

"Can you promise me you'll take good care of it? I know a flute can last for more than twenty years, but your first one will only last a few years."

"Of course!" Seeing a glimmer of hope, Gong Lingwang's eyes widened. "I'll definitely take good care of myself!"

"Okay, how much do good flutes usually cost?"

“I plan to buy a flute with a full sterling silver body, with E splits, perforations, and a B tailpiece.”

"Is 500,000 enough?"

Ok?

Can I add more?

"Uh... barely enough, I'll add a little more myself."

"How much do you have? I'll give you 800,000. If you're going to buy something, buy a good one."

My father always believed that if he was going to buy something, he should buy something good that would last for several years.

The iPhone I bought back then is still in use after six years. My father said that if the battery life is not good, we should replace the battery, and then it will be like a new phone again.

"Alright," Gong Lingwang said reluctantly, "Don't tell Mom."

“I know for sure. Oh, and there’s one more thing,” said Miyamune Yasuhide, crossing his legs. “I need you to participate in the competition.”

"what?"

"If you're not going to participate in the competition, what are you doing with such a good flute?"

"Row."

Now that things have come to this, Gongling Wang has no choice but to agree.

"Go out, I'll get back to work."

"You're busy."

As soon as he returned to his room, Miyamine Nozomi received money from his father.

So many zeros, a full eight hundred thousand yen, he had never seen so much before.