I play wind instruments in Kansai.

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Total holdings: 3181404 yen

The system displayed a new settlement interface, and within just a few minutes, I had earned over two million yuan.

According to Hayami Tenma Sei, the two million yen was about half a year's salary for her as a public supervisor.

It was indeed too easy to make money off Shiraishi Hitomi, so easy that Miyamine Nozomi suspected it was a complete trap.

Looking at the innocent young girl in front of him, even knowing this, he could hardly resist the irresistible allure of this trap.

A faint smile appeared on Shiraishi Hitomi's face as she adjusted her pleated skirt with both hands, tilting her head and smiling at him:

"What should we do now, Professor Miyamine?"

"No need to call me teacher or anything like that. Why don't you bring over a flute and try it out?"

"Ah."

As Shiraishi Hitomi stood up and opened the door, her father staggered inside.

It looks like he's pressed his ear against the door, eavesdropping on what the two people inside are talking about.

But Gong Ling looked at the thickness of the door; it was at least eight centimeters thick. What kind of ears could it be?

"dad."

Hitomi Shiraishi reacted surprisingly quickly, immediately turning to the side and standing aside.

"Hitomi..." Shiraishi's father said awkwardly, scratching his head, "I was just about to knock on the door."

"Hello, Uncle." Miyamine Nozomi was glad that she hadn't done anything to Shiraishi Hitomi.

"Hey, is there anything you need?"

"I want to practice the flute."

"I'll help you carry it," said Shiraishi's father with a smile. "Please sit down."

A short while later, he returned carrying a musical instrument case, just like the one Gong Lingwang had, a three-sound brand.

"I won't bother you anymore."

Shiraishi's father closed the door with a smile, leaving only the two of them in the room.

In other words, it should be okay to do some weird things now, right? Miyamune thought to herself.

"Shall we begin? For the piccolo player, my biggest concern is that he can't play the middle and low registers, so let's focus on that."

"Ah."

Hitomi Shiraishi habitually presses the mouthpiece with the force of blowing a piccolo, tightening the upper lip and pushing the lower lip forward; this is the usual embouchure for high notes on the piccolo.

“No, that won’t do.” Gong Lingwang said, sitting down next to her. “Relax your lower lip; the two are different. Why don’t you give me the flute first?”

"it is good."

Gongling Wang took the flute, his chest not rising and falling noticeably, but his abdomen slightly bulging, and he breathed into the flute head.

There was no sound, only a hissing sound; check if the airflow was blocked.

Then, a middle G flowed smoothly from the flute, its ripples carrying a soft resistance.

The melody lasted for eight beats, with no impact at the beginning and no obvious drop at the end. The entire sound was as clear as a straightened thread.

"Give it a try? Hmm... or how about switching to another one?"

"No need." Shiraishi Hitomi shook her head, seemingly unperturbed.

Just as the system rated, Hitomi Shiraishi's talent in music theory is indeed unicorn-level, extremely rare.

Starting from G, go up a full octave, and seven notes flow out from there, almost without any gaps between them, like a string of beads rolling down a smooth slope.

The weight and tone are just right.

A hint of surprise crossed Gongling Wang's face, and his expression softened as he looked at the girl.

"Wow, that's amazing. If Toda-senpai knew you could play so steadily, she'd be terrified and cry."

Shiraishi Hitomi smiled, pursed her lips, and said:

"Should I pretend I don't understand?"

"No need, Toda-senpai is quite generous," Miyamine said. "If possible, I'll trouble you with the third flute."

"May I?"

"Of course, if you'd like."

"I am willing."

Her answer was quick, leaving almost no room for hesitation, which surprised Gong Lingwang.

"Okay, okay."

Nothing unexpected happened at Shiraishi's house; it was all practice.

Gong Lingwang didn't feel any regret at all. On the contrary, he thought that wasting the time spent in a hotel room on doing certain things would be the real waste.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he looked up at his watch and saw that it was already past eight o'clock.

Midway through, Shiraishi's father invited Miyamine Nozomi to dinner, but he politely declined. Shiraishi Hitomi also didn't go to eat, focusing instead on practicing.

That's all for today.

After packing his things, Miyamine Nozomi decided to go eat ramen later.

"where are you going?"

"Of course we're going to eat," Gong Lingwang said casually. "I'm quite tired, so it'd be best to eat something sweet."

"I'll go as well."

"Ok?"

Gong Ling looked back and found that Bai Shi Tong's eyes were staring straight at him, the surface of his watery pupils looking as if they were about to drip water.

"Is this your home?" he reminded him, "and it's so late."

"It's okay, I'll say yes. You'll take me home, right?"

"..."

She was like an innocent fawn, so pure that no thought of anything too sordid could possibly arise in Gongling Wang's mind.

"alright."

The two left the room with their electronic cards.

Upon arriving at the front desk, Gong Lingwang said:

"Uncle, please help me organize all the things I mentioned before. I want to buy them and take them with me."

"You really want to buy it?" Bai Shi's father looked at him in astonishment.

"Correct."

Miyamine Nozomi first took out one million yen from the warehouse and spent nine hundred and twenty thousand yen in front of Shiraishi's father.

It's really heartbreaking to lose all of these all at once.

But looking at Shiraishi Hitomi beside him, Miyamine Nozomi regained his confidence.

They did receive the money; Bai Shi's father was completely bewildered when he handed over the bag.

Has my quiet daughter hooked up with a rich second-generation heir?

And he did look at his daughter with genuine affection.

"I'm going out," the daughter said.

"Uh... um."

So much so that when Miyamune took her out, he felt like an incompetent father.

In May, the night breeze is quite cool.

Located at the crossroads, the sound of car tires rolling over the asphalt road always echoed in Gonglingwang's ears.

"What would you like to eat?" Gongling Wang asked.

He rarely ate with girls.

"Anything is fine." Shiraishi Hitomi's gaze kept sweeping across the street.

Gongling Wang asked curiously:

"You rarely go out at night?"

"Yes." Shiraishi Hitomi nodded and said, "It's dangerous at night, it's best not to go out."

“I understand. There will be wolves hiding in the alleys, witches with poison, and people will die in the streets the next day, but no one knows what has happened.”

Shiraishi Hitomi raised her hand to cover her mouth and said:

Is Hokkaido really that dangerous?

Gong Lingwang looked at her with a complicated expression and said:

"No, Hokkaido is very safe. These are just my dreams."

"Oh."

To avoid worrying Shiraishi's parents, Miyamine Nozomi chose a soba noodle shop not far from the music store.

Is it edible?

"Ah."

The wind chimes on the shop door jingled as the two people entered.

It was a fairly spacious shop, much more modern than the ramen shop he went to alone last time.

Both the lighting and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows give the illusion that "this is just a soba noodle shop?"

I found a seat and sat down. Hitomi Shiraishi was sitting opposite me.

Gongling Wang's fingertips traced the menu as he looked up and asked with a smile, "Would you like '28% off' or '10% off'?"

However, the girl in front of him tilted her head.

Unlike the bangs of athletic girls, which are often matted with sweat, Hitomi Shiraishi's bangs are smooth and distinct, casting light and shadow on her skin.

"Ten percent buckwheat flour means 100 percent buckwheat flour, while two-eighths means 80 percent buckwheat flour plus 20 percent wheat flour."

Which one tastes better?

"Hmm, it's hard to say. The 10-cut variety has the strongest original aroma and the texture is soft, but it's also easy to break. The 28-cut variety has wheat flour added, so it's more chewy. My mom loves to eat it."

"Then I should like 28 too."

"Really? Then you and my mom have the same taste."

Although the statement sounds a bit strange, it doesn't seem to have any problem.

"Then one bowl for each of them?" Gongling Wang said.

Hitomi Shiraishi shook her head and said:

"I'm the same as you."

"..."

"I want to taste like you."

"..."

She said this without any sweet expression on her face, as if she were just talking about something extremely ordinary.

But Miyamori's heart suddenly started beating faster.

"Row."