I play wind instruments in Kansai.

"Don't try to change the subject. My feelings for Miyamune are purely based on my admiration for his playing!"

"So you're just being a tsundere, huh? I just can't do anything with you."

"Here we go again, trying to label me on a whim, huh?"

"I've spent years trying to understand you, how can you bear to say I'm making baseless accusations?"

The two started chatting about their own things again, and Miyamine Nozomi used the time to finish her soba noodles.

Shiraishi Hitomi, on the other hand, didn't say a word, but instead watched the two of them bickering.

"I'm sorry, is it not tasty?" Miyamune asked.

Hitomi Shiraishi shook her head, smoothing the strands of hair at her temples with her hand, but some unruly dark strands still slipped across her cheeks, looking somewhat dangerous.

Gong Lingwang has learned a thing or two: when going out for noodles with girls in the future, it's best to always have a hair tie handy.

"Eating noodles without a hair tie?" Sumire Amamiya noticed while they were bickering.

Hitomi Shiraishi blinked.

"It is truly an honor to have dinner with such a gentle and considerate guy as Gong Ling."

Sumire Amamiya's exaggerated words only elicited a slight droop of Hitomi Shiraishi's eyebrows.

"Here, take mine."

She handed me a very ordinary black rubber hair tie.

"Hmm, what about you?"

“I don’t like noodles,” Sumire Amamiya said. “It’s Shinobu who loves noodles.”

“She always comes with me to eat here,” Yamada Shinobu explained with a smile.

Sumire Amamiya's feet, clad in sneakers, tapped alternately on the floor. She tilted her head, her hair falling over one ear due to gravity.

"Because I always see her getting oil stains on her clothes from eating them, I find it very interesting."

"Yes, yes, yes." Yamada Shinobu was already used to it.

Gong Lingwang glanced at the petite girl beside him, a gentle smile playing on his lips, which she caught.

"What?" Sumire Amamiya asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No."

Gongling Wang felt that she might not be a bad girl; rather, she was shrewd and liked to observe others.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Sumire Amamiya slightly raised her chin and let out a soft, almost inaudible moan.

"Humph--"

She straightened her back again, her chest slightly raised.

"I heard that Shiraishi and Kirishima are very close friends, but why are you with a boy now? Could it be that you two were secretly dating and I caught you?"

Sumire Amamiya, seemingly enjoying the drama, was scolded by Shinobu Yamada.

"Little Violet~~~"

She frowned slightly and shook her head.

"I'm just curious, because if that's the case, I have to keep it a secret. I understand Liu Mu's temperament to some extent."

Sumire Amamiya commented on these matters with an indifferent, detached air, as if she were a third party.

"As members of the club, we all need to work together to ensure its stability."

"I often spend time alone with Daidouji-senpai."

Gongling Wang suddenly said.

"You can also ask Daidouji-senpai what my relationship with her is."

"Well......"

"Since you two are sisters, there shouldn't be any problem, right, Amamiya-san?"

"I have the right to remain silent."

The way she turned her face away so suddenly seemed so childish.

Just then, Shinobu Yamada's soba noodles arrived, along with a large portion of fruit ice cream. What kind of things does this shop sell?

"You have a good appetite."

"What are you saying? Hurry up and give me some Violet too."

"No way, it'll make my stomach bloated."

"Don't pretend you have a small appetite, you clearly ate a ton of snacks at my house."

Nobody believes you.

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After finishing their soba noodles, Miyamine Nozomi and Shiraishi Hitomi did not leave with the two women.

Since they hadn't finished eating, he had no reason to stay any longer.

As soon as they stepped outside, Shiraishi Hitomi whispered beside her:

"Amamiya-san is a good person."

Gongling Wang laughed and said, "So that's how you knew?"

Actually, he and Hitomi Shiraishi share the same idea.

While one cannot judge a person solely based on their words, many words and actions often reveal deeper truths.

"But, are you and Daidouji-senpai really together?" Shiraishi Hitomi raised her eyebrows and looked at him.

"I've never seen her outside of school, she's always been at school."

In Miyamine Nozomi's memory, he had only ever seen Daidouji Seiko in her uniform; he had never seen her in any other outfits, which was a bit of a shame.

Hearing him say that, a look of relief appeared on Shiraishi Hitomi's small face.

It wasn't that she was jealous; as a girl, everyone would suffer from Daidouji Seiko's superior physique, and no one could escape it.

Not far from the music store, Gongling Wang walked her to the store entrance and then turned to go home.

The vending machines were lit up on the street, a row of them glowing blue, with cold air condensing on the glass.

The overhead power lines stretched from one pole to another, drawing invisible musical staves across the night sky, while the distant sound of the mains electricity whirring along the tracks could be heard.

Gong Lingwang was in a good mood. He had made a lot of money today, and he was so happy that he felt lightheaded. His hair stood on end in the wind.

When I got home, the lights on the first floor were on.

Gong Lingwang unlocked the door with his fingerprint, took off his shoes in the entryway, put on slippers, and saw his mother sitting on the sofa with her arms crossed and her legs crossed, striking a stern pose.

"What's wrong? Did you and Dad have a fight?" Gong Lingwang casually put the musical instrument care products he had bought aside.

Gongling's mother looked up, frowned, and said to him:

"what is this?"

As she spoke, she tossed the bag containing the sexy nightgown over.

Gong Lingwang caught it with quick eyes and hands.

Gongling's mother, adopting an accusatory tone, said:

"I found this while cleaning your room. Why would you have this? Did you buy it for me? I've worn it before; it's not my size."

"Mom! What are you doing?!"

Gongling Wang's cheeks flushed, and she gripped the bag tightly with both hands, saying...

"This is for Liu Mu! Why are you wearing this!"

"Well?"

The mother, who had initially looked serious and wanted to guide her teenage son in establishing sound values, was suddenly stunned.

"Given to Jie Deng?"

She straightened up somewhat awkwardly, gave a bitter smile, and said...

"Mom doesn't know."

"Ugh!" Gong Lingwang said with a disgusted expression, "You've already worn it, how am I supposed to give it to her!"

Gongling's mother scratched her cheek sheepishly and said, "...Then, should I give it to Liumu's mother?"

Gongling Wang was stunned for a moment.

Is that okay?

"We should...wait a minute."

Gongling's mother then realized something was wrong and quickly frowned, saying...

"You mean to give this to Jie Deng, this kind of nightgown?"

"Is that not allowed?"

"Hum-"

Gongling's mother narrowed her eyes slightly, a knowing smile playing on her lips, and pointed at him, saying...

"Well, you little rascal."

"I can't stand it..."

Gong Lingwang lowered her head, trying to hide the uncontrollable blush on her face, and hurriedly stuffed her nightgown inside, saying...

"I'll take it to her now."

Gongling's mother smiled happily:

"If Mom wears it, can she wear it again?"

"I'll make her wash it ten times."

Amidst her mother's teasing laughter, Miyamine Nozomi embarked on her journey again into the night, heading towards Willow Wood Lamp's house.

After walking for about ten minutes, we finally arrived.

There were some old ceramic pots left at the corner of the wall, planted with some common household items. The soil looked half wet and half dry, and there were a few dark stains on the paving stones.

The bell rang twice, and before the wind chimes under the eaves had completely quieted down, the sound of slippers stepping on the floor came from inside the door, unhurried and deliberate.

The door was opened a crack, and warm yellow light shone through, revealing the figure of Liu Mu's mother.

"you are?"

Willow Mother is petite, appearing to be only about 1.55 meters tall, but her figure resembles a sturdy sapling.

She seemed a little confused when the handsome young man appeared at her doorstep.

"I am Miyamune Nozomi."

"Little...Little Wang?"

Willow's mother's eyes widened slightly. She opened the door completely, reached out and grabbed his arms, saying...

"You've grown so much!"

"Hello, Auntie, I'm here to see Liu Mu," Gong Lingwang said with a smile.

"Come in, come in," Liu Mu's mother said with a smile. "Come in and sit down. What would you like to drink? Auntie will pour you something."

"No need, no need, it's already very late. I'll just drop off some things and leave."

"Oh, it's alright."

Liu Mu's mother glanced at the bag that Gong Lingwang was carrying; she didn't recognize the brand on it.

"This is?"

"Oh, these are clothes my mom brought for Liu Mu."

"You're too kind," Liu Mu's mother said with a smile. "Jie Deng is upstairs; you can see her room as soon as you go up."

"it is good."