I play wind instruments in Kansai.

Almost instinctively, Hayami Tenma straightened his back, each breath tinged with astringency.

"What does it mean?"

"that is......"

Liu Mujie raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, stealing a glance at Gong Lingwang, clearly not wanting him to hear.

Are there any other girls?

"Don't worry, there's nothing wrong."

Hayami Tenma raised his hand to brush a strand of hair away, and his eyes, which always held a gentle smile, made Yanagi Yuuto feel at ease.

Are you two dating?

When confronted with questions from the supervisor, Liu Mujie Deng took it as a death trap and quickly denied it.

But the girl spoke in a very low voice, as if afraid that Gong Lingwang would hear her:

"No, how could that be? Who would like a lecher like him?"

Hayami Tenma Sei's eyelashes trembled, and she stiffly forced a smile in response. When she opened her hands, she realized that her palms were covered in a thin layer of sweat.

"It's better to date less, so you can study better and play your instrument better. You really don't have that much energy, huh?" she said vaguely.

"Ah."

The willow wood lamp did not detect anything unusual.

She believes that all supervisors are like this, especially homeroom teachers like Hayami Tenma, who wish their students would become ruthless learning machines, and that romance would only be a stumbling block to their great achievements.

"Have you finished your private conversation?" Miyamune asked, leaning against the media table with her legs crossed. "Can we begin?"

"Okay." Hayami Tenma nodded.

Willowwood Lamp sat to one side, wanting to see just how much Gongling Wang really amounted to.

"Just like last time, it's still sight-singing and ear training, doing three-part rhythm dictation," said Miyamune Nozomi.

Hayami Tenma Sei sat upright in place, wearing a fitted dress, looking considerably more innocent and pure than usual.

How many sections?

Gong Lingwang's expression was calm, as if he were talking about something far too simple:

"Around ten, you can add more sections in turn, but I'll only play it for you three times, too many times would be meaningless."

Willowwood Lamp curled its lip and said:

"Can you do it? Let Supervisor Hayami do it."

"Are you even one of my people? Instead of agreeing with me, you're questioning me," Gong Lingwang said, frustrated.

"what?!"

"Alright, I'll demonstrate once. Watch carefully, and you can use it to write."

Inside the soundproof room, after a crackling electrical noise from the loudspeaker, the deep roar of the trombone suddenly filled the air.

The full symphony began.

Gong Lingwang's nose tip hangs on the staff, and his three vocal cords are closely intertwined between the trumpet, alto saxophone, and trombone.

First, grasp the major key form, with the brass making an extremely crisp and strong ending, the low notes landing on Sol, and the high notes floating out a long Do.

The sense of resolution from the seventh to the pig is clear and unmistakable; it is in F major.

The rhythmic "dong-da-dong" in the bass part prompted Miyamine Nozomi to write 2/4 time at the beginning of the score.

His voice is like precise tweezers in surgery, directly clamping down on the three vocal parts.

When the final full chord ends with an F major triad, the notes of the three parts have been seamlessly embedded into the bright tonic chord by Miyamori Nozomi.

Dictation of rhythmic parts is a nightmare in learning, and in many music exams, it is recognized as a top-tier elimination item.

This is way more difficult than melody dictation.

If the brain cannot operate in multiple threads simultaneously and process multiple independent rhythm streams, the project is doomed to fail.

Willowwood Lamp also wanted to try writing it down, but ever since he picked up a pen, he has never put it down again.

Turning her head to look at Hayami Tenma Sei, she was serious, her pen repeatedly pausing and writing on the musical staff, just like when she was grading papers.

Did she actually write it?

"Are you finished writing?" Gongling Wang clapped his hands together. "My two students."

Willow Wood Lamp curled his lip: "I never said I wanted to be your student."

"Alright, alright." Gong Lingwang knew she was being stubborn, so he stepped forward to take a look and found that she hadn't written anything down.

I was quite surprised. I thought she would write something, but she came up with nothing.

Noticing the extremely surprised expression on Miyamine Nozomi's face, Yanagi Yuto shrugged nonchalantly and said:

"I have no experience with dictation, and I don't need it."

Following her words, Miyamine Nozomi said:

"That's true. Now, you only need to know the most basic pitch to play on stage. You don't need to master these willow wood techniques."

"......"

An indescribable feeling welled up inside her, and she bit her lower lip lightly as she spoke.

"What are you pretending to be so important about? You actually wrote it?"

"Of course, I can't just pay to pretend to be stupid, that would be crazy." Gongling Wang showed her the musical score in his hand.

The three parts were written independently by Miyamine Nozomi, with the notes aligned vertically and written extremely neatly. Even the rests were interspersed perfectly.

No matter how you look at it, it's much better than her "blank paper".

Liu Mujie looked at the composition in front of her in silence. Through the gaps in her black hair, one could see that her ears were red. Gong Lingwang could understand her feelings to some extent.

"Supervisor Hayami, let me take a look."

"Oh, but I'm not entirely sure."

"It's good enough that they wrote anything at all."

Gongling Wang didn't mean to say those words, but Liu Mu Jie Deng overheard them.

The girl's fingers unconsciously twirled the hem of her dress, repeatedly folding and unfolding it, leaving fine wrinkles on the fabric.

He picked up Hayami Tenma Sei's sheet music and, to his surprise, she had written the first four measures almost perfectly, and the arrangement of the notes was also correct.

The only issues are with dotted lines, segmentation, and special divisions.

"Um......"

Gongling Wang pinched his chin and made a thoughtful sound.

"W-How is it?" Hayami Tenma asked, his eyes widening slightly.

"It's alright, much better than I expected. Let's continue with the audio-visual experience," said Gong Lingwang.

At this moment, Liu Mujie Deng suddenly stood up, holding his schoolbag, and said:

"I'm going home first."

"Aren't you going to wait for me?" Gongling Wang asked, looking at her.

Willow Knotting kept her head down and didn't look at him. She simply picked up her schoolbag, opened the door, and said:

"You said it would be late, but I usually go to bed early. See you tomorrow, Supervisor Hayami."

She was like a dried petal forgotten on the page of a book. Even though her tone was no different from usual, Gong Lingwang could still sense something.

"I'll see you off."

"No need, I can walk by myself."

Gong Lingwang ignored her and went out with her.

"I already said I don't need it, why are you doing this?" Liu Mujie turned around and glared at him.

"Your sadness is showing on my face. Look at you, your lips are all pursed into a thin line."

Gong Lingwang leaned closer to her, raised his hand to brush a strand of her hair aside, and said with a smile.

"What's wrong? You usually do so well in your studies, but you couldn't write anything on the dictation test. Is the contrast too great and you're unhappy?"

Willow Knot Lamp tilted his head to the side, too lazy to reply.

Gongling Wang said with a smile:

"This kind of multi-part audiovisual experience is inherently difficult, so don't feel too bad about it. Even professionals might not be able to achieve 100% accuracy in testing. If you could do it all, you could be a consultant."

His explanation made Liu Mujie feel much better, but she still glared at him and said:

"What about Supervisor Hayami? What's going on with her?"

"Her writing is indeed very good, somewhat beyond my expectations."

Gongling Wang gave her a hearty smile and said...

"Perhaps she has the talent to be a consultant, but she just hasn't put it to use. Just like Liu Mu, you are very beautiful and lovely, but I never noticed it before."

"Well--"

When facing Gongling Wang, Liu Mujie Deng's earlobes looked like agate baked by a furnace fire, opening and closing like a fish's mouth.

In Liu Mujie's eyes, a girl who would be overjoyed by a few sweet words was quite foolish, and he even looked down on such girls deep down.

But when it actually happens to her, she can't see it from a third-person perspective.

"Tch." Liu Mujie clicked his tongue and continued walking forward with his head down.

At the front desk, Shiraishi Hitomi wasn't there; instead, it was Shiraishi's father.

I said hello and left the music store.

"I'll go home by myself." Liu Mujie raised her hand to smooth her hair, trying to cover her bright red ears.

Gongling Wang sighed and said:

"What are you saying? I've already gone downstairs, of course I have to take you home."

"Supervisor Hayami is still waiting for you."

"Then let her wait."

He spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, without any hesitation, which made Liu Mujie feel particularly at ease.

"Was the oil you gave me last time any good?" Miyamune asked.

"Hmm, it's alright. I feel like all keyboard oils are the same, there's no need to buy the most expensive ones."

Willow Knotting lowered her head. Beneath her uniform skirt, black stockings encased her slender calves, revealing a section of smooth, fleshy leg above.

The evening breeze lifted a corner of her skirt, which then fell back smoothly to her waist.

Thinking about it carefully, Gong Ling had given her a lot, but she had never repaid him for anything, and he himself had never asked for anything in return.

It takes more than ten minutes to walk from here to Liu Mu's house. If it were someone else, Liu Mu Jie Deng might be able to accept it.

"Forget it, don't bother delivering it. Supervisor Hayami is very busy and tired from work."

“I told you it’s nothing,” Miyamine Nozomi said.

He's given Hayami Tenma the ability to feel comfortable at night; if she wants to release it, she can release it once before bed and sleep soundly.

I told you not to do that.

Liu Mujie glared at him and said,

“I don’t want to keep Supervisor Hayami waiting; it would be very disrespectful to her.”

Her attitude towards elders is completely different from her attitude towards peers.

"Alright then," Gong Lingwang said without hesitation. "I'll call you a car."

"I have my own legs."

"Very beautiful legs."

Willow Wood Lamp rolled her eyes at him, too lazy to say anything more, and turned to leave.