I play wind instruments in Kansai.

79. We are essentially the same kind of people. (6K)

Even when she woke up the next morning, Miyamune was still in shock.

The alarm clock was still ringing leisurely beside my pillow, and the bright morning sun shone through the half-open curtains. It was almost 5:30 a.m. and the sky was already bright.

Miyamine Nozomi once suspected that what she had talked about with Hayami Tenma Sei yesterday was all a nonsensical dream. Logically speaking, she should be grateful that she wasn't scolded, let alone that she was accepted.

However, this could also be her method of hanging meat on a wooden stick.

After all, given Miyamune Nozomi's age, such rewards would be even more motivating.

He had heard that some private tutors would use suggestive phrases like "If you improve your studies, I'll grant you some requests" when dealing with students who weren't doing well in school.

Turning off the still-ringing phone alarm, Miyamune put on her uniform.

The hairstyle is a bit messy, but pressing down the outward-curling hair won't hurt.

He is handsome, and even with messy hair, he is still considered to have a "handsome hairstyle".

I went downstairs for breakfast. My mother made handmade hamburger patties and a cup of oatmeal. It was very filling.

"I heard you sent Xiaojie two sets of pajamas," the father asked while looking at the news on his phone.

"Hmm," Gongling Wang responded somewhat slowly.

How much did it cost?

"Not many."

Gong Ling's father glanced at him and said in a tone of someone with experience:

"While spending money can be very effective in pursuing a girl, it won't guarantee you perfect love. Her love for you is definitely mixed with something else."

"Mom, he said that about you." Gong Lingwang finished eating the rest of the cereal after saying that.

Gongling's mother glared at him:

"Do you think I married you for your money?"

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that. I was just teaching my son about this principle," Gong Ling's father quickly explained.

"whispering sound--"

My mother would only put on a submissive, girlish act in front of my father, saying with great pride,

"Besides, Xiao Wang doesn't need to spend money to pursue girls. He's so outstanding, there are plenty of girls who like him."

Gong Lingwang slightly pursed his lips and proudly puffed out his chest.

"You've been sending things to Xiaojie, has she given you anything in return?" Gongling's father asked.

"Have."

"what?"

"Let me take advantage."

Faced with his nonchalant teasing, Gongling's father was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and chuckled, and said nothing more.

I went out and took the tram to school.

There were so many uniforms in sight that the voltage of the entire street seemed to dissolve into the folds of the girls' uniforms.

[Store Refresh]

[Musical Instrument Proficiency: Proficient in any musical instrument, 3% bonus points]

[Easy Exercise: Makes users' physical training twice as effective with half the effort, 5% profit points]

[Goodbye Memory: Used to erase specific memories, 10% of earnings points]

【Matching Badges: People wearing the same badge will stick together like magnets, earning 10% bonus points】

[Personal Account Profit Points Balance: 208 points]

It's a new store refresh; Miyamine Nozomi has never fought such a profitable battle before.

After repeatedly expressing his gratitude to Shiraishi Hitomi for her dedication, he decided to accept it all.

There's no particular reason; it's just that I have a lot of points, and they're just sitting there empty anyway.

For example, he also bought the "Women's Happiness Project" last time.

The system gave Gong Lingwang a rectangular box containing an indescribable object that felt soft and bouncy to the touch.

The method of use is to write a person's name on it with a pen, and the item will automatically display the form of that person, and the other person will also feel it.

Because it was too evil, Miyamine Nozomi never dared to play it even once.

He wasn't so desperate as to be willing to use such crooked methods to defile the chastity of those girls.

But since it was bought with points, it would be a shame to destroy it, so Miyamine Wang hid it in a small cabinet under the wardrobe and locked it with a key.

In terms of systemic ideological awareness, it really needs to be improved compared to him.

All the goods were purchased, and the rest were stored in the warehouse unused.

The "Matching Badge" appeared directly in Miyamune Nozomi's backpack after being redeemed.

It was a solid-color badge, one black and one white, and didn't look particularly eye-catching.

Gong Lingwang glanced at his surroundings.

A man in a suit and tie is sitting on your left.

To the right is a woman with her hair tied up in front of her chest. She looks like she just finished shopping at the market and is heading home. She appears to be an E cup.

Gongling Wang frowned, thinking that he should try it with Liu Mu Jie Deng.

The tram stopped at Nihonmiya Station, the carriage doors opened, and another group of girls in uniforms poured into the carriage.

Several faint scents of antiperspirant lingered in the air.

"Oh, junior Gongling."

Looking up, I saw it was An Hechun.

She held onto the ring with one hand and looked down at Gong Lingwang, her long black hair appearing extremely smooth.

From this angle, the armpits are completely invisible.

“Senior Anhe.”

Gong Lingwang blinked, nudged the man in the suit, and whispered,

"Feel sorry."

The other party didn't say anything.

The married woman next door understood immediately and voluntarily closed her legs, making room for her.

An Hechun was stunned for a moment. She wanted to refuse, but then felt that it would offend Gong Lingwang, so she turned her back, rolled up her skirt, and sat down.

"Thank you," she said with a smile.

"You're welcome. Do you live nearby, senior?"

Gongling Wang rarely encounters Anhe Jun on this tram line; he hasn't seen her even once since the start of the semester.

"Yes, it's near the Shrine of the Day."

An Hechun said with a smile,

"I usually get up very late, but recently the Holy Sons have been working really hard, and I don't want to be scolded."

"Will you also be involved in the selection process for the A-level positions?"

"will not."

An Hechun shook her head, raised her hand to smooth her side hair, and said...

“In the past, there was no burden, and I could go whenever I wanted. But now we have to select capable people. I think it’s not appropriate for anyone other than the three cadres to go. After all, once it’s related to competition, people’s thoughts are not so pure.”

What she said made a lot of sense, and Miyamine Nozomi deeply agreed with it.

"Oh? What is this?"

At that moment, An Hechun's gaze suddenly fell on the two badges in his hand.

Before Gong Lingwang could react, she took the initiative to pick up a black badge.

The moment they touched, An Hechun felt her body being pulled by a warm suction force, and she involuntarily pressed herself against Gong Lingwang's arm.

"Well--!"

An Hechun's pupils suddenly contracted, and she opened her mouth but the sound got stuck in her throat, turning into a very soft breath.

The sailor uniform top and his uniform shirt clung tightly together, and even the pleats of the pleated skirt were squeezed into a vertical line by their thighs.

"W-What's going on?!"

Anhe instinctively tried to shout out to break free.

The man in the suit next door leaned forward, looked at the two people pressed tightly together, and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

But apart from that, no one reacted at all; at most, they would just glance at it and then look away.

Sure enough, the people on the mains electricity line were the same group as the sleeping husband, the student taking notes, the family member washing dishes, and the person using the toilet.

An Hechun slightly hunched her shoulders and looked at Gong Lingwang beside her. The only sound in her ears was the rushing sensation of her blood. She asked in a low voice:

"Gong Ling, why are you hugging me?"

"...Senior, it's not what you think."

Through the thin fabric of her uniform, An Hechun's body temperature felt like a slowly seeping warm water, seeping in little by little from her arms, waist, abdomen, and the outside of her thighs.

The girl's hair carried the faint scent of citrus shampoo, and a few strands clung to the skin on the side of his neck, tickling him so much that Gong Lingwang's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

"What I don't want—"

An Hechun subconsciously looked at his right shoulder, only to find that he wasn't holding her at all.

"Uh... what's going on?"

"It's my fault," Miyamine Nozomi admitted.

Every time An Hechun tried to separate from his body, she was pulled back by an invisible force, becoming even more tightly joined together.

She gave up struggling and went limp, resting her head on his shoulder.

"So, is he possessed by an evil spirit?"

Gong Lingwang wasn't in a hurry to explain. A stuffy, hot air filled his nostrils, and the rosemary from Anhe's sweat was violently seeping into his pores.

He was curious how long this situation could last.

If we never take them off, will they stay stuck together forever?

"I'm sorry, senior."

"It's alright, I'm the one who should be sorry."

An Hechun's voice sounded much more relaxed than before.

"After all, you have Liu Mu as your junior. If she finds out, you'll definitely get scolded. I'm fine."

"Hmm..."

Anhe was even gentler and more understanding than Gong Lingwang had imagined, which made him feel a great sense of guilt.

"Where is that badge you just took?" he asked.

You mean this?

An Hechun opened her hand and placed it against his left hand; the badge was firmly pressed against her palm.

"Can I have it?"

"I can't turn my hand over."

"Push your thumb onto your little finger, then push it back to me."

Gong Lingwang raised his little finger and hooked it with her little finger.

An Hechun focused intently on the operation, pushing the small round badge in her palm to her little finger as planned.

The badge got stuck between her little finger and Miyamori Nozomi's ring finger. He quickly curled his fingers and put the badge into his palm.