I play wind instruments in Kansai.

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"Maybe this is what geniuses are like."

A faint smile appeared on Chiyo Akamatsu's face, her eyelashes casting dappled shadows in her pupils.

At this moment, Medieval Kohatsu paused for a moment, then turned his head to look at her and said:

"Did you just sigh?"

"What? No, I don't." Chiyo Akamatsu shrugged dramatically. "Keep practicing."

"......"

Nakajiko Nichizuru pursed her lips; she had definitely heard Akamatsu Chiyo's sigh just now.

In the corridor, Miyamine Wang suffered from a condition where he would die if he didn't receive guidance.

He would say a few words to almost every member who practiced in front of the row of windows.

Others thought he was faking it, because even Daidouji Seiko couldn't do that, which is why the club needed a powerful advisor.

But when Miyamune Nozomi actually corrected it, they found that it was indeed effective, which greatly shocked them.

The words he wanted to tease Miyamine Nozomi were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them.

"Gongling, Gongling—!"

Just as she was about to enter the practice room, An Hechun opened the door to the first music classroom and quickly put on the indoor shoes by the door.

Gong Lingwang stood there, watching her feet, encased in black stockings, extend into the room.

He noticed that many girls in the Haruki Brass Club liked black knee-high socks, while white socks only made up a small portion of the group.

The folds in the white fabric around An Hechun's waist and abdomen deepened and deepened with her movements. She quickly approached and whispered:

Do you still have that badge with you?

As expected, nothing good came of it.

"what."

Miyamine Nozomi appeared reluctant to discuss this matter.

An Hechun clasped her hands together, affectedly raised them to the side of her face, and said in a high-pitched voice:

"You've taken such a huge advantage of me, shouldn't you pay some price?"

"......"

An Hechun suddenly leaned closer to him, the back of her hand resting on his soft jawline, and whispered:

"Actually, I didn't know that Hina was suddenly so cold to me, and she wouldn't listen to me. Maybe this thing can help me have a lot of time to ask her questions."

A captivating fragrance wafted from her body, and Gong Lingwang couldn't help but take a deep breath:

"What's wrong with her now?"

"Sigh, I don't know, but in her eyes I seem to be an unforgivable sinner. Honestly, she won't listen to any explanations."

"But this thing..."

Gong Lingwang was in a dilemma, after all, this thing could cause serious trouble if not used properly.

Are you worried?

An Hechun clasped his hands behind his back, staring directly at him as he spoke.

“I understand, but what if I swear I won’t do anything bad? Of course, there’s no rush for you to give it to me right away. Tonight, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow are all fine.”

"Senior Anhe, this is really hard to borrow..."

"Well......"

An Hechun stood with her feet turned inward, deliberately putting on a sad expression, and said in a slightly tearful voice, "..."

"Now I've not only lost my first time as a girl, but I've also lost my friends' trust. And now I've been rejected by a handsome junior. I'm so miserable."

The muscles on Miyamine Nozomi's face twitched:

"Senior, your performance looked really bad."

“Junior Gongling, you don’t understand. A young girl’s performance is meant to appear deliberate.”

An Hechun raised her hands to her lips, making a heart shape, and said...

"That's how you become extremely cute and get a lot of convenience. I've benefited a lot from it."

"But the effect is visibly terrible."

"Your standards are too high," An Hechun said with a slumped shoulder and a helpless sigh. "Fine, I'll figure it out myself."

Gong Lingwang asked:

"You really won't lie to me? I'm not saying this on purpose, but a girl has already broken my heart before."

“I wouldn’t lie!” An Hechun’s brows furrowed into a deep frown. “That thing is enough for me for a day!”

Gong Lingwang pondered for a while. There was actually no problem lending it out. Even if an accident happened, he had tools to make the people involved lose their memories.

"Okay, but you have to promise to return it to me."

An Hechun revealed a resolute expression, pointed at Gong Lingwang, and said:

"I swear on the honor of Anhe family, I will definitely repay you."

Looking at the spiral pattern on her fingertips, Gong Lingwang felt, for some reason, that something was amiss.

81. What's hidden? Show it to us (6K)

The practice room for the flute and piccolo sections.

"The second half of the glissando here could be a bit faster, and it feels a bit shaky. Could you please make a change?"

Erika Toda nodded. She had been sitting in the chair for too long, and her buttocks were a little numb. A thin layer of sweat had formed at the junction of her buttocks and legs.

She shifted slightly, and the subtle, almost imperceptible stickiness between her skin and the chair surface became particularly noticeable.

Miyamine Nozomi's coaching ability exceeded Toda Erika's expectations. If we disregard his age and status, he could probably serve as the coaching advisor for the Haruki Brass Band.

"Uh......"

Erika Toda raised her flute, hesitated for a moment, and then looked at Hitomi Shiraishi, her face suddenly stiffening.

"How's Shiraishi's flute playing going?"

She was as exquisite and lovely as ever, but she always spoke very little.

Miyamine looked at Erika Toda's slightly stiff face and said:

"Shiraishi will play the third flute, and Toda-senpai will play the second flute."

"Oh......"

Erika Toda swallowed hard. She wasn't sure if it was because Shiraishi's performance wasn't as good as expected, or if Miyamine Nozomi was deliberately protecting her dignity.

Even knowing these two points, Erika Toda didn't have the courage to ask any further questions, and was even worried that something might happen that would change Nozomi Miyamine's mind.

She didn't want to monopolize any position; she just didn't want the opportunity to slip away. Even if things changed midway, she wouldn't complain. That's all.

"Toda-senpai?"

Miyamine Nozomi softened her tone.

"You don't need to think too much about it. I didn't have any selfish motives in this matter. Everything you have is what you deserve."

"I...I wasn't thinking anything."

Erika Toda blushed, tilted her head shyly, and looked quite cute as she smoothed her hair.

Hitomi Shiraishi remained obediently seated on the steel tube chair, watching the two of them.

“Then let’s continue practicing,” Miyamune said.

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The daily practice of playing the wind instrument is quite tedious and not as elegant and interesting as others might imagine.

It requires countless repetitions over several hours, gradually improving the quality, and overcoming the parts that were previously imperfect through repeated practice.

If you practice for too long, you may even experience finger cramps or dullness.

This is similar to staring at a single character and finding its structure to be strange.

"How about we call it a day...?"

The honey color began to fade on the girl's bare calves, and everything in the practice room turned into ambiguous dark patches.

It was already past six o'clock in the afternoon.

Gong Lingwang looked at the two of them. The girl's forehead was covered with bangs damp with sweat, and her slender shoulders heaved with her breath.

Although the flute is not heavy, holding it up for a long time is quite a test for your arms.

“Okay.” Gong Lingwang nodded.

The disbandment date was originally supposed to be determined by the section leaders, but Erika Toda had unknowingly handed over this power to Nozomi Miyamine.

He humbly accepted the criticism.

But strangely enough, he had heard that teenage girls were like sponges that were soaked in water, and that water could be squeezed out.

I've also heard that it's an extremely dry sea surface that can absorb a lot of water.

Of course, this water represents knowledge and has no other meaning.

But after nearly two hours of practice, with only twenty-four measures on each page of sheet music, we've already practiced it more than ten times.

Based on this number, muscle memory should have formed by now, but Erika Toda always gets stuck in fast legato, and problems still occur even after being pointed out.

"Toda-senpai still needs to practice more."

While feeling gratified to have so many talented people around her, Miyamine Nozomi also realized that not everyone has that talent.

If you can't be a natural talent when it comes to playing wind instruments, you can only be a master of playing them, which applies to most fields.

"I'll go home and keep training, but I'm very hungry now."

Erika Toda sighed deeply. The chair surface was damp and hot, and it felt stuffy against her skin. Her tailbone was being pushed against her so hard that it hurt, and her lower back muscles were twitching slightly in mid-air.

She could feel that the flesh and blood of her buttocks had fermented into a lump of wet dough that had lost its elasticity.

"I go first."

Erika Toda greeted them, tidied up her flute, put it in its case, and walked away.

Outside, there stood a girl with short, wavy hair, and a figure similar to hers.

Miyamune glanced at it and saw it was Fukui-senpai playing the bass horn in the bass section.

It's not that he's lecherous; it's that he has such a good memory that he remembers the names and characteristics of everyone in the department perfectly.

"Did you practice too late today?"

"There's nothing we can do about it."

"You flute players are still practicing."

"There's nothing we can do about it."

"They were so serious that I felt embarrassed to go in and talk."

"There's nothing we can do about it."

Erika Toda was too tired to say anything else.

Watching the two of them leave, Gong Lingwang stood up and looked at Bai Shitong. After so much practice, her stock price hadn't increased at all.

Is it because there aren't enough rewards for those who strive for improvement?

"Going home?" Miyamine asked.

Shiraishi Hitomi blinked, stretched out her hands, and said:

"I can't get up after sitting for so long."