I play wind instruments in Kansai.

What puzzled Miyamine Nozomi was that she, a supervisor who taught classical Chinese studies, was actually the advisor for the brass band.

Isn't this ridiculous? At the very least, they should have graduated with a degree in music, right?

When get out of class ended, Supervisor Hayami called out "Miyarei".

Gong Lingwang got up and followed her, walking towards the staff office one after the other.

"call--"

Upon arriving at the office, Supervisor Hayami let out a relaxed sigh as soon as he sat down, placed the textbook on the desk, and turned to face Miyamune.

As the bodycon skirt tightened around her curves, the shadow suddenly deepened the moment her legs came together, drawing an extremely restrained gaze in the warm-toned, soft lighting of the space.

Gong Lingwang only glanced at it briefly before focusing his gaze on her desk.

Not only are there textbooks on traditional Chinese culture, but there are also textbooks on music. Is the teaching staff in Wakayama City's public schools really that bad?

"How are you feeling here?" Supervisor Hayami smiled gently, his tone still very mild despite his tired appearance.

"good."

"I heard you joined the brass band?"

"Correct."

"That's fine too." Supervisor Hayami laughed.

"What's so good about it?"

"Uh?"

Seemingly not expecting Miyamine Nozomi to inquire about this, Supervisor Hayami visibly surprised, picked up the black pen on the table, turned his face away, and said:

"Because you are a student I'm responsible for, and also in a club I'm in charge of, and a transfer student, that's roughly the idea."

Gongling Wang looked at her music textbook and said:

"The wind instrument section is the biggest pig farm."

"Don't say that." Supervisor Hayami smiled awkwardly. "Speaking of which, I wanted to ask you something."

"what?"

Supervisor Hayami looked around, then pressed his hand on the table and moved forward, bringing the chair he was sitting in closer to Miyamine Nozomi.

"Kirishima-san, is it true or false that she can bewitch people?"

She stared intently at Gong Lingwang, forcing him to look into her eyes as well:

"Supervisor, do you believe in things like magic?"

"Of course not."

Supervisor Hayami straightened his back, looking extremely troubled, and said...

"I just feel, um... there's something about her that..."

“A captivating charm,” said Miyamune Nozomi.

"Yes, that's pretty much it, the kind of charm that makes people want to pay for it," said Supervisor Hayami, stroking his chin.

Out of instinct, Miyamine couldn't help but glance at it, then quickly looked up again:

"I heard that several supervisors who were close to her have all resigned. Is Supervisor Hayami afraid?"

"How could that be? I never believe this rumor."

Supervisor Hayami shook his head, then took a deep breath and said...

“I’ve learned about what happened in her family before. Usually, it involves psychological issues. Gong Ling, you should treat her well in the future.”

"What does this have to do with me?" Gong Lingwang frowned.

"Don't you two have a good relationship?"

Will it be alright?

It was just a relationship where we exchanged uniforms, chatted on campus, and walked home together.

"uh-huh."

Supervisor Hayami pouted and narrowed his eyes slightly, looking like he knew what was going on but wouldn't say it.

"Why is it that Director Hayami, who is not a music educator, can serve as the instructor and consultant for the brass band?" Miyamine asked.

It seemed she had struck a chord with Supervisor Hayami; she raised her hand to her lips, leaned close to Miyamine Nozomi, and whispered:

"You should ask the head of student affairs why he thinks that way, but I consider this to be workplace bullying that all newcomers experience."

"Ah... I see." Miyamine Nozomi took a sip; it smelled wonderful. "But the advisor for the brass band is crucial. Are you sure you're okay with that?"

A dry smile appeared on Hayami's pretty face:

"It should be fine, right? Gu Hua told me that as long as I'm listed as an employee and attend the meetings, it'll be fine. She's really nice."

"But this won't help the club."

The supervisor, Hayami, awkwardly put his hands between his legs and shifted his body back and forth, saying:

"Me...do I need help too?"

Don't you want it?

Although she was a supervisor, she looked too young and inexperienced, so Gong Lingwang didn't want to say anything openly.

The person directly held accountable for poor club performance is usually the club's advisor, unless everyone is just putting on a show.

"But I'm also learning, and I should be able to learn it soon. I'm a top student."

Hayami, the supervisor, who had an inexplicable sense of confidence, said to Miyamine Nozomi.

"Okay, as long as you feel comfortable here, that's fine. If you need any help, feel free to come to me."

"clear."

"Go to class."

Miyamune nodded and left the office, but after only a few steps, she ran into Kato Ai, who was there to hand in her assignment.

Perhaps because she was helping him make money, Gong Lingwang found her particularly pleasing to the eye.

"Good morning, Kato-kun."

"Good morning."

Kato Ai was looking down at her homework when she looked up and realized it was him. She was about to speak when Miyamine Nozomi had already walked away.

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lunch break.

Today is the first club meeting since Miyamine Nozomi joined the brass band.

"This is also the first departmental meeting of the new semester. In the past, it was always the three of them, including the department head, who would hold the meetings."

Mizuno Souji, who was walking with Miyamine Nozomi to the club building, said...

"It's late, but we're finally about to start. Why aren't you saying anything? Don't be nervous, I'm here."

There were many students coming and going on the elevated corridor leading to the student club building.

It wasn't that Miyamune Nozomi was nervous; it was that various interfaces kept popping up in front of him from time to time.

Because only those who play wind instruments will appear on the board, many heroes will appear before Gongling Wangqian.

Strangely, Mizuno Souji, who was standing next to him, did not appear on the board.

The system may not like men.

Upon arriving at the fifth floor of the student club building, the corridor outside was already packed with people, and the door to the first music classroom was still closed.

The ratio of men to women in the wind band is usually one to nine. For the boys, it's like paradise, with the air filled with the fragrance of young girls.

In reality, the girls in the brass band don't pay attention to the increasingly rare boys at all; instead, they focus their attention on the more outstanding girls.

Unless he's very good-looking.

Coincidentally, Gongling Wang is very beautiful, attracting the attention of many girls.

However, it wasn't a girl who went up to greet them first.

"Mizuno-senpai, is this your friend?"

A tall, muscular man walked up, wearing black-rimmed glasses and with the cuffs of his white shirt rolled up to his mid-arms.

"Yes, Miyamune, this is Tatsuno-senpai, he plays the clarinet in the club."

Clarinet? Miyamine Nozomi subconsciously assumed he played the French horn or tuba, given his size.

I never expected him to play the clarinet.

“Ryūno Murasawa,” Senior Ryūno said with a smile.

"Hello, senior." Gongling Wang nodded. "Gongling Wang, flute."

"Don't be so reserved. Finally, a boy has arrived! That brings the total number of boys in the club to seven," Ryūno Murasawa said with his hands on his hips and a smile. "Now we can play cards at night when we go camping!"

Although the brass band has a strong sense of seniority, thanks to the very small number of boys, they usually play together as a group and there is not much of a barrier between them.

"I heard a long time ago that you lived in Hokkaido and adapted to it. I wonder if you can tolerate our brass band of this caliber," said Tatsuno Murasawa with a grin.

“I’m not much better off,” Miyamune said.

Is it a flute?

At this moment, two more boys walked over. They were both very thin, so much so that their uniforms looked loose and couldn't hold up.

“Hasebe-senpai.” Compared to his relaxed demeanor in front of Tatsuno, Mizuno Souji’s expression suddenly became tense.

Hasebe Souta's gaze fell on Miyamine Nozomi, and he raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder, saying:

"I heard from Gu Hua that you need to practice your flute more. I am the leader of the flute and piccolo group. If you have any questions in the future, come to me."

"Thank you, senior."

"However, I would like to say this in good faith: Hokkaido is Hokkaido, and Kansai is Kansai. The two cannot be compared. What I mean is that Hokkaido is not as good as Kansai."

"Yes, senior is right."

"Hmm." Hasebe Souta looked at Miyane Nozomi for a few moments, then nodded with relief and said, "I'll talk to Tanihana about getting you a good flute."

"No, I have it myself."

"It would be better to use a better flute. Don't worry, you won't have to spend any money; the department will cover it."

“I already have a good one,” Miyamine Nozomi said.

"Row."

Sōta Hasebe raised an eyebrow, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at Tatsuno Murasawa, saying...

"Ryūno, you've gotten bigger. I always said you should play the French horn."

Longye didn't reply, he just shrugged.

"No need to move tables and chairs, and no need to bring musical instruments. Just come in. Shoes are already placed at the door; I don't want anyone to wear the wrong shoes!"

A loud voice suddenly came from behind, and the club leader, Nana Shida, tore through the crowd, and the members naturally made way for her.

Beside her were Minister Kanon Tani and Vice Minister Seiko Daidouji.

The only thing that felt out of place was that Kirishima Ruka, who was a year old, was also by their side.

She also saw Gong Lingwang, and smiled at him.

Miyamine Nozomi and the somewhat dazed Mizuno Soji nodded at the same time.

"Let's go in last, it's too crowded," said Tatsuno Murasawa.

Souta Hasebe ignored him and walked straight ahead.

"Gong Ling." Someone patted him on the shoulder. He turned his head and saw An Hechun.

“Senior Anhe.”

An Hechun said with a smile:

"Although I don't know what Hasebe said, people who are nice to you might be doing it because you haven't threatened their interests yet. Anyway, don't be too naive about people, okay?"