I play wind instruments in Kansai.

“I’m not complaining.” Miyamune Nozomi was not joking at all.

Sumire Amamiya was speechless, her mouth moving meaninglessly like a carp searching for food at a temple fair.

"alright."

"Ok?"

When she saw Gong Lingwang suddenly casting a puzzled look at her, she was also taken aback.

"what."

"No."

Gong Lingwang never expected that she would accept it like this.

"Do I have any other questions?" Sumire Amamiya asked, her eyes shimmering like the surface of a lake.

To his surprise, her devilish nature did not prevail in this regard.

She would take all the teachings to heart and put them into practice, and would ask questions whenever she didn't understand something. She was truly an outstanding student.

Erika Toda, who was sitting to the side, saw everything. She even suspected that Amamiya-senpai had come here specifically to ask Miyamine Nozomi for advice.

Miyamine Nozomi's guidance was mostly based on theory, but it was all correct, and the tone did improve after the corrections were made.

Most importantly, the body will give positive feedback first. If you used to feel sore after blowing for more than ten minutes, you will feel much more comfortable after the correction.

Amamiya Sumire pursed her lips and glanced at Miyamine Nozomi.

"What?" he asked.

"No, I won't bother you. Otherwise, Toda-senpai will think I'm deliberately coming to waste your time."

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant." Erika Toda quickly waved her hand. "We welcome Sumire to come and play anytime."

Sumire Amamiya smiled charmingly and said:

"Really? That's great! Goodbye, Miyamune-kun."

"Ah."

Miyamine nodded, perhaps feeling guilty towards Daidouji Seiko, which somewhat eased her initial discomfort with this younger sister.

Sumire Amamiya went outside and rinsed the reed of her oboe at the washbasin.

It is undeniable that Miyamine Nozomi is indeed skilled in coaching, a skill that even she, who benefits from it, cannot ridicule.

Below the window, the sound of a piccolo drifted over. Sumire Amamiya didn't bother to see who it was; the piece was "In the Garden," a type of hymn.

The hymn is a unique piece of music that focuses on harmonic effects, has a relatively slow tempo, and pays more attention to the connection between musical phrases and notes.

The midday sun was high in the sky. The soccer team had acquired the right to use the playground today, and there were two groups of people, one white and one purple.

It was very hot, and there were hardly any spectators; they were probably all watching from inside the school buildings.

Sumire Amamiya withdrew her gaze and went to the washbasin.

"Amamiya-kun."

Looking in the direction the sound came from, you could see Kirishima Ruka, holding a horn in her hand, about to bend down and turn on the tap.

"It's so hot."

Amamiya Sumire stepped forward and stood beside her, her fair hand turning on the faucet.

In an instant, slightly cool water gushed out.

“It’s Otaka High outside.” Kirishima Ruka seemed to have noticed her gaze earlier and explained, “I’m here to play a friendly match today.”

Sumire Amamiya used a reed cleaner to hold the reed in place, then placed it directly under the tap to wash it:

"Well, I really didn't expect such a strong school to come to Zhimu to play football."

Kirishima Ruka smiled gently and said:

"I've heard that Zhimu is a bit stronger in football."

"They won the championship?"

"No, but I heard their motto is 'Win the Kansai Championship.'"

"What the hell? Isn't this just as absurd as the national team saying they want to win the World Cup?"

Sumire Amamiya chuckled softly.

"More than that, I'm more concerned about how Kirishima-san and Yanagi-san are doing lately."

Kirishima Ruka looked surprised as her bright, piercing gaze fell upon her.

"Hmm? Why are you suddenly bringing this up?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to ask if you two are getting along well." Sumire Amamiya turned off the faucet, leaving some dark water stains on her skirt.

Kirishima Ruka gently clenched her fist, and it was unclear whether the liquid that appeared was sweat or water droplets that had not yet completely evaporated.

"It's alright, it's just that we haven't been together lately."

"She also seems very busy, and she has a very good relationship with Gong Ling. The two of them seem to be quite popular."

"Yes, Gongling and Liu Mu are indeed both very outstanding."

"But if that's the case, they won't stay by your side, let alone choose you."

"..."

Kirishima Ruka's eyes, hidden beneath long eyelashes, gleamed with an obsidian-like luster.

Sumire Amamiya brushed a stray strand of black hair behind her ear and said calmly:

"Although everyone in the club says that the outcome will be determined by strength, in reality everyone has already formed all sorts of small cliques. Even if Kirishima-kun boasts better than Yanagi-kun, it doesn't necessarily mean that some people will choose you."

"No, everyone will choose the one they think is best."

Kirishima Ruka could feel her cheeks burning. To hide her embarrassment, she smiled and tried to brush it off.

When I came to my senses, my palms were warm, and there wasn't a trace of water left.

Since joining the brass band, she could clearly feel that her connection with them was becoming less and less.

Not only Miyamine Nozomi, but even Kotomi, the two rarely talk anymore.

"However, I will always stand by Kirishima-kun's side."

As she spoke, Sumire Amamiya seemed to want to lean close to Ruka Kirishima, moving closer to her.

The sudden reduction in distance caused Kirishima Ruka's delicate body to tremble, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly.

Suddenly, Sumire Amamiya reached out and grabbed the hem of Ruka Kirishima's skirt, staring intently at her, tilting her head as she said:

"Is it... not possible?"

She looked incredibly cute; in those light brown eyes, there was nothing but innocence.

"Hmm...but...I don't really have any objections..."

Kirishima Ruka wasn't very good at dealing with this kind of girl, feeling it was too much of a step forward, but refusing her wouldn't be a good idea, leaving her in a dilemma.

Sumire Amamiya smiled gently, her thin lips blossoming into a captivating smile:

"I'm absolutely fair, Kirishima-kun."

Kirishima Ruka's breathing quickened unconsciously. In this small world, she could feel Amamiya Sumire's ambiguous feelings were too strong.

"Speaking of which, Kirishima-san, do you think Daidouji-senpai or Yanagi-san is more outstanding?"

"Of course it's Daidouji-senpai, but the specifics depend on the club president's choice."

Sumire Amamiya's smile immediately lost its warmth at her overly formal words:

"Let me put it another way. Kirishima-kun, who else besides you would prefer to be the top-ranked player on the alternate account?"

Kirishima Ruka took a deep breath; Amamiya Sumire's sharp words were probing her thoughts.

From a personal perspective, she naturally hoped it would be a willow wood lantern, a sentiment mixed with regret and pity, and perhaps also with a touch of friendship.

I like them both very much, and I can't tell which one is better.

"Tch~~~"

Sumire Amamiya let out a long, uninteresting sound, pouting like a spoiled child, her expression full of childish capriciousness.

"Willow is pampered by Miyamune, and Shiraishi has been hanging around Miyamune lately. Even though Kirishima is better at praising than Willow, everyone will probably choose Willow this time because of Miyamune."

Kirishima Ruka said almost instinctively:

"No, the minister will not allow that to happen."

"Why? You and Minister Tanihana are very close?" Sumire Amamiya asked, tilting her head as if she knew nothing about it.

Her words jolted Kirishima Ruka, a feeling she couldn't quite describe welling up inside her.

To dispel her unease, she let out a long breath:

"I'm leaving now."

"......oh."

Sumire Amamiya blinked, her bangs neatly styled above her eyes, making her look even more innocent.

"Eh--!"

Hearing a sudden noise, Sumire Amamiya looked toward one side of the corridor.

Her long, slender legs stomped across the floor, making a loud thud. Her skirt was pulled up above her knees, revealing her fair and plump thighs.

Even through her uniform, her full figure was evident. But as my gaze moved away from her breasts from her top, I realized that the person in the picture was Chiyo Akamatsu.

"Akamatsu-senpai." Amamiya Sumire bowed slightly in a polite manner.

"You're so cute! Where's Shinobu?" Chiyo Akamatsu walked up with a smile.

"She's still in the classroom. I play the oboe, haven't you forgotten?"

As soon as Sumire Amamiya finished speaking, Chiyo Akamatsu leaned closer, her flowing hair releasing a sweet, delicate fragrance.

"Senior, aren't we standing a little too close?"

"What's the big deal? We're both girls anyway, it's nothing."

Chiyo Akamatsu grinned and sniffed her neck.

"You don't seem to have the same scent as the Holy Son?"

Sumire Amamiya broke out in goosebumps, instinctively leaning to the side, forcing a bitter smile as she said:

"...Isn't this normal?"

"Really? I thought you guys took showers together every night." Chiyo Akamatsu's words didn't sound like she was joking at all.

"I don't have a fetish for showering with other people."

Sumire Amamiya's speech suddenly quickened.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now. Goodbye, senior."

"Yes, thank you for your hard work."

Sumire Amamiya bowed and walked quickly down the corridor. Her slender figure, disappearing from sight, seemed as if it could be broken with the slightest effort.

"Who is that person?" Zhongshigu Rizhao asked from behind; the two were truly inseparable.

"Just a little brat."

Chiyo Akamatsu waved her hand dismissively and said...

"I really don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that the Holy Son brought her in."

"Isn't that child quite adorable?"

A kind expression appeared on the face of the medieval ancient sage.

"She was very polite when speaking to her seniors, had a refined appearance, and was also very skilled at playing the oboe."

"I don't deny that."

Chiyo Akamatsu smiled as she turned on the tap; the flowing cold water lifted her spirits.

"Wow! Super cool water!"