I play wind instruments in Kansai.

Especially since shoes were not allowed in the first music classroom, her feet, encased in black stockings, presented a captivating depth.

"What are you looking at?"

Daidoji Seiko was extremely wary of being seen by the opposite sex, and immediately noticed Miyamine Nozomi's gaze, glaring at him with great displeasure.

"Daidouji-senpai, I've made up my mind." Miyamine Nozomi quickly tightened her face.

"what?"

"I'm going to fight for an air conditioner for Daidouji-senpai!"

Seeing his righteous and indignant demeanor, Daidouji Seiko not only did not feel happy, but at that moment she also found him ridiculous.

"Get out if you have nothing else to say."

"Yes!"

87. Is it all Gong Ling's fault that things turned out this way?

Leaving the first music classroom, Gong Lingwang passed by the flute and piccolo practice room.

Erika Toda sat alone inside, practicing her sheet music. She would always stop after practicing for a short while, simply and repeatedly.

There are still some less-than-ideal aspects.

However, instead of going in to provide guidance, Miyamine Nozomi went through the elevated corridor to the supervisor's office in the school building.

Wearing a bodycon skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and a white shirt, Hayami Tenma Sei sat in a chair, gazing thoughtfully at the Chinese classics exam papers spread out on the table, with several neatly stacked piles next to her.

She was very efficient; she only glanced at it briefly before giving it a score.

The air vents of the standing air conditioner emitted invisible cold air, mixed with the smell of old paper and printer toner.

"Gongling".

Just then, the stern-faced headmaster was about to leave when he met Gong Lingwang's gaze.

"Hello, Director."

"You did well on the midterm exam. Keep up the good work!"

"Thank you, Director. It's all thanks to Supervisor Hayami's excellent teaching."

"Oh, that's good." The head of the teaching department just smiled.

Inside the school, the subtle conversation between two men who were of particular interest to her at the entrance caught the attention of Tenma Hayami.

Gong Lingwang stepped forward. She usually wore low heels, but now she was wearing black high heels, which made her legs look even longer and straighter.

"Supervisor Hayami".

"You did well on this exam. Even Liu Mu didn't get a higher total score than you."

Hayami Tenma turned to the side with her legs together, the fabric of her bodycon skirt stretching into fine wrinkles at her thighs due to her sitting posture.

She reached out and picked up the mug next to her; she didn't know what was inside.

"How's it going with what we talked about last time?" Gong Lingwang asked.

"Well?"

Hayami Tenma took a sip of rose tea, her cherry-colored lips appearing exceptionally glossy from the moisture.

"Which one?"

Gong Lingwang glanced at the air conditioner placed in the corner and said:

"You're having so much fun all by yourself, have you ever thought about how the girls in the brass band feel?"

Hayami Tenma Sei paused for a moment, but then quickly said:

"How could that be? I've already told the leaders about this."

Gong Lingwang asked:

"The results of it?"

"The result is that they found out." She looked serious.

"......"

Miyamune pursed his lips, realizing he shouldn't place his hopes on Hayami Tenma, after all, she was just a newly hired supervisor.

"Why do you look so disappointed? I did my best to do it." Hayami Tenma frowned.

Gongling Wang shook his head and said:

"No, I don't look down on Supervisor Hayami. I just feel that our strength is too insignificant."

"Saying something insignificant..."

Hayami Tenma picked up the red pen in his hand, pointed at Miyamine Nozomi, and said...

"Besides, young people should be more hardworking. The more hardships you endure now, the more you'll understand when you enter society—"

"You'll understand then how comfortable it is to have air conditioning when it's hot!" Ayaka Osaka said with a smile.

Unlike Hayami Tenma, who is used to wearing office lady stockings and uniforms, Osaka Ayaka is dressed casually in a short-sleeved shirt and trousers.

"Why are you saying that!" Hayami Tenma Sei glanced at her with obvious displeasure.

Aisaka Ayaka said with a smile:

"If someone uses the tone of an elder to teach a younger generation to suffer more hardships, that elder is definitely still a child at heart."

"That's a really harsh statement!"

Hayami Tenma nudged her with his elbow.

"Can't you just teach your students properly?"

"What's with the pretense of being a great professor?" Ayaka Osaka pouted.

Miyamune Nozomi realized that not only would he not be able to get the air conditioning for a while, but he also couldn't get his hands on the flesh-colored pantyhose that Hayami Tenma Sei had worn before.

Is there anything more tragic in the world?

Hayami Tenma Sei's gaze shifted, and he happened to catch a glimpse of the disappointed expression on Miyamine Nozomi's face.

Why is he making that face? Is it just because he can't use the air conditioning, or... is there another reason?

"Gong Ling, thank you for your exceptional performance in this exam. Although the class average is still not high, at least the top score in Chinese is still in our class."

Hayami Tenma's smile radiated from his eyes, carrying a natural warmth.

"Thank you so much. Otherwise, I would feel like I have no sense of accomplishment and feel embarrassed that I am just taking taxpayers' money and not doing anything."

"It's alright, I'll be going now," said Gongling Wang.

"oh......."

Watching his retreating figure, Hayami Tenma blinked, tilting his head in confusion.

He came over just to ask about the air conditioner?

Or was he thinking that he hadn't actually asked the manager about the air conditioner, and had only come over specifically to remind her to bring her pantyhose?

Thinking of this, Hayami Tenma's fingers rested on his thigh, his fingertips unconsciously caressing the stockings, feeling their smooth texture.

His expression became somewhat complicated and unclear.

Does he really want it that much?

Hayami Tenma's breathing suddenly quickened. Could it be that he actually found himself so attractive?

"Pegasus?" Ayaka Osaka suddenly patted her on the shoulder.

"what?"

Hayami Tenma Sei's delicate body trembled, and she quickly straightened her back.

"What's wrong? What are you staring at? You're getting angry just because I said a few words?"

"How could that be?" Hayami Tenma Sei shook his head and said, "I just feel... Miyamine-kun seems to be in a bad mood, can you tell?"

Ayaka Osaka, however, hummed softly and waved her hand dismissively, saying:

"Why do you care about him? He's just a student, a tool we use to make money. Don't take it to heart."

That's outrageous!

Hayami Tenma was terrified and immediately raised his hands and waved them in front of his chest:

"Don't tell anyone that! If we get reported, we're finished in no time!"

"Don't worry, I only vent to you."

Ayaka Osaka said, with her legs crossed,

"Besides, who knows what bad things students this age are thinking? You should be careful."

"I...Is there anything I should be careful about..." Hayami Tenma Sei blushed.

"Because you're so pretty, Pegasus! You have such a voluptuous figure, big breasts, and long legs—"

Hayami Tenma hurriedly covered her mouth and said:

"This is a school! Shut up!"

"Waaaaah—" Ayaka Osaka was amused by her reaction.

"Stop talking, I need to grade the papers."

Hayami Tenma frowned, let go of his hand, and continued to bury himself in the question.

Could it be that the reason why Gong Lingwang became like this is all her fault?

◇

During lunch break, Miyamine Nozomi arrived at the home economics classroom as agreed.

Willow Knot Lamp sat by the window and took out a light blue bento bag from his bag. The edges of the fabric were worn and faded, indicating that it had been used for a long time.

Beneath the loquat-colored pleated skirt, her soft, healthy thighs were faintly visible, and her exposed calves were also very firm.

Gong Lingwang sat opposite her. His mother had also made him a bento box, but he kept it hidden in his bag and didn't take it out.

"Ah."

Willowwood Lamp handed over a pair of chopsticks, wrapped in a clean tissue.

"Thank you." Gong Lingwang accepted the gift with both hands and said, "Do your aunt and uncle know that you've been cooking for me?"

"So what if I know, so what if I don't?" Liu Mujie said, feigning indifference. "Just eat what you want, why worry about so much?"

Gongling Wang opened the lunchbox. The rice was sprinkled with black sesame seeds, and next to it were tamagoyaki, cherry tomatoes, a few pieces of fried chicken cutlet, and cold spinach salad.

The soup was a small bowl of corn and pork rib soup, all very common dishes, nothing particularly expensive.

However, the color scheme was very neat, showing that the willow wood lamp had been carefully chosen for the home, which warmed Gong Lingwang's heart.

"What does Daidouji-senpai want with you?" Yanagi Yuto stopped talking about "how the bento tasted" and instead asked about other things.

Gongling Wang didn't say anything, but just ate large mouthfuls of rice and side dishes, saying as he chewed:

"They asked me to give my opinion during the selection process."

Seeing him eating with relish, Liu Mujie let out a satisfied sigh, her legs under her skirt gently slapping back and forth.

"Heh, looks like you're quite fond of me."

"Of course, who else in the department is qualified besides me?"

"Look at you, so capable."

Willow Knot Lamp lowered her head and continued eating, one hand smoothing a strand of hair from the side of her face, the other holding chopsticks as she ate. The light outlined her profile clearly yet softly.

Who do you usually eat with?

“Senior Longye and the others.”

"Hmph, I didn't even see you."

Is he implying that he's secretly hiding away and eating with other girls?

"I usually eat in the clarinet part."