I play wind instruments in Kansai.

But there's no use saying more now; we need to carefully review where the problems went wrong.

Gong Lingwang frowned, finally realizing something.

That means he wasn't wrong.

The mistake was that the "Shiraishi Hitomi" stock had a bad mindset, and was easily swayed by a few words from the investor.

Yes, that must be it. He is still the same genius when it comes to stock trading.

Honestly, he needs to be more serious and ambitious!

According to the "punishment" given by the system, he now owes Shiraishi Hitomi 100 points and has developed four "negative traits".

Two 30-point amounts, leaving 40 points unused, and agreeing to the other party's condition once for 5 points, which means that you need to unconditionally agree to Shiraishi Hitomi's eight requests.

It seems... there won't be many?

So far, Miyamine Nozomi's mindset is actually not bad; she's not so desperate as to immediately run to the fifth floor and jump off.

This world is still a beautiful place.

He walked into Zhimu College, where the plastic track was steaming with the morning heat.

On the playground, several girls from the track and field team were stretching their legs at the bend of the track. The edges of their shorts dug into the soft flesh of their thighs, leaving two shallow red marks.

Some thighs were dazzlingly white, while others were a deep tan, with the skin on the surface taut.

When I lifted my leg, there was a small patch of darkened sweat stain on the inside of my shorts.

The wind blew the sycamore leaves along the track, and Gong Lingwang stood still, the sun mercilessly baking his head.

In the past, he would have felt his heart race at these details, as if something within him was swelling and searching for an outlet.

But now, it's eerily quiet there.

Moreover, Gong Lingwang only glanced at it, his gaze like water flowing over pebbles, leaving nothing behind.

and many more......

Gong Lingwang raised his hands to cover his head, suddenly realizing something big.

That means he can no longer feel lust for any girl, which means that a certain part of his body will be permanently deactivated before the punishment ends.

This is undoubtedly a huge punishment for a teenage boy; in other words, Miyamune Nozomi is now practically impotent.

He is like someone standing on the shore watching the sea; no matter how white or rapid the waves rushing towards him, they cannot wet his shoes.

The campus is filled with young, vibrant, and exposed skin, but Gong Lingwang walks through it as if he were walking through an art gallery.

Upon arriving at the shoe cabinet, Gong Lingwang changed into indoor shoes with a heavy heart.

"Gongling".

A familiar voice reached his ears, and he looked up to see a pair of legs.

Black stockings hugged the shapely curves of her calves, with a hint of flesh showing through at her ankles, and the mid-thighs were stretched smooth and almost reflective by the stockings.

“Daidouji-senpai.” Miyamine Nozomi smiled.

A very faint scent of her body lingered in the air.

Daidoji Seiko asked calmly:

"Did I read the file I sent you yesterday?"

"I've seen it, and I have no objection."

"What do you think when Junior Liu sees this?"

Her sudden question made Miyamine Nozomi realize that Daidouji-senpai was also worried that Yanagi Yuuto's mentality might be affected by this.

"No, I haven't told her yet."

"is it?"

Daidouji Seiko raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly surprised, but said nothing and turned to leave.

Gong Lingwang watched her retreating figure with a calm expression, but his heart was in turmoil.

Do not!

He even lost interest in Daidouji-senpai!

In the past, when he faced her, he would inevitably feel a spark of passion, but now he was as calm as still water.

In Gongling Wang's eyes, Daidouji Seiko was now just an ordinary skin and bones, with nothing about him that could provoke him.

"How could this be...? No, it's actually quite normal, it's really quite ordinary..."

In just a few minutes, Miyamune Nozomi completely accepted the ideological transformation the system had given him.

As I climbed the stairs, there weren't many people in the school building because it was the weekend.

As Miyamine Nozomi passed by the office, she saw Hayami Tenma Sei sitting alone in a chair, writing something in front of a book.

She wore a pencil skirt, new black stockings, black stilettos, and a white shirt that covered her breasts, with the buttons neatly fastened.

However, these attacks have zero offensive power against Miyamine Nozomi.

"Supervisor Hayami, aren't you going to the brass band?"

Because she was the only one there, Gong Lingwang dared to raise her voice.

Hayami Tenma looked up, his heart pounding involuntarily, and said:

"I'll be there in a bit."

"Oh."

Seeing that Miyamine was about to leave, Hayami Tenma Sei quickly straightened his back, twirling a red pen in his hand, and said somewhat hesitantly:

"Uh, Gong, Gongling?"

"Well?"

"that......"

Hayami Tenma spent the entire night in bed thinking about it, but something still felt off. However, directly asking Miyamine Nozomi to return it seemed unreasonable, like being petty.

"How about you use it once and then give it back to me? What if someone finds out...?"

Miyamine blinked. Hayami Tenma was indeed very timid, and indecisive in this regard.

But he's different!

“You don’t need to use it once. I’ll bring it over tomorrow and return it to you,” Gong Lingwang said.

As long as you don't have those messy thoughts in your mind, making any decision becomes extremely smooth and without any resistance!

"Uh......"

Hayami Tenma stopped spinning his red pen. Seeing how quickly he agreed, she felt a tightness in her chest, her cheeks flushed, and she said...

"Actually, I'm not in a hurry. You can use it once and then return it to me..."

"No need, no need, it's nothing special, it's just fabric, nothing useful," Miyamune Nozomi said in a flat tone.

Hearing this, Hayami Tenma opened his mouth, but suddenly felt a little annoyed, and frowned, saying:

"Yesterday you said it was snagged and asked me to get a new one, and now you're saying it's useless. Are you kidding me?"

Gongling Wang tilted his head innocently and said, puzzled:

"I don't want to use it, but you can't force me to, can you?"

"Uh......"

He really hit the nail on the head. It seems that Hayami Tenma Sei wants Miyamine Nozomi to use it, and then returns it to her, so that she won't seem petty.

"Then what do you mean by asking me for this!" Hayami Tenma Sei scolded, his face flushed.

"Didn't you give it to me yourself?"

"Yes, that's right... but the second one is what you wanted, isn't it!"

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. I'll give it back to you."

"???"

He acted as if he didn't care at all, which made Hayami Tenma realize that he was being manipulated by him.

In the end, it turns out that the only person who was nervous about this was herself.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now." Gong Lingwang waved his hand and left the office.

Hayami Tenma stomped his foot in his stiletto heels, a nameless rage churning within him.

This guy is really going too far!

Hayami Tenma looked down at her legs encased in pantyhose, reached out and pinched her thigh. It was a shame she had worn a new pair today.

As a result, Gong Lingwang didn't even glance at him, and was unwilling to come forward.

Could it be that he... really listened to what she once said?

Logically speaking, this should be something that makes her very happy.

After all, Hayami Tenma Sei had once warned Miyamine Nozomi that he needed to focus all his attention on his studies and stop looking at other trivial things.

But now that Miyamine Nozomi seems to have actually done it, Hayami Tenma Sei's mood is not as good as he imagined.

Why did this happen...?

Hayami Tenma gently bit her lower lip, feeling the smooth texture of her skin beneath the pantyhose through her fingertips.

Is it because I've lost my charm?

◇

Miyamune Nozomi, after passing through the elevated corridor, had his priority to find Shiraishi Hitomi and observe the current situation.

"Hey, junior Gong Ling."

Chiyo Akamatsu stood alone in front of the stairwell window, where people often looked down at women; her black short stockings were definitely a rare sight in the club.

Her legs under her skirt were noticeably wider than Willow Wood Lamp's, but judging from the trembling of her thighs, Akamatsu-senpai's body was mostly made up of fat.

"Senior Akamatsu, what are you doing here? Isn't Senior Nakashiko with you?"

In the past, the two of them would definitely be together; there was no doubt about it.

"She went to the trombone section to talk to the members about something," Chiyo Akamatsu suddenly said with a smile and waved to him.

Gong Lingwang understood and stepped forward.

"Look."

Chiyo Akamatsu casually draped her elbow over Nozomi Miyamine's shoulder, a knowing smile on her face, and said...

Is it pretty?

Following her gaze, there was a fan-shaped baseball field, almost entirely filled with boys.

"Is there someone that Akamatsu-senpai likes?" Miyamine asked.

"Tsk, I say, that female manager! Why is she so dull-witted today!" Chiyo Akamatsu said with a sigh.

Gongling Wang cast his gaze again, and saw a girl wearing white shorts and a baseball cap sitting under the sunshade, but because of the distance, the details were not clear.

"and then?"

"What, and then? She's amazing!"

Chiyo Akamatsu said with a grin,

"I got her private account, where she posts some awesome pictures. I'll give you her contact information."

She had a look on her face that said, "I've found something good to share with you," but Miyamine Nozomi had absolutely no interest in it.

"No need, I'll go up first."

"Well?"

Chiyo Akamatsu looked at Nozomi Miyamine as she turned and left, tilting her head in confusion.

Miyamine walked straight toward the practice room for the flute and piccolo section. As soon as he entered, he saw Shiraishi Hitomi sitting in a chair.

The morning light cut through the window frame, spreading a golden halo across the wooden floor.