I play wind instruments in Kansai.

In her eyes, Gong Lingwang was a very well-behaved junior with a good personality.

“You’re the section leader, haven’t you noticed anything strange between those two? I’ve noticed it all.”

No, that's impossible.

Akamatsu Chiyo didn't refute, but pondered for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Okay, then maybe I'm just too weird."

"Hehehe..."

Erika Toda was at a loss for words when her senior was too blunt.

However, it should be fine.

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Gong Lingwang walked out of the first music classroom, preparing to pack his things and go home immediately.

In the corridor, you could see many members who had been selected for the A-level program chatting and laughing, their faces filled with an indescribable sense of superiority.

There are indeed people who are used to belittling others to elevate themselves and to show their superiority.

"Gongling, Gongling, Gongling!"

A calm shout came from behind, but Gong Lingwang didn't turn around; her voice gradually became anxious.

Turning around, I realized it was Hayami Tenma.

"Supervisor Hayami".

"Where are you going?" she asked as she stepped forward.

"go home."

"Going home now?"

"Didn't Daidouji-senpai say it was okay?"

"Hmm, that's possible."

Faced with Miyamine Nozomi's earnest gaze, Hayami Tenma's gaze suddenly wandered, then his lips curved into an arc.

"Did you promise me something and then not do it?"

"matter?"

Gong Lingwang hesitated for a moment before remembering that he had promised to return her pantyhose.

"Sorry, I forgot to bring it when I went out."

Tch, stop pretending.

Hayami Tenma couldn't help but mentally criticize him, yet felt a little pleased, but still maintained a serious expression and said:

"What? You forgot to bring it? You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

"That's outrageous! How could you slander me like that out of thin air?"

Gongling Wang frowned in dissatisfaction and said...

"Why don't you come home with me now and get it? It'll be more comfortable to ride home in a car. I'm out of money, and I can't even get a drink of water."

The mains electricity is fine for now; he bought an 8,000 yen monthly pass, which should last a few more days.

Hayami Tenma crossed his arms, relaxed his body, and stared straight at him.

And you're still pretending to be innocent here!

"You don't have any money on you?"

"Yes, I don't have a single penny left."

"......"

Hayami Tenma Sei looked speechless, his lips pursed downwards.

This guy, could he be doing this on purpose...?

When I arrived at his house, I found that no one was home...

Then this little rascal suddenly slammed the door shut behind him...

Thinking of this, Hayami Tenma couldn't help but swallow, and his hands gradually felt warm involuntarily.

She stammered:

"If you don't want to give it, just say so. I won't blame you. Why lie to me?"

"What? I never intended to keep it, and you still have one that hasn't been washed yet, it's filthy."

Gongling Wang waved his hand dejectedly and said,

"Forget it, Director Hayami, this is a classic example of the Dunning-Kruger effect. I can't talk to you about this."

Hayami Tenma Sei was furious after hearing what he said.

Although she didn't understand what the Dunning-Kruger effect was, she knew it was definitely not a good thing.

"Sure, I'll drive you home."

As Hayami Tenma Sei laughed, the muscles in his face twitched.

She wanted to see how long this wicked little rascal could keep up his act.

95. Hayami, the supervisor, has evolved (6K).

The air was filled with the smell of rust and grass wafting from the bicycle parking area.

Miyamine loosened the collar of his uniform again, revealing a narrow strip of white shirt at the back of the collar, and his gaze occasionally swept to the other side of the street.

A short while later, a dark blue car that looked a bit old drove up and slowly stopped next to Gong Lingwang.

Hayami Tenma rolled down his car window and, whether intentionally or not, stared at him expressionlessly:

"boarding."

Gong Lingwang reached out and pulled on the car door. The handle clicked, but the door didn't budge.

He said helplessly:

"Get in the car, get in the car, but you better unlock the door for me."

"Oh, oh, oh! Sorry, sorry!"

Hayami Tenma was stunned for a moment, his feigned calm mask cracked, and he quickly lowered his head, frantically groping the inside of the car door.

The sound of the latch popping open was crisp and rapid.

Gong Lingwang opened the car door, bent down and sat inside. The car was filled with the same fragrance as last time, as well as the familiar traffic safety charm.

He fastened his seatbelt and glanced at Hayami Tenma. Her ears were slightly red, and her slender white fingers were fidgeting awkwardly on the gear shift lever.

"Supervisor Hayami, you should still remember where I live, right?"

“Of course.” Hayami Tenma nodded.

She released the brakes, and the car lurched forward slightly.

Hayami Tenmasei drives with a very natural posture, his hands gripping the steering wheel, his back straight, and his expression tense.

When she was actually heading towards the Gongling family's home, she realized that it seemed like she was heading into an abyss.

The vehicle sped along the Wakayamabashi Main Line, while the Kishigawa Line's municipal power lines flashed past Miyamine no Okabe's eyes on the left.

"Supervisor Hayami drives very steadily." Miyamine Nozomi felt that the car was a bit quiet; she hadn't even played any songs.

Hayami Tenma Sei frowned and said:

"I'm driving, not racing, and I'm not chasing speed. Safety comes first."

"really."

Gong Lingwang glanced at the rearview mirror and saw a black van stuck behind him because this was a two-way one-way street.

If you can't honk the horn, just put up with it.

Fortunately, the road was not long, and soon we turned right onto the main road with four lanes in both directions.

When the vehicle arrived at the traffic light, Suzumi Tenmasei did not shift gears but instead stepped on the brakes and waited.

"Cough cough."

She didn't say anything, but picked up the bottled water from the central armrest and took a sip.

Miyamine Nozomi, resting her chin on her hand and looking out the window, said:

"Supervisor Hayami has made great progress. Next time, we can take it a step further and try conducting the score."

The view of Wakayama City from the window is much more beautiful than the passersby.

Hayami Tenma was silent for a few seconds, then his voice suddenly softened, a hint of tenderness escaping his throat:

"Thank you for teaching me."

"You're welcome. Supervisor Hayami is talented and willing to learn. I guess most people would have given up by now." Miyamune praised him generously.

Hayami Tenma's eyes darted quickly to him, his fingers lightly rubbing against the steering wheel:

"When shall we continue?"

"It depends on your time," Gong Lingwang said dismissively.

"Tonight? Or tomorrow?"

"No, I don't have time."

He refused quite frankly, which made Hayami Tenma Sei feel somewhat uncomfortable. He frowned and asked:

"What could a student like you possibly have to do?"

"Well, I see you're quite free as a supervisor, yet you still managed to drive me home."

"..."

Hayami Tenma's eye twitched violently, but he was also rendered speechless for a while by his words.

“Gong Ling, I’m correcting my students. As long as there are results, it’s not idleness; it’s doing something important.”

"Then you'll probably never be able to correct me in your entire life."

"Tch." She curled her lip.

Gongling Wang stared incredulously at her somewhat disgusted profile and said:

"Wow, you, a supervisor, are saying 'tch' to me?"

"what."

"What are you doing? You're not acting like a supervisor."

"You don't act like a student in front of me either."

For some reason, Hayami Tenma suddenly felt like laughing out loud while arguing with him.

Miyamine Nozomi pursed his lips; he also had no idea what was going on between him and Hayami Tenma Sei.

He could sense that something was amiss, but he believed it was still under control.

He previously believed that he could take advantage of any opportunity, but it was best not to act rashly if the advantage was too great.

"Daidouji-senpai hasn't said anything about you lately, has she?"

"No, she can't possibly belittle me when I'm this good."

There was a hint of pride in Hayami Tenma's tone; her talent for learning was the source of her confidence as she entered society.

"Amazing, amazing!"

The green light came on, the car started moving, and Hayami Tenma Hoshi's mood lightened. He said softly:

Are your family members home?

Gong Lingwang glanced at her and said:

"I don't know. My mom should be here. What's wrong?"