I play wind instruments in Kansai.

"Ugh! This is so annoying! Why am I obediently listening to Gong Ling spout this nonsense? I need to practice my euphonium! I need to practice!"

“Hehehe…” Kato Ai gave a dry laugh and said, “Then from now on, I’ll come on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays, and I’ll come on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays?”

Gong Lingwang sighed helplessly and said, "Hey, is my weekend off gone just like that?"

You can't treat him like that.

"Alright then, Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays for me, and Tuesdays and Thursdays for Kohinata," Kato Ai said, looking at Kohinata Hina. "Is that settled?"

"Well--"

Kohinata Hina squinted at Miyamine Nozomi, her gaze seemingly trying to penetrate his skin and strike at his "filthy" soul.

"You can give it a try."

Hearing her say that, Gong Lingwang suddenly realized something again.

Oh, so you're quite arrogant after all.

"Well, it's Monday today, Kato-kun, you stay here, Kohinata-kun, you go," Miyamine Nozomi said.

"Me? Just leave?" Kohinata Hinata said in surprise.

"if not?"

"No, I want to stay here and keep watch."

Seeing her expression that said, "Just in case you do something bad," Miyamine Nozomi simply shrugged and said:

"Whatever you want. Did you bring the reed case?"

"I brought it."

Kato Ai twisted her body, her legs, which were originally together, slightly loosened, and a gap suddenly appeared between them.

A thin shadow crept in along the gentle curve of the inside of her legs, silently creeping in with Gong Lingwang's gaze.

She took the FOX reed case out of the desk drawer and handed it directly to the calm-faced Miyamune Nozomi.

Unlike other instruments, the oboe is an extremely personal instrument, especially the reed.

If stockings are the soul of Director Hayami, then the reed is the soul of the oboe player.

Every player spends a lot of time and effort adapting their reeds to their own; if you rashly use someone else's reeds, it is almost impossible to get a good playing effect.

"You...you've played all these reeds?" Hinata asked hurriedly.

If you've already blown on it, and then Miyamine Nozomi picks it up and blows on it again, wouldn't that be an indirect kiss?

This act of offering herself up is like Kato Ai proactively saying, "Please come and suck the reed I'm holding!" It's so lewd!

"No, I just bought it yesterday," Kato Ai said casually, as she herself didn't care much about such things.

Kohinata Hina breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"That's good."

Gong Lingwang selected medium-hard reeds, golden reeds, with fine and even wood grain, and no black spots were visible on the surface.

As expected of a middle-class lady, she buys only the most expensive reeds.

"Give me the soaking box," said Miyamine Nozomi, pointing to the small transparent box she had placed to the side.

Before playing the reed, it needs to be soaked in clean water for a while to make it completely wet.

"You really can play the oboe?" Hina Kohinata asked with a complicated expression.

She really couldn't believe that someone her age could not only play the flute, piccolo, and piano, but even the oboe.

Moreover, she's good at studying and good-looking. Is it God who sent her to punish her for having such a person by her side?

"Ah."

Miyamine Nozomi did not deny it. She took out the reed, did not put it into the instrument, and directly covered the part above the winding thread with her lips.

Blow air.

A sound like the cawing of a crow came from the small classroom. The sound was focused and powerful, and Kato Ai's breath hitched for a moment.

Actually, Miyamine Nozomi had tried blowing the reed, but the sound it made was like a duck quacking, so she thought she had bought a defective product.

But now it seems that this is not the case.

“Okay, sure.” Miyamine Nozomi held out her hand and said, “Give me the oboe.”

"Oh." Kato Ai had become a ruthless, obedient robot.

Inserting the reed into the oboe, Miyamine Nozomi began to test the instrument.

The first A note in the middle register flowed out of the tube, and the sound was even warmer than Miyamine Nozomi had expected.

The breath travels from the abdomen through the chest, down the throat, and reaches the tip of the reed.

Play a simple scale, starting from low C and going up, with smooth transitions between each note.

I tried another set of fast tonguing, sixteenth notes, each note distinct, each attack crisp and clean, without any extraneous noise or muddiness.

Kohikari Hina stared intently at him, a thoughtful expression on her face.

The melodious and poignant tone spread through the oboe, solidifying at this moment like an extremely fine silver thread passing through the window and precisely falling into everyone's ears.

Like silk stretched taut by the wind, full, rounded, and with just the right luster.

In the first music classroom of the student association building.

"Hmm? Whose oboe is that?" Shida Nana wiped the cabinet with a damp cloth, stood up and looked out the window.

The oboe's timbre lingered throughout the school, its origin impossible to pinpoint.

“It must be Koyuki,” Tani Hanane said with a smile, sitting in her seat. “Her oboe playing has always been excellent.”

"Something feels off." Shida Nana frowned slightly.

Daidouji Seiko looked up from the score, gazed out the window, and said calmly:

"It's not hers, and she can't play this piece."

After all, she's her own sister. Doesn't she know what tunes she likes to play on a regular basis?

"no?"

Shida Nana leaned against the windowsill, the wind ruffling her hair:

"The melody of this piece... is it 'The Tears of the Rice Field Princess Flowing in the Fei River'? It was originally a flute solo at the beginning, with a clarinet Soli, but it's been played as an oboe."

"flute......"

A look of surprise appeared on Gu Huayin's charming yet innocent face.

"Could it be junior student Gong Ling?"

Shida Nana's gaze kept wandering around the campus:

"Besides him, I don't think there's anyone else in the band."

"He can even play the oboe? That's really amazing." Gu Huayin clasped her hands together like a dreamy girl. "Ah, if only I could take him apart into several parts."

“That sounds a bit scary,” Nana Shida said.

Kanon Tani raised her hand and brushed her hair aside:

"So I was just kidding."

Daidoji Seiko was also very surprised. She originally thought that Miyamine Nozomi's flute playing was already quite good, but she didn't expect that he could also play the oboe so well.

Miyamine Nozomi had told her before—

"I will also fulfill Daidouji-senpai's wish."

At the time, I thought the boy was just trying to curry favor, but now I realize he definitely has the ability to do so.

Recalling what happened that day, the strange sensation resurfaced on her buttocks, and Daidouji Seiko's breathing suddenly quickened, her usually calm and beautiful face gradually showing emotion.

But it wasn't shyness, it was anger.

She had never been treated like this by a boy before. Growing up, she had been subjected to inappropriate looks from the opposite sex, which made her have a bad impression of men.

Soon, the oboe's tone disappeared from my ears.

Daidoji Seiko took a deep breath, her full breasts heaving for a moment, and said in a soothing tone:

"We'll have a joint performance this afternoon, and we'll have Supervisor Hayami conduct it."

After the last audition, her impression of Hayami Tenma Sei had changed.

"So, we're not going to hire a new advisor?" Gu Huayin asked.

"Hmm..."

Daidoji Seiko frowned. If possible, she would naturally prefer to have a skilled mentor or advisor for vocational education.

But now, no one is willing to come and treat the trees, and the school is not willing to spend a lot of money to hire famous advisors.

With that money, it would be better to install air conditioning for the club.

Now that things have come to this, we can only give it our all with the current lineup. If we can't even get past the prefectural tournament, how can we talk about the Kansai tournament or even the national tournament? How can we then give the school confidence in the brass band?

Daidoji Seiko muttered to himself expressionlessly:

"This county competition is a touchstone. If we can achieve good results, even if it's just a failure, the school will gradually start to pay attention to the wind band, which will lay the foundation for the future."

Shida Nana turned around and looked at the voluptuous yet aloof girl in front of her, saying:

"Daidouji, you don't really have any confidence in everyone, do you? You keep saying you're going to the national tournament, but you know that the best outcome for us is just scrap metal."

Daidouji Seiko remained silent for a moment. To her, slogans were merely a means of motivation; reality did not change because of slogans.

Change is both powerless and full of hope; that is why it is unfortunate to not change or to be powerless to change.

"Let's finalize the free pieces for Arrangement B, the same as Arrangement A, using the score arranged by the editor." Daidouji Seiko did not give a direct answer.

Besides members of the A group, members of the B group can also participate in the competition, but their best result is only in the Kansai Tournament, not the national tournament.

But for Zhimu, regardless of whether it's the A or B edition, he's always been eliminated in the Waka Prefecture Tournament in the first round every year, so there's not much difference.

Although many upperclassmen felt indignant when the A-level list was announced, no one actually caused trouble, and that's why.

The Wakayama Prefecture Conference is on August 2nd, which is less than two months away.

......

Next to the club building, an L-shaped right angle.

Kirishima Ruka looked up, listening to the oboe's timbre lingering in the air, and then subconsciously turned her head to look at the girl beside her.

With fair skin and upright posture, the wind rustled the pages of the sheet music as it passed by a corner.

Seeing the somewhat stunned Shiraishi Hitomi, Kirishima Ruka's eyelashes trembled slightly. She clutched the trumpet in her arms tighter and asked through gritted teeth:

"Do you have more fun with him than with me?"

Shiraishi Hitomi blinked, giving her only a brief glance:

"Ah."

".......Hmm."

Kirishima Ruka's breathing was somewhat disordered, her eyes shimmered, and her face was filled with a complex expression.

.......

A practice room in the club building.

As the leader of the vocal section, Erika Toda has become accustomed to being all alone.

But thankfully, I have Sumire Amamiya, my super cute junior, to keep me company.

Hearing the beautiful oboe notes coming from outside the window, she said in surprise:

"It wasn't you?"

"So I'm right in front of Toda-senpai?"

Sumire Amamiya's small face revealed no emotion, but rather she spoke with a calm expression rarely seen on her face.

"Wow, that's amazing, who is it..." Erika Toda whispered, her face full of disbelief.

"Toda-senpai is so innocent."