I play wind instruments in Kansai.

Because the loquats are not yet ripe in April, the unripe fruit hides behind the dark green leaves, and when the sunlight shines through, it takes on a warm and soft luster.

The skirt was a knee-length, mandarin orange pleated skirt, but the pleats looked denser than those on a regular school uniform.

Honestly, the willow knot lamp in his memory was now extinguished in front of this girl.

No wonder my mother said such things; if it were him, he would have said the same thing.

[Character: Kirishima Ruka]

[Music Theory Type: Blue-chip Stock (Stable and Continuous Growth, Strong Talent, Extensive Instrumental Experience, Low Volatility)]

[Current candlestick chart pattern: The stock has been consolidating within a sideways range for the past three years, with its value repeatedly fluctuating between the upper limit of 50 and the support level of 45. This reflects the stock's recent unclear direction, with weak upward momentum yet unwilling to fall further.]

[Analysis of the abnormal movement: Currently, the stock is trading sideways due to a business suspension caused by force majeure, but given its strong fundamentals, it has a strong recovery capability and the long-term impact is limited.]

Purchase price: 80

Some characters appeared before his eyes, as if they were engraved on Gong Lingwang's retina, incredibly clear.

He rubbed his eyes hard and realized that after so many years, the system had finally arrived.

It seems to use the other party's music theory ability as a kind of market value system to buy and sell...

etc.......

Isn't this just a large-scale, real-world paid game, a financial knowledge payment platform, and a window for performance art?

He had absolutely no idea how to play this game, and his father had told him that playing it was just about getting fleeced, but his father was able to make money from it, and it even became his capital to appear sophisticated at the dinner table.

Moreover, from the current perspective, this needs to be purchased with real money, not some so-called points.

Moreover, the girl in front of me scored very high in music theory...

maybe.......

Can you make a fortune tomorrow just by buying now? Can you achieve financial freedom in the prime of your youth?

As a child who needs his parents' support, his monthly allowance is only five thousand yen, which is still high among his peers.

I currently only have a little over 20,000 yuan in total savings, which I saved by living frugally.

"Miyare-kun?"

Kirishima Ruka's hands were folded behind her back, resting precisely at the junction of her skirt and waistline, her demeanor elegant and dignified.

Looking down, the sunlight licked her feet, which were covered in cotton lace white socks, creating gentle folds at her ankles that revealed glimpses of her skin underneath.

Other boys would find it annoying to stare like that, but Miyamine Nozomi doesn't give off that feeling at all.

It's nothing, it's just that he's so good-looking that he receives countless love letters.

"Feel sorry."

Gong Lingwang's gaze passed through the system interface and landed on her, realizing that he had just lost his composure.

After all, it's normal to feel uncomfortable if someone of the opposite sex keeps staring at your body.

So what?

His modeling is exceptionally good. The handsome guy's gaze is one of appreciation. Can that be called voyeurism?

"Kirishima-kun, would you like something to drink?"

Gong Lingwang planned to extract some information that the system didn't have first, since he was going to invest real money and couldn't be careless.

"Hmm? You know my name?"

She asked curiously, her fair neck peeking out from the collar of her uniform, the outline of her collarbone faintly visible.

"Because you're quite famous at school," Miyamine Nozomi said casually.

Pretty girls, regardless of their personality or moral character, are usually famous, right?

"is it?"

The girl looked at him in surprise, then a faint, teasing smile appeared on her lips.

"But I haven't been to school for many years! Do you really still remember me? You were probably... um... this tall back then, right?"

As she spoke, she raised her hand to her ample breasts.

"......"

This height looks only about 1.4 meters. Wasn't that a long time ago?

Gongling Wang stared at the other person with a look of astonishment.

Since he hasn't gone to school since he was little, why did the system give him such a high score? Is it just because of his looks?

Isn't it said that the higher your appearance, the less worries you have?

Why would a girl like this not go to school?

Seeing him in a daze, Kirishima Ruka smiled and said:

"You don't need to flatter me. I have my own reasons for not going to school."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony. I have no recollection of you at all. Why are you here to deliver my uniform?" Miyamune said.

"I know you, that's enough."

Gongling Wang asked in surprise:

"You know me?"

"Of course I know. I used to live on the street next to yours, about fifty meters away from here. I could see you from your room every time you came home."

Her gaze was incredibly sincere, and without any hesitation, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, her full, moist lips parted slightly.

“Every time that happens, I'll stand by the window and whisper ‘Welcome home.’”

Her smile would make anyone blush and their heart race, and Gong Lingwang felt increasingly strange, as if something was wrong.

But no matter how I think about it, it's a bit creepy that someone is always watching me from the shadows when I go home.

"By the way, I heard you played the flute in the brass band at the Hokkaido school? Or did you study at Shin-Asahi? That's really impressive."

A genuine smile graced Kirishima Ruka's lips, appearing anything but gloomy.

"It has a clear tone and is easy to identify in an ensemble. What's even more impressive is that it often plays the main melody. Boys who can play the flute are really cool."

Her words were full of praise, but Miyamine Nozomi felt that her praise was not directed at her, but only at the flute.

"You want to buy my flute?" he asked.

"No, why do you think that?"

"Because I know the wind instrument section here isn't good, I'm thinking of selling the instruments. I don't like wasting time on things that have no future."

Sell ​​the instruments, then invest the money in the system—perfect.

Playing music that reveals no future—that is the future.

"Are you the kind of guy who throws things away as soon as they're no longer useful?" Kirishima Ruka glanced around, seemingly not very happy.

"Isn't it good to be able to exchange it for money?"

"I understand. It's like in ancient times, when people couldn't pay off their debts, they would sell their wives?"

"No, of course not, why would you think that about me?"

"I was just kidding, but could you please not sell it and do me a favor? In return, I'll tell you a secret that will be very useful to you."

Is it very useful?

How good is it?

"what?"

"If you want to hear it, come sit down here first."

She raised her little hand and patted the spot next to her with a smile.

The girl sat with her legs together, the skin of her thighs evenly exposed from under her skirt, like freshly made tofu, smooth and fair with a hint of youthful plumpness.

Between her legs, a long and deep shadow is formed in the recess where light cannot penetrate directly, extending upwards, narrowing, and finally disappearing into the darkness deep within the skirt.

It wasn't his idea; it was hers.

Gong Lingwang sat beside her. The girl had a faint, virginal fragrance, the scent of a pleasant antiperspirant.

Lemon flavored.

Kirishima Ruka leaned forward slightly, leaned close to his ear, and whispered:

"Don't be scared. Actually, I have a superpower, which is to manipulate people's minds."

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Her voice was soft and gentle, each word like a feather tip dipped in warm water, each stroke written on Gong Lingwang's eardrum.

"Ok?"

He stared wide-eyed, his face showing astonishment.

Seeing that the reaction was as expected, Kirishima Ruka smiled happily, placing her hands folded over her thighs, a small patch of soft highlight spreading across the fullest part of her thighs:

"Hasn't this already been proven? As soon as I speak, Gong Ling, you drop everything and come to find me. Isn't that amazing? Did you trip and fall on the way?"

Only after she said it in such a sarcastic way did Gongling Wang realize what was going on.

He found it strange at the time, wondering why he wanted to come back to see her so soon, as if his body and mind were not under his control.

really......

It's not my problem at all.

But this ability is too outrageous. Isn't this equivalent to her saying something and it becoming law? Isn't it only a matter of time before this world is ruled by a beautiful girl like her?

"Why did you do these things to me? Do you like me?" Gong Lingwang asked solemnly.

Hearing his words, Kirishima Ruka blinked in confusion, then rested her chin on her hand and smiled, saying:

"If you dare to say that, it seems you're quite popular with girls in Hokkaido."

"Because I know I have nothing to give you."

"It may sound harsh, but it's normal for you to think that way. I admit you're very beautiful."

She smiled and said,

"Actually, my goal is very simple. I want to participate in the National Ensemble Competition and go to the Hiroshima HBG Hall, but the school's brass band may not welcome me, so I want to create my own ensemble."

"National Ensemble Competition?"

The National Ensemble Competition is the second largest competition after the National Wind Instrument Competition, with very few participants, usually limited to a group of three to eight people.

However, a smaller number of participants means more teams from different regions will be competing, increasing the competition.

For wind instrument clubs that are not strong enough, sending some of their more capable members to participate in ensemble competitions is also an option.

Only a small number of top schools will be divided into three groups.

One group participates in the National Wind Instrument Competition, another in the Ensemble Competition, and yet another in the Marching Band Competition. Some top schools even hold competitions in all three categories simultaneously.

In short, as long as there are enough people and the strength, it is entirely possible to fight on multiple fronts.

The biggest difference is that the performance time limit for the wind instrument concert is twelve minutes, while the ensemble concert is only five minutes. Also, there are no set pieces, only self-selected pieces.

"They don't like you? Do other people know about your superpowers?" Gong Lingwang asked, puzzled.

Kirishima Ruka gently twisted the ends of her hair with her fingers, her expression and tone revealing a composure, insight, and complex tenderness beyond her years.

"No, not many people know that you just came back from Hokkaido, Gong Ling. Many things are not as simple as you imagine. It's quite troublesome outside."

Does a shut-in have the right to say such things?

"But why me?"

"because......"

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Gong Lingwang got up and went to open the door.

The door was opened, revealing an exceptionally delicate face. Her skin was as white and tender as fine porcelain, appearing almost unreal under the sunlight.