I play wind instruments in Kansai.

"By the way, you said before that if the performance wasn't good, it wouldn't matter if we couldn't even get fifty-five people? What if that actually happens?"

"Since we've said it, we'll do it."

Gong Lingwang looked at the score and said...

"Everyone is watching you now. Whether you're just playing house or going all out is entirely up to you."

"It was a decision made on your own."

"I didn't object to Supervisor Hayami expressing his own ideas."

Gongling Wang said,

"After all, that mouth is yours; I'm just borrowing it occasionally."

It sounded a bit suggestive, and Hayami Tenma's face flushed slightly, but what could she say? She could offer a few words of encouragement, though.

"I see."

The instruction in the soundproof room proceeded as scheduled, and the clock on my wrist struck 10:30 p.m.

During this time, Miyamine Nozomi was still fantasizing that Shiraishi Hitomi would come downstairs to take a look, but in the past two hours, apart from him and Hayami Tenma Sei, no one else had come in.

This reminded Miyamine Nozomi of something Shiraishi Hitomi had once said—

"I'm waiting for you to come to me."

Does that mean that if I don't hide from her, she will stay put and never come looking for me?

The sound from the speakers and the humming continued, and thanks to the cool air from the central air conditioning, neither of them broke a sweat.

Hayami Tenma glanced at him; she could sense that Miyamine Nozomi's condition was becoming increasingly abnormal over time.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that they're becoming increasingly out of sorts.

Is it because of erectile dysfunction? Or something else?

But what can I do to help him?

"That's enough for today. The training was barely up to standard," said Gongling Wang.

"Okay, I'll take you home."

"No need, I can walk back by myself. It's so late, you should go and get some rest, you have to go to work tomorrow."

He was quite considerate in some ways, Hayami Tenma thought.

After returning the room, Miyamine Nozomi had not seen Shiraishi Hitomi at all that night, nor had she received a single message.

Logically speaking, the current situation is very safe and free for Miyamine Nozomi, and she should feel satisfied.

Yet, a sense of indescribable loss lingered in his heart. Gong Lingwang stepped out of the shop and took a deep breath of the warm air on the street.

What exactly does he want?

By the way, she was completely absorbed in looking at the Pokémon plushies at the time.

The scenes that appeared out of nowhere in her mind only made Miyamine Nozomi's thoughts even more chaotic.

A gentle night breeze was blowing, and occasionally a car with its low beams on would drive by from the opposite direction, casting a warm, yellow light.

"Are you sure you don't want me to take you home?" Hayami Tenma asked.

"no need."

Gongling Wang then strode away without looking back.

Hayami Tenma held his small hand to his chest, his melancholy almost emanating from him, practically screaming, "I'm not in a good mood."

Indeed, after something like this happens, how can one keep forcing a smile?

Hayami Tenma pursed her lips, and some unrealistic ideas suddenly popped into her mind, making her blush.

What if, what if he suddenly says something then—

"Please, Supervisor Hayami, help me."

So what should I do?

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The next morning, Gong Lingwang opened the system.

[Store Refresh]

[I'm willing to do anything: If I do something irreversible, I will forgive unconditionally and will not be interrogated (30 profit points)]

【Bouncing Illusion: Projects holographic images that appear in the mind (30 profit points)】

[Red Pill: A pill that appears to increase your stamina (10 profit points)]

Gongling Wang sat cross-legged on the bed. These things all looked quite useful, but apart from the red pills, they all seemed completely useless.

But the first one looks so heartwarming; even if they did something irreversible, they can make up right away.

But Miyamine Nozomi believes that he could not do something irreversible.

The second feeling is useless.

The red pills look good; you can buy them and take them directly.

Upon opening the account, I found that the profit points were a mere zero.

"..."

No, we need to start investing immediately.

Gong Lingwang opened everyone's charts, and these days they had been steadily rising, without any unexpected events.

He then remembered the instructions the system had given to "Hayami Tenma," that she was about to be launched on the market.

Looking at the little over 20,000 yen left in his account, Miyamine thought he might as well just invest it all in Hayami Tenmasei; even if he lost money, it would only be a small amount.

But the initial investment was still too small.

Could it be...?

The image of Shinobu Yamada reappeared in Miyamine Nozomi's mind, surrounded by a large pile of 10,000 yen bills that seemed to have wings.

To attract investment?

However, her relationship with her wasn't very close, and Gong Lingwang wasn't sure.

Why not find Liu Mu? Maybe she can help him earn money and supplement the family income.

Because Hayami Tenma Sei had an extremely upright attitude, good hearing, and was obedient.

The overall trend of this stock is definitely correct! Buying now will absolutely yield huge profits!

Thinking of this, Gongling Wang, whose fighting spirit was rekindled, decided to drag Liu Mujie Deng into the pit.

But she was just a student and certainly didn't have much money. Miyamine Nozomi just hoped to give back to her, just like what Supervisor Osaka said.

We still need to go find Da Tou.

When I went downstairs for dinner, I heard my parents grumbling at the table. My mother had a frown on her face and didn't look too good.

Gong Lingwang's heart skipped a beat. Had all the things he had been doing outside been discovered?

"Good morning," he said tentatively.

However, his parents only gave a casual reply, seemingly not referring to him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"So she lives with her grandmother now?" the mother asked, standing at the dining table.

Gongling's father nodded and said:

"Yes, if I remember correctly, her maternal grandmother should be eighty-two this year, right?"

"You're already so old."

"What are you talking about?"

Since it wasn't about himself, Gong Lingwang thought it would be better to join in and listen than to listen to his father's news broadcast.

Gongling's father leaned back, took a shallow breath, and said:

"Wasn't your Haruki school uniform a gift from that Kirishima kid?"

"Yes, her name is Kirishima Ruka. I'm on pretty good terms with her."

Gongling Wang believes that...

"After Kirishima's parents passed away, their assets, including all the money, reportedly amounted to over ten million yen."

"How many?!"

Gong Lingwang opened his mouth wide in astonishment and leaned his neck forward in disbelief.

"I don't know the exact amount, but I heard it's over fifty million."

Gongling's father said,

"This is the money from selling my two houses in Osaka, plus some stock money, it's quite a lot."

"It's too dangerous for a little girl like her to have so much money in her hands," Gong Ling's mother said with great concern.

Gongling's father adopted an outsider's stance, laughing as he spoke:

"So, didn't you see her uncle making a scene at the door last night? He just sat down there and wouldn't leave."

"How could that be... What does Kirishima's money have to do with her uncle?!"

Gong Lingwang slammed his fist on the table, feeling extremely angry.

This is absolutely outrageous!

That old bastard actually tried to rob him!

The father didn't seem surprised and said cheerfully:

"People think that since we're all family, and you've become so rich, we should help each other out. It's human nature to always want to take advantage of any benefits."

"That's outrageous!"

"She lives with her grandmother now, she should be fine, right?"

Gong Lingwang could feel the maternal love emanating from his mother spreading outwards with terrifying efficiency.

“Who knows? It’s their business,” Gong Ling’s father said.

"Does our family have that much money?"

To be honest, Gong Lingwang didn't know how much money his family had or how much they could afford to cover their expenses.

"Why are you meddling in so much?" the father said, though he didn't really want to.

"Oh."

Gongling Wang quickly finished his breakfast, picked up his schoolbag, and left.

It turns out that there was a rich young lady who controlled tens of millions of assets right next to me!

Thinking about it carefully, she is not only young and beautiful with a gentle personality, but she also loves to wear thin white socks. How come I never paid attention to her before?

Normally, you can't feel Kirishima Ruka's "money aura" at all. On the contrary, Kato Ai always shows the temperament of a middle-class lady from time to time.

A few clouds hung lazily on the rooftops in the distance, motionless. The air was filled with the fresh scent of leaves, making one's lungs feel relaxed.

It's like the clouds have parted to reveal the light!

If possible, Miyamine Nozomi hopes that Kirishima Ruka can make an investment, but the problem is that it is not so easy to find an excuse for investment.

After all, that much money can't be easily obtained.

However, he didn't plan to ask her to invest much; a few hundred thousand would probably suffice.

This is the amount that Miyamine Nozomi can pay off in the future, even if she loses money.

Along the way, he was looking for a suitable lie for his evil plan, and before he knew it, he had arrived at Wakayama Station.

I had just swiped my card to enter the station when I saw Kirishima Ruka standing alone inside the yellow line, waiting.

Sunlight streamed down through gaps in the station roof, falling directly on her legs and coating them with a thin layer of gold.

Smooth, slender, and almost dazzlingly white, with clean and crisp lines from calves to ankles.

She was wearing black loafers with white ankle socks that only reached above her ankles, the socks having a thin stripe around the top and were slightly see-through.