I play wind instruments in Kansai.

Hayami Tenma hurriedly turned the volume down to the lowest setting. If they found out he was listening to this kind of music, they would definitely laugh at him!

“Yes.” Gongling Wang stopped in his tracks. “The station is just ahead.”

Hayami Tenma's gaze swept briefly back and forth between the two.

They looked like childhood sweethearts who went home together. Thinking about myself, I felt a mix of envy and jealousy.

Out of politeness and as a common excuse, she said this:

Are you going home? Would you like me to give you a ride?

Willowwood Kite was about to refuse, but Miyamine Nozomi walked straight up and reached out to grasp the passenger side door handle:

"Thank you, Supervisor Hayami."

The air was silent for about two seconds. The muscles at the corner of Hayami's mouth twitched involuntarily. He hadn't expected Hayami to agree.

"Supervisor Hayami, the door is locked."

I know! I know! Don't shout!

Hayami Tenma unlocks the door.

"Hey, are you really going to sit here?" Willow Knot Lamp said.

Hayami Tenma Sei pursed his lips tightly—

Yeah, you really sat down?!

"Supervisor Tianma kindly offered us a ride, how could we refuse?"

Gong Lingwang plopped down in the passenger seat, looked out the window at the willow-wood lamp, and said...

"Willow, are you going to take the crowded tram, or come on board and enjoy the music with us on our way home?"

Hayami Tenma's brow twitched violently, but the words had already been spoken, and there was no reason to take them back.

Willow Knot Lamp looked a little unhappy, but still opened the back door and got in.

The car was filled with a faint smell of coffee and some kind of car air freshener. A small traffic safety amulet hung on the rearview mirror, probably obtained from a shrine somewhere.

"Where do you live?" Hayami Tenma asked.

"Yoshida Town." Miyamine said.

Isn't that near Wakayama Station, you bastard?! It's almost six kilometers away from here!

"Row."

Hayami Tenmasei gripped the steering wheel with both hands and started the vehicle.

We had only gone about ten meters when we came to a traffic light, and the sound of the engine idling became very clear.

Gongling Wang speaks the truth:

"Director Hayami, your car is so old, and it's much smaller than my car."

".......hehe."

Hayami Tenma Sei glanced at him and said,

"Because I just graduated not long ago, and I bought a used car with my good friend, as long as it works, it's fine."

"Oh."

Miyamine Nozomi leaned forward slightly and pulled the volume button, which Hayami Tenma had previously turned to the far left, to the right.

'I love myself, what's wrong with that? You're just jealous, aren't you?'

They said I was unbearable to look at, that I was a weirdo.

Saori Hayami's sweet singing voice came from the car's infotainment system, and Tenma Hayami blushed and his heart raced. Before he could even sing a few lines, he completely shut Saori's voice down.

"Wait a minute! Gong Ling, what are you doing?"

"Listen to music."

Hayami Tenma Sei swallowed hard and said, "It's not my song, it's Osaka Noboru's song."

"Osaka? Is it Osaka Ayaka who is in charge?" said Yuuki Yanagi in the back row.

"Yes, her songs. I think as a supervisor, she shouldn't listen to songs like that; they're too childish."

"What's wrong with that? I think it's quite cute."

Gong Lingwang hummed softly.

"Chu, I'm sorry I'm so cute, I'm sorry I tried so hard."

Hayami Tenma Sei & Willow Wood Yuki "......."

"Huh? What's this? A wild supervision lesson plan?"

Completely disregarding their gaze, Miyamune picked up the cloth bag at her feet.

22. The most relaxing moment of the day

"Do you understand?"

Hayami Tenma Sei didn't stop her. In her eyes, Miyamine Nozomi was just a child, and besides, there was nothing private about the lesson plan.

Miyamine Nozomi flipped through it casually and found that the date written down was today, and there was Chief Morita's signature in the lower right corner:

"Supervisor Hayami, it seems there are no arrangements from the band club?"

"..."

Hayami Tenma Sei gets annoyed whenever the brass band is mentioned, but she's too embarrassed to say it in front of the students, especially the brass band members.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely go next time. There's no need to write that in the lesson plan."

"Speaking of which, you're a homeroom teacher, a main subject supervisor, and now you're in charge of the brass band. Aren't you tired?" Miyamine put the lesson plan materials back into the bag.

"It's alright, barely acceptable."

When adults say "it's alright," do they mean it's actually not good enough?

"......"

Sitting in the back, Yuuki Yagaki asked the question that had been on her mind for a long time: "Supervisor Hayami, have you ever been involved in the field of wind instruments before?"

“Of course!” Hayami Tenma Sei said, shifting into Drive and straightening his back. “I used to be an assistant instructor at school, and I’ve listened to a lot of music.”

"But listening to music and receiving guidance are two different things."

Gongling Wang felt the car was a bit stuffy, so he opened the window, and the air that rushed in was exceptionally fresh.

"The students in the brass band represent the lower limit, while the instructors represent the upper limit. No matter how hard the senior students try, if the instructors are not good, the outcome will be the same."

He was telling the truth, but Hayami Tenma Sei harbored a slight resentment, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly as he said in a low voice:

"I don't think the members of the Haruki Brass Band are anything special."

Gong Lingwang was taken aback, and his gaze shifted from the window to her. He could sense that Hayami Tenma Sei's words were tinged with anger, but he still managed to hold back his outburst.

Before he could speak, Liu Mujie Deng behind him said impatiently:

"That was before. Things are different now. The senior students are carrying out club arrangements step by step, and Supervisor Hayami should also do what he should do. Only in this way can we move forward one step further."

Gongling Wang cautiously peered at Liu Mu's expression through the rearview mirror. Liu Mu's words were not constructive; to put it bluntly, they were just complaints, full of meaningless nonsense.

He felt it was best not to provoke someone who was driving.

Hayami Tenma's chest heaved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he sighed instead:

"Yes, yes, it was my fault. I will try my best to do my job well, and I hope you can do your jobs well too."

The car suddenly fell silent, everyone lost in their own thoughts.

Miyamine Nozomi couldn't help but stare at Hayami Tenma Sei's profile. The youthful woman, just entering society, only had a tired look on her face.

"Does Supervisor Hayami get enough sleep on weekdays?" he asked.

"Well?"

Hayami Tenma Sei hadn't expected him to ask that question, and then said...

"It's alright. My sleep hasn't been very good lately, but I've managed to get six hours of sleep."

"Oh."

The vehicle continued along the street for more than ten minutes before arriving at Yoshida Town.

She first drove the willow wood lamp home. Even though the atmosphere in the car wasn't great, she still said thank you to the supervisor as she got out of the car.

“That’s how willow wood is, please don’t worry about it,” Gongling Wang said.

"What?" Hayami Tenma Sei feigned ignorance.

“She doesn’t look down on you; she just thinks everyone should do what they’re supposed to do, even if that person’s abilities are limited,” said Gong Lingwang.

These words made Hayami Tenma Sei choke on his words:

“I am working hard, but you are too young to understand how tiring it is for adults.”

"Yes, I hope you get a good night's sleep," Gong Lingwang said casually.

Hayami Tenma bit her lower lip, feeling it wasn't appropriate to discuss these things with him, so she changed the subject and continued:

"Your flute looks expensive?"

"Not bad, over 800,000."

“I see…” Hayami Tenma Sei’s eye twitched.

Damn it, I should have just kept quiet.

The car was parked in front of Miyamine Nozomi's house. Hayami Tenma saw the car parked in the yard and it looked much more expensive than hers. No wonder he said his car was narrow.

"Thank you, supervisor."

"fine."

Miyamine Nozomi picked up her bag and instrument case and got out of the car. Just as she turned her head, Hayami Tenma drove away, seemingly not wanting to stay any longer.

He didn't think that Supervisor Hayami had done anything wrong; recognizing one's place is one of the conditions for becoming an adult.

The school appointed Hayami, who was not particularly capable to the point of being a mentor for the brass band, as his advisor, which also helped him to recognize his place in the monster room of Kansai.

Supervisor Hayami's decision to focus on his core subjects and skip the brass band meeting also reflects his understanding of the importance of the subject.

The only group that seems unable to truly understand itself is probably the brass band family.

Just as I was about to enter, a system message suddenly popped up in front of me.

[Market Update: Ai Kato, -5%, -31578 yen]

Current value: 17.3

[Abnormal Activity Interpretation: No plans to practice today; currently playing Dead by Daylight with friends]

Current holdings: 599989

[Cumulative earnings: 15189 yen]

No, what's going on here?

Gong Lingwang stared in astonishment at the market screen. What was going on? It fell yesterday and it's falling again today?

What happened to the promised growth stocks? What happened to the promised explosive growth? What's going on?

He opened the door while making the call, and the call was answered shortly afterward.

"Hey?"

Kato Ai's voice came from the other end, along with an exclamation: "Ah! This Withered One is amazing! Is he cheating?!"

Miyamune asked calmly, "Kato-kun, what are you doing right now?"

"Huh? Playing games, ah~~~!" She suddenly screamed, startling Gong Lingwang into moving his phone away.

"Right? There must be something wrong with this withered one, right? Right?"

"Who's next to you?" Gong Lingwang felt the voice was familiar.

"Who is it? Is someone calling you?" the person on the other end asked.