I play wind instruments in Kansai.

Kato Ai could only explain to both sides: "Anwa-senpai, this is Miyamine-kun, Miyamine, and next to me is Anwa-senpai."

"......"

In Miyamine Nozomi's mind, there appeared the image of the slender, black-haired senior who loved to play with her juniors. She wore a white hair clip and was the leader of the batting club.

What's going on? She's clearly a senior student, and it's so close to the performance, why is she leading the junior students to play games?

"Oh? Junior Gongling, did Jie Deng get home safely?" An Hechun's voice suddenly came closer.

"Yes, I'm home."

Gongling Wang really doesn't want to put pressure on people, but the current situation is different.

Kato Ai is one of his major holdings, and it's about to turn negative, so I still want to give it a push.

"Senior Anwa, Kato has just started practicing the oboe. Isn't it a bit inappropriate for him to play games instead of practicing at this crucial stage?"

"Ah~~ I still failed. Hmm? Was it practice? It's okay. I heard from Kato that you think she's a genius. What a coincidence, I think so too."

What is the connection between these two things?

Gong Lingwang held onto the shoe cabinet with one hand and put the other on his hip, wishing he could unplug their internet cable.

An Hechun said in a natural tone:

"Of course it's related. Geniuses don't need to practice. One day of practice can be as good as a week or even a month of practice for an average person. So it doesn't matter. Geniuses can just play around."

"......"

Miyamune Nozomi finally realized something. He said that Kato Ai was a genius and wanted to inspire her to improve, so that she would practice all day long.

When Anhe Jun said that Kato Ai was a genius, she was just trying to get her to play games, since a day for a genius is equivalent to a week for an ordinary person.

Sure enough, at their age, they usually only say "not enough" when it comes to bad temptations.

"Kato-kun?"

"Yes, I'm listening," Kato Ai replied absentmindedly.

"Save me first. He went to the west district, where there are many boards," An Hechun said.

"it is good!"

"Ah! It's a counterattack! It's charging back! It's all over, all over, all over, all over!"

Oh no, today Anhe senior was tempting her to play games next to her, looks like there's no hope for her.

"Hang up."

"I'm done! Don't play this game anymore! It's too scary!"

Gong Lingwang hung up the phone immediately and brought up An Hechun's betting screen.

Kato Ai's gaming addiction caused the value to drop, but Anhe's gaming addiction didn't cause any change in the market value; it remained at 95 as always.

Now there's a question: should we adjust our portfolio?

Gong Lingwang lay on the floor, looking at the interfaces of various value stocks in front of him.

Kato Ai's stock has fallen for two consecutive days, almost wiping out all her gains. If it falls again tomorrow, she may end up with negative returns, which will be a penalty.

Looking at Kirishima Ruka on the other hand, she's been obsessed with practicing lately, and her stock price rose by 1 point today, reaching 89.8.

Moreover, given her personality, she shouldn't be tempted by so-called games, Miyamune thought to herself.

But Kato Ai has already seen two consecutive days of decline. If she stops now, wouldn't that be what they often call 'buying high and selling low'?

Miyamine Nozomi was very conflicted. What if Kato Ai's stock price went up tomorrow? Is this what they call an oversold rebound?

After giving himself a placebo, Miyamune Nozomi got up and returned to the living room.

His parents weren't home today, so he picked up yesterday's leftovers and heated them up.

He thought of Hayami's shredded meat again—no, he thought of her exhaustion. Miyamine Nozomi never considered himself a heartless person; he even worried that he would become such a helpless adult in the future.

Open your personal inventory; there are still unused abilities inside.

"Sensitive body".

The note states that it can relieve physical fatigue and provide an extremely pleasurable experience.

This item was purchased by Gongling Wang using five profit points. Although it has been losing points recently, it deducts the overall profit points, not the remaining profit points.

Or, how about we give the stuff to Supervisor Hayami? So she can get a good night's sleep tonight.

Gong Lingwang rubbed his chin. He didn't know what the "pleasure experience" meant, but since he bought it with a profit, it must be a good thing.

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A two-story apartment building next to the Kuzu Daimyo Shrine.

Hayami Tenma walked upstairs in his black mid-heeled leather shoes, arrived at room 206, and took out a set of keys from his bag to open the door.

It was an apartment with one living room, two bedrooms, and one bathroom. It was two kilometers away from Zhimu College, where she was a vocational student, but no matter what, it was closer than Gongling and Liumu.

Hearing the noise from the entryway, Ayaka Osaka, already dressed in hot pants and sitting cross-legged on the sofa, tilted her head to the side and said:

"Why are you so late?"

"I met some students on the way and offered them a ride home."

"You're such a nice person, Pegasus-chan."

"I don't want to either."

Hayami Tenma arranged her shoes neatly, then stepped directly onto the floor with her feet covered in shredded pork; she had just mopped the floor that morning.

"Sigh, I should have known better than to be so stubborn." Hayami Tenma slumped on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, and said, "Why did it have to be my year?"

"What's wrong? Is it about the brass band?"

"Yes, we met Liu Mu and Gong Ling on the way."

"Miyarei, that handsome young man." Her hot pants accentuated Ayaka Osaka's curvaceous figure. "I heard he's from a top school."

"He's quite well-behaved," Hayami Tenma said with a sigh. "I don't really like what Yanagi-kun said."

"what?"

She told her best friend what happened in the car, and Ayaka Osaka listened and nodded.

"What? They're clearly a bunch of incompetent people, yet they're starting to put pressure on others."

"Right, right? That's too much. Gu Hua once told me not to care too much, that it's enough to just have my name on it. And now look at me."

Hayami Tenma felt wronged. The previous advisors were all nonchalant and didn't do anything, but it was only when it came to her students that they started to "awaken".

Isn't this bullying the honest person?

Hayami Tenma ran his fingers through the black fabric on his chest, a sigh tinged with a sense of resignation.

"But even if I continue not to go, nothing should happen, right?"

“You can give it a try,” Ayaka Osaka chuckled.

"...I'm going to take a shower."

Hayami Tenma returned to his room and grabbed his pajamas.

She went into the bathroom, untied her pencil skirt, and slipped her fingers inside the top of her flesh-colored pantyhose.

With a flick of the thumb, the thin, cicada-wing-like fabric wrinkled and obediently peeled away from her waist, revealing a ring of skin whiter than the stockings.

With a slight lift of her leg, her jade-like instep formed a soft arc, exposing her ankle and ankle bone to the air, which were rounded and fair.

The shredded meat lay softly on the ground. Hayami Tenma bent down to pick it up; the pantyhose was so light it felt weightless.

For working people like her who shuttle between school and apartment, the best moments of the day are taking a shower and going to bed.

Shower, then bath, and then a nice face mask—at almost 25, skincare must be on my agenda.

Of course, some kind of care is also necessary. Although I don't know who will see it in the future, it will still need to be taken care of.

After taking a shower and blow-drying her hair, Hayami Tenma felt refreshed and fully revitalized.

Back in her room, the air conditioning was on, and the cool air was so refreshing that she let out a big sigh of relief.

I turned off the ceiling light, climbed into bed, and left only a small nightlight by the bedside. The orange light, like melting honey, lazily spread across the bed.

The silk nightgown slid down her calves, feeling cool, as she lay on her side, wrapped in a blanket, scrolling through her phone.

Here it comes! The most relaxing moment of the day!

Thinking about this, she couldn't help but chuckle.

23. You only have me left.

Open an anime website and rewatch "Nichijou" (Original Story), which I've already watched three times. I never get tired of it.

I was thinking of just watching until I got sleepy, but after a while, a strange feeling suddenly came over me.

At first, the skin on my calves was a little itchy, as if something was stroking it.

Hayami Tenma didn't pay attention, unplugged the phone charging cable, and turned over.

Strangely, the energy didn't dissipate; instead, it spread upwards along my thigh, even seeping under my skin, making me feel instantly refreshed.

"Hmm..."

My body started to heat up, but it wasn't the dizziness and lightheadedness that come with a fever; instead, it was a small flame that started burning deep in my lower abdomen.

The flames slowly licked along the gaps in the blood vessels and bones. Hayami Tenma's pretty face was tense, her legs were clenched together, and a thin layer of sweat seeped from her waist.

"What's going on...?"

She kicked off the blanket, exposing her bare legs to the cold air from the air conditioner. All she could hear was the sound of the air conditioner blowing air and her own increasingly clear breathing.

Something's not right...

Her eyes widened, flushed, and as an adult, she quickly realized something.

She reached down and, sure enough, felt a cool, smooth sensation. The strangeness on her fingers made her temples throb.

Her toes curled up unconsciously, trying to resist, but she had never felt so comfortable before, and it was completely different from before.

Although I don't know why, I'm all alone now, so it shouldn't be a big deal.

Thinking of this, Hayami Tenma pulled the blanket over himself and curled up into a ball.

The neckline of her nightgown was askew, revealing a section of her snow-white shoulder blade. She looked like a white silkworm wrapped in silk, wriggling slightly.

"Pegasus, want some strawberries?"

The door was suddenly opened, and Ayaka Osaka, who was holding a plate, was stunned by the scene in front of her.

Hayami Tenma Sei's body stiffened abruptly, and he scolded her, his face flushed:

Why didn't you knock?

"How dare you say that to me? Making wontons in the room with the door open, isn't that just asking for people to see?"

Ayaka Osaka's lips were practically curled up to the back of her head.

"Go out!"

"Okay, okay, please take your time with your work. I'll put the fruit on the table for you. Remember to wash your hands before you eat it."

Ayaka Osaka slowly closed the door.

"It's great, but remember not to oversleep tomorrow."

"Well--"

Hayami Tenma Sei didn't know why she was acting this way tonight, but she just couldn't control herself.

More than half an hour later, my body felt an unprecedented sense of comfort, as if it had been completely purified.

"what......."

Hayami Tenma Sei grinned smugly, no longer thinking about the main subjects, the head teacher, lesson plans, the brass band, or anything like that.

Humans really do have to follow their most primal desires.

Again.

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