I play wind instruments in Kansai.

Gongling Wang clicked in and discovered the items being sold in this week's trading market.

[Sensitive Body: 5% Points Profit]

[Triangle Instrument Expertise: 3% Points Profit]

[Body Enhancement: 1% Points Profit]

[Body Deterioration: -1% Points Loss]

[Audio Triangle Musical Instruments Sensitive Skin: -3% Points Loss]

[No sensation in the body: -5% points loss]

It seems that these items are purchased using profit points, which are randomly refreshed, and there are penalties if value investing results in losses.

What is this sensitive body?

Gong Lingwang's mind was stirred, and he began to introduce himself.

[Sensitive Body: Relieves physical fatigue and provides an intensely pleasurable experience]

Ok?

Gong Lingwang raised an eyebrow, realizing that what he had bought was not so simple.

Heh, that's interesting.

【Buy】

Insufficient Profit Points

I just clicked around casually; I didn't really want anything. People still need to pursue spiritual fulfillment.

Gongling Wang opened the [Willow Wood Clean Lamp] board and found that there were no changes. It seems that changes will only occur under special circumstances.

Sitting on the sofa, he casually reached out and touched the school uniform that Kirishima Ruka had given him.

There was only one uniform: a white long-sleeved shirt and black trousers. Compared to the suit jackets that were gradually becoming popular outside, the uniform of Zhimu Academy looked very conservative no matter how you looked at it.

Iron it first.

3. The Succubus Who Brings Bad Luck

Compared to Hokkaido, spring on the Kii Peninsula is humid, with temperatures hovering around a mild 22 degrees Celsius.

My phone alarm goes off at eight o'clock. I live in Hokkaido all year round, and it's too cold to get up in the morning, so I always rush to school right on time.

The warm early spring feels a little strange.

Gong Lingwang blinked as he looked at the ceiling.

Deep Blue, come out!

A trading screen popped up in front of me, displaying options such as "Known Value Market" and "Personal Account".

The market opens at 9:00 AM, has a lunch break from 11:30 AM to 12:30 PM, and closes at 10:00 PM. There is no after-hours trading.

In other words, it hasn't opened for sale yet.

Gong Lingwang clicked on the known value chart, and there was no change compared to yesterday. It is possible that there will be no change until the market opens.

As a novice, Miyamine Nozomi has a strong desire to learn.

So, dressed in his college uniform, he sought advice from his father, who had lost at least three million yen in stock trading over the years.

"You've come to the right person. That's what it's all about when you're battling it out in the stock market."

The father suddenly became interested, raised his finger and tapped his temple, saying...

Whenever an elder starts lecturing, they'll launch into a long, elaborate sermon.

Taxes, NISA, specific trading seats, transaction details, various candlestick charts, volume contraction and expansion, etc.

But Gong Lingwang didn't hear everything, nor did he have much time to listen; he only remembered one sentence from him—

"Sell if it opens high".

In other words, if the market opens higher, it would be safer to sell.

"Don't invest in stocks," Gong Ling's mother said, frowning.

"Yes, don't fry it!"

You were the one who talked the loudest.

"I was just curious, and I didn't have the money to speculate, I was in school."

Gong Lingwang casually made an excuse, then got up and went out.

He lives near Wakayama Station.

The school he attended was the Municipal Haruki College, located near the Yoshirei Station.

It is an ordinary municipal college with average admission scores, but strangely, almost every year some students are admitted to top universities such as the University of Tokyo.

It all comes down to talent.

Gongling Wang felt that he was one of them.

At Wakayama Station, following the ever-present cat conductor, we arrived at platform 9, where two small trams that have been working on the Kishigawa Line for years were quietly parked.

I didn't see Xiaoyu or the Strawberry Tram today. It was a very plain commuter color. The platform was mostly filled with students, old ladies buying groceries, and office workers commuting to work.

There was no loud noise, only the morning light shining obliquely on the railway tracks, like a pair of infinitely extending silver chopsticks.

Stepping onto the tram, you're greeted by a nostalgic wooden atmosphere. The warm-toned wooden decorations instantly lift your spirits. Miyamine Nozomi feels that the street electricity here is even better than in Hokkaido.

"handsome guy."

"Hmm, he's handsome, and wearing the same uniform."

The gazes of girls could be faintly heard from all around.

Sitting in his seat, the white long-sleeved shirt didn't look tough on him at all; his youthful charm completely masked the old uniform's outdated feel.

I wish my future life path would be as smooth as modeling.

Gong Lingwang recalled a saying: If one's appearance is not matched by talent, one will ultimately be reduced to a commodity for a voluptuous young woman to be cruelly exploited.

"Gongling?"

A boy with a buzz cut entered the station, his white shirt looked wrinkled, and he was carrying a black musical instrument case.

I glanced at it and saw it was Mizuno Souji, who had specially organized a party for him yesterday, but he stood me up.

"Did Liu Mu come to see you yesterday?" Although he was stood up, he wasn't angry.

"How did you know?" Miyamune asked.

"How could I not know?"

Mizuno Soji tucked his schoolbag into his arms and placed the suitcase directly on the carriage floor, saying...

"She initially said she didn't want to come, but in the end she told me she was going to keep her friends company. But when she heard you weren't coming, she still ran off. Of course she'd come to find you. You know what I mean? That's what being a tsundere is all about."

"Tsundere is just a placebo that people who have been rejected imagine."

"Next topic."

"Yes, she came to see me yesterday and talked about something." Miyamune said, glancing at the sailor-uniformed girls in the carriage.

Compared to sailor uniforms, Western-style uniforms are definitely more sexy. Is it because Western-style uniforms seem too formal?

Mizuno Souji stared wide-eyed and asked:

"Confession?"

"So fast?"

“Isn’t it true that we have to be fast at everything at our age?” Mizuno Soji said with a grin. “Anyway, put willow aside, I have something to tell you. I heard that Kirishima has come to school.”

"I know."

"You know? You know who Kirishima is?"

“She came to see me yesterday too.”

Upon hearing Gong Lingwang's words, he frowned, and an indescribable expression appeared on his face as he said:

"Even so? You're amazing, Gong Ling."

"It's really strange. I've only been back for a day, and two girls have already come to my door," Gong Lingwang said with a shrug.

Mizuno Soji patted his shoulder and said:

"It's been a long time since I've seen Kirishima-kun."

"very beautiful."

"You've taken a liking to it?"

"I just like her looks."

"Yes, she's been beautiful since she was little."

There's no way around it, she really is beautiful. If I were to pretend and say, "No, I have absolutely no interest in her looks..."

Please don't believe what these people say; nine times out of ten it's false. People always tend to be attracted to beauty.

Mizuno Soji said:

"But it's really strange. She's clearly from Wakayama City, but her accent isn't like ours. You see, we usually add an 'nn' at the end of our sentences, but she doesn't at all. It's just standard Mandarin."

"I also speak Mandarin."

"That's because you've been gone for several years. The environment and atmosphere can change a person, but she hasn't. I heard she's been staying in Wakayama City with her grandmother, and the older generation all speak the local dialect, right?"

Mizuno Souji looked up, noticed that quite a few girls were looking in their direction, and suddenly laughed, saying...

"Gong Ling, do you still remember how you pronounce 'I like you' in the Kansai dialect?"

Who does this guy look down on?

Gongling Wang poured out a smooth Kansai dialect:

“su ki ya n”.

"Oh! He said it!"

"Mmm—! It feels so good!"

The girls suddenly gasped in surprise. When they saw Gong Lingwang glancing over, they tried to hide their panic by glancing around. Their firm thighs under their skirts radiated a healthy, honey-colored glow.

"Yanagi told me to stay away from Kirishima-kun, saying it wouldn't end well." Miyamine Nozomi didn't pay much attention and looked at the smiling Mizuno Souji with a serious expression.

"Haha, oh, well, it's not just random talk."

Mizuno Souji coughed lightly, pinched his nose, and after controlling his emotions for a while, he finally spoke.

"I'm telling you this, but you absolutely mustn't tell anyone."

Miyamine Nozomi couldn't help but ask:

"How many people have you said this to?"

"Uh... I heard it from someone else."

Mizuno General Management Road,

"The reason she doesn't go to school is because she has psychological problems. When she was a child, her parents drove their car across the Kigawa River Estuary Bridge and fell off. They couldn't be saved."

"......"

Gong Lingwang remained silent, yet the things he had once fantasized about in his mind were actually happening to other people.

But thinking about her expression yesterday, it seems she's moved on from this incident, which happened so long ago.

"But the strangest thing is that after the dashcam was taken out, Kirishima's parents cursed her in the car, saying it was Kirishima's fault and calling her a monster. Isn't that going too far?"

"Huh?" Miyamune took a deep breath and said incredulously, "You mean, Kirishima killed her parents?"

"No, no, no, I didn't say that!"

Mizuno Soji was startled by this sudden criticism.

"Anyway, no one who came into contact with her had a good ending. Several kindergarten supervisors were dismissed for various reasons because they were close to her. One of the female supervisors cried when she left, saying that she couldn't bear to part with her. After that, no one dared to have too much contact with her, and she stopped coming to school."