I play wind instruments in Kansai.

Gong Lingwang never considered himself a gentleman, and he tried many times to resist looking at the film, but it was just too good to pass the time, and deliberately not looking at it would only make him seem pretentious.

"Does Supervisor Hayami have a boyfriend?" Miyamine Nozomi suddenly asked.

"Huh?"

Hayami Tenma Sei was genuinely surprised by his question; his lips parted slightly and then closed again, his earlobes turning red.

"Not yet. I just want to work hard and save money to buy my own car and house."

"But Director Hayami's vanity is still quite strong? Sorry, I thought it was for her boyfriend."

"Well, that's how girls are, and this is a proper work uniform."

Even if Hayami Tenma was slow-witted, he could still react. His fingers unconsciously tugged at the hem of his pencil skirt, and at the same time, he changed the subject, saying...

"Gong Ling, let me remind you, you're not allowed to date."

"The school didn't forbid this."

"I'm your homeroom teacher, so you have to listen to me. If students are dating, it will seriously affect my performance record."

"......"

Seeing that Miyamune remained silent, Hayami Tenma Sei laughed.

After a while, the car stopped in front of Gongling's house.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Just as Miyamune Nozomi had taken a few steps, Hayami Tenma Sei's voice came from behind him again.

"Gongling!"

"Well?"

He turned his head.

Hayami Tenma raised his finger in a serious manner, as if warning him, and frowned slightly as he said:

"Next time you're in class, look at the blackboard."

"..."

Could it be that she's discovered something, judging from her tone and expression?

Gong Lingwang nodded stiffly and turned to go home.

Seeing his somewhat flustered appearance, Hayami Tenma Sei suddenly felt an indescribable sense of pride. A slight smile appeared on his lips as he muttered, "Little brat."

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The next day, Gong Lingwang got up very early.

Following the route I took with Yukito during our morning run last time, I didn't find Yukito or Kirishima Ryuka.

I went home, took a shower, and then went out.

On the street, you can see many girls in uniforms, their black and brown loafers bathed in sunlight, firmly stepping on the asphalt road.

I took the public transport this morning, but there wasn't a single empty seat in the carriage, so I had no choice but to grab onto the handrails.

Gong Lingwang gripped the rings, which were covered with various advertising slogans.

Some of these are advertisements from Wakayama City Music, featuring students from a brass band at some unknown school, all smiling broadly in the pictures.

"Did you know that in Wakayama City, only Haruki is still wearing a sailor uniform?"

A voice came from beside him. Miyamine looked to the side and saw that Kirishima Ruka was also holding onto the rings.

The girl's snow-white arms peeked out from the sleeves of her loquat-colored sailor uniform, her pink nails gleaming with an innocent, shimmering light.

It's a pity that you can't see the armpits.

"Hmm." He nodded.

"Miyarei, do you think the Western style looks better, or the sailor uniform?" Kirishima Ruka asked, her eyes glued to the advertisement.

"They all look good."

"You really don't know how to offend people," Kirishima Ruka said with a smile.

The tram travels along the Kishigawa Line.

“I think I’ve already offended Hasebe-senpai,” Miyamine Nozomi said.

Kirishima Ruka smiled faintly and said dismissively:

"He's just jealous of you. He's jealous that you're younger than him but have better abilities than him, and he's jealous that you're not very manly but have so many girls around you."

"...You think I lack masculinity?"

“I didn’t say that. In Hasebe’s eyes, he himself is the epitome of masculinity.”

Kirishima Ruka said gently,

"And he hates you, so you're not manly."

Miyamine seemed to understand, but had no interest in paying attention to Hasebe's opinion.

"You know Senior Sister Gu Hua."

"Of course, she is a very gentle person, everyone knows that."

“What I mean is, you and Senior Gu Hua have known each other for a long time,” said Gong Lingwang.

Kirishima Ruka glanced at him and said with relief:

"Yes, I've known her for a long time, although in my heart we're not particularly close friends."

"What do you mean?"

"What's wrong? Are you interested in girls' social lives?" Kirishima Ruka teased with a smile.

"There's just nothing to talk about."

With each clatter and sway of the tram, Miyamine Nozomi yawned, and through the transparent windows, she could feel the vibrant springtime atmosphere.

"From now on, Xiaotong will be in your vocal section. I hope you can help me take care of her, Gongling."

"I?"

"Ah."

Kirishima Ruka said in a low voice,

"She doesn't like to talk and is easily manipulated. She shouldn't have gone to this parade, since she's just started playing the piccolo, but she went anyway."

Senior Shiraishi Hasebe directly asked Shiraishi Hitomi to participate in the parade, and that taciturn girl never expressed her own opinion, like a lamb to the slaughter.

"How can I take care of her?"

He was only a first-year student and had no voice within his vocal section.

"Oh dear, you didn't know?" Kirishima Ruka looked at him in surprise.

"what?"

"After this trip, you may become a team leader, and you will be able to participate in the team leader meetings within the department from now on."

It felt like someone gently patted his cheek, and Gong Lingwang finally regained consciousness. He frowned in confusion and said:

"Who told you that?"

"Senior Sister Gu Hua told me."

"how is this possible?"

"They say it was all Daidouji-senpai's arrangement, but I don't know what will happen next."

"I'm only a first-year student."

"Even Supervisor Hayami was called away by Daidouji-senpai, wasn't he?"

Kirishima Ruka's radiant answer seemed surreal to Miyamine Nozomi, because Hasebe-senpai was certainly not going to accept this outcome.

If what she said is true, then should I take on this responsibility?

"Should we really put in the effort for the brass band? Is it really the right thing to waste time and energy on something that will never come to fruition, and to annoy those around us?"

Perhaps sensing the doubt in Miyamine Nozomi's heart, Kirishima Ruka's lips curled into a meaningful smile.

"Gong Ling, have you ever experienced that feeling?"

"what?"

"Your heart is pounding, your blood is boiling, and you can feel every pore on your body breathing and releasing heat."

A sweet smile appeared on Kirishima Ruka's delicate and pretty face as she stared intently at him.

Have you ever experienced this?

Yes, I experienced it last night when Supervisor Hayami brought him back.

"You definitely don't, because the team you were in before was the top team in the country, and you already had the answer in your heart. But now it's different. Everything about Zhimu is unknown. When you reach the future, perhaps at the award ceremony in the Wakayama Cultural Hall, you will fall in love with this skin-tingling feeling."

32. No, that won't do.

Gong Lingwang did not refute.

When a person is in a state of absolute advantage and glory for a long time, the outcome can be almost predicted before the competition even begins because of their overwhelming strength.

But in the Haruki Brass Club, it's a different story. Uncertainty is always present, and one can always feel fear and anticipation.

“Kato told me last night that you play the oboe reed quite well,” Kirishima Ruka suddenly said.

"She seems to know everyone."

"She messaged me on her own, which was honestly quite embarrassing. Besides that, what else can you do?"

"I don't know. I haven't tried the others. Maybe I am the genius that everyone talks about."

Are you kidding me?

"real."

Kirishima Ruka smiled, her gaze drifting out the car window.

As soon as the municipal power line passes Guishan Station, you can see vast expanses of farmland, lush and green.

The sky was a clear, bright blue today, as if the saturation of the entire world had been raised to a whole new level.

"It's actually quite troublesome to be in the same voice as Daidouji-senpai."

Kirishima Ruka's face showed a troubled expression as she spoke.

"I never thought my trumpet skills were worse than anyone else's, but the day will definitely come when I compete with Daidouji-senpai for the lead position in the vocal section."

Miyamine Nozomi blurted out her words without thinking:

"Can't you condescend to do me a favor?"

Kirishima Ruka chuckled softly, her voice tinged with a hint of stubbornness as she spoke:

"This is not something a musician should say. Rather than handing over your fate to someone else, you should fight for it yourself."

Her words reminded Gongling Wang of the willow wood lantern.

It's really strange. Liu Mu Jie Deng was thinking that he would completely overwhelm Kirishima Liu Ka, but Kirishima Liu Ka didn't mention Liu Mu at all. Instead, she kept talking about Daidoji.

Indeed, everyone has different goals.

"When that time comes, will you support me, Miyamane?" Kirishima Ruka asked.

Gongling saw the familiar T-junction outside the train window and knew they were about to arrive at their stop.

"What kind of support do you want me to provide? The kind of support where I'd still support you even if you're not as good as Daidouji-senpai?"

"Who do you think I am? In Chiki, I'm second to none in trumpet playing," Kirishima Ruka said casually.

"I always side with the one who has the better skills."

"Heh." Kirishima Ruka chuckled, giving him a meaningful glance, and said, "Then it seems you'll be on my side for life."

Her words were too decisive, and Miyamine Nozomi suspected that she was overconfident.