I play wind instruments in Kansai.

"This...?"

Kato Ai rubbed her legs back and forth under her skirt, wanting to accept but also wanting to refuse. After all, it was too dangerous to be alone with a boy at night.

She also tentatively considered herself a very alluring and beautiful young woman, wondering what would happen if such or such things were to occur.

But refusing him also left me feeling somewhat unwilling to accept it, especially with a guy like him.

Just as she was about to try it out for one night, she looked up and her gaze passed over the group of club members, landing on the trumpet section on the opposite wall.

Willowwood lamp was looking up at the two of them, its eyes gleaming with a thin layer of light.

The gaze directed at her wasn't cold or harsh, but for some reason, Kato Ai felt a chill run down her spine.

"No, no, I still won't." she said stiffly.

These things need to be done slowly. It's so annoying how impatient teenage boys are.

Gong Lingwang blinked but did not insist.

He was thinking that if he wanted to be a value stock trader, one of the conditions was that the value stock was very obedient and would not resist his demands.

Judging from the current situation, Kato Ai has her own decisions and does not want to obediently listen to him, and she is even unwilling to continue practicing at night.

Moreover, she is a 'middle-class' woman, and money cannot subdue her.

Gong Lingwang pinched his chin and looked around at the members in the first music classroom as carefully as if he were selecting fresh fruits and vegetables at a market.

Willow Wood Cleansing? She's very self-disciplined; she can practice without him telling her.

Moreover, his relationship with her was ambiguous, and it was easy to have sex with her. He was talking about having sex with her, and Gongling Wang did not deny this.

But her alt account is already quite good; it's too high compared to other newbies, making it difficult for her to gain significant traction.

If you're not going to take a gamble and try for a surge in stock prices, what's the point of trading stocks at all?

As for the others, Kirishima Ruka and the third-year senior are relatively high-value stocks, and it would be difficult for them to surge. They can only be invested in steadily.

We should focus on value stocks that are currently undervalued, but the problem is that the system doesn't seem to offer many undervalued stocks...

Just as Gong Lingwang was feeling somewhat troubled, his gaze fell on the front row.

The girl had fair skin, and sunlight shone through her earlobes, making that small piece of cartilage appear translucent with a coral pink hue.

Hitomi Shiraishi was wearing the same loquat-colored uniform as the other girls, revealing her slender calves.

A pair of white ankle socks just covered her ankles, with a thin lace trim around the top, like the delicate frosting on a birthday cake.

Unlike the flute, the piccolo in her hand was only half the length of a clarinet, its silver body resembling a frozen lightning bolt in the sunlight.

Hitomi Shiraishi's fingers rested quietly on the keyboard, unlike the others who chatted, swayed the sheet music, or tapped their feet to keep time.

She just sat there, not moving at all.

[Character: Hitomi Shiraishi]

[Type: Unicorn concept stock (extremely optimistic, strong learning momentum, clear logic "catering to the expectations of Kirishima Ruka")]

Current stock price: 22

I pulled up Shiraishi Hitomi's stock price information again. The last time I saw her, her value was 20, but I didn't expect that when I saw her again, it had already increased by 10 points.

Furthermore, along the logical line, it's clear that she and Kirishima Ruka have a very good relationship, and that she joined the brass band because of her.

Miyamune glanced at Kato Ai beside her again and noticed that she was secretly taking pictures with her phone.

He caught her red-handed, Kato Ai whispered:

"This is my first time watching an ensemble performance, so I'm posting it on social media first."

"Then everyone asked you why you chose this perspective?" Miyamine Nozomi said.

"Hmm..."

Kato Ai paused for a moment, then, somewhat annoyed, put her phone back in her pocket and said dejectedly,

"I'll keep it for myself."

Miyamune sighed inwardly. His investment in Kato Ai wasn't a complete failure; he was indeed making money, but it was too little.

Sorry, Kato, but I wanted to experience the thrill and sense of control that comes with getting rewards without putting in too much time.

[Stock sold: Ai Kato]

[Sold Amount: 617989 Yen]

Sell ​​everything; clear out the entire inventory.

[Stock to Buy: Hitomi Shiraishi]

Purchase amount: 617989 yen

"Gongling?"

Kato Ai, who was standing next to him, suddenly spoke.

"Hmm?" Gong Lingwang glanced at her.

Kato Ai clasped her hands back and forth in front of her lower abdomen, looking embarrassed, and said:

"I've thought about it carefully, and practicing at night isn't really a good idea. Could we change the time? Like on a weekend?"

"No need, I won't ask you to practice anymore. It's okay if you go play games with Senior Anhe."

Gong Lingwang no longer cared. She could do whatever she wanted, preferably when he had no positions and the price plummeted, so she could buy back in and grab a rebound.

"Uh."

Kato Ai stared in astonishment, not expecting him to react so strongly.

He used to say he was a genius and that he shouldn't keep playing games with Anhe and his senior, but should practice his oboe properly so that Anhe would pay attention to him.

Seriously? Just because I declined an invitation tonight, that's it?

She really knows how to throw a tantrum.

Kato Ai felt a little annoyed, thinking that Miyamine Nozomi was too childish and should be more magnanimous when interacting with girls.

"Ok."

Hmph, since he said that, there's no need for me to force it. Anyway, he'll come looking for me once he realizes what's going on.

—Because he likes me.

At that moment, the sound of hands clasping together rang out.

Nana Shida, standing at the command post directly in front, said:

"Alright, everyone here is a member participating in this parade. First-year students who haven't yet familiarized themselves with the sheet music, please listen carefully and don't talk. Can you do that?"

The club members responded to her words in a monotonous manner, but Shida Nana seemed used to it and didn't mind.

"First, tune the sound."

Tuning is a procedure that is performed before each ensemble performance. Dozens of people need to reach the same pitch standard, and at the same time, they can quickly find small problems with the instruments during the tuning process.

For example, the reed is too hard, the button is leaking air, or there is water inside the tube.

Normally, the oboe is responsible for tuning within the troupe, but since the oboe in the troupe is not yet fully trained, the clarinet has been assigned the lead tuning role.

The clarinet section leader is Tatsuno Sawamura, who is the only male section leader in the section.

Gong Lingwang quite liked him. Although he was big, he was gentle and shy, just like everyone has a "little fat" or "big fat" friend.

“Ryuno, give me the standard pronunciation,” Shida Nana said.

Tatsuno Sawamura picked up the clarinet from his knees; his large frame made the wooden tube appear even smaller.

He tried a note, B flat.

The volume wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for An Hechun, who was playing percussion in the last row, to hear clearly.

The flute section on the side was the first to move, with all three flutes playing their standard notes. When two notes met, they produced a very brief beat.

Then came the oboe, saxophone, French horn, trumpet, trombone, tuba, layer upon layer, like rising waves crashing towards the crowd.

Gong Lingwang listened quietly. Tuning is a very simple thing; even a third-rate orchestra can do it well. If they can't even do this well, there's no point in playing.

As the last deep, muffled note of the tuba faded away, Nana Shida said:

Is everything ready?

Silence. No one replied, as if the answer had already been given.

Nana Shida flipped through the score.

"One, two, one, two, three, four—"

As the baton swung downwards, the snare drum sounded, and An Hechun's wrist flicked slightly, causing the drumstick to bounce on the taut drumhead, producing a series of clean and crisp single notes.

Two bars later, the French horn section joins in, and the gentlest tone of the brass section rises from the back. Thanks to the large number of French horn players, the luxurious lineup of four sections combined is extremely pleasing to the ear.

The other brass instruments followed the rhythm, producing a majestic sound, with the trumpet's tone bright, uplifting, and arrogant.

The earlier sections were all quite good, but as you go further in, the lack of fluency in the collaboration between the different voice parts becomes immediately apparent.

Even if the main melody is not out of tune, the low frequencies and mid-range frequencies of the other voices cannot match it, and it is no exaggeration to say that they are completely separated.

Because he lacks the skills of a "conductor," Miyamine Nozomi is currently unable to accurately pinpoint where the problem lies.

However, he believed that his ears were fairly accurate in their perception of music. He thought that the wood was completely rotten, like a fruit with a very shiny and bright outer skin, but the flesh inside was already rotten.

This level of ensemble playing had long since ceased at his previous school, yet Shida Nana was still conducting.

The notes of various musical instruments collided with each other in the first music classroom, and the timbre, which could be described as sewer garbage, lingered in Gong Lingwang's ears.

In the final four bars, the bass drum slammed down, the conductor's baton snapped, and the chords were almost torn apart in the air, lacking any of the clean and crisp feel of the opening.

"Pfft-"

Someone couldn't help but laugh, and you could see several girls poking each other with their arms.

"It's terrible... but I should be able to play, right? If that's the case, I should be able to play."

A muttering sound came from beside him. Gong Lingwang glanced to his left and saw Kohikana standing with her hands clasped in front of her chest.

Facing the now rotten state of the Haruki Brass Band, her expression was strange, a mixture of happiness and sadness.

"Okay, that's enough."

Nana Shida placed her baton aside and said...

"There are still some shortcomings. Each part has its own flaws. We need to continue practicing, and the leaders of each part should set a good example."

Gong Lingwang was getting a little anxious.

No, just tell me what's wrong with it. Who can take these nonsensical words to heart?

Miyamine Nozomi turned her gaze to the trumpet section, but Daidouji Seiko's expression remained unmoved.

So big.......

wrong!

Why aren't you saying anything now? You were so smug and unforgiving towards Supervisor Hayami, but why aren't you saying anything now that things are going on?

Is it because it's just a marching band ensemble that people don't care?

Or did she already know this would be the outcome, and it wouldn't have mattered even if she had said it on the spot?

"Let's call it a day for today's ensemble. Does the club president have anything to say?" Nana Shida asked.

In the bass voices at the back, Tani Hanane simply said:

"Yes, that is, the costumes for the marching performance have arrived, and everyone can go and get them."

"Yay!"

Upon hearing that they could receive performance costumes, the members became extremely excited and couldn't wait to pick up their instruments and repertoire and head outside.

Gong Lingwang was starting to feel a little annoyed. In his eyes, working within the department was fine, but working for useless people was a real problem.

He didn't care much at first, but he never expected the Haruki Brass Band to be so bad.

"Miyarei, how's it going? Did my trombone make you feel damp?" Mizuno Soji said with a grin as he walked over.

Gongling Wang looked at him and chuckled:

"Good water."