I play wind instruments in Kansai.

“Miyarei, let’s go,” said Mizuno Soji.

There are already few boys, and he and Gong Ling are the only boys in the whole year.

I went outside, found an empty classroom, locked it, and drew the curtains facing the corridor.

"I never imagined that one day I would have to be so honest with you." Mizuno Souji seemed a little embarrassed.

"It's not like she's completely naked."

"Sorry, I'm a bit naive. I get shy even with my best friend."

"......"

Gongling Wang didn't bother to say anything and quickly changed into his uniform.

The upper body is a light blue crisp shirt with epaulettes on the shoulders, and the neckerchief is a navy collar with a silver metal button sewn at the end.

The trousers were plain white long pants, nothing special.

Because the Gongling Wang lamp was individually measured close to the body, it fits perfectly and doesn't feel constricting.

"Oh no, these pants seem a bit long."

Mizuno Soji lowered his head dejectedly, his trousers drooping listlessly, the cuffs even reaching the ground.

Gongling Wang said, "It can't be that much different?"

"Hmm, I just slightly exaggerated my leg length."

"You're not just putting on a show, are you...?"

Mizuno Souji panicked at the thought of having to wear this outfit to practice that afternoon and said:

"What should I do? I can't just go like this, it's too embarrassing."

"First, roll up your trouser legs, then when you get home, have your family use safety pins to pull your trousers up."

"...This is the only way."

Mizuno Sōji squatted down and rolled up his trouser legs.

"No, this is so ugly! It looks like a tumor!"

He said awkwardly, glancing again at the perfectly fitting Miyamune, his face contorted with unbearable suffering.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Suddenly, gasps of surprise came from the girls next door. Gong Lingwang subconsciously looked at the wall next to him. He had already noticed that the next room was the girls' changing room when he came in.

I don't know who caused the sensation.

He took off his clothes, changed back into his Haruki uniform, and left the classroom, leaving Mizuno Souji alone inside, ranting and raving.

Back in the flute and piccolo practice room, Erika Toda was sitting next to Hitomi Shiraishi. It was clear that she really wanted to get along with this first-year student.

Although there are many girls in the wind instrument club, the piccolo is a complete exception; she is the only girl in the club.

"Junior Miyamune, how is it? Does the clothes fit?" Erika Toda looked up and met his gaze.

"Hmm, it fits perfectly." Miyamine Nozomi stepped forward and asked, "Shiraishi-kun, aren't you going to try the clothes on?"

The plastic bag on the table was completely unopened.

At the same time, he discovered that the chair he usually sat on was being sat on by Erika Toda.

"Well......"

Hitomi Shiraishi's lips parted slightly, the setting sun casting a honey-colored glow on them.

"I've tried it."

"So fast."

Gongling Wang said with a smile,

"Speaking of which, Shiraishi is really amazing. He's only just started playing the piccolo, and he's already able to play it to this level."

The topic was brought up, and Erika Toda, who wanted to build a good relationship with her, immediately chimed in:

"Right? I was surprised too. I heard that Shiraishi used to play the tuba, so it's hard to believe she switched to the piccolo. I never expected she was such a genius!"

Hitomi Shiraishi looked up at the two of them, her eyes like beautiful stones exposed after being repeatedly washed by the water on a riverbed.

She didn't answer. Erika Toda took a deep breath, thinking that this junior was too reserved. After thinking for a moment, she smiled and said:

"Wow, Shiraishi-senpai, where did you buy that U-shaped white hair clip? It's so pretty."

"Well."

Shiraishi Hitomi blinked, then raised her hand, took the hair clip off her hair, and handed it out with both hands.

"Uh..." Erika Toda looked at her in surprise, and after a while said, "Is...are you going to give it to me?"

A conflicted glint flashed in Shiraishi Hitomi's pupils. Her legs moved beneath her skirt, and her shoes made a soft rustling sound as they scraped against the floor.

"If Toda-senpai likes it, I'll give it to you."

Erika Toda didn't think much of it and was a little stunned, but she immediately stood up to show respect:

"Th-thank you..."

Seeing her remove the hair clip from her palm, Shiraishi Hitomi's shoulders slumped slightly, and a groan-like sound escaped her throat.

Isn't that a bit odd? This looks like it was given out of necessity. Gong Lingwang's eye twitched.

Looking at Erika Toda, she thought she and Hitomi Shiraishi had already established a basic relationship. She tied her hair with a hair clip, made a flower shape with her hands, and rested them on her chin, saying:

"Junior Gongling, what do you think? Does it look good?"

".......nice."

Miyamine Nozomi didn't want to say it out loud because right now only Shiraishi Hitomi was feeling down, but if she did, there would be two people feeling down.

"Hehe, that's good." Erika Toda said with a sweet smile.

"Why would Shiraishi-kun want to play the piccolo? Shouldn't someone who plays the tuba switch to the trombone or oboe?" Miyamine Nozomi moved a steel pipe chair over and sat down in front of Shiraishi Hitomi to ask.

Switching from the tuba to the piccolo is an extremely radical leap.

The breathing techniques are completely different, and the mouth shapes are worlds apart; the finger techniques need to be relearned.

Hitomi Shiraishi remained silent, her profile resembling that of a delicate porcelain doll, her features so exquisite that they lacked any human warmth.

An eerie silence erected a high wall between the two, and those beautiful black pupils seemed to encapsulate all the darkness in the world.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked,” Miyamune said.

Erika Toda sat on the chair, her bare thighs resting against the edge, her full thighs overflowing and slightly bulging into an arc:

"I think Shiraishi would be better suited to the oboe, but Kato is already in the oboe now."

"She's an idiot."

Gongling Wang said without any mercy,

"Kato's oboe talent is not outstanding, and it's questionable whether he can even perform before the competition."

"Huh? Is it that bad?"

Erika Toda placed her hand on her thigh, mustered her courage, and pinched a piece of flesh, saying...

"Shiraishi-senpai, if you don't like it here, then go to the oboe section. I know the bassoon leader over there. Suzuka is a lot of talkative, but she's a really nice person!"

"Who?" Gong Lingwang asked.

"Suzuka Sho, a girl in my class, is really cool!"

"Never seen it before."

"Of course, a few days before you joined the unit, she took a long leave to go back to her hometown and will not return until the march is over."

Erika Toda adjusted her posture, causing her thigh muscles to shift, compress, and deform.

"Shiraishi-senpai, I can help you make a connection."

In her mind, a large part of the reason why Shiraishi Hitomi didn't want to talk was because there were too many boys in this vocal part.

She felt the same way at first, but she endured it because she liked the flute. Although Gongling was also a boy, he made her feel much more comfortable.

"fine."

Shiraishi Hitomi shook her head and said softly,

"The piccolo is fine, anywhere is fine; the oboe is fine too, I can do it whenever you need me."

".......Hmm."

Erika Toda blinked, looked up, and met Nozomi Miyamine's gaze.

“Toda-senpai,” he said.

"Ok?"

"I've wanted to say this for a long time: you're sitting in my chair."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Erika Toda quickly got up. The chair couldn't hold her, but it left a light red mark on her thigh.

37. Stay away from my childhood sweetheart

It's alright, Miyamine Nozomi thinks the chair will be very happy.

If I could, I'd like to be a chair in my next life.

"Don't say that, Shiraishi-senpai. You should think of yourself first, then the club," Erika Toda said with a smile.

Hitomi Shiraishi lowered her head and gently pressed her left thumb, saying:

“I have never thought about the club’s well-being; this kind of club won’t last long.”

Her words immediately surprised Erika Toda, who glanced at Nozomi Miyamine somewhat bewilderedly and said:

"I see..."

Indeed, judging from the club's current performance, Shiraishi-senpai is not wrong, and she cannot refute it with a clear conscience.

"Xiaotong?"

A sound came from the doorway. Kirishima Ruka stood there, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear to highlight her delicate and pretty face.

Hitomi Shiraishi nodded slightly, packed up her piccolo, and headed outside with her instrument.

Kirishima Ruka smiled politely at the two people inside the room.

When she and Hitomi Shiraishi entered the corridor, she let out a long sigh, as if trying to expel the pent-up emotions that had been building up in her lungs:

"Xiaotong, you should at least try to get along better with the people in the club and do things your own way. I can't keep helping you forever."

Following behind her, Shiraishi Hitomi parted her lips slightly, glanced to the side, and whispered:

"What should we do about Liu Ge?"

Kirishima Ruka immediately composed herself, frowning slightly as she said:

"What does that mean? Of course I'll take care of myself; I'm not a child anymore."

"Then why did you go to Gongling, Liuge?"

"—!"

As if her sore spot had been hit, Kirishima Ruka's throat moved slightly, almost uncontrollably.

"These are the people we need to win over in order to go to the conference. Xiaotong, you should know how much I love playing wind instruments."

Hitomi Shiraishi didn't speak; her heart was pounding, and she felt a persistent itch deep in her throat.

"Don't push yourself too hard, it's okay even if you don't perform," Kirishima Ruka said calmly. "Just focus on practicing your piccolo."

Shiraishi Hitomi's gaze fell on the exposed thighs beneath Kirishima Ruka's skirt, and she asked:

"Should I go to the oboe?"

Kirishima Ruka glanced back at her, a hint of guilt flickering in the depths of her eyes:

"It depends on Kato's situation before the conference, if you'd like."