I play wind instruments in Kansai.

She's naturally beautiful, and her fashion sense is on par with the English supervisor, but lately she's stopped wearing bodycon skirts and stockings and is starting to wear dresses instead.

Miyamine Nozomi picked up a pencil and started doodling in the textbook. The system shop had guidance skills, as well as the "Heavenly Hearing" function, which was essentially an in-team voice chat feature.

He suddenly had an idea: to establish an 'in-team voice chat' with Hayami Tenma, given his command skills.

Just by having a spiritual connection with Hayami Tenma, she could be considered a mentor or advisor.

At that time, she only needs to stand like a hostess and repeat his words in detail.

Simply put, it's a mouth substitute.

However, the drawback is obvious: this ability is never truly hers.

Once Miyamune has had his fill of her—no, rather, one day in the future he'll lose interest in her and won't want to continue—she'll become that "blank slate supervisor" again.

This was definitely not a positive outcome for Hayami Tenma's life, causing her to fall from a high place to the bottom, which Miyamine Nozomi found extremely cruel.

Hayami Tenma twirled the chalk between his fingers, his gaze shifting away from Miyamine's face, and he pursed his lips slightly.

"Hey--"

Although she was a new supervisor, she had already seen students who were distracted in class, secretly eating snacks, or playing on their phones.

But she really didn't know which category to attribute Gong Lingwang's absent-mindedness to.

She pretended not to see him, but his gaze was too intense, he kept staring at her.

Calling him out by name in the classroom seems like making a mountain out of a molehill.

If he simply says, "I'm listening attentively," what should I say?

I'm so angry! I even warned him when I took him home last time, but this kid doesn't respect me, his supervisor, at all.

Hayami Tenma took a deep breath.

It's okay, it's just puberty. Boys' eyes always run faster than their brains.

"Mono no aware" is the core concept extracted by Motoori Norinaga in "The Tale of Genji". It is not a violent sadness, but a feeling of being moved by everything in the future, knowing that everything will eventually pass away.

As Hayami Tenma spoke, he feigned calmness and glanced subtly at Miyamine.

"Some students seem to be daydreaming. Please bring your attention back and listen carefully."

As soon as she finished speaking, the sound of chairs swaying could be heard from inside the classroom. Gong Ling looked around, wondering who Supervisor Hayami was talking about.

After finishing the Chinese classics class, Hayami Tenma Sei stood on the podium tidying up his lesson plans, squinting slightly as he said:

"Gong Ling, come to my office."

To be blunt, make him realize his place as a student.

Gongling Wang pointed blankly at himself:

"Well?"

At this moment, Liu Mujie raised her hand and said in a clear voice:

"Supervisor Hayami, the brass band is going to perform later, and Miyamune is going too. If it's not something important, can we talk about it later?"

Her voice made Tenma Hayami nod almost subconsciously:

"Huh? Oh, okay."

Seeing Inspector Hayami turn and leave, Yuuki Yanagi stood up without saying a word and went to Miyamine Nozomi's side:

Why does she keep contacting you? Are you a bad student?

"Not bad at all, very strong."

"Then why does she always contact you?"

"I don't know either," Gong Lingwang said casually as he packed his bag. "Let's go."

"You're not hiding something from me, are you?"

"No, there's nothing between me and Supervisor Hayami. Don't talk nonsense, it's terrifying."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true. By the way, what would you like to drink? How about we have something nice, like Suntory natural water?"

"Idiot, that's only a hundred at school."

"I meant to drink something nice, not something expensive."

As the two left the classroom talking, Kato Ai, sitting in her seat, muttered to herself with a serious expression:

"No wonder......."

It seems that the Demon King Liu Mujie has been pushing him too hard lately; it's best to avoid contact with him for safety's sake.

"Kato, shall we go?"

Kohikari stood in the corridor, raised her finger and gently tapped on the window.

"They're here, they're here."

Kato Ai stuffed all the books into her schoolbag, slung it over her left shoulder, and strode out.

A draft from behind pushed her skirt against her hips with a gentle force.

Starting with the pleats at the waist, then the subtle indentations naturally formed by the fabric's fit, and further down, the contours of the girl's round and full hips extend.

"How annoying."

Kato Ai murmured softly, using her hand to pull her skirt, which was pressed against her, back.

After passing through the elevated walkway, Kohinata Hina said:

"Kato, what do you need to prepare if you want to play in the match? Should we give your seniors a gift?"

"The last game?"

"It means going to section A."

"If you sing well, you'll naturally get the job, right? Giving gifts and stuff..."

Kato Ai rested her hand on her chin, then smiled awkwardly and said...

"Actually, I don't know either, but I'm the only one playing the oboe, so it shouldn't be a big problem. How many people are in the bass section?"

"Eleven."

"So many people?"

Kato Ai asked in surprise,

How many spots are available for A-level positions in the bass section?

Kohikana walked forward with her head down; there were scuff marks on the toes of her indoor shoes.

"Only six."

“What? Isn’t the chance high? I thought it would be much harder,” Kato Ai said.

"What are you talking about? Eleven to six means five people will be eliminated, which is almost half."

Kato Ai didn't find it difficult at all; on the contrary, she said in surprise:

Wow, there's a 50% chance we'll get in!

"Well!"

Kohika Hinata turned her face away and glared at her, looking somewhat sullen.

"If half of humanity were to die tomorrow, would you still think you have a good chance of surviving?"

Enter the club building and walk up the stairs.

"Hehe... I still think it's pretty big. Anyway, even if I die, it won't be just me dying alone. The feeling of dying alone is the worst."

"Hey, what are you two whispering about here?"

A voice came from above. An Hechun rested her arms on the cold metal bar and looked down from the corner between the fourth and fifth floors.

The two walked uphill.

"They were talking about the A-section candidate, and then Kato said 'Ughh ...

As Kohika Hinana was speaking, she suddenly let out a strange scream, which startled Kato Ai, who was standing next to her, so much that she trembled a few times.

"I didn't say that!"

"No, no, Anhe-senpai, what kind of clothes are you wearing! They're sooooo beautiful!"

Kohika Hinata raised her hand, pointing tremblingly at An and Jun's marching uniform.

Her fair legs, peeking out from under her pure white short skirt, were particularly eye-catching, like fine porcelain, with the muscle lines neatly defined by black calf stockings.

The upper body was covered by a blue shirt that contrasted with the white, with epaulettes on the shoulders, and the chest was slightly bulging under the uniform.

"My long, straight black hair makes my skin fair, and the wispy bangs on my forehead can modify my face shape. My ahoge (cowlick) is the finishing touch, making my long, straight black hair more natural and playful. My nose is small and delicate, and my legs are long. I am a beautiful girl."

Watching Anwa Jun lean against her hip with one hand and smooth her long hair with the other, exuding charm, Kohinata Hina's facial muscles twitched, and she muttered under her breath:

"Uh...you shouldn't be the one saying that."

39. Gongling certified, marching uniforms are really nice!

“But it’s really cute,” Kato Ai said in surprise.

"Right? I think he looks good in anything except for Haruki's uniform."

An Hechun pinched the hem of her skirt, and twirled around in a pretentious manner, saying,

"This outfit was made last year, and I didn't expect it to fit so well a year later."

Hinata blinked and muttered:

"This means that even after a year, Senior Anhe has not grown at all."

"Well--"

An Hejun, her face flushed, pointed at Kohinata and said,

"It's not your place, little barren sage, to say that!"

"Senior Anhe, my surname is Kohinata."

"I know! Kumamoto's bastards!"

You can't say that.

Kato Ai smiled sweetly and said,

"It should be said that even after a year, Anhe's figure is still very well maintained."

Anhe Jun took a big step to Kohinata Hinata's side, reached out and pinched her cheek, saying:

"Look at her! She's given me so much to learn how to talk to her senior!"

"Ughhhh—!"

The two were "physically entangled" together, and Kato Ai could only stand by and laugh awkwardly.

No one else had ever done anything like that to her. Although she had many friends, they were all quite polite.

Upon entering the corridor of the wind instrument section, many members had already changed into marching uniforms. The bass section members were carrying a huge instrument, something never seen before in the first music classroom.

However, Kato Ai didn't ask what it was, otherwise it would make her seem ignorant. She could just take a picture and search for it online later.

"Wow, you're so beautiful! Can we take a picture together?"

"My senior has such a great figure, so cute~~~"

"Were your legs always this thin?"

"I also think it's better to have slightly chubby legs; being too thin doesn't look good."

The sound of members discussing things could be heard from time to time in the corridor, especially at the entrance of the bass practice room, where Minister Gu Hua was extremely popular.

As Kato Ai passed by, she deliberately slowed her pace and focused her gaze on Tani Hanane.

She had a full bust, a slender waist, and thighs that were not thin but rather plump and rounded.

Her light brown hair swayed slightly with her movements, and the gentle smile on her face was as sweet as honey, enough to make your brain slurry.