I play wind instruments in Kansai.

She looks like a married woman.

Kato Ai slightly pursed her lips and walked towards the bassoon and oboe section, which now only had one person.

As a result, I thought that Minister Tani was fierce enough, but I didn't expect to run into Daidouji Seiko who came out of the classroom of the First Music Festival halfway.

The uniform clung to her body, her full breasts swaying gently with each step.

A small gap was visible between the buttons, which suddenly made Kato Ai think of a bizarre scene where a button burst open and slammed into the face of a passerby.

Every line on Daidouji Seiko's body disregards all rules, using her voluptuous body to bully all the girls in the brass band.

How infuriating! Kato Ai thought to herself as she looked down at her own growth, "Nine out of ten people who befriend Daidouji-senpai aren't really sincere!"

Just as she was about to enter the oboe practice room, she caught a glimpse of Miyamune Nozomi in her marching uniform.

He stood at the doorway, his gaze fixed on someone.

His shoulders fell where they should, his waist was neatly cinched, showing the slenderness and uprightness unique to a young man, and the buttons at his collar were neatly fastened.

The epaulettes, metal buttons, and crisp lines—these rugged elements, when worn by him, actually accentuate a clean softness.

Not only did she glance at it a few more times, but other girls also cast their gazes at it, and quite a few secretly took pictures.

“It’s… it’s drooping down…” A girl playing the clarinet in the club clutched her warm lower abdomen, gazing at Miyamori with fascination.

"Are you crazy?!"

His dashing appearance seemed to have an extremely fatal attraction for teenage girls who needed the nourishment of the opposite sex during their adolescence.

Kato Ai pursed her lips, just as Miyamine Nozomi turned her gaze over, and their eyes met in mid-air.

Her breathing slowed slightly as she watched as Miyamine Nozomi and Mizuno Souji, who were beside her, exchanged a few words and walked straight toward her.

Just as I expected! We just had to wait!

While she was secretly pleased with herself, Gong Lingwang came up to her and said directly:

"Kato-kun, lately a lot of girls have been adding me as a friend. Do you know why?"

"Uh?"

Kato Ai paused for a moment, then let out an awkward laugh.

"Huh? What's going on...?"

Miyamine asked, "They told me it was given to me by Kato-kun, is that true?"

Kato Ai swallowed hard, her fingers unconsciously twisting a strand of hair behind her ear, and turned her face away in embarrassment, saying:

"Huh? Is it really true...?"

“It’s quite troublesome to refuse people I don’t want to add,” said Miyamune Nozomi.

This also made him realize that Kato Ai didn't have those kinds of feelings for him, because if she really liked him, she naturally wouldn't want other girls to get close to her.

Just like a willow wood lantern.

Kato Ai simply felt that being with him would make her more popular; her thoughts were simpler than anyone else's.

"Don't boys like being surrounded by girls?" Kato Ai muttered to herself.

Gongling Wang stared straight at her and said:

"If everyone had a figure like Daidouji-senpai and a temper like Anwa-senpai, I would naturally be very willing."

"......"

Seeing that she didn't speak, Gong Lingwang sighed, opened her stock chart, and found that there was no change at all. Could it be that stable?

"How's your oboe practice going lately?" he asked.

"good."

Kato Ai clasped her hands behind her back, her indoor shoes, which covered her feet, were slightly raised, and the toes of the shoes gently tapped the ground.

If nothing unexpected happens, his next sentence will be an invitation to practice together.

However, Miyamine Nozomi simply nodded, said "Good luck," and then turned and left.

"Uh......"

Kato Ai was dumbfounded; this was completely different from what she had imagined.

What do you mean?

Has our training journey together come to an end?

Beside him, Mizuno Soji asked Miyamine Nozomi:

"Why do I feel like Kato-kun keeps looking at you?"

"You like me."

"You like me~~~" Mizuno Souji made a funny face and imitated in a sarcastic way.

But aside from his sarcastic remarks, he couldn't refute Miyamori Nozomi's words.

Who made Gong Lingwang the best at modeling in the whole school?

Especially now—

"Don't you feel ashamed to stand next to Gong Ling?"

Tatsuno Sawamura walked over and, without saying a word, pointed out what Mizuno Souji was worried about.

His large build suits him well in these crisp clothes, much better than Haruki's uniform, and he's a different type from Miyamine Nozomi.

Mizuno Soji became anxious, his face flushing with the shy blush typical of teenagers:

"You think I'm really incapable? It's all because of my pants!"

“Who told you to give false information?” Tatsuno Sawamura said.

"Alright! Everyone who has changed, please assemble on the playground!"

At Tani Hanane's instruction, the club members in the corridor finally began to move.

"Gongling!"

An Hechun stood at the entrance of the musical instrument management room, conspicuously standing on tiptoe, waving red and blue flags in both hands.

People within the department have gotten used to it.

Upon seeing this, Gong Ling hurriedly caught up.

The marching band consists of three parts: wind instruments, percussion, and flag bearers.

The instrument management room was mostly filled with people from the flag team, and the leader was An Hechun from the percussion section.

Here's a stick for you.

"Thank you, senior."

"Flag team, start!" An Hechun shouted, raising his hand.

In an instant, more than a dozen fair arms and flagpoles were raised, but only Gong Lingwang's hands appeared bony and slender, their skin tone appearing even darker in the light.

Upon arriving at the playground, everyone was making preparations.

The May wind carried the smell of the plastic track across the playground, and the sounds of brass and percussion instruments being tuned came from nearby. Members carrying heavy brass instruments were so tired that they simply sat down on the ground.

But in the flag-bearing area, it was so quiet that the only sound could be the fluttering of the flags.

It's more relaxed, and you have more free time.

Dozens of girls stood in five rows, their legs extending from under pure white pleated skirts.

Normally, the socks would be colorful and vibrant, but to maintain uniformity, only thin white short socks were worn at this time.

After standing there for only a few minutes, sweat began to trickle down Gonglingwang's forehead and flow down his neck into the collar of his uniform.

But he didn't feel uncomfortable at all, because this place was completely heaven, and Daidouji-senpai was the archangel there.

"Gong Ling, I've thought about it, you should stop waving the stick," An Hechun said as she walked over.

The wind brushed the hem of her skirt against the back of her thighs, where the skin was noticeably smoother and fairer than her calves, with the soft, lustrous sheen unique to teenage girls.

"I think my stick dance is pretty good."

Gong Lingwang said in astonishment,

"Why don't you want to dance anymore?"

Has Hasebe's big hand already reached out?

"Since I need to carry the ceremonial guards, you can take this and walk in front of me."

As An Hechun spoke, she handed over a very simple sign that read—

"Wakayama Prefectural Haruki High School Brass Band".

It was so simple that it was just a blue background with a white frame in the middle and the band's introduction written on it.

"This... wouldn't it be a bit inappropriate to change it at the last minute?"

He practiced his dancing with sticks for a long time, and now he's just changing them?

"I'll do it! I'll do it! I'll do it!"

Suddenly, an arm was raised high, and Kato Ai volunteered.

"If Gong Ling doesn't want it, then give it to me! I can totally take it! I won first place in my class at the junior high school sports meet!"

An Hechun narrowed her right eye slightly, seemingly not very willing to make this arrangement.

Because Kato Ai isn't very tall, not even as tall as An and Jun, it would seem a bit out of place to put her in the first position.

Of course, this is all in strict terms; a more lenient approach is fine, since it's not a competition.

“I think it’s a good choice for Kato,” Miyamine Nozomi said.

With him backing her up, Kato Ai involuntarily puffed out her chest and said:

"Senior Anhe, look, there's no problem. My face has been certified by Gong Ling!"

Gongling Wang said:

"No, it's because Kato is not very good at wielding the stick. Letting her go on stage might cause accidents. The safest thing is to go first and get a card. We shouldn't strive for perfection, but just to be safe and avoid making mistakes."

"Hmm... although those words didn't make me very happy..."

Kato Ai scratched her cheek somewhat embarrassedly and said,

"But he's right, all we want is stability, not necessarily good results."

An Hechun slung the sign over his shoulder, turned to the side, and hummed softly:

"If that's the case, and I'm looking for a safer path, I'd rather not let you play at all! That would be more like it, wouldn't it?"

"......"

Kato Ai was speechless for a moment. Seeing her deflated expression, An Hejun suddenly laughed:

"Haha, what's with that expression? Okay, here's your trump card."

"Thank you, senior!"

Kato Ai threw the dancing sticks behind her and caught the sign with both hands.

Kohinata Hina silently picked up the dancing sticks from the ground, stood still and watched them, then looked at the vocal sections lined up in formation.

The brass instruments shone brightly in the sunlight, and the light reflected off the silver keys stung her eyes.

“Yin Cai, you can only have one main card, okay?” An Hechun suddenly said.

"I didn't want to be in first place."

Kohiko Hina hunched her shoulders, grabbed a stick in each hand, and started swinging it.

The baton spun so fast that it was just a blurry, silvery-white afterimage.

Kohikari tilted her head back, her slender neck fully exposed to the sunlight, her throat rising and falling slightly, like a crane stretching its neck.

It caught perfectly.

"What amazing stick dancing! You're a genius!" An Hechun gave a thumbs up.

"...But that's not what I want to do."