I play wind instruments in Kansai.

Koharu's tone sounded unhappy, but Anwa Jun smiled serenely and gently placed his hand on her shoulder, saying:

"Focus on doing your current job well, so that everyone can see that you've been working hard. If you get a position in the future, they'll think of you more often."

Hearing her say that, Kohinata Hina gripped the stick tightly with both hands, lowered her head and slumped her shoulders, and muttered a long string of words:

"What are you thinking about, the dancing stick? People like me who always do things quietly are the least noticed, right? In the end, everyone just dumps miscellaneous tasks on me because they think I won't complain. But I still believe that as long as I do things diligently, good things will come my way. I have to clean the instrument management room six times a week. Is this what Anhe-senpai meant by 'thinking more about me'? Why do selfish people always get better off, while those who give always get bad results? I should have understood this, but why, why am I still..."

Suddenly, she exuded an extremely strong atmosphere of decadence, which made Gong Lingwang feel a chill run down his spine.

I've heard from Yukito that Kohikari Hina transferred from another school.

As a fellow transfer student, Miyamine Nozomi felt that her situation was different from hers, as she had returned to Wakayama City because of her father's job transfer.

While Kohinata Hina is actually Kuma, she transferred from Wakayama City to Osamu.

Simply put, Koharu Hina is a student who transferred from a local school to another local school.

What is its purpose?

The only thing Gong Lingwang could think of was changing the learning environment.

An Hechun blinked, clasped her hands behind her back, tilted her head slightly, and her downturned eyes gave her a gentle look.

"Let's continue practicing."

Miyamine Nozomi switched the stick in her hand between her left and right hands. Anwa-senpai did the right thing; it was right not to continue the conversation on Kohinata's topic.

"gather--!"

Daidouji Seiko's voice resounded across the playground through the loudspeaker, and the two groups that had been scattered eventually came together.

"Oh my god, as expected of Liu Mu, she's dressed so cutely."

Willowwood Kite was waiting for instructions when a contrived voice, which was clearly praising someone, suddenly came from beside him. The voice lacked any intonation or rhythm.

She turned her head and found it was Gong Lingwang.

I could hear some girls saying things like, "He's so handsome!" "He looks like a character from a game!" "I'm coming!"—all nonsensical lines.

"What's going on?" Liu Mujie said, pouting.

Gongling Wang's gaze went downwards.

Her legs weren't as thin and straight as chopsticks, but rather had a healthy, fleshy shape, with the rounded inner thighs lightly touching each other without a single gap.

Are you wearing anything?

"what?"

"Safety pants".

He asked a shameless question with such seriousness that Liu Mujie's left hand instinctively clutched the hem of her skirt:

Why should I tell you all this?

Gong Lingwang slightly curved his lips and chuckled softly:

"I just don't want you, Willow, to be seen by anyone other than me."

Liu Mujie suddenly opened his eyes wide, then his face flushed red, and his heart pounded as he hugged his trumpet tightly, saying:

"You're crazy! You're never serious!"

Gong Lingwang just smiled.

He knew that although Liu Mujiedeng was stubborn, she was also a very proper girl and would definitely know how to dress.

Other girls would deliberately roll up their skirts to show as much of their thighs as possible, but she seemed to have rolled her skirt down a little.

It's very pretty, though.

40. It's so nice to order around my senior.

"Senior Anhe said I'm good-looking, and she was originally going to let me take the main card."

"originally?"

"Then I gave it to Kato-san. I think she's quite pretty, so it shouldn't be a problem."

"Why are you telling me this?"

Willow Wood Lamp looked a little unhappy and nudged Gongling Wang's side with his elbow.

Even after just a few days, Kirishima Ruka could tell that the intensity of their feelings for each other had not diminished with time and distance.

Instead, they are like recombined chemicals that can produce wonderful chemical reactions with just a touch.

Kirishima Ruka's fingers gently gripped the body of the trumpet. She could somewhat sense Yanagi's feelings for Miyamine, but she only hoped that Miyamine could be her playing partner, nothing more, and had no intention of competing with her.

It seems that the one who has been watching Miyamine Nozomi the whole time has become the bad guy.

"Gong Ling! Go to your place!"

Seeing that Miyamine Nozomi was still chatting with Yukito, Daidouji Seiko picked up a megaphone and started shouting.

Some members around let out a deliberately drawn-out "yo," which sent ripples spreading outwards, and several people nearby joined in the commotion.

Willow Wood Lamp pretended to be fierce, then turned and glared at the jeering crowd.

"Okay, sorry."

Gong Ling glanced at Daidoji Seiko, whose alluring curves undulated unabashedly, like a ripe peach, brewing the sweet juice of an entire summer.

But her expression wasn't as fiery as her figure; her aloof demeanor conveyed an indifference that made her completely unaware of her own heat.

"Anwa-senpai, are dating allowed in the brass band club?" Kato Ai asked quietly, holding up the sign.

An Hechun shrugged and said:

"I don't know, but even if the members want to talk, we can't stop them. It's human nature."

"Let's start practicing!"

Daidouji Seiko's voice made everyone take their positions, and they naturally took their places.

The light refracted from the musical instrument darted wildly through my pupils.

There are nearly seventy members in the wind band on the playground, although this number is nothing compared to other schools that excel in wind band performances.

But at Chiki Academy, only the brass band has that many members.

"The flag team is standing at the front, the one holding the card—"

Kato Ai raised her hand and volunteered, "Kato Ai."

Daidouji Seiko glanced at her but didn't say anything more:

"Because it's the first one, you have to be extra careful with your walking."

The person holding the trump card has no reference point and cannot look back, so they cannot walk too fast or too slow.

There were numerous instances of protesters pulling at each other during the marches.

Daidoji Seiko stood alone on the zinc-steel steps, holding a megaphone and began counting the chants.

"One, two, three, four—"

Under her command, the members maintained an upright posture and marched in the same steps, making sure not to fall behind or let the formation go astray.

Once you actually walk it once, it becomes clear: walking itself isn't difficult; the challenge lies in maintaining the same pace as everyone else.

Sometimes, I would deliberately pay attention to other people's pace, only to find that the other person was also paying attention to my pace, which caused complete chaos for both of us.

First, they practiced walking until they met Daidoji Seiko's standards, and only then did they pick up their instruments to play.

The difference between playing in a procession and playing while seated is significant and cannot be compared. Even the slightest imperfection can cause the sound to go out of tune, and members holding thick wind instruments may experience trembling arms due to fatigue.

But none of this mattered to Gong Lingwang; he was just a jack-of-all-trades.

The Osamu Brass Band wasn't particularly strong to begin with, but "The Swordsman's Entrance" was passable for the members, at least they were quite happy.

If he can play so poorly even when seated, let alone when playing in a procession.

We practiced for more than two hours, ending around 5:30.

"Ugh, it's so hot... my arms are killing me from holding it up like this..."

Kato Ai muttered something under her breath, raised her hand to pull her skirt away from her sticky skin, and tried to let the wind blow into her skirt to take away some of the stuffiness.

The wind carried the subtle fragrance of the flower tips, and the sunlight shone through the fabric of the uniform, slanting into Gong Lingwang's sleeves.

He stared at it.

"Everyone! Time to drink water!"

"Tani Hana shouted, followed by Shida Nana, Tatsuno Sawamura, Hasebe Souta and other third-year students, carrying various drinks.

She acted like a kind and friendly kindergarten teacher, smiling as she distributed water to the members.

Everyone got a share, including Miyamine Nozomi, who was given Pocari Swamposite by Ryūno Sawamura.

No, Gong Lingwang realized that he had actually come specifically to deliver the gift to Anhe, and that he was just passing by when he was with the other first-year students, which seemed more like a cover-up.

Anhechun unscrewed the bottle cap, revealing the skin on the inner thighs, which, due to standing for a long time with their thighs pressed together, were covered with a thin, oily sheen of sweat.

Seemingly noticing Miyamune's gaze, Anwa Jun paused for a moment, then smiled and shook the CC lemon drink in her hand.

Everyone else has regular Pocari Sweat.

"Would you like some?"

Hearing her words, Gongling Wang shook his head, raised the Pocari Sweat in his hand, and said:

"This one is more hydrating."

An Hechun smiled, looked away from the girl who was squatting on the ground, disregarding her image, and said:

"Look, aren't we all terrible?"

"Why do you say that?" Gongling Wang asked.

Anhechun tightened the bottle cap, held it behind his back, and gripped his wrist with his other hand.

“Even if Junior Gongling didn’t say it, I can understand that you’ve always looked down on us.”

“I didn’t say that.”

"Because you're a junior, that's all you can say. The environment here is terrible, which makes it impossible to be motivated to compete. There's no one or anything in the club that you're willing to contribute to. So what's the point of staying here?"

Gong Lingwang hesitated for a moment, then glanced around.

Kirishima Ruka was whispering something to Shiraishi Hitomi, her uniform clinging to her body in the wind, her legs longer and whiter than the other girls'.

Kohika Hina had gone to find Yanagi Yuuka at some point. Neither of them looked very happy. What were they talking about?

The two or three-year senior students seemed extremely happy, with several long shadows cast by the sunlight following at their feet, and the shadows of their skirts swaying on the ground.

"Because of youth," Gong Lingwang explained.

An Hechun tiptoed, causing her bangs to flutter slightly.

"Youth here is the least valuable and the least memorable."

Her tone was full of resignation, and although she maintained a faint smile on her face, this feeling of accepting her fate was heartbreaking.

"Anhe-senpai is going too far," Miyamine Nozomi said. "Anyway, you don't like percussion, do you?"

An Hechun paused for a moment, staring blankly at him, then smiled and said:

"That's true, but the thought that I won't be able to look back on this coming summer makes me feel a little regretful. Ah, what's meant to be will be, and what's not meant to be, you can't force."

Miyamine Nozomi didn't know how to discuss this topic with her, so she could only change the subject:

"Does Senior Ryūno like you?"

"He's a good person." An Hechun didn't seem to care and didn't give a direct answer. "Junior Gongling, you can make more friends with him."

It seems she receives this kind of benefit so often that she has become accustomed to it.

"Alright, pack everything up and put it in the storage room," An Hechun said.

“Anhe, classmate.”

Daidoji Seiko walked straight over.

An and Chun blinked quickly. Although they were both third-year students, they had very few opportunities to communicate and could not even be considered friends, just classmates.