I play wind instruments in Kansai.

However, the only thing that seemed a little strange to Gongling Wang was that the interpretation of Shiraishi Tong's unusual behavior was not quite the same as what he had expected.

He wanted Shiraishi Hitomi to have her own consciousness, to do whatever she wanted, and to become the 'Unicorn Queen'.

But she's different. The reason she wants to become stronger is just to better fulfill the entrustment. It seems strange no matter how you look at it.

But whatever, as long as it goes up, that's fine. Miyamine Nozomi's goal is to make Shiraishi Hitomi's stock price soar.

As for how it flew...

Who cares?

A serene smile appeared on Shiraishi Hitomi's delicate face as she looked at him and said:

"Okay, I understand. Thank you for coming all this way to chat with me."

Gong Lingwang was still basking in the joy of his heavily invested stock price soaring and hadn't carefully considered the meaning behind her words:

"I should be thanking you. It's getting late, so I'll be going now."

Shiraishi's mother didn't eat any of the fruit she cut, while Miyamine Nozomi used her fingers to pick up a peeled orange and put it in her mouth.

"Ah."

Shiraishi Hitomi raised her right hand, waved at him, and whispered,

"Bye-Bye."

Gongling Wang had just stood up with the instrument case in hand, paused for a moment, then raised his hand and said:

"See you tomorrow."

Leaving the music store, Miyamine Nozomi descended the narrow stairs and bumped into Shiraishi's mother as soon as she pushed open the glass door.

She was carrying a shopping bag with the "Moon Rabbit" dessert shop logo visible from the outside, and the bag contained gluten-free desserts.

Miyamine Nozomi intended to pretend she hadn't seen anything and walk away, but Shiraishi's mother suddenly spoke up:

"Wait, are you Xiaotong?"

"Yes." Gongling Wang had no choice but to stop.

"That's really rare."

Shiraishi's mother asked calmly, her slender ankles barely visible beneath her dress.

"By the way, I wanted to ask, has she been hanging out with Xiaoliuge recently?"

Her expression left Gong Lingwang unable to discern the purpose of her words. What would happen if she answered yes? Was she trying to stop him?

After careful consideration, Gong Lingwang simply shook his head and said:

"I do not know."

"Yeah......."

A melancholy expression appeared on Shiraishi's mother's face, and she sighed, saying...

“You are all the same age, and there are many things you can’t truly understand, but I still hope you can look out for each other.”

"......Yes."

Shiraishi's mother took out a small box from the bag; it contained mini cheesecakes with thick cookie bases.

"Here's a little dessert for you."

"Thank you."

"You're too kind. Welcome to come again next time."

Shiraishi's mother smiled, turned around, and walked into the stairwell.

Gong Lingwang did not go straight home. After much deliberation, he took a ride-hailing car to Liu Mujiedeng's house.

The lights on the second floor were on.

Instead of ringing the doorbell, he called Willow Knot Lamp.

She seemed to be playing on her phone, and the call connected in less than two seconds.

"What?" Willow Wood Lamp's tone was somewhat languid.

"I'm at your doorstep, come out for a moment."

All that could be heard was a dull thud, like the sound of her jumping from the bed onto the wooden floor.

A moment later, the window was opened, and Willow Knot Lamp, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, looked down.

"What are you doing here? Wait for me a moment."

She immediately closed the window. Gong Ling looked around but couldn't find any other private cars, only a white Honda Civic.

The door opened, and Liu Mujie Deng came out wearing slippers.

She was wearing a plain T-shirt, probably as pajamas, with the neckline a little loose from washing, revealing a small tan line below her collarbone.

Her lower body was covered by shorts that exposed her fair thighs. The shorts were wide-legged, and the slippers she wore made a clattering sound as she walked on the cement ground.

"What do you want with me?"

Feeling a bit hot, Liu Mujie raised her right hand to fan her face, and her lips looked even more moist than usual.

Gong Lingwang looked at her and smiled:

"It smells so good, did you just take a shower?"

Having gradually gotten used to his willow-knot lamp, she rolled her eyes, then noticed the instrument case in his hand and asked:

Where did you go to practice?

"I just went to Shiraishi's music store; I need to use up my maintenance sessions."

Hearing that he had gone to Baishi's house, Liu Mujie Deng crossed his arms and said:

"So? You met Xiaotong?"

"Yes, she looks beautiful in that dress, and she can even play the pipa. That's amazing."

However, Liu Mujie Deng didn't want to hear any of this and bluntly stated:

"So why did you come to me? Just to tell me this? To show off?"

"How could that be? I'm bringing you something."

Miyamine Nozomi mentioned the small desserts that Shiraishi's mother had given her,

"I don't know if you like it, but I thought I'd still bring it to you."

"For me?"

Liu Mujie looked surprised. The streetlight cast a warm yellow light on her face, and you could vaguely see that the tips of her ears were red.

Why didn't you bring a bag?

Her lips were pursed, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, which she couldn't suppress, so she simply kept her head down and pretended to look at the description on the dessert box.

“One hand is enough to hold it,” Miyamine Nozomi said.

"You came all this way just to bring me this late at night?"

Liu Mujie raised her eyebrows and stared at him, her tone as pouty as usual, but with a hint of coquettishness as she spoke.

"You have nothing else to say to me."

Something seemed to be surging out from the center of the girl's chest, as if a small animal had rolled over behind her ribs and its paws had softly pushed against the inner wall of her heart.

You can hear your pulse ringing in your ears, in your throat, and even deep in your lower abdomen.

"No, it's just a delivery."

Gongling Wang readily admitted it. Liu Mu Jie Deng held his breath, took a deep breath, clenched his left fist, and his full chest rose and fell slightly.

I suddenly feel a bit annoyed.

"Then I'll go first."

Gongling Wang said with a smile,

"This pajama set is quite plain and childlike, but you wear it with great style. Next time I'll get you a more girly set; I'm quite wealthy now."

"Huh? You want to die?!" Liu Mujie raised his fist and shouted loudly in a fierce yet cute tone.

Before her fist could land, Miyamune Nozomi, wearing sneakers, quickly ran away.

Seeing him run away, Liu Mujie was about to get angry, but she couldn't help but smile, her muscles involuntarily contracting uncontrollably.

Available tomorrow

This book didn't do very well, but I will still finish writing it carefully.

As before, the female characters in this book (who are all adults, anyway) who receive a lot of attention will be included and have in-depth conversations, unless the male protagonist's body can't handle it.

Speaking of May 20th, Dumpling really regrets not having a girlfriend.

If I had a girlfriend, I would spend that day making love with her in the room, sometimes even forgetting the time, and I might wake up and immediately start a second round with her.

If that were the case, I wouldn't have been admiring the view from the top of the A-share market on the 21st; instead, I would have been engrossed in chatting with my girlfriend.

It wasn't until the market closed that I realized I wasn't just a retail investor; I really was one.

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44. Senior, we might have children in the future (Seeking first subscription of 6K).

"Good morning, 7:00 AM in Wakayama. This is FM WAKAYAMA! Your 15-minute relaxation radio station. I'm your companion for today, Yuko."

"I am Youyuan."

"Speaking of which, today is the official day of the Wakayama Music Parade. Interestingly, if we go back a few years, Disney's floats also drove on Keyaki Avenue."

"Yes, it happened to be Disney's 40th anniversary. Although there were no floats this year, the excitement was still there. Not only school bands, but also marching bands and ballet companies, more than 30 teams participated."

"Wow, this year's parade is still huge! Just hearing about it makes me incredibly excited. So, what are the start time and location?"

"The weather is sunny today, and the official parade will start at 1 p.m. So everyone can sleep in this morning and enjoy watching the parade when they wake up."

Wow, I'm so happy!

The radio host spoke with a pure Kansai accent, reading his lines in a slightly affected manner.

"Don't we need to wear our marching uniforms today?"

The refrigerator door was pulled open with a 'pop', and Gongling's mother took out a chilled blueberry cheese sauce and handed it to Gongling Wang.

"I'll wear it when I get to school, since I have to attend the first few classes in the morning."

Wearing it out now would attract too much attention. Gong Lingwang isn't the kind of person who cares too much about what others think, but if he could, he naturally wouldn't want to be noticed.

Toast with blueberry cheese sauce is still the best.

Gongling's mother asked in surprise, "You're going to the parade this afternoon, but you still have classes this morning? Don't you practice?"

"The first two classes are required."

"That's really strict. Back in Hokkaido, you didn't even have to attend classes."

"That's different."

Gongling Wang finished his bread in a few bites, said goodbye to his family, and left.

Walking down the street, it felt no different from any other day.

Just as quiet as yesterday, the morning light slanted across the vending machine as usual, casting a small, square shadow.

The elderly neighbor was watering her overblown morning glories with a hose, the water seeping into a large dark patch on the asphalt.

It wasn't until we arrived at Wakayama Station that the atmosphere around us gradually changed.

Several girls dressed in marching uniforms and extremely short pleated skirts gathered around the ticket machine.

One person was buying a ticket, while the others were either squatting and playing on their phones or sitting on their hard-shell instrument cases, looking around indifferently.