I play wind instruments in Kansai.

As soon as I arrived at the floor of the brass band, I saw a person dressed as a panda mascot being surrounded and laughed at by Tani Kanon and several third-year senior students.

"Who is it?" asked Tatsuno Soji.

"Let's talk about Senior Anhe."

I felt it was something she was capable of doing.

As soon as he finished speaking, the person wearing the panda mascot took off their headgear.

The person whose face was revealed was someone Gong Lingwang didn't recognize.

It must have been very stuffy inside. The girl's bangs were stuck to her skin with sweat, and she had the air of a young woman from the Taisho era.

"who is it?"

"I don't know..." Mizuno Souji had never seen it before either.

“Amano Sari, the leader of the bassoon and oboe group. It’s normal that you haven’t met her before. She just got back today.”

An Hechun appeared behind the two of them without them noticing, and explained with a smile,

"But don't worry, she's a very nice person. At least she won't use her senior status to intimidate people."

She had changed into her marching uniform, and perhaps thanks to her tall figure, she looked incredibly youthful in it, with her long, straight black hair adding to her charm.

Mizuno Soji blushed and dared not speak, while Miyamine Nozomi remained completely at ease.

"But what's with this panda plushie?"

"Because this girl wanted to go up and march without practicing, and she hadn't tried playing in an ensemble, so we thought of having her dress up as a doll and go in the parade."

Gong Lingwang frowned, his mood not very pleasant.

"Isn't this bullying? Isn't it hot to go out wearing a mascot in this weather?"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Gu Huayin laughed as she spoke, her shy tone seeming to scrape at his heart:

"Just kidding, it's too late to play the flute, but Shari can go to the flag team for a walk."

"Hmm, don't I need to wear this?"

Sari Amano, her face flushed and panting from the stress, said...

"It's okay. It's all my fault for not telling everyone beforehand that I was coming to the parade. I only rushed back today. I don't complain about wearing this, and besides, I didn't bring last year's uniform..."

Daidouji Seiko emerged from the girls' changing room and said calmly:

"That won't do. What if you faint from the heat while wearing this to a parade? That would be even more troublesome."

A perky butt, a slim waist, a voluptuous bust, a cool and aloof face, and long legs.

Miyamine Nozomi couldn't help but gasp. Although Anwa-senpai had a nice girlish charm, she was still worthy of being Daidouji-senpai.

"Then, then I..."

"Don't worry, I already saved a set for you just in case," Shida Nana said, holding up a set of marching uniforms.

"Nana..."

A warm feeling flowed through Amano Sari's heart, and a gentle, sweet smile appeared on her face.

"Then, then I'll wear this."

"Aren't you going to change your clothes?" An Hechun asked from beside him.

Miyamine Nozomi snapped out of her daze, while the shy Mizuno Souji ran into the boys' changing room with a flushed face, sulking as she changed her clothes.

His trouser legs looked fine; they must have been specially repaired.

Gong Lingwang quickly got dressed, put his phone on the table, turned on the camera, and looked at himself on the screen, doing his hair and makeup.

Stepping outside, the instrument management room was noisy and chaotic.

"Handle all musical instruments carefully to avoid bumping or knocking them. Smaller instruments should be carried in your own hands, as the truck fare is calculated based on weight!"

Tani Hana was directing from the doorway when Miyamine noticed that Kohinata Hinata, who was clearly a member of the flag team, was also inside carrying the Susa.

The corridor was bustling with activity, making it seem chaotic, but he immediately spotted Daidoji Seiko.

She was carrying a black instrument case in her right hand, and she stood by the window watching them move the instruments. Her thighs, visible beneath her skirt, were noticeably thicker than those of the girls around her.

But her rounded thighs don't look fat at all; instead, they are full of firm elasticity, as if they can devour all reason, making them even more alluring.

"Senior Daidoji," Gongling greeted her.

"Hmm." Daidouji Seiko glanced at him but didn't say anything more.

"Have you figured out a new mentor?"

"No, I haven't seen it. I'll follow the school's arrangements."

"What if it still doesn't meet your expectations?"

"Keep searching."

"What if it never meets the requirements? Or maybe the school simply doesn't care?"

Daidouji Seiko turned her head and stared at him, saying:

Are you looking for trouble?

Gongling Wang shook his head and said:

"No, I just thought you might need to consider this. I'm telling you this because I'm your senior."

"......"

His words sounded strange, making Daidouji Seiko feel very awkward, but upon closer inspection, they were indeed true.

In her mind, Gong Lingwang was already an upward force in the club, so who else could she follow if not her?

Should they follow that indecisive Minister Gu Hua? Or should they follow An Hejun, who only wants to have fun?

He was a very arrogant junior, and there was no way he could follow behind these two. Only I could control him.

What do you think?

"After the march, we need to determine the club's style, but we can't let a situation like Hayami's happen again."

Upon hearing this, a surge of anger suddenly erupted within the chest of the Daidouji Seiko, who coldly said:

"Are you telling me how to do things again?"

Gongling Wang deliberately reminded him:

"Senior, I'm your person, and I'm truly sincere towards you. If we want the club to improve, you definitely can't do it all by yourself."

"......"

Daidoji Seiko felt goosebumps rise on her arms, her round thighs pressed tightly together, forming a perfect seam.

She rubbed her legs together and said calmly:

"Stop saying things like that. Just say what you have to say."

“Okay, first we need to define what the club is. Is the wind band club just a hobby, or does it emphasize professionalism and ability? If it's both, we need to split it into two departments and implement different systems. If you forcibly transform the wind band club from a hobby club into a competition-based club, don't you think that would be very difficult?”

Daidoji Seiko said solemnly:

"The brass band's goal is to compete in the national competition, and that plan has never changed. If you don't want to participate in the competition, then what's the point of staying in the club? Playing around will only affect those members who want to improve."

Miyamine Nozomi was getting anxious. She was only focused on one thing: that only those who wanted to compete deserved to stay in the brass band.

"Senior, we should keep things in check. Those who want to participate can go, and those who don't can go play in Section B. This isn't about abandoning anyone. Maybe one day in the future, the people in Section B will be influenced by the people in Section A and want to participate in the competition too?"

Daidoji Seiko crossed one arm, making his chest appear even more prominent, and said in a cool tone:

"Who? Can you name a few?"

"I can't say it now, but it's a matter for the future, who knows?"

Gong Lingwang scratched his head in frustration, speaking faster as he said...

"For example, you might have a boyfriend in the future, and maybe that boyfriend will be me? We might even have a lovely child—"

"Hey!"

Daidouji Seiko glared at him and reprimanded him sharply, a faint blush rising on her cheeks—not the shyness of a young girl, but shame.

"I knew it from the start. You were mocking me? Playing with me?"

She seemed a little angry, her voice rising slightly, drawing the attention of the department members in the corridor.

"Sorry, sorry, I was just using an analogy."

Miyamine Nozomi quickly apologized,

"But Daidouji-senpai is smart, she should understand what I'm saying."

Daidouji Seiko scoffed disdainfully and said coldly:

"Of course I can tell what you're saying. You're molesting me and revealing your innermost thoughts."

"..."

No way, senior!

45. Marks and short skirts

"What are you talking about? Why are you getting so angry at your junior?" Gu Huayin walked over with a meaningful smile.

Daidouji Seiko pursed his lips, ignoring her words:

"Everything ready? Time to go."

"of course."

Gu Huayin smiled and glanced at Gong Lingwang.

Without saying much, Daidouji Seiko picked up her instrument case and went downstairs.

"That's just how the Holy Son is, Junior Brother Gongling, don't overthink it."

Gu Huayin gently comforted her, her delicate face filled with concern.

Gongling Wang said:

"fine."

Although Daidouji Seiko was somewhat unhappy, she was not stupid, and it was only a matter of time before she understood.

Gu Huayin took a step forward, turned halfway around to stand shoulder to shoulder with him, and clasped her hands behind her back against her hips.

The girl's arm was only ten centimeters away from him:

"What are you talking about? Can you tell me?"

A warm sensation, accompanied by an alluring virgin scent, wafted over me from my side.

If someone lacks willpower, a certain burning sensation will have already arisen in their mind, causing their emotions to become euphoric, making them want to spill out their true feelings.

Just then, I ran into Kohiko Hina coming up from the stairwell and then into the instrument management room.

"It's nothing, I was just wondering why Kohinata-san, who's on the flag team, still has to help carry things," Miyamine asked.

"Ah... this..."

Gu Huayin's face clearly showed disappointment, as if she hadn't heard what she wanted to hear.

"Kohinata is a very nice person. She always volunteers to do things. That's really good."

"What about skills?" Miyamune asked.

"That's good too."

Gu Huayin narrowed her eyes slightly, and her cherry-colored lips curled into an unnatural smile.

"It's not very good, but... it's still very good."

That's completely nonsensical.

"Can she get into Section A?" Miyamine asked bluntly.

Gu Huayin took a step back, her buttocks pressed directly against the windowsill behind her. Her plump figure, through the thin fabric, was slightly deformed by the pressure of the hard stone.

"Well, these things are best left unsaid."