I play wind instruments in Kansai.

Gong Lingwang lowered his head and smiled, and the words "Whatever" appeared on the screen.

She then posted a meme of a black man with a big sausage and a pouting expression.

"Alright, alright, is everyone here?"

A familiar voice suddenly rang out from the front row. Miyamine looked up and found that the person who came up was actually Hayami Tenma Sei, who was wearing a tracksuit.

"Supervisor Hayami, what are you doing here?" Not only was he confused, but everyone else was also puzzled, so Kato Ai took the initiative to ask.

Not long ago, he said he was leaving the department in the first music classroom. What does it mean to get back on the bus now?

Moreover, although Anhe and her senior sister managed to smooth things over at the time, it still left a rather unpleasant impression on some people.

Hayami Tenma Sei had a helpless smile on his face; the clothes he was wearing were ones he had changed at the last minute.

“Students must be accompanied by a supervisor when they go out. I don’t have classes in the afternoon, and the other supervisors at the school are also unavailable, so I have to come.”

It's all fake. She saw that the head of the teaching department was clearly free too. He just didn't want to be idle in the afternoon. He's a bad leader.

Are there any seats available?

“Here.” A slender arm was raised; it was Kohinata.

Hayami Tenma glanced subtly at Miyamine Nozomi, then placed a hand on Kohinata's armrest and said:

"Does anyone get carsick? I have some medicine with me. And if you really can't stand it, I also have plastic bags."

“Me!” Kato Ai immediately raised her hand.

"You get carsick?"

Liu Mujie frowned. She didn't dislike being with people who get carsick, but she hoped they wouldn't vomit if possible.

Hayami Tenma handed over a pill; it was originally a large slab, but she deliberately cut it into individual pieces with scissors.

"No, I quite enjoy riding in cars."

Kato Ai tucked the pills under her skirt and said,

"But I don't know why I feel dizzy when playing games with Anhe, this helps a lot. I'll save it for later."

Liu Mujie's prominent under-eye bags twitched, and he couldn't help but complain:

"Then can't you just not play? Aren't you an oboe player?"

"Anyway, playing all day won't make you regress much, and practicing all day won't make you improve much either," Kato Ai said with a smile.

Willowwood Lamp stared at him, wide-eyed, and said:

"Huh? What are you thinking? Are you hypnotizing yourself for indulging in self-destruction?"

Kato Ai's face tightened, and she picked up a Polaroid camera, exclaiming out the car window:

"Wow, clouds! They're huge!"

There was a huge cloud in the sky, so large it seemed domineering, resting steadily on the light blue canvas, its outline so clear it was almost sharp.

The edges, illuminated by sunlight, exhibit a highly textured highlight.

She had absolutely no desire to talk about topics like diligence and ambition, and Liu Mujie was too lazy to discuss these things with her, since it wasn't necessary to play the oboe anyway.

The instructor's skill, the members' talent and hard work, and the correct selection of music are far more important than the instrument arrangement itself.

Meanwhile, Kirishima Ruka, sitting inside, looked out the window and saw Anwa Jun, her senior, resting her chin on her hand, through the window of another bus.

Whether she noticed or not, she smiled and waved her hand.

Kirishima Ruka paused for a moment, unsure if she was greeting her; it would be terrible if she was misunderstood.

After much deliberation, she decided not to respond and instead looked away and sat up straight.

"Who are you greeting?" Amano Sari asked curiously, glancing out the window as well.

"No."

Seeing that Kirishima Ruka pretended not to see her, An Hejun smiled, her long, white legs beneath her skirt resembling pure white milk without a trace of dirt.

"I've only been away from here for a short time, and there are already so many amazing first-year students."

Amano Sari bent her legs at a perfect 90-degree angle and said calmly.

"There's hope this year."

“I remember you said the same thing last year,” Anhe Jun retorted mercilessly. “And then we didn’t even make it to the Kansai Tournament.”

"But I heard that the first-year students are very strong this year, so there is hope for them."

Amano Sari said something else, and An Kazumi squinted his eyes in annoyance.

"Instead of placing your hopes on the next generation, why not place them on yourself?" said the girl sitting across the aisle. She was Daidouji Seiko.

The skirt of her marching uniform was already short, and it looked even shorter when she sat down; the pure white pleated skirt lay flat against her thighs, just below the groin.

Sitting next to her was Kanon Tani. Both of them were attractive young women, but regardless, Seiko Daidouji was slightly more voluptuous than Kanon Tani.

“But the brass band can’t win gold just by one person.” Amano Sari gave an awkward smile.

Daidouji Seiko crossed his arms and said in an unquestionable manner:

"What we need to do from now on is to ensure that everyone has the ability to win gold."

"this......"

Amano Sari didn't know how to answer; she knew that Daidouji Seiko had been enduring for two years.

This year, she finally became a third-year student and the vice-president, finally taking the helm of the brass band. With her personality, she was absolutely unwilling to spend a year in mediocrity.

The problem is that this kind of thing can't be done just by talking; it requires the cooperation of all members and the instructor's own strong abilities.

"Alright, I support the Holy Son."

Gu Huayin tilted her head slightly and said with a smile,

"That's great. If I can go to the Kansai convention, I won't feel ashamed if I put it in the cupboard and come back in the future."

"To get to the Kansai Conference, you have to get past Wakayama Prefecture first."

A voice came from behind her. Shida Nana stood up from the back row, placed her hands on the cushions of Daidouji Seiko's chair, and said...

“Wakayama Prefecture has two spots, but fifteen schools are vying for them. Last year, it was Hoshibayashi and Otakayo.”

"These are probably the only two left..." An Hechun blinked and said.

Hoshibayashi and Otakayo are practically the two dominant schools in Wakayama Prefecture, having qualified for the Kansai Tournament for four consecutive years without any doubt.

Even so, these two schools, which dominated Wakayama Prefecture, were instead outmatched by strong schools from other regions at the Kansai Tournament, winning mostly bronze medals.

In the Kansai region, a veritable monster-hunting cage, Wakayama Prefecture hasn't qualified for the national tournament in ten years, and even winning a scrap gold in the Kansai tournament is extremely difficult.

Reality is very harsh; to think that you can climb from the bottom to the top in a short period of time is nothing short of a pipe dream.

"As long as you work hard, you will have a chance," Daidouji Seiko said solemnly. "No matter what, we have to give it our all."

No one was willing to respond to her words; even Tani Hana-on just kept smiling and muttering, "I have to try my best."

"Speaking of which, Junior Hinata transferred from Hoshibayashi High School." An Hejun placed her hands on her thighs and clapped them back and forth on her fair thighs.

"Who?" Amano Sari asked.

An Hechun explained:

"A first-year student, playing the euphonium in the bass section. She was small, but played quite well. When she stood up, she was almost up to me."

She raised her hand and stroked her lips back and forth.

Amano Sari asked, puzzled, "Why were you transferred from Hoshibayashi? Isn't this a demotion?"

At that moment, the bus started moving, and Nana Shida, who was standing, swayed slightly, her skirt first brushing against her shapely buttocks before falling down.

"The pressure on Xinglin must be too much." Her voice was almost drowned out by the car engine.

"Nana, sit down and fasten your seatbelt," Tani Hanane turned her head and reminded her.

"Oh."

An Hechun, however, stated bluntly:

"If she's really under too much pressure, wouldn't it be better for her to just leave the department? Is it really necessary to change her learning environment?"

"That's true."

Amano Sari agreed in a low voice.

As the bus drove onto the street, the number of pedestrians increased exponentially as they got closer to the parade location. She unconsciously pinched the hem of her skirt with her fingers, wanting to pull it down a little.

“Maybe it’s because the competition over there is too intense, and they thought they could still get playing time in Chiki,” Shida Nana said.

Daidoji Seiko looked up at the roof of the bus, where there were obvious stains:

"No matter what, as long as she is strong enough, she has a chance to play. We cannot ignore anyone with ability."

Nana Shida stated bluntly:

"So that's why you and Junior Gongling are so close?"

"Although it wasn't a formal performance, his talent is undeniable."

The Holy Son of Daidoji made no attempt to conceal his true intentions and directly defended Dao.

"Don't put on airs just because he's a first-year student. The seniors are the ones with real talent in the brass band."

"I don't really want to say it, but we still need to be careful of boomerangs," Nana Shida said seriously.

"If this statement really comes true for me, I should be happy."

Upon hearing her words, An Hechun leaned forward slightly and smiled with great interest, saying:

"Holy Son, if you had ten million yen right now, how much would you choose to donate to charity?"

Daidoji Seiko stared directly at her and said:

Why are you asking this?

"It's a social experiment. I want to do my summer research project ahead of schedule. I've already thought of a topic: 'Observation of Social Human Nature'." An Hechun smiled, her bright white teeth very noticeable.

Daidouji Seiko frowned, his hand resting on his chin as he pondered:

"If this ten million was earned through hard work after I started working, I would probably only give a small portion or even nothing at all. If this ten million was won in the lottery, I would probably give half of it."

“Realistic!” An Hechun gave her a thumbs up. “As for winning the lottery, Shali said she would choose to donate it all.”

Gu Huayin cast her gaze over, the sunlight streaming through the car window caressing her fair legs. In the warm sunlight, she smiled radiantly.

"Eh~~~ Really? Sari is so kind."

Amano Sari's face flushed red. She pursed her lips repeatedly, raised her hand to pinch her nose, and said, "No..."

"So? What's the difference?" Shida Nana asked.

An Hechun coughed lightly and raised her index finger, saying:

"Most of those who say they are willing to donate all their money are just boasting and trying to put themselves on a moral high ground. They don't need to give anything in return; they can prove and demonstrate their noble character just by saying a few words."

"Eh?"

Amano Sarito, who had been praised by Tani Kanon, was stunned. His cheeks turned even redder, and he quickly explained.

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that, really! I didn't think that much!"

"Don't worry, Shali is an exception. If she says she'll hand everything over, she must be kind!" An Hechun said with a smile, tilting her head.

Amano Sari raised her hand, looking aggrieved, and gently patted her shoulder, saying:

"Then why did you say that? How annoying!"

"Anwa-kun, do you think I'm that kind of person? Because you're the only one who asked me that question," Daidouji Seiko asked.

An Hechun shrugged, her long black hair draped over her shoulders forming a straight line.

"No, I'm just curious about who will actually lead us, and what kind of personality they will have. If we want to stay in the brass band, we should get to know each other."

Her words cast a shadow over Daidouji Seiko's expression, while Amano Sari scratched her head helplessly beside her.

Whether it's based on reality or an attempt to demonstrate one's superior thinking and uniqueness within this utterly useless community, only time will tell.

"Why do you think I accepted the position of vice minister?" Daidouji Seiko said in a low voice.

A gentle smile played on An Hechun's lips. Although she could be quite carefree at times, she always knew how to maintain a proper balance.