I play wind instruments in Kansai.

"Don't be angry. I just want to know more about Daidouji so we can help each other, right?"

“All you have to do is manage the percussion section,” said Seiko Daidouji.

"I'm trying my best."

"I had no idea you'd been playing games the whole time."

"I was trying my best while playing the game."

"Wait a minute, Xiaochun, your grades aren't very good, are you sure you're okay?" Gu Huayin asked.

An Hechun's fingers danced nimbly on her thigh; she seemed quite relaxed about it.

"I'm not good at studying, but if things get really bad, I can always go to an arts school. I'm actually quite cute. Becoming an actor in the future doesn't seem so bad either."

Shida Nana chuckled softly:

"Is it that kind? I've thought of something for Chun. The title could be something like 'A Once-in-a-Millennium Beauty, A Night You Can't Forget,' or 'A Cute Girl, Trying to Be Custom-Oriented.'"

"I'm very serious!"

An Hechun crossed her arms, barely supporting her legs. The pleated skirt slid down one thigh, revealing the skin that was usually hidden beneath.

"If I don't pass the exam in the future, I'll go into acting. Young girls need to make a living while they're young and make a fortune. When I become a rich man in the future, I'll invest in charity."

"With the economy downturn, even rice is expensive."

Nana Shida said,

"I really think that going into business is the fastest way to make money."

"No way!" An Hechun retorted. "I want to have a proper job."

Although she said that, she was still a little depressed. The thought of the future gave her a huge headache.

Amano Sari quickly nodded in agreement, saying:

"Yes, we must resolutely resist bad influences."

"Alright, alright, we're almost there," said Gu Huayin.

"So fast?"

"It's right on Beech Avenue in the city center."

◇

When the bus arrived in the city center, the streets were already packed with people, with spectators holding cameras and musicians preparing to participate in the parade everywhere.

"So many people..."

Kato Ai pressed her hands against the car window, where she could see many girls in beautiful clothes walking outside, their musical instruments gleaming in the sunlight.

The annual procession attracts 60,000 to 70,000 spectators to gather along the roadside, making it a grand event.

She looked at the encyclopedia entry and thought—

That's incredible! To stand in the first place in front of so many people, wouldn't that be the center of attention?

Who knows, I might even make it onto the cover of a newspaper?

"Get off the bus, everyone listen to the minister's instructions!"

Hayami Tenma shouted.

Gong Lingwang got off the bus.

Everywhere you look, there are legs, legs, legs, and more legs. The socks are basically either white ankle socks or black calf socks; there are no other types.

There were so many girls participating in the parade and playing instruments, and their uniforms were all different, with skirts being particularly eye-catching.

Some of these schools have already begun adjusting their sound systems in place.

"Start tuning the instruments as soon as they're unloaded from the truck! If there's no tuning area, we'll tune them right here! We only have three minutes; once we're done, we'll leave and make room for the next school!"

Daidoji Seiko shouted loudly, attracting the attention of many people around.

Her superior figure seemed overly arrogant here, even to the point of being brutal, causing girls from other schools to stare wide-eyed.

Although it's big, what's ridiculous is that it doesn't feel out of place at all.

"Miyarei! Where's Kohinata-senpai?" Anhejun asked anxiously as he walked over.

Gong Lingwang glanced around. He had just seen Kohi Xiangyincai, but she had disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Supervisor Hayami, where's Kohinata?"

"Ok?"

Hayami Tenma, who had been watching Daidouji Seiko intently and couldn't help but sigh, paused, then quickly looked around but couldn't find her.

"I do not know."

“Supervisor Hayami let a student get lost. If something happens to Kohinata, we’re doomed,” said Nozomi Miyamine.

After hearing what he said, Hayami Tenma Sei looked exhausted and hurriedly went to look for it.

The music playing on the instruments was too loud, so An Hechun put her hands on her hips and shouted at him:

"Idiot, you should go find it too!"

Even without her saying so, Miyamine Nozomi was already planning to go.

But there are too many people here, and an excessive number of people with similar figures to Kohinata Hina.

The girl from Wakayama Prefecture is doomed.

The noise gradually intensified, with brass section tests taking place one after another, and hurried footsteps and greetings echoing everywhere.

"Hey, look—"

"This is bad... He's too handsome... Which school does he go to?"

"I don't know, he... he's coming."

"Wait, don't be scared."

"Don't talk nonsense. You're the one who's scared, aren't you? Why are you hiding?"

Several girls wearing miniskirts were discussing amongst themselves when they saw Gong Lingwang approaching. They immediately shut their mouths and pretended not to see him looking around.

Hello.

Gongling Wang took the initiative to greet him and said,

"Have you seen a girl wearing the same color uniform as me, around my height, with pigtails, who looks a bit stubborn, easy to bully, and has some psychological trauma?"

He was focused, his eyes and brows possessing a gentle quality unique to youth. The wisps of hair on his forehead were gently ruffled by the wind. He raised his hand and casually smoothed his bangs.

He is handsome and gentle; any teenage girl in puberty would be unable to resist looking at him, her hormones surging.

"Uh...no."

One of the girls spoke in a shy voice, biting her lower lip,

"Um...which school do you go to?"

Gongling Wang said, "Treat the wood."

"What kind of school is that?" She and her friend exchanged puzzled glances.

“I know, the one near Jili, that place.”

"Ah, that one."

"Hey~~~ Why is it that one?"

They started to show an "Oh~~" look of understanding, and Miyamine Nozomi could even sense that their interest in her had diminished considerably.

I didn't want to continue chatting with them; I continued my search.

At this moment, the first team, stepping to the rhythm of the drums, began to take their positions at the intersection of Mikicho.

Although it was still early before their turn to play, Miyamune Nozomi was getting a little anxious and started jogging.

The May sun was already quite strong, and a thin layer of sweat seeped from his forehead, making his uniform collar slightly damp.

I ran past some school's trumpet corps, and everywhere the instruments were gleaming and reflecting light.

He was like a wolf that had been starving for a long time, his gaze almost greedily licking the bodies and faces of every girl.

I don't even look at tall girls or girls with big breasts, or girls with long hair; I only look at poor girls.

I usually find watching JK (high school girl) classes to be a pleasure.

But the longer he looked, the more agitated Gong Lingwang felt, a mixture of anger and worry.

After wandering around for a while, I finally saw the Japanese daisy.

She stood there alone, holding a dance stick, the hem of her uniform skirt fluttering slightly against one leg in the wind.

She didn't do anything; she just stood quietly watching another team adjusting their sound.

It was too quiet, and seemed out of place with the surrounding atmosphere.

47. I also want to gain confidence (6K)

Kohika Hina's gaze was fixed on the girl who was walking towards her.

She had pigtails, a cute face, and a similar figure to hers, but her chest was also quite flat.

She was wearing the parade uniform of Xinglin Higher School.

Unlike Zhimu's dress, which was somewhat fluffy, the overall color of the dress was orange-yellow, and she wore a beret that was askew on her fluffy curly hair.

"Hey--"

The other person's lips curled into a slight smile, their tone laced with a hint of mockery, but their face remained expressionless.

"I found an idiot standing here, thinking about coming over to see what it is."

"Well......"

"Long time no see, it's Hina," she said softly.

Kohinata Hina's fingers tugged at the hem of her skirt. Just by looking at the texture, she felt that her uniform was far inferior to Hoshibayashi's.

"Suzuna, are you alright coming over here?"

Kondo Suzuna leaned on her hip with one hand and said:

"First of all, the march is still a long way off; secondly, Xinglin is quite far back in the group; and thirdly, I'm not that important within the department, so even if I were gone, they wouldn't notice immediately."

Kohinata Hina's gaze swept over the bustling Hoshibayashi Concert Band, then settled on her, saying:

"It's amazing that you can see me without wearing glasses."

"Didn't you know there's something in this world called contact lenses?"

Kondo Suzuna was also observing her, her gaze finally settling on the dancing stick in the girl's hand, and then she let out a soft hum.

"uh-huh."

"......"

Noticing her meaningful hum, Kohinata Hina gripped the stick tighter, pursed her chin, and said...

"What's the matter?"

"fine."

Kondo Suzuna raised her finger and gently twirled a strand of hair behind her ear as she spoke.

"I just wanted to hear how stupid the Kumamoto accent is, since I haven't heard it in a long time."

Kohikana swallowed hard and couldn't help but retort:

"The Kansai dialect sounds very nice, but your Kansai dialect is the only one that sounds very bad."

Kondo Suzuna's eye twitched, but she still breathed a sigh of relief and said in a calm tone:

"Let me tell you, I'm already an A-level editor. I told you before, I would participate in the audition and get along well with everyone. Oh, sorry, these things happened after you unilaterally broke off our friendship, and you went to Zhimu."

"What do you mean? Did you come here specifically to show off this? To prove that 'the old saying, though bitter, is a good medicine'? To say that if I had listened to you back then, I wouldn't be in this situation now?"

Kondo Suzuna tilted her head back, adopting a matter-of-fact expression, and pointed her thumb behind her without turning around.