I play wind instruments in Kansai.

She didn't listen at all, only mumbled "uh-huh" to herself.

Gong Lingwang got up and went out.

There's no need to go to any secluded place; we can talk right outside.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Guess what good news I have for you?

A faint smile appeared on Kirishima Ruka's lips, a few strands of hair casually falling beside her ears, causing some of the boys in the class to look serious.

"What?" Miyamune asked.

"look."

Kirishima Ruka, whose hands had been hanging behind her back, suddenly pulled out a "club recruitment poster" sketched in pencil.

'Light Music Club! Heading towards the National Ensemble Competition!'

Looking at the brand-new recruitment notice for clubs, which was completely devoid of any frills, Gong Lingwang finally understood something.

Hayami was reprimanded by Daidouji in the office in front of so many supervisors, entirely because of Kirishima Ruka's new club.

"Kirishima-kun, are you—"

Seeing her slightly delighted expression, Gong Lingwang swallowed back the words he was about to say.

No, it's possible that I had a preconceived notion that Kirishima Ruka used her superpowers to control Hayami Supervisor and make him follow her will to establish the club.

Perhaps Hayami's decision was voluntary; after all, she hasn't been to school in a long time, and as her supervisor, he should cherish her courage to step out of her home.

But then, an indescribable unease suddenly welled up in Gong Lingwang's heart.

After learning that Kirishima Ruka possesses the superpower to control other people's thoughts, what will become of him?

Am I now simply following her lead in conversation, or am I developing my own self-awareness?

wrong.......

Since I am aware of this, it must be my own will, right? I was not swayed by her.

Gong Lingwang turned around and glanced at Liu Mujiedeng; their eyes met.

Perhaps she's right; keeping your distance from Kirishima Ruka is better for you.

but......

Should we really reject the kindness shown by others?

How am I any different from everyone else? Although no one will blame me.

At that moment, Miyamine Nozomi noticed that the girl who had looked like a doll from before was also looking at him.

However, she wasn't looking at herself; she was clearly looking at Kirishima Ruka, whose delicate and flawless face showed no expression.

"Hmm? What are you thinking about?" Kirishima Ruka asked, tilting her head slightly.

"Kirishima-kun, don't you know that there's already a brass band in the school?" Miyamine Nozomi first put aside the confusion in her mind.

However, one sentence from Kirishima Ruka left Miyamine Nozomi completely speechless:

"What does it matter? Just like lovers and spouses, they can love the same man and coexist as long as they communicate well."

Her words were outrageous, stimulating every nerve of Miyamune Nozomi.

Really? Is it really possible to do that?

“But Daidouji-senpai doesn’t allow clubs of the same nature,” Miyamine Nozomi said, barely suppressing her shock.

"You're not her, how would you know?"

"She said those words herself. I was right next to her at the time, and so was Supervisor Hayami."

"Hmm..." A slightly troubled expression appeared on her delicate face. "Let's take it one step at a time. It's only early spring now."

Kirishima Ruka folded the recruitment poster in half, pinched it between her fingers, and finally stuffed it into Miyamine Nozomi's shirt pocket, laughing as she said this.

"But Gongling, you'll join me, right? You'll come with me, right?"

Her words were extremely sincere, as if she were chatting with a very close friend.

There was no need to ask, Gong Lingwang thought, because if she wanted to, he would agree in the next second.

She can do anything.

6. The most loyal flesh-and-blood fan

Realizing the respect shown by Kirishima Ruka, Miyamine Nozomi pondered for a moment and said:

"I need some time to think."

Putting aside the fact that he's working hard with Kirishima Ruka, if he really joins her group, he'll be making an enemy of Daidouji-senpai and the entire brass band.

No, she wouldn't agree. Her life was too pitiful. Gong Lingwang never thought of himself as a heartless person.

Strangely enough, I'm not someone who's overflowing with compassion.

Just as two conflicting emotions were raging within him, someone shouted in a suppressed voice—

"Dai-Daidouji-senpai..."

Gong Lingwang subconsciously turned her head to the side. The wind slipped in from the open window at the end of the corridor, lifting a corner of the senior's skirt. Every fold told a story of charm that did not match her age.

She ignored it, simply raising her hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes slightly upturned, the gaze from her light brown pupils appearing extremely shrewd.

Gong Lingwang realized that something was wrong and consciously took a step back.

He is neither capable nor qualified to stand up for Kirishima Ruka.

Daidouji Seiko stepped forward and stood before Kirishima Ruka. The shadow between her legs and the hem of her skirt was particularly alluring, and her straight back exuded confidence.

"Kirishima-senpai?"

Kirishima Ruka blinked, clasped her hands in front of her lower abdomen, and said:

"It's me, hello senior."

“So beautiful.” Daidouji Seiko’s lips parted slightly, her words clear, “Come to the brass band during your lunch break, we should have a lot in common.”

She didn't give Kirishima Ruka a chance to refute her at all, and after speaking, she continued walking forward, arriving at the stairwell to go to the third grade.

"Daidouji-senpai looks really big." Someone whispered to Miyamine Nozomi.

indeed.

Miyamine Nozomi believes she's almost become Daidouji-senpai's loyal body fetishist.

He turned around and saw that it was the girl in his class who had greeted him quietly.

The two locked eyes.

"Hi, Kato Ai."

She smiled as she stretched out her hand, not openly, but rather in front of her chest, as if she were doing something wrong and not fully extended.

"Looking out from the palace ridge".

"I know you're very popular."

Seeing that he didn't come to shake hands, Kato Ai withdrew her hand without being angry. Her voice was clear and bright as she said with a smile,

"Kirishima-kun, what's your relationship with her? Are you boyfriend and girlfriend? Why would she come looking for you?"

"It's nothing," Gong Lingwang said before returning to his classroom.

"Eh eh eh~~~"

Kato Ai glanced at Kirishima Ruka again, and noticed she had left as well. After weighing her options, she decided to go with Miyamine Nozomi.

"Kirishima-kun was called to the brass band by Daidouji, you'll probably be called too, right?"

"do not know."

Kato Ai rested her hands on the table, her right leg slightly bent, the toes of her indoor shoes gently tapping against the wooden floor.

"Haha, how about I go with you guys?"

"why?"

"Why......."

Kato Ai's eye twitched, and she glanced to the side, muttering to herself,

"It's just about making friends, what do you mean by saying that... Are you pretending to be aloof?"

"No, what I mean is, what are you going there for?" Gong Lingwang asked.

"Hmm...Isn't it normal to go to certain places with friends? Like the restroom, after school, or even sleep in the same bed if you're close."

Gong Lingwang was taken aback for a moment, thinking to himself that this girl was really outgoing:

"You want to be friends with Kirishima?"

"No, no, to be precise, I want to be friends with both of you, and the brass band looks like a lot of fun." Kato Ai tilted her right cheek up, revealing a smiling expression.

If I can befriend these two people, I'll be the most dazzling person in the whole school—

"Hey, Ai-chan, I heard you've been hanging out with Miyamune and Kirishima a lot. How are they doing?"

"That's impressive, to dare to be friends with someone like Kirishima."

"Gongling also really likes being friends with you. That's great! I'm so envious of you."

Hehehe...it's nothing...

"By the way, you really studied at Shenxu? And in the brass band?"

"Ah."

"Wow, that's really amazing!" Her praise sounded somewhat affected.

"No, it's just that its foundation is very strong."

"What does this have to do with heritage? Don't the students change every year? In the end, it still depends on yourself."

"That's not true at all. As long as some people think about it seriously, Shenxu can become stronger."

"Oh...I see." Kato Ai nodded, completely bewildered but still deeply agreeing. "What instrument do you play?"

"flute."

"Wow, that's cool! Super cool brass pipes, I've touched them before, they're so hard!"

"It's a wooden pipe."

"Huh? Isn't it made of metal?"

"But it actually belongs to the category of wood pipes."

"why?"

Kato Ai seemed determined to get to the bottom of it, even though she knew nothing about it.

"Like the oboe and clarinet, the flute is a rim instrument among woodwind instruments. It produces sound by blowing air towards the edge of the embouchure hole, causing the air inside the tube to vibrate. This is consistent with the sound production of all woodwind instruments."

The person who answered was not Miyamine Nozomi, but rather Yanagi Yutomi, who had been watching the whole thing from the sidelines.

"Flutes used to be made of wood, but metal was used to improve the tone, pitch, and volume. It's like how cars are no longer powered by steam, but we still call them cars."

"You're so smart," Gong Lingwang praised generously.

"What do you mean? Are you looking down on me? Anyone who studies playing wind instruments knows this." Liu Mujie glanced at him and reached out to pinch the paper in his shirt pocket.

Gongling Wang said, "Liu Mu, I wasn't planning on giving it to you."

"So what? I took it myself, and you didn't even hold my hand when I took it." Liu Mujie opened the paper nonchalantly and began to examine the contents.

No? Would I dare to hold it?

"Hmm? A new club?"

"Isn't that amazing?" Miyamine Nozomi said.

"What's so impressive about her? Isn't she just an idiot? Going head-to-head with the brass band? She just arrived and she's already doing something like this?"

Liu Mujie gripped the paper with both hands, and with a "rip" sound, the paper was torn in the middle.