I play wind instruments in Kansai.

Liu Mujie quickly withdrew his foot and slapped the hand that was pinching his thigh.

The flesh on her thigh bounced back, and soon Gong Lingwang's fingerprints were left, like rouge spreading on rice paper.

"You're so irresponsible." Liu Mujie glanced at him, seemingly very displeased.

Gong Lingwang stretched out his toes, thinking how nice a morning run would be.

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According to the school's requirements, students are not allowed to go home on their own and must take a bus back to school together.

On weekdays, it takes about half an hour to travel from the Beech Avenue to the Chimu Academy.

But because it was a parade today, there were many people and cars on the road, and time passed quietly in Miyamine's eyes as dusk drifted in from the other side of Wakayama Bay.

It took me almost fifty minutes to get back to school.

"Let's go," Willow Wood Lamp said softly.

Gong Lingwang stood up and stretched first.

After getting off the bus, Gu Huayin called roll again, perhaps worried that someone might jump out of the window and run away halfway.

After roll call, Miyamine Nozomi prepared to go home with Yanagi Yutō.

"All club officers and vocal group leaders, stay!" Daidouji Seiko shouted.

Her breasts were full and round, her waist was slender and delicate, and her hips spread out dramatically, making her look like a ripe peach that was about to burst.

But her expression was extremely cold, and her gaze toward the members was like a thin blade, capable of severing all their delusions with a single sweep.

It was as if no one could touch her body; they could only look at her from a distance.

Including the view from the palace.

“Let’s go,” Gong Lingwang said to Liu Mujie Deng beside him. “I’ll go get my bag; it’s still in the classroom.”

"Row."

Just as the two were about to leave together, Daidouji Seiko called out to him:

"Gong Ling, you stay too."

Other members who were to be disbanded all turned their attention to the matter, but no one raised any objections.

After all, it was Daidoji Seiko who suggested it, and anyone with a bit of sense would know that she was in a bad mood today because of the protest.

Other boys, including Mizuno Souji, looked on with envy and jealousy. They were both first-year students, yet the difference in their treatment was so stark.

But if we're talking about who had the worst reaction, it would undoubtedly be the flute's leader, Sōta Hasebe.

He is the group leader, but Daidouji Seiko made his group members attend the club meeting. Isn't that a slap in the face to him in public?

“Me?” Gong Lingwang stood there, stunned.

“Yes, stay here and wait in the first music classroom.” Daidouji Seiko’s tone was cold and left no room for argument.

"It's alright, let him go back. I'll talk to them about it." Hasebe Souta forced a smile that he thought was handsome.

However, Daidouji Seiko only glanced at him:

“I told him to stay.”

"..." Hasebe Souta's face turned ashen.

Gongling Wang glanced back at Liu Mujie Deng, and could only whisper to Daidouji Shengzi:

"I'll wait for you downstairs."

"It's okay, you can go home first, I'll tell you what happened."

“...Okay.” Willow Wood Lamp nodded.

Miyamine Nozomi was about to walk into the club building when she found Kohika Hinata and Toda Erika moving musical instruments together. They were always busy, no matter what.

He then thought that if possible, he should put in a good word for the girl.

As she entered the club building, Kirishima Ruka stood alone on the first-floor stairwell, her uniform making her stand out.

"You were also left behind?" Gong Lingwang stepped forward and asked.

"Ah."

Kirishima Ruka leaned forward slightly, her gaze passing over his side, where her small ear could be vaguely seen through the gaps in her hair.

"Didn't Liu Mu come along?"

"Daidouji-senpai didn't let her stay."

"so."

A faint smile appeared on Kirishima Ruka's delicate face. She took a shallow breath, and her youthful chest swelled up.

"Since she's not here, why don't you sit with me later? How about it?"

50. At that time, we'll each shout our own slogans (6K).

There was not a trace of pleading in her tone; rather, it was as if she were reciting a self-evident incantation, and the light in her eyes was warmer than the twilight.

"They won't use that on me again, will they?" Miyamune chuckled softly.

A gentle smile appeared on Kirishima Ruka's lips as she turned and walked upstairs.

"Since you've said that, you should already know the answer in your heart whether I've used my abilities or not, right?"

"Too."

Since he was thinking about this issue, it proves that he still has reason and the courage to refuse, so he should not have been "deceived".

As he walked up the stairs, Gong Lingwang's gaze lingered on her legs, the graceful lines of her fair calves outlined by thin white socks around her ankles.

Walking behind a girl in a skirt is quite awkward; looking up doesn't feel right, but looking down feels strange.

"Where's Shiraishi-kun?" Miyamine asked, trying to distract him.

"I'm going home first, since I don't know how long I'll be staying here."

Kirishima Ruka walked up the stairs, turned a corner, and her gaze fell directly on him.

"You care about her more than I thought."

Will it?

"I can't imagine any boys going to her shop to chat at night."

"I just don't want to waste the chances of instrument maintenance."

"Don't overthink it. I'd be happy if she could have more close friends," Kirishima Ruka said with a soft laugh.

Miyamine glanced at her profile and asked, "Does Shiraishi really like the piccolo?"

"do not like."

To his surprise, Kirishima Ruka admitted it very quickly, without giving him any time to think.

"But she has always been unwilling to say this to me, so what can I do? I'm already very tired, and I don't have the energy to care about Xiaotong's thoughts anymore."

If you have a well-behaved and obedient doll girl by your side, you might be happy at first. Just a few words of praise will make her very happy.

But as time goes by, both of them will change a little.

One party tries to get the other to express their inner thoughts as much as possible and get genuine feedback, but never gets a response, like a puppet.

On the other hand, how can those unspoken grievances, which have been hidden in their hearts, be vented?

“That’s also an option,” Miyamune said softly.

Kirishima Ruka turned to look at him with considerable surprise, her eyes widening slightly. She truly hadn't expected him to say such a thing; his sensitivity and perceptiveness were beyond her comprehension.

Seeing the gaze she cast at him, Gong Lingwang raised his eyebrows slightly. Even without saying a word, his face clearly said, "What's wrong?"

A charming smile played on Kirishima Ruka's lips as she raised her hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her delicate ear and said:

"I have a feeling that I can work hard with you, Gong Ling. In fact, I'm quite envious of Liu Mu."

Her words were extremely gentle, like a warm breeze entering Gong Lingwang's ears. He chuckled softly:

"Really? You make it sound like I'm some kind of genius."

“You didn’t exaggerate your approval of me, nor did you say anything else. If you had directly blamed me for Xiaotong, I would have felt it was fake and hurt. So I know that ‘this is also a choice,’ and it’s your restraint.”

"..."

In truth, Miyamine Nozomi did have something she wanted to say, but she felt that there would be no point in saying it.

Many words do nothing but add to one's sorrow.

"Speaking of which, I could have expected that I would be able to stay. Did Daidouji-senpai say anything about you being kept behind?" Miyamine asked.

Kirishima Ruka said:

"I think you're overthinking it. Daidouji-senpai is more magnanimous than we imagine."

The two arrived at the first music classroom, took off their shoes, laid them out, and opened the door.

The senior students haven't arrived yet, so let's move the tables and set up a few chairs first.

"Is this your first time, Miyamane?" Kirishima Ruka asked.

"This is indeed the first time I've worked with you."

"What if I said this is my first time attending a cadre meeting?"

"Judging from your tone, it seems like this isn't your first time?"

"Me too."

Miyamine Nozomi originally wanted to sit in the middle, but Kirishima Ruka said that she and Kirishima were in the same year, and it would be impolite to sit in the middle; she should sit at the end of the table.

“You can just say you want to sit with me,” said Miyamune, sitting down next to her.

“That’s strange, I said that when I went upstairs.”

Kirishima Ruka placed her hands on her thighs, perhaps because of the sweat she had produced in the afternoon; the sweat film on the surface of her skin prevented the fragrance of her body from spreading.

After a while, there was a sound at the door, and the door was opened.

Several girls, still wearing marching uniforms, walked in, with Daidouji Seiko leading the way.

The short skirt accentuated her long, shapely legs, showcasing their beautiful curves to the fullest.

Behind her followed executives and section leaders such as Kanon Tani, Nana Shida, and Jun An.

Although the Haruki Brass Band is not very strong, the girls are all of very high quality, making one wish to merge into their bodies and do whatever one wants.

However, Hasebe Souta was also inside. He was the last to enter and completely quelled Miyamine Nozomi's evil thoughts.

Hello, senior.

Miyamine Nozomi and Kirishima Ryuka both stood up at the same time.

Daidouji Seiko glanced at the two of them, then walked straight to the head chair on the left side of the table, and sat down.

The fleshy buttocks spread out slightly on the chair, like perfectly fermented dough, soft yet resilient.

—Gods, I beg you, in my next life I may be the chair beneath a young girl's buttocks.

"Junior Miyamine, Junior Kirishima." Of the group of people who walked in, only An and Jun greeted the two warmly.

Both of them responded.

"The only first-year student who can attend the meeting, what are your thoughts?" She sat down next to Miyamine Nozomi with remarkable ease, choosing to sit with a first-year student.

"I am extremely apprehensive," said Miyamune Nozomi.

“It doesn’t look like it at all.” An Hechun tapped her fingers lightly on the table and said, “Anyway, don’t worry, just listen carefully.”

"it is good."

Gu Huayin sat at the head of the table, while the conductor's platform stood listlessly beside her.

Ryūno Sawamura stood there and looked around. As a boy, he originally wanted to sit next to Miyamine Nozomi, but An and Jun took his place.

There was no other way but to sit at the end of the table on the left.

Hasebe Souta pulled up a steel pipe chair and came to the end of the table. He looked at Tani Hanon at the head of the table, sat down in the chair, and crossed his legs.