I play wind instruments in Kansai.

"It's alright, I have a very good relationship with Supervisor Hayami," Miyamine Nozomi thought to herself.

"If there's nothing else, let's adjourn the meeting here," said Gu Huayin, standing up. "Have a nice weekend."

Sōta Hasebe didn't even bother to tidy up his chair before turning around and leaving.

Ryūno Sawamura and Miyamine Nozomi made eye contact. Seeing that his junior didn't seem to be planning to leave, he had no choice but to leave alone.

"Goodbye, junior Miyamine." Nakajiko Rizhao gently patted Miyamine Nozomi's shoulder.

Turning his head, he saw a gentle-looking senior student smiling at him.

"Yes." Gongling Wang nodded.

As she changed her shoes at the door, Akamatsu Chiyo teased Medieval Hitsuru with a playful grin:

"What's up? Are you interested in him?"

Medieval ancient sun shines, half-squatting down.

The hem of the short skirt tightened with the movement, obediently clinging to the back of the thighs, the skin gleaming with a clean, almost ceramic-like soft sheen.

She put her feet into her shoes and said in a calm tone:

"Well, it's not that I'm interested in him, but I have a feeling of wanting to protect a talented junior."

"Oh, Mommy~~"

Chiyo Akamatsu crouched down, her hips accentuated by the position, and reached out to embrace her body.

"Can you please take care of me a little?!"

"Stop it, don't do that—"

Medieval Rizhao merely nudged her with his shoulder, more like a coquettish gesture.

"You two have always had a good relationship."

Shida Nana put on her shoes and said,

"Everyone's saying that one of you was a boy in your past life."

Chiyo Akamatsu looked up at her, and from this angle, she could see the skin tone of her thighs hidden deeper beneath her skirt:

"Nana, are you going straight home?"

"work."

Chiyo Akamatsu asked with a smile:

"You're still working part-time at a convenience store? Aren't you making enough money performing for other schools?"

"Most of them are guest appearances, and not many people are willing to watch performances in Wakayama City."

Shida Nana slung her schoolbag over her shoulder, lifted her foot, and tapped the toes of her shoes together.

"However, I probably won't have much time for part-time jobs in the future."

Chiyo Akamatsu said in a very serious tone:

“Then you don’t have to participate in club activities. That way you’ll have plenty of time to do part-time jobs and perform in paid shows.” “Chiyo!” Nakaseko Hidate tugged at her skirt.

"It's okay, it's better to tell the truth. I don't like beating around the bush."

Nana Shida wasn't angry at all.

"Although it is difficult, I want to work together with everyone."

For Shida Nana, she didn't know if she had boarded a train that would offer no reward even if she worked hard.

But she understood that if she didn't choose this path, she would be on a train that would take her away from Daidouji Seiko and the others.

The most obvious choice is the easiest to make.

"Don't block the doorway."

An Hechun came out from inside, squatted down, and picked up her pair of shoes.

"Anhe, do you have any plans for tonight?"

Chiyo Akamatsu asked, her nose filled with the unique scent of a girl, a fragrance of milk and a faint aroma of soap.

"Let's go home," An Hechun said.

Chiyo Akamatsu bluntly asked, "Playing games again?"

"I often read literature books too."

"But your grades in Chinese classics aren't very good."

"Being able to eat doesn't mean you can cook."

An Hechun pulled down the hem of her short skirt.

"You should change your clothes before leaving the school; this skirt is really short."

"I have safety shorts underneath, it'll be fine," Chiyo Akamatsu said, waving her hand dismissively.

Amano Sari also walked out of the first music classroom:

"Um... I don't think this has anything to do with safety shorts, it's entirely a matter of shame."

"Hmm... Shari, let me see."

Startled by Chiyo Akamatsu's overly frank request, Sari Amano instinctively pulled her skirt down a little, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks.

"Eh?"

"I'll do it myself."

As Akamatsu Chiyo was about to make a move, Nakazeko Hijiri grabbed her arm and pulled her forward, saying, "Don't go crazy at the club members!"

"What's wrong! Everyone is so cute! I'm a girl too!"

"Precisely because I am also a girl, I need to understand what shame is."

"Let me see the one that's in the sun."

"No."

The two talked as they left the corridor. Amano Sari finally loosened her skirt and let out a soft sigh of relief.

"That scared me to death..."

"Chiyo is like that; the more nervous you are, the more excited she gets."

An Hechun clasped his hands behind his back and smiled at her.

“If Shari just adopts an indifferent attitude, she will lose interest.”

"It's impossible to be completely indifferent."

Amano Sari's voice now carried a restrained, slightly trembling, and somewhat bittersweet quality.

"Girls all care about this..."

As An Hejun smiled slightly and prepared to leave, Amano Sari suddenly spoke to her slender and quiet back:

“Anhe, classmate.”

"Well?"

She turned her head, and her long, ink-black hair, like a waterfall, was elegantly swirled, drawing a perfect arc.

A faint, orchid-like fragrance wafted through the air.

Amano Sari's heart skipped a beat.

In her mind, Anwa Jun and Daidouji were different; within the club, she was a typical pure and beautiful girl.

Within the club, if I were to name the most ordinary third-year student, it would probably be myself: average looks, average musical ability, and average physique.

"What's wrong? You called me but didn't answer," An Hechun asked.

"Uh, um, that's it."

Looking into her clear eyes, Amano Sari clutched the hem of her skirt and said...

"Isn't this not good for you?"

"What's not good?" An Hechun tilted her head.

"Wind Ensemble".

"Ah...you mean that? It's nothing."

An Hechun shrugged and unconsciously sighed, saying...

"Anyway, I don't think I can last much longer."

Amano Sari pinched the hem of her skirt hard: "Does Anwa think there's no chance?"

"Wouldn't it be strange if it succeeded?"

An Hechun tilted her head slightly, her delicate eyelashes drooping as the light of dusk filtered into her pupils.

"Reality isn't a game with cheat codes. If it were possible to achieve things simply through slogans and willpower, there wouldn't be so much resentment in the world."

The reality is terrible, and An Hechun is absolutely right.

Just now in the first music classroom, Amano Sari was indeed a little smug from everyone's "approval," and even felt a little happy when she left.

Now that I've calmed down, that feeling of elation has long since vanished.

To hide her wavering, she couldn't help but curl her toes:

"Maybe we can do it."

"Well, so I'm trying it too, I don't want to spoil everyone's fun."

An Hechun smiled and said,

"I will come to every practice session from now on, until everyone gives up."

Hearing her say that, Amano Sari felt a little disappointed.

She desperately wanted to find motivation in everyone, even if that motivation was an addictive drive that disregarded reality.

"You also live in the area around the former palace, right? Why don't we go home together?" Anhejun asked.

Amano Sari paused for a moment: "Huh? Don't you usually hang out with the first-year students...?"

An and Jun had an excellent relationship with the first and second year students, which was common knowledge within the club.

"They left early because they were kept behind for the meeting, and it's so lonely going home alone."

"Hmm, okay." Amano Sari tried her best to put on a gentle smile.

Have you ever heard Kato play the oboe?

"Have."

"It's terrible, isn't it?"

"There is a lot of room for improvement. We need to give time and tolerance to everyone who dares to practice the oboe."

"She really wanted to be in the spotlight, which is why she chose the oboe."

“That’s a good thing. Having this mindset gives you more motivation.” Amano Sari seemed very happy.

“Shari, you are truly the most forgiving team leader in the world.”

"Anhe too."

"Just call me Chun, or Xiao Chun is fine too."

"May I?"

"Why not? I've always thought you were too proper. I'd be happier if you called me Chun."

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Inside the first music classroom.

Gu Huayin sat demurely, smoothing the strands of hair that covered her rounded chest, and said:

"When Supervisor Hayami returns, you have to act like nothing happened, okay?"

"I know without you telling me."