I play wind instruments in Kansai.

The pitch of the sound Daidouji Seiko uttered from his throat noticeably increased.

"I will have the school find another counselor."

After she finished speaking, she stood up and walked towards the door.

With her shoulders slumped, Tani Hanane looked at Kirishima and Miyamine and said:

"Get used to it, that's just how she is."

"I'm leaving now," said Gongling Wang.

Kirishima Ruka asked, puzzled, "Aren't you coming back with me?"

"I still need to go see Supervisor Hayami."

After finishing speaking, Miyamine Nozomi quickly left, opened the door, and saw Daidouji Seiko walk into one of the classrooms.

I went up to it, but the door was closed.

In the club's practice room, there is no such thing as private space, so Miyamine Nozomi reached out and pressed the doorknob.

"who!"

From inside came the questioning voice of Daidoji Seiko.

"It's me, Gong Ling."

"doing what?"

"There are some things I'd like to talk to you about. May I come in?"

Suddenly, there was no sound coming from inside.

"Daidouji-senpai?"

"...I'm changing clothes. Tell me what's wrong at the door."

Daidouji Seiko's tone was more composed than usual, but it was too serious and seemed very affected.

Miyamune couldn't help but fantasize about certain fabrics slipping off her body, like a peeled lychee revealing its glossy, plump flesh.

The light would flow slowly down her spine, linger briefly in a cluster of shallow dimples at the waist, and then slide down to the only two full areas.

Round and plump, all imaginable words seem inadequate, making one unable to resist fantasizing about the feeling of fingers sinking into it.

Knowing that his thoughts were offensive, Miyamune Nozomi, who was going through puberty, raised his hand and patted his head to try to regain his senses.

"Are there any other people inside?" Miyamine asked.

What do you mean by that?

The aloof senior seemed a little angry.

"I'm sorry, I only wanted to say this to you."

"...I'm all alone."

"When I go to see Supervisor Hayami, you also need to make your stance clear to her."

"I want one too?"

The aloof senior seemed somewhat unwilling.

Gongling Wang explained:

"Because you were the one who let her go in the first place, now that she's coming back, it depends on your opinion. If your will isn't conveyed, what's the point?"

He's right. The brass band is said to have three executives, but everyone knows that Daidoji Seiko ultimately holds the power.

"You don't need to say it in person. I can relay it to you, or you can send a message directly," Gong Lingwang reminded him.

"Alright," said the Holy Son of Daidouji. "Is there anything else?"

Gong Lingwang couldn't hear a sound of fabric rubbing; her voice remained at the same pitch throughout.

It seems that as long as he doesn't leave, the aloof senior has no intention of continuing to undress.

Gongling Wang let out a soft sigh and said:

"Senior, since you made this choice, you must bear certain responsibilities. This is different from the so-called 'self-responsibility' imposed on you by others. Whether you see it as a shackle or as motivation to strive for excellence, it means you must carry this responsibility through to the end."

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

"What I mean is, I've started to get serious, so please don't embarrass me with just words."

"I don't need you to remind me of this. Tsk, aren't you leaving?"

"I'm leaving, I'm leaving."

Gong Lingwang raised her hand where she couldn't see her. Although she really wanted to get along with the cold and aloof senior, she didn't seem to have that idea.

He walked through the elevated corridor to his office. Based on his impressions over the past few days, Hayami Tenma Sei was always among the last supervisors to leave.

There's no other way now but to send Hayami Tenma Sei back to the brass band and train her slowly on her own.

With the complementary skills of "Heavenly Hearing" and "Conductor," even if Hayami Tenmasei is completely clueless and stands on the command platform, he can still receive messages from Miyamine Nozomi.

There were few students in the school building; only the sound of Miyamine Nozomi's footsteps could be heard in the corridors and stairwells.

Upon arriving at the office, I found the room bathed in a warm, cozy amber light.

Wearing sportswear, Hayami Tenma Sei sat in a chair with his head down, his left hand pressing down on a stack of dictation papers, and his right hand holding a red pen, the pen tip moving steadily across the paper, pausing occasionally.

"So hardworking," Miyamine thought to himself, "Supervisor Hayami is a really good person."

Hayami Tenma Sei didn't notice anyone coming in; he was completely focused.

"A super rigorous science explanation: Why do boys always have certain erotic fantasies about female supervisors? Hello, welcome to Liuli Rabbit's science channel~~~"

A faint sound came from Hayami Tenma's table.

Gong Lingwang frowned slightly as he noticed a half-covered cell phone under the dictation paper.

...He thought Hayami Tenma was a diligent office worker, but he never expected him to be secretly slacking off in the office.

And what kind of messy stuff are they watching?

Hayami Tenma was watching intently, completely oblivious to Miyamine Nozomi standing beside him, muttering, "No wonder..."

Gong Lingwang dared not make a sound, retreating back to the door as if rewinding a video, raising his hand to knock on the door and saying:

"Supervisor Hayami?"

Hayami Tenma Sei shuddered violently, and the chair beneath him made a very faint creaking sound.

She completely covered the phone with the test paper, frantically pressing the volume buttons on the side with her thumb:

"Palace, Palace Ridge."

Gongling Wang pretended not to notice anything, walked straight in, and asked with an innocent look:

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Your face is very red."

"It's nothing, it's just too hot." Hayami Tenma forced an awkward smile. "What do you need me for?"

"There is something very important I need to talk to you about."

Standing beside her, Miyamine Nozomi said,

"About the brass band."

"Great parade today!"

Hayami Tenma Sei swallowed hard, feeling his pulse throbbing at his temples, and his ears burning red.

"The club just had a meeting, and I told them that the new advisor couldn't take up the post. The biggest problem now is that there are no advisors in the department."

"Oh dear, what should we do..."

Hayami Tenma Sei looked troubled, raised his hand to his forehead, and occasionally glanced at Miyamine Nozomi.

Gongling Wangdu almost couldn't hold back anymore, so he raised his hand and wiped his mouth with feigned sorrow, saying...

“We’ve discussed it and would like to bring you back as a mentor.”

"Well?"

The panic on Hayami Tenma's face had vanished without a trace, replaced by a look of utter confusion.

“You should understand that clubs need a supervisor to be listed as an official in order to carry out activities,” said Miyamune Nozomi.

Hayami Tenma Sei bit her lower lip lightly, gripping her pen tightly as she said:

"They kicked me away back then, and now they want me to come back. What do they take me for? A dog they can just call on whenever they want?"

Gongling Wang casually said:

"In my eyes, Supervisor Hayami is much cuter than a dog."

Hayami Tenma's cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked at Miyamine Nozomi with a hint of coquettishness, saying:

"Gong Ling, tell me, aren't they being really mean to me?"

Gong Lingwang knew that at this moment, he had to go along with what the mature woman in front of him was saying and absolutely could not provoke her:

"That's too much. If I were them, I would cherish the supervision, or at least become an assistant advisor."

"Right!"

Hayami Tenma, who had initially stopped caring, grew increasingly angry the more he thought about it, and his feelings for Miyamine Nozomi also increased.

"Even if you beg me to go back and register my name there, I still won't go back!"

Gongling Wang forced a faint smile and said:

"I think so too."

"Right? Miyamine, you may be a little younger, but you're really considerate." Hayami Tenma smiled at him, a warm feeling rising in his heart.

Gongling Wang lowered his head slightly, revealing a troubled expression, and said:

“It’s perfectly reasonable that you don’t want to go back, but I feel that it doesn’t quite suit your personality.”

"My temperament?"

"Supervisor Hayami, you are very beautiful, but your upright and generous nature is a kind of elegance that is more enduring than beauty, charm, or youth."

Upon hearing his words, Hayami Tenma's ears burned slightly, and the wheels of her office chair made a soft creaking sound as she shifted back uncomfortably.

A warm current flowed over my lower abdomen, down my inner thighs and deeper into my body, as if something long dormant was awakening.

52. I'm just your junior, not your stepfather or your brother-in-law (6k)

"Where...where is it...I'm still just an ordinary person."

Hayami Tenma lowered his head to tidy up the not-so-messy dictation paper, his voice eight octaves softer than usual, but in doing so, he accidentally revealed his phone underneath.

She frantically tried to block it with her hand, only to find that the previous video had already finished playing and some short drama advertisements were playing.

There's nothing left to block.

Gongling Wang revealed a gentle smile, his eyes curving into a beautiful arc, and said in a natural tone:

"If you consider this average, then there aren't many girls in the brass band either."

Honestly! Why do you keep praising her?!

The heat spread from her neck to her cheeks, and Tenma Hayami subconsciously raised her hand to touch her burning earlobe:

"Gong Ling, you really know how to talk."

“I’m telling the truth.”

Gongling Wang said,

"In my mind, that's the kind of person you're looking for, but that might just be wishful thinking on my part. In any case, I respect your opinion."

Since Miyamune Nozomi has said that, how could she possibly say, "I'm not that kind of person"?

Hayami Tenma glanced at him, so much so that she belatedly realized that the glance was somewhat coquettish.

Her heart was pounding, and she quickly coughed, trying to regain her composure, and said:

"Was this your own decision, Gongling, or...?"

"That's what Daidouji-senpai thinks too."