I play wind instruments in Kansai.

Gongling Wang said,

“We all need Supervisor Hayami right now, not just me.”

Hayami Tenma couldn't help but take a deep breath. She felt something expanding in her chest, pride desperately and uncontrollably growing upwards.

That's the pride of being "needed," a sense of pride that says, "Even if I'm not very strong, you still need me."

But Tenma Hayami immediately realized that her arrogance was, in a way, exactly the same as her contempt and insult towards the Haruki Brass Band.

wrong......

To put it another way, the brass band invited her back out of desperation, which was also a form of contempt and insult to her.

The only value one can find in her is that she's a figurehead.

Hayami Tenma Sei didn't want to say these words in front of such a cute child as Miyamine Nozomi, so he could only keep them to himself.

But there are many things that can't be helped. She's a supervisor, so she should serve the students, even if she herself is uncomfortable.

Besides, I'm not a child anymore. How could I have become so smug because of a few words?

After listing all his thoughts and desires in his mind, Hayami Tenma Sei became much calmer.

She turned her chair around, placed her hands on her thighs facing Gong Lingwang, and said calmly:

“Miyatane, but I only know basic command; I don’t know any other kind of instruction.”

"I can."

He said something strange, and Hayami Tenma thought he had misheard. He tilted his head, raised his eyebrows, and asked:

"what?"

Gongling Wang said in a very serious tone:

“I said I can, whether it’s commanding or instructing, I can do it all, and I can teach you privately.”

"Don't joke around with the supervisor."

Hayami Tenma sighed, crossed his legs, and said...

"But the simplest thing I can do is be a figurehead in the brass band, though I don't think I can provide any guidance or anything like that."

"Row."

"......"

Seeing that Miyamine Nozomi answered so quickly, Hayami Tenma Sei's facial muscles twitched; it turned out he really was joking.

"Which parts of the supervisor's job are you unsure about?" Miyamine asked.

"what?"

"Is it basic music theory, conducting techniques, or general knowledge of instrumental techniques?"

"Hmm..."

Hayami Tenma raised his hand, pinched his nose, and said...

"General knowledge of instrumental music should be the most difficult. I already knew conducting and basic music theory when I was in high school."

The general knowledge of musical instruments requires that the instructor be proficient in every instrument and must understand its range, timbre characteristics, and common fingerings in order to provide effective advice.

The three points that Miyamine Nozomi mentioned are the most basic elements for serving as a mentor or consultant.

At a higher level, there are repertoire selection, rehearsal techniques, and the ability to read scores.

At the same time, it also has the mindset of an advisor.

Miyamine Nozomi calls this "Adolescent Developmental Psychology", "The Art of Talk Therapy", and "Sales Speech".

The question is, how many points does Hayami Tenma currently occupy?

If the brass band were all boys, then this shouldn't be a problem, according to the pretty female supervisor.

"If you work hard, I'll reward you privately."

Even if all they end up buying is a bottle of water, it's enough to cheer them up.

The problem is that the brass band is full of pretty girls who can't be seduced at all.

"Why don't you try touching the instrument again?"

"You want me to play the instrument?"

"No, no, no, what I mean is that you can try out other instruments in private. This will not only help you learn knowledge, but also build trust with others."

"......"

Hayami Tenma looked troubled. Asking a supervisor to learn like a student would be seen as beneath him no matter how you looked at it.

“Supervisor Hayami has already been criticized, so there’s no point in people criticizing him anymore.” Miyamine noticed the hesitation on her face.

"......"

Hayami Tenma's face flushed red, and he subconsciously raised his raised foot to kick Miyamine Nozomi's shin, saying with a hint of complaint,

"Do you usually chat with girls like this?"

"I'm pretty serious when I chat with girls."

Gong Lingwang feigned a shy smile.

"Sorry, maybe Supervisor Hayami was too gentle, and I got a little carried away..."

Hayami Tenma's fair neck twitched slightly, his eyes softened, and his chin had the clean, sharp features typical of a young man.

"Gong Ling, I know you're trying to help me. Thank you. Although I'm not convinced, I know my own limitations."

"So you're not planning to study?" Gongling Wang asked.

Hayami Tenma looked out the window; her eyes were beautiful, as if she could see the fiery clouds swirling and surging on the horizon.

"That shouldn't be the case. Like you told me, I might not be able to learn it in a year, but I might learn it in two or three years, so I can take over the wind band smoothly."

Her tone was overly relaxed, as if she had seen through everything.

Gongling Wang hesitated for a moment before saying:

"I have a question for you. Do you have absolutely no interest in the wind band?"

"Yes," Hayami Tenma answered simply.

"Then why...?"

"Because they're not convinced."

Hayami Tenma shrugged, gave an embarrassed smile, and said...

"I've always been like this since I was a child. I only do things because I'm not convinced. For example, if someone says I'm not as good as someone else, or if someone bullies me, I have to do better than them. But actually, I don't like what I'm doing at all. I just want to stand out."

“An emotional demon,” Gong Lingwang blurted out.

Hayami Tenma took another breath, tilted his head back, and stared at Miyamine Nozomi, saying:

"That seems to be the case, but people always feel something is missing if they don't have emotions to push them to do things."

Miyamine nodded with deep feeling: "I try not to follow the example of Supervisor Hayami."

Hayami Tenma chuckled softly:

"Alright, that's settled then. I agree to let you register my name. Let's go, I need to continue grading papers."

"We should also participate in the activities."

"of course."

Gong Lingwang bowed slightly to her, then turned and left the office.

As soon as I stepped out, I sent a message to Daidouji Seiko—

"Senior, I did it!"

She replied shortly afterward—

"it is good"

Is there a reward?

After Miyamine Nozomi posted this, Daidouji Seiko didn't reply to any message.

Thinking she hadn't seen it, I sent another question mark emoji.

Still no reply, looks like I've been completely ignored.

Gongling Wang didn't care, and Daidouji Seiko couldn't give him anything either.

Walking in the corridor, the footsteps were unusually clear. The school staff began their finishing work in the college, and the smell of disinfectant lingered in Gong Lingwang's nostrils.

The evening light had softened, spreading diagonally across the cement ground at the school gate.

Under the large oak tree in the courtyard, a girl's schoolbag was placed beside her, and the toes of her shoes tapped the ground intermittently.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up, as if she had been waiting for a long time, and waved to Gong Lingwang.

Why haven't you left yet?

Gong Lingwang stepped forward, quite surprised that the willow wood lantern was still there; how much time had passed?

The shadows of the trees fell on their shoulders, fragmented like ink splattered on the ground.

"I want you to manage."

Willowwood Lamp replied quickly, then after two seconds added sullenly,

"The student council's duty inspections are too slow. I figured it was already late anyway, so I'd wait a little longer for you."

"They don't even message me," Gong Lingwang said.

"You didn't send me a message beforehand when you delivered the things to me."

Gong Lingwang chuckled softly:

"I just think that delivering something late at night would make an innocent young girl so excited that she couldn't sleep all night."

Willowwood Lamp glared at him, something else in her eyes, but the setting sun made it impossible to see clearly:

"I have always slept very well."

"That's why I was talking about an innocent young girl."

"Gongling—!"

Liu Mujie was so angry that he threw his schoolbag off his shoulder, his ear tips turning a translucent red in the setting sun.

The banyan tree leaves rustled, as if trying to suppress laughter, and Gongling Wang joked as he walked forward.

When I arrived at the station, there weren't many students on the platform; it was mostly office workers in suits.

Gongling Wang found a chair, patted the seat next to him, and said:

"Miss Willow, please have a seat."

Liu Mujie rolled her eyes unexpectedly, but a subtle smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

She sat upright in the chair with her legs together.

The two chatted for a while about the brass band meeting.

"That's all?" She didn't seem very surprised.

Miyazaki Nozomi, stroking her chin, said very seriously:

"Also, Nakazeko-senpai has a very gentle face. Although she is very feminine like Tani-hana-senpai, I always feel that the focus is different. Akamatsu-senpai is very optimistic, and Amano-senpai is very innocent. I am also infected by her words. As for Anwa-senpai's words, those who know, know."

Willowwood Lamp glanced at him, both annoyed and amused, and said:

"I didn't ask you for your thoughts on that..."

What else can I say?

"Aren't you nervous about what happened with Hasebe-senpai?" Yanagi Yuto asked.

Gong Lingwang turned his head to the side, his gaze fixed directly on her as he said:

"Liu Mu, you don't believe me?"

"Hmm..."