I play wind instruments in Kansai.

"Eh eh eh".

Gong Lingwang seemed to have been rebuffed and quickly nodded.

Seeing that he nodded, Hasebe and Okamoto had no room for negotiation and left with lingering concerns.

"What did you say? They reacted so strongly?"

Willow Wood Lamp's little face showed a worried expression, somewhat disbelieving that they would just turn around and leave like that.

Gongling Wang smiled broadly and said:

“They wanted me to give in and admit defeat, but I said I would never back down because you are very important to me, and I will do my best to make you happy.”

"Well--"

Liu Mujie's breathing stopped abruptly, his Adam's apple peeking out from his uniform collar turned slightly red, and his eyes flickered slightly.

The boy in front of her seemed inexplicably gentle, with clear and distinct facial features that warmed the girl's heart and soul.

"Why are you saying such nonsense!" Liu Mujie's little face hardened.

"It's the truth," Gong Lingwang said with a smile. "Anyway, they were moved by me, and now everything is fine."

It was a smile that could melt even the light; the smile that appeared on the corners of his lips looked incredibly alluring.

Willow Knot Lantern unconsciously brushed her hair behind her ear, revealing a girlish and beautiful side:

"Is it really that easy?"

Never underestimate the power of bonds.

Gong Lingwang gave a thumbs-up to the trolley bus that was pulling into the station.

"The city power is on, and the weather is great today. The parade performance is a feast for the eyes, and Supervisor Hayami has rejoined the brass band. As long as we are led by Daidouji-senpai, our brass band will definitely have a bright future."

What nonsense are you spouting?

"A summary of the day and hopes for the future."

53. Not reporting the palace's secret rendezvous is the greatest reward. (6K)

On the tram, Miyamune Nozomi's phone vibrated as soon as she sat down.

It was a message from Daidouji Seiko—

"Thanks for your hard work".

What's going on? Why are you only replying now? Do you feel guilty if you don't respond?

Gong Lingwang pursed his lips, initially intending not to reply, but other things came to mind.

Sitting next to him, Willow Knot Lamp saw him constantly typing with his head down, and his initial joy gradually cooled.

"Who are you texting with? You seem so engrossed."

Her tone carried a hint of accusation, like that of a wife who longed to restrict her husband's social life.

Gongling Wang said:

"Wadaiji-senpai."

Upon hearing that it was Daidouji Seiko, Yuuji's expression gradually relaxed, because she understood that Daidouji-senpai looked down on Miyamine Nozomi.

Hmm, but thinking about it carefully, it shouldn't be that she looks down on him. She considers Miyamine Nozomi to be excellent, but Daidouji Seiko's personality makes it impossible for her to have anything to do with her junior.

"What message should I send?"

Willow Wood Lamp's tone suddenly softened, but not by much.

Gongling Wang said:

"Let's talk about Hinata-kun."

Liu Mujie suddenly straightened his back, and his right leg slammed into his left leg, saying:

What's so interesting about Haruna?

Gong Lingwang didn't flinch; instead, he pressed himself against her, his bare thighs touching hers, feeling the warmth emanating from her body.

“She disappeared during the march, and I was asked by my senior, Anhe, to go find her.”

"So?" Willow Wood Lamp frowned.

Just this alone has created a strange bond between the two of you?

Gongling Wang didn't hide anything and told Liu Mu Jie Deng everything that had happened.

"You want to uphold justice?" she asked.

"I just don't want my efforts to go unrewarded," Gong Lingwang typed, looking down. "At least I don't want her to end up like that."

Liu Mujie moved closer to him without making a sound, her shoulder touching his arm, and she could smell the faint scent of laundry detergent on him.

Her chin almost squeezed into Gong Lingwang's shoulder.

"Hey." Miyamine Nozomi moved the phone over directly. "Let's watch together."

"Hmm..."

His honesty made Liu Mujiedeng blush, but he didn't refute it.

They were indeed talking about kohi kalanchoe.

Gong Lingwang said that she did too much work, and future selections should focus on ability rather than age, so that she could not have the unrealistic fantasy that "doing more work will get her a chance to play".

Daidouji Seiko didn't say much—

"I don't need you to teach me."

"Daidouji-senpai has always been like this, very proud of herself," Miyamine Nozomi said.

"Do I need you to tell me?" Liu Mujie glared at him.

Gong Lingwang turned off the screen and sighed. Why is everyone treating him like this?

"You're her friend, didn't you tell the upperclassmen?"

A hint of disappointment crossed Liu Mujie's face as he sat up straight again and said:

"I did say that, but my words didn't get the attention of the senior students."

“Then my guess is also hopeless,” said Miyamune Nozomi.

Willow Knot Lamp did not answer, but just kept pinching the leather on the schoolbag.

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Mid-May.

Soft light streamed in from the window. Gong Lingwang lay on the bed, stretching and yawning. The comfortable feeling of muscles tensing and then relaxing was irresistible.

Today's breakfast was simple because my parents went to visit my maternal grandmother, who lives near the Seto Inland Sea, so only Miyamune Nozomi was at home.

Usually, his mother prepares the meals for the whole family. Actually, he doesn't have high requirements for breakfast. Today, he just made a simple cornmeal soup and that was it.

Stepping outside, the May wind carries the scent of the sea, and the moss on the stone walls along the street is slightly damp.

On the way, Miyamine Nozomi happened to pass by several clothing stores. Through the shop windows, she could see women's socks and some pajamas. They looked like unscrupulous stores that were trying to exploit young girls with cuteness.

He remembered that he had said he would buy Liu Mujiedeng a few sets of pajamas, as her current pajamas had a somewhat boyish feel to them.

But it's not that this is bad; it's just that Miyamine Nozomi wants to see more, that's all.

But it's not realistic to buy them now. I'll buy a few more when I have time later.

Take the local tram and get off at Kirei Station. Walk a short distance to reach Osamu College.

Upon arriving at school, one could see a large vertical banner with white background and black lettering hanging on the wall of the club building, whistling in the wind—

"The Chiki Wind Instrument Club is recruiting! Join for a limited time and get free membership! Those with instrumental experience will have their membership fee waived for one year!"

Gong Lingwang felt a chill run down his spine. He had never heard of the department planning to do this. He wondered which senior had come up with the idea.

I changed my shoes and got ready to go upstairs.

Because I came early to practice today, I skipped the morning exercise and arrived quite early. There weren't many students at the school at a little after seven o'clock.

In schools, practice rooms are places for group practice.

As for a place to practice individually, you'll have to find that yourself.

Many places have become designated practice locations for certain members, and members who know this will not deliberately try to take over known spots.

Daidoji Seiko "occupied" the open-air corridor on the top floor without a sunshade, and you could often hear her practicing there, but no one would deliberately disturb her.

Miyamine Nozomi carried her instrument case around the school, choosing a spot as if she were selecting a funny video to watch late at night.

The air in the academy was filled with the fragrance of camphor trees, and the faint shouts of the track and field girls could be heard from the other side of the playground.

Someone was cleaning the music classroom, the courtyard was already getting some sun, and there were too many people passing by in the corridor.

It's not sunny at the back entrance of the club building, and there aren't many people around, but when Gong Ling looked over, there were already people there.

Sari Amano sat on a chair wearing a summer uniform, her skirt neatly draped over her knees, holding a bassoon in both hands.

The summer uniform is made of a very thin material, so thin that the outline of the bra straps can be faintly seen through it.

Her buttons were always fastened properly, but between the second and third buttons, a patch of fabric sagged and cast a shadow.

Gongling Wang didn't hear any sound, and she wasn't playing the flute at all; she was just staring at the sheet music.

Damn it, let's go somewhere else.

He left without making a sound, but he gradually became a little irritated as he searched.

To see if a chair has been taken by a senior, simply look for a chair nearby. Usually, the chair will have either a name or the name of the instrument engraved on it.

In short, just like animals in nature, they use urine and body odor to prove that a piece of land belongs to them.

Why are all the good spots taken by Daidouji Seiko and those seniors? Even if I go there to practice, what can she do to me?

Feeling annoyed, I turned a corner on the exterior wall of the club building, where an inward-curving L-shaped right angle was formed. Sunlight tried to penetrate this area from one side, but could only cut a bright boundary on the ground.

Just as Miyazaki was about to go over, he noticed Shiraishi Hitomi sitting in the corner.

She was so quiet that her skin was porcelain white even without any light, and she sat upright with a few wisps of hair sticking to her ears.

A breeze blew by, gently turning a corner of the sheet music on her music stand, making a soft rustling sound, and also ruffling her bangs. The metal keys of the piccolo gave a cold sway in Miyamori Nozomi's eyes.

Shiraishi Hitomi seemed to sense someone's gaze, and raised her eyes, her eyes as pale as diluted tea.

"Miyarei-kun, aren't you coming?"

Her voice was very soft, like the raindrops falling into a pond in late spring.

Gongling Wang stepped forward and said:

"Sorry, I didn't know you were practicing here, and you're so cute, I'm a little confused and may have bothered you."

Shiraishi Hitomi blinked, a very slight smile appearing on her lips:

"You look great too, I like it."

"Thank you."

Gongling Wang has received countless compliments about her appearance, but when she heard this, she was genuinely pleased.

"Is this your location?"

"Yes, I just found it yesterday."

Hitomi Shiraishi's gaze drifted downwards, settling on the instrument case he was carrying.

Are you looking for a spot too?

"Correct."

Feeling embarrassed by being looked down upon, Gong Lingwang simply squatted down to meet her gaze.

"Many spots on campus have been taken by seniors, making it difficult to find good locations. Do you have anyone here?"

She shook her head.

"I'm so lucky," Gongling Wang exclaimed.

Shiraishi Hitomi said softly, "I don't know. I'll leave when someone tells me to."