I play wind instruments in Kansai.

"......"

Gong Lingwang was silent for a moment, then asked with a smile,

"What if that person isn't a regular customer here either, and just wants to get rid of you?"

A groan escaped Shiraishi Hitomi's throat as she slumped her shoulders and said:

"I have no choice."

That's so frustrating.

Indeed, Miyamine Nozomi doesn't think she's the kind of girl who would fight for her own rights.

Once she enters society, if she doesn't have anyone to protect her, she'll probably be devoured, leaving not even bones behind.

He glanced at the sheet music; it had no title, but as he mumbled the melody, he realized it was the sheet music for "The Bird's Poem."

Gongling Wang said in surprise:

Piccolo?

Hitomi Shiraishi nodded:

"Ah."

"That's great, keep it up, practice hard."

Gong Lingwang stood up with a smile. Although he wanted to stay a little longer, he thought he shouldn't waste time.

As she got up to leave, Shiraishi Hitomi suddenly reached out and grabbed the hem of Miyamine Nozomi's clothes. Just then, she suddenly heard something from above—

A strange "Ughhhhh!" sound was heard.

Gong Ling looked up and saw dozens of windows on the building, many of which were open, but he didn't see anyone.

"Are you looking for a spot?" Shiraishi Hitomi stared straight at him, releasing her grip on his clothes.

"Yes, practice in the right position."

"I heard from Liu Ge who you want to compare yourself to."

"Hasebe-senpai."

A hint of confusion appeared on Shiraishi Hitomi's face as she whispered:

"I don't know him."

"unimportant."

"Stay here, I won't get in your way."

Her voice was as muffled as usual, but her expression was very serious.

Because the girl in front of him was too cute, Miyamine Nozomi couldn't bring herself to refuse her. Besides, they were in the same vocal range, so what difference did it make what they did?

Is it convenient?

"Ah."

A faint smile appeared on Shiraishi Hitomi's face as she proactively moved a chair closer to the chair.

The girl had already shown her acceptance through her actions. Gongling Wang was not the kind of idiot who would do nothing if a pretty girl came to him. After a while, he brought over a music stand and a chair.

Seeing that he hadn't run away, Shiraishi Hitomi showed a relieved expression, and a slight smile curved her lips as she said:

"That's great!"

"Huh? Hmm." Gong Lingwang nodded and sat down in a chair. "What should we practice?"

"What does Gongling like?"

"I?"

Gong Lingwang frowned slightly, answering earnestly.

"Actually, I can brag about anything, and there are no difficulties that I have to overcome."

It wasn't that he was putting on airs in front of girls; it was the truth. His flute had been enhanced by the system and no longer needed further improvement.

But maintaining a good feel for the ball is very important.

Hitomi Shiraishi blinked her beautiful eyelashes, her slender, pale fingers pressing incessantly on the piccolo:

"Can you play this with me?"

"Of course you can." Gong Lingwang replied without hesitation, or rather, he could boast about anything now.

"Great."

Hitomi Shiraishi reached out and moved the music stand, which was almost touching her knees, a little closer to Miyamine Nozomi.

"No need, no need, I could blow that up with my eyes closed, just watch," he said.

"That's amazing."

The girl's praise was delivered in a soft, gentle tone, without a hint of elation.

Miyamine Nozomi placed the instrument on her lap, opened the silver clasp, and took out the flute.

"Starting?"

"Ah."

At first, the two just tested the sound, blowing out a few scattered notes.

The flute has a lower and softer tone than the piccolo, which has a brighter tone.

The two instruments are like a wisp of wind, spiraling upwards along invisible threads.

Gongling Wang's flute was held low, warm and solid, like the tide gradually rising in the twilight.

It was the first time the two had played together, and they weren't completely in sync at first.

Although Hitomi Shiraishi is highly talented in music theory, she is, after all, a novice piccolo player. Her breath control is a bit shaky, she hasn't mastered the rhythm well, and her tone is slightly mixed.

But after a few sections, Shiraishi Hitomi could clearly sense that Miyamine Nozomi was following her rhythm, and her speed had slowed down slightly, almost imperceptibly, and her breathing was gradually becoming more steady.

Once your breath is steady, the tone you produce will naturally become pure.

Miyamine Nozomi couldn't help but glance at Shiraishi Hitomi beside her, finding it hard to believe that a novice piccolo player could correct her mistakes directly during the performance.

The shadow in the corner of the wall grew longer without him noticing, and Gong Lingwang felt a warmth on his ankles as the sunlight crept inch by inch onto his skin.

upstairs.

A duet of long and short flutes drifted in from outside the window. Kohikana sat paralyzed on the cold corridor, her hands covering her mouth and her eyes wide open.

Beside her lay a broom.

What's going on? Why are Miyamine and Shiraishi together?

Isn't he and Jie Deng in that kind of relationship? Why is he here?

Cheating?!

"We need to tell Jie Deng right away!" Kohinata Hina reached into her left skirt pocket, but nothing happened. She then quickly reached into her right pocket and pulled out her phone.

I was just about to type.

No, no, no!

Kohi Xiangyangcai turned off her phone screen.

She could sense that since Miyamune Nozomi came to the brass band club, the atmosphere within the club seemed to have subtly changed.

The fact that he was kept behind by Daidouji-senpai earlier is enough to prove that he is highly regarded by his seniors and is an absolute force within the club.

If I were to tell Jie Deng about this, they would definitely start arguing.

At that time, Gongling will be disgraced and despised by everyone, and he will definitely not be able to withstand the pressure and will leave the club.

What will become of the flute's future?

Kohikari gritted her teeth and held the phone to her forehead:

"Why are all boys so fickle?! It's so annoying, so annoying, so annoying!"

If possible, she hopes to compete this year, especially at the Wakayama City tournament, so she can stand tall and say to Suzuna—

"Watch closely, I can also play in the game."

But now, because of Gong Lingwang's philandering, her future has been thrown into turmoil.

Kohiko Hina looked at the broom beside her; the ground was covered with dust that had been swept up.

An indescribable sadness welled up from the bottom of my heart. I could still hear the duet between Gongling and Baishi in my ears. It was so beautiful, so beautiful that it made me want to cry.

A single tear slid down Hinata's cheek as she sobbed softly, raising her arm to wipe it away.

"Waaah... What am I doing? I can't do anything, and in the end I still have to place my hopes on others... Waaah—"

Kohikana curled up her legs, buried her face in her knees, and cried.

"How could I be so stupid, so powerless..."

She cried for a while, then looked up and said:

"I don't want to work! I don't want to work! I don't want to work!"

"Hey! Can you please stop making noise here? It's so annoying!"

At that moment, a boy opened the door to the art club classroom and called out to Kohinata Hina.

"Shut up--!"

"Huh? What did you say!"

Kohinata stood up, picked up a broom with her left hand, and extended her little finger towards him with her right.

"Huh? What's this thing?"

"I told you to shut up!"

Kohiko Hina gripped the broom with both hands, raised it high above her head, and mimicked a helicopter propeller, the "whoosh" sound constantly echoing in the ears.

"Hey, hey! What are you doing!" the boy said in a panic.

"Shut up—!"

As Kohiko Hina spoke, she rushed forward, the silk scarf tied around her neck fluttering with her movements, as if she were about to hit him.

Startled, he quickly closed the door, and heard other people's voices coming from inside—

"What's wrong?"

"There are mentally ill people outside, damn it!"

Who is it?

"It seems to be a first-year student; he's completely gone mad."

Hearing the nasty chatter coming from inside, Kohikana gripped the broom tightly, swallowed hard, turned back, and bent down to continue sweeping.

The ensemble music reached its climax; the philanderer's flute playing was so beautiful, his life must be wonderful, filled with light.

"I'll never see the light again, I'll only be in the darkness," Kohinata Hina muttered, her voice trembling with tears.

"It's great, it's good to sleep in the dark."

"Well?"

A familiar voice reached her ears, and Kohinata Hina looked up to find it was An and Jun and Shida Nana.

"Anwa-senpai, Shida-senpai..."

"See? I told you we couldn't let her keep working, she'd go crazy sooner or later," Anhe Jun said to Shida Nana with a grin.

Shida Nana looked calmly at Kohinata Hina, whose eyes were red-rimmed, and said:

"Luckily no one was hit, otherwise it would have been troublesome to deal with."

"Feel sorry."

"You like junior Gongling?"

"Hmm? No, no, no." Hinata Kohinata quickly waved her hands and said, "Why would you think that?"

During a break in their conversation, An Hechun took the initiative to knock on the door of the art club.