I play wind instruments in Kansai.

Only Koharu seemed to be putting her words into practice, looking at the backs of the older students in front of her and saying...

"I can see it!"

The girl in front had the outline of her bra strap faintly visible through her back, especially when she bent over, the two paths became more obvious.

"Right!"

Chiyo Akamatsu's eyes sparkled as she crawled forward, her hands on the ground, and approached Hinata Kohi to say...

"You're Hinata from the first year, right? I remember you; you're small, but you can do a lot."

Perhaps intimidated by her imposing presence, Kohinata stood frozen in place, eyes wide and shoulders hunched.

"...Yes, I am Kohinata Hinata."

"Nice to meet you," Chiyo Akamatsu said, winking at her.

"Hmm, please give me your guidance."

“Little Hinata, Chiyo is just that kind of person. You’ll get used to it,” Nakazeko Nichiteru said.

"fine."

Kohinata Hina shook her head slightly. She personally didn't think it mattered, because no one would be interested in the blue sky over her barren plains.

"How about we start a betting pool? Let's see who wins?" Chiyo Akamatsu said with a grin.

Medieval Koichi frowned slightly and said, "Don't do this kind of thing."

"What's the big deal? Just watch."

Chiyo Akamatsu unzipped her backpack and pulled out two coupons, saying...

"I have four 30% off coupons for Eclad Jules' peach cake. Whoever guesses correctly will get all four coupons."

Hinata Kohinata's eyes lit up, she clasped her hands in front of her, tilted her leg to the side, and said:

"E-Eclad Jules! Is that the restaurant where the chef is a local from Wakayama City, yet still dares to call itself a legitimate French pastry shop?!"

Medieval Kosho asked with a smile:

Is this mockery?

"No, no, no, I really love that shop! Their strawberry cake in winter is amazing! My friend and I once—"

Kohimana was excitedly talking when she suddenly stopped mid-sentence, recalling the scene of eating with Rena.

But all of that is in the past, and she has become an enemy she will never forgive.

Chiyo Akamatsu made a soft "hmm?" sound, keenly noticing the change in her expression, but didn't press for details, simply smiling and saying:

"I won't say anything, Rizhao, what about you?"

"Me? I don't really care who it is..."

Medieval ancient radiance waved his hand.

"You should give these coupons to them."

"Ugh, that's so boring. They're all first-year students, so they'll definitely choose Gongling, especially junior Liu Mu."

Liu Mujie Deng trembled slightly when his name was suddenly called upon.

"Um, senior, could you please stop?"

"Don't be angry, it's just that the whole school knows about your sweet and sour relationship."

Chiyo Akamatsu pondered for a moment, then spoke directly.

"Forget it, there's no need to guess. Here, take these two, one for each of you, perfect!"

As she spoke, she handed out coupons to Liu Mu and Kato Ai, one for each of them.

“This…” Liu Mujie was not entirely at ease.

But the other two are not.

"Really? You really want it for me? Thank you so much!"

"Thank you!"

I accepted it quickly.

Chiyo Akamatsu said with a smile:

"If you're in a bad mood, take some time to eat something sweet; it'll make you feel happier and your bad mood will fly away."

A gentle smile slowly spread across Zhongshigu Rizhao's face.

Although Chiyo Akamatsu usually speaks in a frivolous manner, she is never slow to notice certain things.

Willow Knot Lantern held the coupon in his hand; it had a different texture than ordinary paper coupons, being somewhat stiff.

But if I give it to Miyamine Nozomi, wouldn't I be inexplicably angry, then inexplicably give him a coupon, and inexplicably want to go out for dessert with him?

He might think that he's a strange girl whose attitude towards him is entirely based on her mood.

"Um... Liu Mu, where is Gong Ling?" A voice suddenly came from beside me.

Looking up, I realized it was Supervisor Hayami.

There were hardly any supervisors in the entire venue, except for her.

“It should be on the side of the stage, behind the curtain,” Liu Mujie Deng answered instinctively.

"Thank you."

Hayami Tenma walked quickly forward.

Something felt off. Yuuki frowned slightly; Hayami had been nominating Miyamune more often lately…

"Squeak—uh—"

At that moment, the sound was like a dull, rusty saw, slicing fiercely through everyone's eardrums and nerves, and some people instinctively shrank their necks.

On stage, An Hechun, who had changed her microphone, was also startled by the sound coming from the speakers.

She widened her eyes slightly as she looked at Shida Nana, who had handed her the microphone—

"Is this microphone still working?"

Nana Shida simply shook her head—

"I don't know."

"Xiao Chun, test the voice again," Gu Huayin called out, raising both hands.

An Hechun blew into the microphone, and a muffled buzzing sound came from the speakers.

She took another deep breath, stood in the center of the stage, looked at the chattering crowd below, and raised the microphone to say:

"Hey~~hey~~ha~~ha~~~Yoshi! No problem!"

The girl's voice rang clearly through the space, without the previous unpleasant, grating feeling.

"Why is Anwa-senpai hosting the event?" Kohinata Hina asked.

Medieval ancient sunshine whispered behind her:

"Because it's better to have a popular person as the host, and at least Xiao Chun is quite likable."

“I see…” Kohinata’s eyes softened.

She also understood to some extent how gentle An Hechun was.

"Well, there are quite a few people here, but as long as everyone keeps quiet, there won't be any problems."

An Hechun didn't use a script either; she just continued speaking using a wired microphone.

As soon as she finished speaking, the noise in the room subsided considerably.

Gong Lingwang, standing to the side of the stage, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. It turns out that it's not only domineering people who can command respect; senior students like An Hejun can still hold their own.

"Why isn't it Daidouji-senpai who's speaking on stage?" Miyamine asked, looking at her long eyelashes.

Why do you care so much?

Daidouji Seiko felt that this junior student talked a lot of trivial things and stared at her inappropriately, but she tolerated it for the sake of the future.

"I don't think anyone will say anything if you go up there."

For example, even now, some people in the audience are still talking; Anhe's "friendliness" cannot infect everyone.

But the coldness of the senior student could freeze the entire room.

Daidouji Seiko ignored him and turned directly to Hasebe Souta, saying:

"Which of you two will go first?"

Hasebe Souta still harbored resentment, and holding his flute, he coldly snorted:

"Does it matter who goes? You're all in the same boat anyway."

In his eyes, Daidouji Seiko and Miyamine Nozomi had already started a relationship, and he had become the one being played.

No matter how eloquently he boasts, there's only one ending for him.

That would mean becoming a stepping stone on the path of their love, leaving the brass band, and becoming the object of ridicule.

"You go first, Gongling," said the Holy Son of Daidoji.

"it is good."

"Gongling?"

A voice came from behind him. Miyamine turned around and saw that it was Hayami Tenma Sei.

A pencil skirt, black stockings, and office lady attire—she exudes the aura of a mature woman.

When she met Daidouji Seiko, there were subtle changes in the expressions on their faces.

"Supervisor Hayami".

"Daidoji-san."

Even if you feel a little uncomfortable, you still have to greet them.

Daidouji Seiko let out a soft breath, as if dispelling the pent-up frustration that was constantly spreading within him:

"Thank you for choosing to come back."

"Yes." Hayami Tenma nodded. "I'm glad I could help everyone."

Without her, we wouldn't have been able to secure the right to use this stadium.

Daidouji Seiko did not speak again, as if this was the limit for her.

Hayami Tenma Sei's gaze shifted to Miyamine Nozomi, her tone suddenly softening, unintentionally carrying a touch of girlish coquettishness:

"You're my student, so keep it up."

"That's right, that's right." Gong Lingwang nodded. "I've already been bragging to you, it wouldn't be right to lose again."

Hayami Tenma smiled, narrowing his eyes, then raised his hand to pat his head and said:

"But no matter what, you have to take care of the friendships between your classmates and not do anything too outrageous. We should try to avoid things like being arrogant because of your talent, understand?"

Her original intention was to use her position as supervisor to tell Miyamine Nozomi not to cause trouble for the other party afterward.

However, to Daidouji Seiko, these words sounded like a mockery of her arrogance and conceit.

"Supervisor Hayami, it's about to start. Are you going to stay here?" Daidouji Seiko asked her directly, staring at her.

"No, no, I'll go down anyway." Hayami Tenma felt good about himself.

Daidouji Seiko frowned in displeasure:

"You came all this way just to say these few words?"

What she meant was—

"You came up here just to mock me?"

But Tenma Hayami interpreted this statement as—

"You came up here just to have a word with Miyamine Nozomi?"

"That's enough, any more wouldn't be appropriate."