I play wind instruments in Kansai.

Because the number of participants has increased, it means that the oboe, which previously did not require competition, will now face competition.

From Kato Ai's perspective, the club's unwillingness to wait for her to grow before participating in the competition was tantamount to abandoning her.

For a girl like her who loves the limelight, she would never be content to be just a supporting character.

All she could do was run away, which wasn't shameful; it was called cutting her losses.

Through the window, you can see several people walking down the corridor.

"Huh? What are you doing here?"

The voice of Daidoji Seiko came from the doorway.

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"Sorry, it doesn't seem like we've been practicing." Miyamune Nozomi wasn't surprised by the changes on the board.

Daidouji Seiko glanced at Kirishima Ruka and Yanagi Yutaka.

She knew there was a conflict between the two first-year students, but they were actually the most diligent members of the group besides her.

However, she was not happy to see that even the most diligent members could not get along.

"I haven't told you about the flute section yet," Daidouji Seiko said as she walked over.

Gongling Wang quickly got up:

"It's okay, I heard about it from Toda-senpai and the others."

Daidouji Seiko's legs, encased in black stockings, were particularly beautiful, the delicate silk outlining the smooth lines of her legs.

Her ankles were slender, her calves were graceful, and her thighs appeared extremely full.

The light fell on the pantyhose, subtly revealing the skin's color, both understated and vividly alluring.

But the aura she exuded made people dare not act rashly, and her expression was as indifferent as frost.

The more charming someone is, the more distant they become.

Daidoji Seiko nodded, crossed his arms, and said:

"There are few people in the flute section. Gu Hua and I discussed it, and you don't need to participate in the selection on the surface."

Gongling Wang said:

"The 'dark side' requires participating in the selection process, but they can pass directly, right?"

“But with great power comes great responsibility, and I hope you understand that.” Daidoji Seiko didn’t want Miyamine Nozomi to think she was covering for someone.

"Of course I understand."

"I can't tell anyone about this, and it's a choice I made based on my trust in you."

Daidouji Seiko paused mid-sentence, glanced at the now-standing Willow Wood Rainbow, and let out a soft sigh.

"Since you're all aiming for the national tournament, you should focus on practicing, just like Kirishima-senpai."

When Kirishima Ruka heard her suddenly mention herself, she let out a moaning sound.

But not knowing what to say, I could only stay where I was.

"I'm sorry, but I've been practicing and haven't fallen behind."

Willow Wood Lamp's cheeks were flushed, not from shyness, but from a feeling of shame.

She nodded quickly.

Miyamine Nozomi noticed that when facing Daidouji Seiko, she would always conceal her sharpest side.

She wasn't bullying the weak or fearing the strong; she simply believed that Daidouji Seiko's skills were superior to hers, that he was a capable senior worthy of respect, and that his opinions were all reasonable.

"But what I see doesn't seem to be like that."

Daidoji Seiko said solemnly.

"If you focus too much on the other person, it might not be a good thing for your relationship if you fall just one step away from each other in the future. Besides, your voice has become a bit harsh during practice."

Liu Mujiedeng dared not refute what was said, and could only tug at the hem of her skirt with her fingers.

"Has Daidouji-senpai ever experienced this feeling?" Miyamine asked.

"what?"

The aloof senior suddenly frowned, her cold gaze sweeping over us as if through a layer of transparent ice.

"Because I like someone, I put too much thought into them and ended up neglecting my own affairs."

"Gongling!"

Liu Mujie quickly tugged at the corner of his clothes.

Daidouji Seiko's chest heaved, stretching her uniform and outlining a distinct curve, her eyes noticeably upturned.

"You're sitting in my chair, you know that?"

She didn't reply to Miyamine Nozomi's words at all, whether because she didn't want to talk about the past or because she had no experience in this field, it's unclear.

Looking back, Gong Ling saw that the chair surface was completely smooth, with no names carved on it.

"Sorry, I don't know."

"Now I know," Daidouji Seiko said coldly. "Put it back wherever it was taken from."

"Whoa whoa."

Gong Lingwang obediently placed the chair back in the center of the classroom.

The very center is the golden position, where you can get a relatively balanced loudness and a stronger sense of immersion.

Positions like those of Kirishima Ruka can cause low frequencies to accumulate, making the sound muddy.

But she is the deputy minister and the head of the trumpet section. If she doesn't sit here, who will? And no one dares to object.

"Kirishima, Yanagi, you two come closer to me, don't stay so far away."

Daidoji Seiko walked to the wall, took out a silver-plated trumpet from the table, and then sat down in a chair.

Her ample thighs, clad in black stockings, pressed against the chair, a soft arc spilling out at the edge. The stockings became thinner where they were stretched, revealing the pinkish-white skin beneath.

Between the girl's cold, hard demeanor and her warm, full body, there was a thin, gossamer-like veil that tugged at everyone's senses.

"Aren't you leaving?" asked the Holy Son of Daidoji.

Gong Lingwang then came to his senses, quickly looked away, and turned to leave the trumpet practice room.

He stopped in his tracks as the clear, mellow tone of the trumpet drifted down the corridor.

Because of his "conductor" skills, Miyamine Nozomi can clearly distinguish the skill levels of the three instruments.

He subconsciously wanted to favor Liu Mujiedeng, but the truth could not fool anyone.

Kirishima Ruka and Daidouji Seiko can reach the high registers almost effortlessly.

The tone remains as supple as silk, without a single sharp crack.

The only shortcoming was the Willow Wood Clean Light; it was obvious that the lips couldn't keep the mouthpiece vibrating, and a distinct whistling sound could even be heard.

She started practicing the trumpet at a very young age, and being able to compete on stage and receive praise from adults was the source of her self-esteem.

But others started learning earlier than her and had access to better teaching resources.

The world is never short of geniuses, especially trumpeters.

Back in the flute practice room, he found three girls inside, completely different from when he first joined the club.

At that time, including him, there were three boys and only one girl.

Hitomi Shiraishi sat in a chair without taking anything with her. Piccolo had already been put away. She watched Sumire Amamiya and Erika Toda chat.

He looked dazed, and his lips would occasionally open and close.

He seemed to want to interrupt, but remained silent.

Sumire Amamiya stood in front of the two, her hands clasped behind her back, her right knee slightly bent, making her knee crease deeper.

Her legs, encased in black stockings, were very thin, much thinner than those of the other girls in the brass band.

The skirt was pulled down so low that it covered her knees.

When do you usually practice?

"There are no specific rules; everyone practices on their own initiative. However, a practice schedule will definitely be created later, so don't worry, Xiaojin!"

"I see. Speaking of which, the seniors are really interesting, although Akamatsu-senpai is a bit annoying."

"Uh... well, Akamatsu-senpai is just a little too outgoing."

"They say they're naturally outgoing, but in reality, they don't know how to keep their distance."

"Hmm? What does that mean...?"

"It's nothing special, just a personal feeling, don't take it too seriously."

Sumire Amamiya's lips curved slightly upward as she twirled a strand of hair on her cheek with her finger, speaking in her signature innocent, girlish tone.

"I still prefer to be like Toda-senpai, like a dog and a rabbit."

Erika Toda paused for a moment, sensing that something was amiss:

"Huh? Uh? Is it... is it my appearance?"

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Sumire Amamiya looked apologetic and covered her mouth with her hand, saying:

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. I just think Toda-senpai is cute. If you don't like it, I'll say less about it in the future."

"No, no, no, I'm not angry."

Erika Toda waved her hand somewhat anxiously, not wanting to appear too calculating in front of the new members. She glanced awkwardly and finally spotted Miyamune at the door.

"Gongling? Why aren't you coming in?"

“I think you two have a good conversation,” Gong Lingwang said.

Amamiya Sumire turned her head, her gaze falling on him, openly scrutinizing every micro-expression and movement of Miyamine Nozomi, her eyes filled with scrutiny.

"What is this?" she asked curiously.

Erika Toda hurriedly said:

"This is Miyamine Nozomi, the strongest member of our flute section this year."

"One year?"

Amamiya Sumire clicked her tongue, seemingly somewhat unconvinced, and placed her hands on the table, ignoring Miyamine Nozomi as she spoke.

"Since you're a first-year student, why are you only arriving now? That's really impolite."

These words, spoken in the tone of a senior, sounded like an attack on Miyamine Nozomi to others.

Erika Toda said with a smile:

“Junior Gongling has his own things to do. Besides, his flute is very good. It’s me and Junior Baishi who need to practice.”

"Uh-huh."

Shiraishi Hitomi finally nodded, uttering a decent sound.

"I see--"

Sumire Amamiya nodded emphatically, clasped her hands together, and said in a slightly teasing voice,

"Toda-senpai really dotes on her juniors. Is it because any junior who is good gets a personal defense? Or is it just Miyamine-kun who gets special treatment?"

"Huh? Ah?" Erika Toda didn't understand what she meant.

"Hey--"

As if chatting with her had been tiring, Sumire Amamiya sighed helplessly and turned to Hitomi Shiraishi, saying...

"Does Shiraishi-kun think so too?"