I play wind instruments in Kansai

Kansai, Wakayama City.

The air was filled with the damp scent of the sea, and the blue Wakayama Bay came into view. Miyamine Nozomi rode her bicycle up the slope.

The wheel rim rolled over the petals of the Chinese toon tree and pressed down on the newly grown moss in the cracks of the stone.

My phone kept ringing in my pocket; I don't really like getting a call when I'm working hard.

But he has such a good personality that he's never used to making people wait for him.

"Gong Ling, where are you?"

"I'm still on my way," he said, stopping the car and taking out his phone.

"What do you mean 'still on the way'? This party was specially organized for you, how can you be so careless? I even invited a lot of girls! Liu Mu is here too!"

The voice of Souji Mizuno, tinged with anxiety, came through the microphone.

This person is a childhood friend, but I haven't seen him for several years.

The Liu Mujie he mentioned was the most famous girl in their circle when they were young.

It wasn't that she had any special talents; it was just that she was very beautiful, that's all. Almost every boy liked her, and even dogs on the street would bark and circle around her when they saw her.

"understood."

"She's a star in the school's wind band now, and she plays the clarinet. You'd better buy her something related to that; she'd probably love it."

"We're almost there."

Gongling Wang hung up the phone.

He was reborn in Wakayama City, Kansai. He came from a relatively well-off family and had very loving parents. Apart from not having a younger sister to play with, he had a very good living environment.

But as is customary with many things, it seems that a happy family and a perfect system cannot be had at the same time.

When he was in kindergarten, he realized that he had no affinity with the system, so he focused on his studies and prepared to study civil engineering when he grew up and become his father's assistant.

In the third grade of elementary school, Miyamine Nozomi went to live in Hokkaido with her parents.

Now a freshman (in my first year of university), my family has returned to Wakayama City because of my father's job transfer.

His impression of Liu Mujie was still that of a little girl who loved wearing orange dresses, had a bit of a princess complex, and loved taking baths and wearing pretty clothes.

But in schools in Hokkaido, there are many little girls who love to wear orange dresses.

Moreover, the girls there seem more innocent and naive.

As the bicycle passed a second-hand musical instrument shop, many instruments could be seen through the window. Gong Lingwang only glanced at them before continuing on his way.

Just as I was thinking I should hurry over there, my phone rang again in my pocket; it was my mother calling.

I can't keep my mother waiting.

"mom."

"The college sent a classmate to deliver your school uniform, come back quickly." Her voice carried a hint of surprise.

"Can't you accept it for me?" Gong Lingwang said.

He looked up and saw a huge electronic screen outside a five-story building, flashing the GG logo of the new season's lipsticks.

Close-up shots of female celebrities' lips are so tempting, they look like peach flesh; your gaze can almost melt into their lips.

At that moment, a voice that was completely different from her mother's came through the microphone. As if she could see it, that clear trace suddenly cut through the slightly damp sea air of Wakayama City in the early morning.

"Excuse me, I'd like to meet you beforehand, is that alright?"

Gong Lingwang was stunned for a moment. The instant the girl's voice reached his ears, all the turbid thoughts in his mind suddenly settled.

He never considered himself a particularly lustful guy, but at this moment, a voice seemed to be calling out from deep within him—

"I need to go see her right away."

It was as if he were under a spell, which was very unusual; he was completely out of his control, as if he were hypnotized.

"Did you hear that? If you don't have anything urgent, come back quickly," his mother urged from the other end of the line.

Without the slightest hesitation, Miyamine Nozomi said, "I'll be right back," so fast that she barely thought about it.

He didn't remember the party until he put his phone in his pocket, but he had no choice but to cancel it since he wasn't familiar with them anyway.

Willow Wood Cleaning Lamp probably forgot about itself too.

Turn the car left and return the way you came.

Going downhill is always easier than going uphill; there's no need to strain anymore. The wind blowing in his face ruffled his bangs, and the wind blew into his mother's faded shirt.

I really hope that when I grow up, I can be this relaxed, without having to strain myself and being completely passive.

It bulged up, then slid down, revealing the boy's thin and taut back.

The Gongling family lived in a detached concrete building. Thanks to the father's hard work, the family had a little money.

A light blue women's bicycle was parked at the entrance, with a stack of transparent raincoats in the front basket and strawberry stickers on the mudguard of the front wheel.

He stared at the car, which he had never seen before, lost in thought.

Am I really a voice-dependent person? Did she really come back so obediently just because of one sentence from her?

No, Gong Lingwang frowned. He was certain of one thing.

That is, when I heard the girl's voice, I was simply aroused, it was the most primal impulse of a creature in nature.

It sounds outrageous, even unbelievable, but Miyamine Nozomi never denies her filth.

A true villain is far better than a hypocrite.

But what's even stranger is why I'm able to calm down now?

Um.......

Confused, I unlocked the door with my fingerprint; the door to my old home felt even heavier than the one in Hokkaido.

The moment you open the door, you can see a pair of black loafers neatly placed in the entryway, with the brand logo on the insoles clearly visible.

"mom."

The coolness of the room stimulated his warm skin, and he let out a soft call, then heard hurried footsteps.

His mother walked over from the living room with a cheerful smile, and happily took his arm, saying:

"As expected of Michiru's son, he's so popular. I'll go out and buy some things so I can have a good chat with him."

"......"

Gong Lingwang couldn't help but purse his lips, put on his slippers and walked onto the floor. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a girl stand up from the sofa.

He wanted to use the most beautiful words to describe the girl in front of him, but when it was too far beyond his comprehension, he couldn't think of anything.

She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

She is a little over 1.6 meters tall, with a perfectly full bust.

She has long black hair, a slender waist, and a pert bottom.

In a school that has been overrun by Western-style uniforms, Osamu Academy still retains its sailor uniforms, which are known locally as "loquat color".

Because the loquats are not yet ripe in April, the unripe fruit hides behind the dark green leaves, and when the sunlight shines through, it takes on a warm and soft luster.

The skirt was a knee-length, mandarin orange pleated skirt, but the pleats looked denser than those on a regular school uniform.

Honestly, the willow knot lamp in his memory was now extinguished in front of this girl.

No wonder my mother said such things; if it were him, he would have said the same thing.

[Character: Kirishima Ruka]

[Music Theory Type: Blue-chip Stock (Stable and Continuous Growth, Strong Talent, Extensive Instrumental Experience, Low Volatility)]

[Current candlestick chart pattern: The stock has been consolidating within a sideways range for the past three years, with its value fluctuating back and forth between the upper limit of 50 and the support level of 45. This reflects the stock's recent unclear direction, with weak upward momentum but also a reluctance to fall further.]

[Analysis of the abnormal movement: Currently, the stock is trading sideways due to a business suspension caused by force majeure, but given its strong fundamentals, it has a strong recovery capability and the long-term impact is limited.]

Purchase price: 80

Total Shares: 10000

Some characters appeared before his eyes, as if they were engraved on Gong Lingwang's retina, incredibly clear.

He rubbed his eyes hard and realized that after so many years, the system had finally arrived.

It seems to use the other party's music theory ability as a kind of market value system to buy and sell...

etc.......

Isn't this just a large-scale, real-world paid game, a financial knowledge payment platform, and a window for performance art?

He had absolutely no idea how to play this game, and his father had told him that playing it was just about getting fleeced, but his father was able to make money from it, and it even became his capital to appear sophisticated at the dinner table.

Moreover, it seems that this needs to be purchased with real money, not some kind of points.

Moreover, the girl in front of me scored very high in music theory...

maybe.......

Can you make a fortune tomorrow just by buying now? Can you achieve financial freedom in the prime of your youth?

As a child who needs his parents' support, his monthly allowance is only five thousand yen, which is still high among his peers.

I currently only have a little over 20,000 yuan in total savings, which I saved by living frugally.

"Miyamine-kun?"

Kirishima Ruka's hands were folded behind her back, resting precisely at the junction of her skirt and waistline.

Looking down, the sunlight licked her feet, which were covered in cotton lace white socks, creating gentle folds at her ankles that revealed glimpses of her skin underneath.

Other boys would find it annoying to stare like that, but Miyamine Nozomi doesn't give off that feeling at all.

It's nothing much, it's just that he's too good-looking, so he received countless love letters.

"Feel sorry."

Gong Lingwang's gaze passed through the system interface and landed on her, realizing that he had just lost his composure.

After all, it's normal to feel uncomfortable if someone of the opposite sex keeps staring at your body.

But so what?

His modeling is exceptionally good. The handsome guy's gaze is one of appreciation. Can that be called voyeurism?

"Kirishima-kun, what would you like to drink?"

Gong Lingwang planned to extract some information that the system didn't have first, since he was going to invest real money and couldn't be careless.

"Hmm? You know my name?"

She asked curiously, her fair neck peeking out from the collar of her uniform, the outline of her collarbone faintly visible.

"Because you're quite famous at school," Miyamine Nozomi said casually.

Pretty girls, regardless of their personality or moral character, are usually famous, right?

"Yeah?"

The girl looked at him in surprise, then a faint, teasing smile appeared on her lips.

"But I haven't been to school for many years! Do you really still remember me? You were probably... um... this tall back then, right?"

As she spoke, she raised her hand to her ample breasts.

"......"

This height looks only about 1.4 meters. Wasn't that a long time ago?

Gongling Wang stared at the other person with a look of astonishment.

Since he hasn't gone to school since he was little, why did the system give him such a high score? Is it just because of his looks?

Isn't it said that the higher your appearance, the less worries you have?

Why would a girl like that not go to school?

Seeing him in a daze, Kirishima Ruka smiled and said:

"You don't need to flatter me. I have my own reasons for not going to school."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony. I have no recollection of you at all. Why did you come to deliver my uniform?" Miyamune Nozomi said.

"I know you, that's enough."

Gongling Wang asked in surprise:

"You know me?"

"Of course I know. I used to live on the street next to yours, about fifty meters from here, right? I could see you from your room every time you came home."

Her gaze was incredibly sincere, and without any hesitation, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, her full, moist lips parted slightly.

"Every time that happens, I'll stand by the window and whisper 'Welcome home.'"

Her smile would make anyone blush and their heart race, and Gong Lingwang felt increasingly strange, as if something was wrong.

But no matter how I think about it, it's a bit creepy that someone is always watching me from the shadows when I go home.

"By the way, I heard you played the flute in the brass band at your school in Hokkaido? Or did you study at Shin-Asahi? That's really impressive."

A genuine smile graced Kirishima Ruka's lips, appearing anything but gloomy.

"It has a clear tone and is easy to identify in an ensemble. What's even more impressive is that it often plays the main melody. Boys who can play the flute are really cool."

Her words were full of praise, but Miyamine Nozomi felt that her praise was not directed at her, but only at the flute.

"You want to buy my flute?" he asked.

"No, why do you think that way?"

"Because I know the wind instrument section here isn't good, I'm thinking of selling the instruments. I don't like wasting time on things that have no future."

Sell ​​the instruments, then invest the money in the system—perfect.

Playing music that reveals no future—that is the future.

"Are you the kind of guy who throws things away as soon as they're no longer useful?" Kirishima Ruka glanced around, seemingly not very happy.

"Wouldn't it be better to exchange it for money?"

"I get it. It's like in ancient times, when people couldn't pay off their debts, they would sell their wives?"

"No, of course not, why would you think that way about me?"

"I was just kidding, but could you please not sell it and do me a favor? In return, I'll tell you a very useful secret."

Is it very useful?

How good is it?

"What?"

"If you want to hear it, come sit down here first."

She raised her little hand and patted the spot next to her with a smile.

The girl sat with her legs together, the skin of her thighs evenly exposed from under her skirt, like freshly made tofu, smooth and fair with a hint of youthful plumpness.

Between her legs, a long and deep shadow is formed in the recess where light cannot penetrate directly, extending upwards, narrowing, and finally disappearing into the darkness deep within the skirt.

It wasn't his idea; it was hers.

Gong Lingwang sat beside her. The girl had a faint, virginal fragrance, the scent of a pleasant antiperspirant.

Lemon flavored.

Kirishima Ruka leaned forward slightly, leaned close to his ear, and whispered:

"Don't be scared. Actually, I have a superpower, which is to manipulate people's minds."