I play wind instruments in Kansai

the next day.

Gong Lingwang reached out from under the covers and turned off the alarm clock that hadn't yet rung.

The time is 7:30 a.m. on Tuesday.

I strengthened my body last night. At first, I didn't feel anything, but now I feel like there's a fire inside me that has nowhere to go, and I'm full of energy.

Every muscle in my body is screaming that I want to train.

I brushed my teeth and washed my face, put on the uniform of Chiki Academy, and took out Yamaha's flute from the drawer.

While having dinner with her parents, her mother asked about her new school, and Miyamine Nozomi just kept saying it was alright.

"Take the trash with you. You're lucky you got up early today. Otherwise, it'll be piling up for days."

"it is good."

I once missed the designated time to throw away the trash and had to leave it at home, which was very unpleasant to look at.

"Starting this June, people caught littering will be fined 2,000 yen. I don't know if Wakayama City will do the same, but it's better to be careful," the mother reminded her.

"oh."

Miyamine Nozomi carried the trash and her instrument case out the door.

The morning air in Wakayama City is fresh, the tide of the Kinokawa River gently licks the stone steps, and the seagulls at the castle tower are the first to kiss the pale golden light.

He suddenly realized that, as a resident of Wakayama City, he had never been to the castle tower even once.

Is this normal?

"call--"

After discarding the trash, I swiped my card at Wakayama Station and continued following the cat-like conductor to the Kishigawa Line.

There were seats available on the commuter train, and Miyamine Nozomi found a seat on the side so that at worst she would only have to sit next to one other person.

"You got up so early today."

The familiar voice reached his ears, and Miyamune looked up as the tram swayed.

First came the black loafers, the tops of the black calf socks stretched taut at the calves, the morning light casting a soft glow on the folds of the sailor uniform.

Her skin, tanned smooth by the sunlight, swayed slightly with the tram as her collar moved, and her fingers hooked the strap of her leather backpack.

Looking further up, her slightly damp temples clung to her ears, and her silhouette was a receding, flowing street scene.

"Are you sweating?" Miyamune asked.

Liu Mujie raised her hand and grabbed the hanging ring, her wrist peeking out from the wide sleeve, like a white wave suddenly leaping out of the orange light.

"You think I'm as lazy as you?"

Because she was on the tram, her voice was very soft.

Gong Lingwang, who was sitting on the side, moved over to make room for her and said:

"sit."

"Huh?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Why didn't you sit down if there were seats available? Or are you just unwilling to sit next to me? Am I that annoying to you?"

"Hmm..."

His honesty left Liu Mujie speechless. She didn't want to nod, but her cheeks flushed slightly. She turned around, covered her skirt, and sat down.

Gong Lingwang felt a slightly cool sensation on the outside of her forearm, and then on the outside of her thigh. First, she felt the texture of the skirt fabric, the warp and weft of cotton, and then the fine friction.

The warmth of my skin seeped in, very slowly, bit by bit.

"Do you exercise often?" Miyamune could feel the slight, unconscious tension in her arm muscles.

"I definitely need to train."

Liu Mujie placed her schoolbag on her lap, looked out the window, and said...

"You know you can't play an instrument well without practice."

A faint, sweet scent wafted to my nose, mixed with the warmth of a uniform baked in the sun.

"What kind of training do you do?" Miyamune asked.

"To run a kilometer, you only need to practice your lung capacity."

The willow-wood lamp stared blankly at the opposite side, as if all its senses were firmly attached to the contact surface of only a few square centimeters.

"Want to come together tomorrow?" Miyamine asked.

"What?"

She turned her head slightly in surprise, getting close enough to see each of her suddenly lifted eyelashes.

He's so much better looking than he was when he was a child, so much more refined, it's as if any girl would melt in his eyes.

In this way, Kiyotomi Yanagi didn't really dislike Ruka Kirishima anymore, but only for a moment.

"I was thinking of practicing." Gong Lingwang just felt that having energy but nowhere to use it was a very frustrating thing.

"Why are you looking for me?" Liu Mujie asked, biting the flesh on her lip.

A gentle smile played on Gongling Wang's lips as he said, "If not you, Liu Mu, who else could I turn to?"

"Ugh—"

Liu Mujie gritted her teeth, her legs unconsciously pressed together beneath her skirt. Because of her frequent morning runs, her thigh muscles possessed a plump, elastic quality.

"Why don't you go find Kirishima?"

"I'm not familiar with her," Miyamune Nozomi said.

Liu Mujie took a shallow breath, involuntarily puffing out her chest, her little heart pounding inside:

"But I saw you coming back with her yesterday."

"If we bumped into each other on the way out of the school gate, and it was you, I would go home with you," said Gong Lingwang.

It wasn't an attempt to ingratiate herself; Miyamine Nozomi genuinely thought that way.

"Yeah?"

Willow Wood Lamp feigned calmness, but her right fingernails dug into the shoulder strap of her schoolbag, while her left hand lifted to brush a strand of hair behind her ear as she spoke.

"Alright then, I'll...come see me tomorrow."

"Okay." Gongling Wang nodded.

"By the way, be careful, I heard that starting in June, you'll be fined for littering on the street."

"Thanks."

Seemingly satisfied with his answer, Liu Mujie, her loafers covering her feet, tiptoed up and down: "Have you heard this year's theme song?"

"Not yet," Miyamune said.

"You should go and listen to them; you'll definitely choose one of them in the future."

Willow Knot Lamp looked rather happy, its legs, which had been closed, slapping back and forth, its gaze fixed on its instrument case.

"Is this your flute?"

"Yes." Miyamine Nozomi's fingertips stroked the box. "It's the same as the official goods from the brass band."

"There are some better flutes in the department. You can apply for one; you might be able to get it," said Willow Wood Kite, trying to be helpful.

Gong Lingwang scoffed, "Do you think I could possibly get my hands on it?"

His words immediately caused Liu Mujie to stammer.

Both of them were first-year students and were well aware that their voices had very little influence in the brass band, and even their choice of instruments was last in line.

Not to mention the song selection mentioned earlier, the specific song selection power is all in the hands of the senior students who have been studying for three years.

"As long as you're good at the flute, Senior Gu Hua will consider your position and give you a better instrument," she said reluctantly.

"That's probably impossible." Miyamune Nozomi chuckled.

"Are you bad at playing the flute?"

"So-so."

"That gives you a chance to grow. Those senior students are so annoying, taking advantage of the fact that there are only three flutes in the department."

Liu Mujie lowered her head, her voice suddenly becoming soft and gentle.

"I'd rather be bothered by Gong Ling than by anyone else."

Gong Lingwang didn't speak. He didn't know the situation within the brass band yet and wanted to wait and see what happened at today's meeting.

Arrive at Yoshirei Station along the Kishigawa Line.

As soon as I arrived at the school gate, someone greeted Liu Mujie Deng beside me.

"Good morning, Jie Deng!"

Good morning, Chun.

A girl with long, straight black hair walked over quickly, with a single tuft of hair sticking up on her head.

She quickly noticed Gong Lingwang, her hands clasped at her sides, and she tensed up like a rabbit:

"Is this junior student Gong Ling?"

Willow Wood Lamp nodded, glanced at him, and said:

"Gongling, she's a senior in the brass band, she takes good care of me. Even though she's a third-year student, she gets along very well with us first-year students."

"I am An Hejun, and I am the percussion group leader in the club. Although I like the timpani, I can play any instrument."

An Hechun's gaze remained fixed on Gong Lingwang. She raised her hands to make rabbit ears and winked with her beautiful eyes.

Please take care of me.

[Character: An Hechun]

[Type: Blue-chip stock (Group leader, consistently stable, strong growth predictability, low volatility, not easily manipulated by external factors)]

[Candlestick chart: Small fluctuations, good trend continuity, small-scale step-like rise, stable and solid]

[Anomaly Interpretation: None]

Purchase price: 95

"Hello, senior. My name is Miyamine Nozomi, and my flute playing is 'Nanaka'."

Anhe Chun suddenly straightened her back; her model-like figure made her appear ramrod straight, but unfortunately, the sailor uniform didn't suit her well.

"Are you two dating?" she asked with a smile.

"Of course not." Yuuto Yanagi denied it outright and walked straight into the school. "After he went to Hokkaido, I didn't have much contact with him anymore."

The two followed.

"Alright, what kind of wind instruments does Junior Gongling like?" An Hechun asked. "For example, what composers or pieces do you like?"

"He's been practicing Hokkaido for so long, he must like Mr. Kitahara. This year's theme song, 'Reflection of Memories,' is still his," said Kiyotomi Yanagi.

An Hechun asked curiously:

"I heard that Hokkaido has become Mr. Kitahara's territory, is that true?"

"His influence is indeed very significant," said Miyamune Nozomi.

"That's good, that's good. I listen to his music occasionally too, but what does Junior Gongling like?" An Hechun asked, his hands hanging behind his back, staring intently at him.

"I don't really have any particular favorites," Miyamune shrugged. "The higher the difficulty, the better."

"An amateur!"

An Hechun raised the corner of her mouth and said,

"The best piece is the one that suits you. Even a simple piece can win you a gold medal, otherwise everyone would choose difficult pieces."

"But it's true that difficult pieces are easier to score high on," said Yuuto Yanagi.

"So I think all those judges are idiots."

An Hechun said with a smile,

"Oh, by the way, do you want to go out for lunch after the meeting this afternoon? I have a discount coupon for a barbecue restaurant."

Willow Knot Lamp said:

"But isn't it Hina's turn to be on duty today?"

"Don't worry, I've already talked to Seiko about that matter before. Hina doesn't have to do the cleaning duty today, otherwise it would be too unfair to her."

"Okay then."

"Want to come along, junior Gongling?" An Hechun offered the invitation, which didn't seem like a casual one.

"No need, I have other things to do."

He was going to pick up the flute he had rented the night before after school.

"Okay, let's meet up again next time."

After changing into indoor shoes at the shoe cabinet, Gongling Wang and Liumu Jiedeng went to the classroom together.

In the corridor, she met Kirishima Ruka, who was chatting with Kato Ai, and she also noticed herself.

Her gaze remained at the same height as his own, and this alone made one feel an overwhelming sense of trust in her.

Gong Lingwang smiled in agreement.

Enter the classroom.

As soon as Liu Mujie sat down, she was surrounded by several girls, who kept saying, "It's not this one," "No way!" and "Don't talk nonsense!"

"Miyarei, what brings you and Liu Mu together?" Mizuno Souji from the next class came in to greet them.

"I met him on the tram," Miyamine Nozomi said.

"I thought you would be with Kirishima."

"That's fine too, I'm not picky."

"You're so tough, move over a bit." Mizuno Souji rubbed his butt against the edge of the chair, finding an extremely cramped space to sit down. "Are you under Kirishima's spell?"

"What the hell? That thing doesn't exist," said Miyamune Nozomi.

"It definitely exists, and she must have realized it herself, which is why she hasn't come out for several years."

"She is in good spirits now."

Miyamine Nozomi took out her textbook. The first class in the morning was Hayami's Japanese language class, where they were studying Lu Xun's "Mr. Fujino". Previously, they had studied "My Old Home".

For them, Lu Xun's literary works are essential to study.

"But thinking about it carefully, it's not bad. She can use her amazing abilities to bring the brass band together," said Mizuno Souji.

Gongling Wang raised an eyebrow: "You also want to be ruled by her?"

Mizuno Souji was silent for a moment, then smiled and said:

"I'd be quite happy if it ends well, after all, I've been practicing the trombone for several years, and it would be meaningless if I didn't win an award."

Among all the clubs, there is only one with the highest prestige: the track and field club. No one can replace it, and the achievements you make can be put on your resume even if you want to find a job in the future.

The second club is the wind band club, and the honors they receive will stay with them for life.

Not to mention, if a guy wins an award while he's young, he's extremely popular with girls.

"Let's walk together to the meeting today, there will be a lot of people, so you'll stay with me."

Mizuno Soji touched his bangs and said...

"If you don't like the flute, then switch to the trombone, and we'll play together."

"I don't think there's anything wrong with the flute."

"What I mean is if the atmosphere in the piccolo and flute section isn't good."

Mizuno Soji said,

"The members of our school's wind band are quite abnormal. Normally, there should be many flute players, but there are only three: two men and one woman."

"Was I included?"

"Including you, that makes three men and one woman."

"That's good, it's just enough to make one or two spirals," said Miyamune Nozomi.

Mizuno Soji raised his hand and patted his shoulder, saying:

"Don't get your hopes up. People always say that the worse the place, the stricter the management, right? Besides, you're the only first-year student in piccolo, so you'll definitely be the one doing all the hard work."

"Just me?" Gong Lingwang frowned.

"Yes, the remaining ones are two three-year programs and one two-year program."

You won't have a good life... That's what Miyamine Nozomi read from his eyes.

Never mind all that, as long as I say nice things and don't stand out, it's always the right thing to do, right?

When the bell rang for the morning meeting, Mizuno Souji got up and left, taking his eraser with him.

A moment later, Supervisor Hayami walked in, the crisp sound of his heels particularly alluring.

Miyamine Nozomi never thought she had any particularly strange quirks, but her gaze could never leave Hayami Supervisor for even a moment.

She had a delicate oval face, wore a standard business suit, and had her coat open to reveal a beige shirt, which accentuated her full bust and slender waist.

The skirt was knee-length, and the stockings were a barely visible flesh color.

Is it his age that's to blame?