I play wind instruments in Kansai

Compared to Hokkaido, spring on the Kii Peninsula is humid, with temperatures hovering around a mild 22 degrees Celsius.

My phone alarm goes off at eight o'clock. I live in Hokkaido all year round, and it's too cold to get up in the morning, so I always rush to school right on time.

The warm early spring feels a little strange.

Gong Lingwang blinked as he looked at the ceiling.

Deep Blue, come out!

A trading screen popped up in front of me, displaying options such as "Known Value Market" and "Personal Account".

The market opens at 9:00 AM, has a lunch break from 11:30 AM to 12:30 PM, and closes at 3:00 PM. There is no after-hours trading.

In other words, it hasn't opened for sale yet.

Gong Lingwang clicked on the known value chart, and there was no change compared to yesterday. It is possible that there will be no change until the market opens.

As a novice, Miyamine Nozomi has a strong desire to learn.

So, dressed in his college uniform, he sought advice from his father, who had lost at least three million yen in stock trading over the years.

"You've come to the right person. That's what it's all about when you're battling it out in the stock market."

The father suddenly became interested, raised his finger and tapped his temple, saying...

Whenever an elder starts lecturing, they'll launch into a long, elaborate sermon.

Taxes, NISA, specific trading seats, transaction details, various candlestick charts, volume contraction and expansion, etc.

But Gong Lingwang didn't hear everything, nor did he have much time to listen; he only remembered one sentence from him—

"Sell if it opens high".

In other words, if the price rises immediately after the market opens, it would be safer to sell.

"Don't invest in stocks," Gong Ling's mother said, frowning.

"Yes, don't fry it!"

You were the one who talked the loudest.

"I was just curious, and I didn't have the money to speculate, I was in school."

Gong Lingwang casually made an excuse, then got up and went out.

He lives near Wakayama Station.

The school he attended was the Municipal Haruki College, located near the Yoshirei Station.

It is an ordinary municipal college with average admission scores, but strangely, almost every year some students are admitted to top universities such as the University of Tokyo.

It all comes down to talent.

Gongling Wang felt that he was one of them.

At Wakayama Station, following the ever-present cat conductor, we arrived at platform 9, where two small trams that have been working on the Kishigawa Line for years were quietly parked.

I didn't see Xiaoyu or the Strawberry Tram today. It was a very plain commuter color. The platform was mostly filled with students, old ladies buying groceries, and office workers commuting to work.

There was no loud noise, only the morning light shining obliquely on the railway tracks, like a pair of infinitely extending silver chopsticks.

Stepping onto the tram, you're greeted by a nostalgic wooden atmosphere. The warm-toned wooden decorations instantly lift your spirits. Miyamine Nozomi feels that the street electricity here is even better than in Hokkaido.

"handsome guy."

"Hmm, he's handsome, and wearing the same uniform."

The gazes of girls could be faintly heard from all around.

Sitting in his seat, the white long-sleeved shirt didn't look tough on him at all; his youthful charm completely masked the old uniform's outdated feel.

I wish my future life path would be as smooth as modeling.

Gong Lingwang recalled a saying: If one's appearance is not matched by talent, one will ultimately be reduced to a commodity for a voluptuous young woman to be cruelly exploited.

"Gongling?"

A boy with a buzz cut entered the station, his white shirt looked wrinkled, and he was carrying a black musical instrument case.

I glanced at it and saw it was Mizuno Souji, who had specially organized a party for him yesterday, but he stood me up.

"Did Liu Mu come to see you yesterday?" Although he was stood up, he wasn't angry.

"How did you know?" Miyamune asked.

"How could I not know?"

Mizuno Soji tucked his schoolbag into his arms and placed the suitcase directly on the carriage floor, saying...

"She initially said she didn't want to come, but in the end she told me she was going to keep her friends company. But when she heard you weren't coming, she still ran off. Of course she'd come to find you. You know what I mean? That's what being a tsundere is all about."

"Tsundere is just a placebo that people who have been rejected imagine."

"Next topic."

"Yes, she came to see me yesterday and talked about something." Miyamine Nozomi said, glancing at the sailor-uniformed girls in the carriage.

Compared to sailor uniforms, Western-style uniforms are definitely more sexy. Is it because Western-style uniforms seem too formal?

Mizuno Souji stared wide-eyed and asked:

"Confess your feelings?"

"So fast?"

"Isn't everything about being fast at our age?" Mizuno Soji said with a grin. "Anyway, put willow aside, I have something to tell you. I heard that Kirishima has come to school."

"I know."

"You know? You know who Kirishima is?"

"She came to see me yesterday too."

Upon hearing Gong Lingwang's words, he frowned, and an indescribable expression appeared on his face as he said:

"Even more? You're amazing, Gong Ling."

"It's really strange. I've only been back for a day, and two girls have already come to my door," said Miyamune Nozomi, shrugging.

Mizuno Soji patted his shoulder and said:

"It's been a long time since I've seen Kirishima-kun."

"very beautiful."

"You've got your eye on it?"

"I just like her looks."

"Yes, she's been beautiful since she was little."

There's no way around it, she really is beautiful. If I were to pretend and say, "No, I have absolutely no interest in her looks..."

Please don't believe what these people say; nine times out of ten it's false. People always tend to be attracted to beauty.

Mizuno Soji said:

"But it's really strange. She's clearly from Wakayama City, but her accent isn't like ours. You see, we usually add an 'nn' at the end of our sentences, but she doesn't at all. It's just standard Mandarin."

"I also speak Mandarin."

"That's because you've been gone for several years. The environment and atmosphere can change a person, but she hasn't. I heard she's been staying in Wakayama City with her grandmother, and the older generation usually speaks the local dialect, right?"

Mizuno Souji looked up, noticed that quite a few girls were looking in their direction, and suddenly laughed, saying...

"Miyarei, do you still remember how I say 'I like you' in the Kansai dialect?"

Who does this guy look down on?

Gongling Wang poured out a smooth Kansai dialect:

"su ki ya n".

"Oh, he said it!"

"Mmm—! It feels so good!"

The girls suddenly gasped in surprise. When they saw Gong Lingwang glancing over, they tried to hide their panic by glancing around. Their firm thighs under their skirts radiated a healthy, honey-colored glow.

"Yanagi told me to stay away from Kirishima-kun, saying it wouldn't end well." Miyamine Nozomi didn't pay much attention and looked at the smiling Mizuno Souji with a serious expression.

"Haha, oh, well, it's not just random talk."

Mizuno Souji coughed lightly, pinched his nose, and after controlling his emotions for a while, he finally spoke.

"I'm telling you this, but you absolutely mustn't tell anyone."

Miyamine Nozomi couldn't help but ask:

"How many people have you said this to?"

"Uh... I heard it from someone else."

Mizuno General Management Road,

"The reason she doesn't go to school is because she has psychological problems. When she was a child, her parents drove their car across the Kigawa River Estuary Bridge and fell off. They couldn't be saved."

"......"

Gong Lingwang remained silent, yet the things he had once fantasized about in his mind were actually happening to other people.

But thinking about her expression yesterday, it seems she's moved on from this incident, which happened so long ago.

"But the strangest thing is that after the dashcam was removed, Kirishima's parents started cursing and blaming her in the car, calling her a monster. Isn't that going too far?"

"Huh?" Miyamine Nozomi took a deep breath and said incredulously, "You mean, Kirishima killed her parents?"

"No, no, no, I didn't say that!"

Mizuno Soji was startled by this sudden criticism.

"Anyway, no one who came into contact with her ended up well. Several kindergarten teachers who were close to her were eventually fired for various reasons. One of the female teachers cried when she left, saying that she couldn't bear to part with her. After that, no one dared to have any close contact with her, and she stopped coming to school."

"She's a super succubus who brings bad luck, something like that," said Mizuno Souji.

Miyamine expressed understanding and sympathy for all parties.

Everyone worries that bad things that happen to others will happen to them, which is why they keep their distance from Kirishima Ruka.

No one is wrong; everyone did the right thing.

Based on her confession yesterday, could all of this be related to her superpowers?

But how could such a superpower drive one's parents to their death?

But one thing is absolutely certain.

—This woman knows my reputation, yet she still deliberately approaches me. Either she likes me or she wants to destroy me.

"But why did she come to see you? What's your relationship with her?"

"It's okay, it's probably just because we live close by."

Now that things have come to this, how could Gong Lingwang dare to reveal that she had been secretly observing him since childhood? The thought of it still sends chills down his spine.

"A trombone?" he said, looking at the black bag at Mizuno's feet.

"Impressive. No wonder you worked at Shin-Asahi; you can tell just by looking at him." Mizuno Souji smiled.

"I didn't expect you to practice too."

"Because you don't think the trombone is cool?"

Mizuno Souji raised his hands, sliding his right hand back and forth, mimicking the telescopic slide of a trombone, as if he could already hear the sound of the trombone.

"How's Willow Wood's trumpet?" Miyamune asked curiously.

"She's very devoted. Because she's so capable and obedient, Daidouji-senpai values ​​her highly."

"I don't know him."

"She's a super senior student, the current vice president of the brass band club."

"I heard things aren't going very well in the brass band?"

"Oh, I heard about these things when I first joined the department. It's just that the rights issues left over from the previous term haven't been resolved yet."

A bitter smile appeared on Mizuno Soji's face; he seemed quite annoyed.

"However, these are all matters between the senior students, so it's better if we don't pay too much attention to them. There's no such thing as a fair say here."

In the brass band, the senior-junior relationship was developed to the extreme, and the juniors had no right to comment on it.

Even though it was Mizuno Soji who said those words, he was the one who couldn't help but sigh, clearly showing his own disappointment.

"Are you going to take sides?" Miyamine Nozomi keenly observed.

"I think so," said Mizuno Souji, pursing his lips. "You were in the brass band before, so you should understand this feeling, right?"

"No, the Shenxu Wind Ensemble is very united and has never split up. The atmosphere is excellent."

"Is this the foundation of a top school...?" Mizuno Soji slumped his shoulders listlessly.

Shin-Asahi in Hakodate, Hokkaido, is an unattainable dream for Chiki Academy.

Rather, for grassroots schools across the country, they may not want to become like the Orange Devil, Osaka Toin, or Tamana Girls, but they certainly hope to become like Kamiya Asahi.

Because Shenxu is the only one in the country with a nearly entirely grassroots background who won the gold medal in a single year without any strong resources or external support.

"It's really upsetting. Is power really that important? Everyone's awful, yet they're constantly fighting amongst themselves. I just want to punch those people."

"Really? They're all terrible?"

Upon hearing Miyamine Nozomi's words, Mizuno Souji gave an awkward laugh, realizing he had "gone too far," and gazed out the car window at a distant place.

"Daidouji-senpai is an exception. Although she speaks bluntly, she always has everyone's best interests at heart. She's also excellent at playing the clarinet, but her background is just too humble. Of course, there are a few other good people as well."

"We're almost there," said Miyamune Nozomi.

"What?"

"Ji Li."

"Oh, oh, oh."

Together with the community security officers, we got off the city power and arrived at Zhimu College.

Light filtering through the gaps in the white clouds dappled the asphalt road through the crevices of the lush green foliage.

This is Gongling Wang's first time here.

But strangely, all schools in the world seem to be structured the same way, so even if he wasn't there, he could still tell where each place was.

On the synthetic track, three or four girls wearing tight track pants were running at a steady pace, their exposed tanned thighs long and slender with clearly defined muscles.

Whether it's the elastic curves of her upper body or the sweat glistening on her flat and firm waist, all the youthful energy burns on Gong Lingwang's retina.

Gongling Wang swallowed hard; it must taste very salty.

Because of his good looks, he immediately attracted the attention of many girls.

The windows of the student club building were open, and several girls were leaning over the windowsill.

"Who's that boy next to Mizuno-san? He's kind of handsome?"

A girl with long black hair, a white hairband behind her left ear, and black over-the-knee socks turned her head and her gaze fell on Yanagi Kiyotomi.

"Could it be that guy who stood you up yesterday?"

Liu Mujie raised an eyebrow slightly, and with a black pen in her hand, she drew a cat warning on the sheet music—

"Pay close attention to the pitch here!"

"Chun, I advise you to stay away from him. He looks honest, but he's actually a lecher."

An Hechun nonchalantly raised her hands, mimicking the gesture of striking a drum, and winked, saying with a smile:

"Don't worry, my appearance only accounts for 40% of my body; the remaining 60% is enough to defeat all evil in the world."

"However, I heard that he came from Shin-Asahi in Hokkaido," said a petite girl.

She looked like an ordinary girl, with pigtails, three-quarters white socks, and a flat chest.

I had been listening to An Hechun talk the whole time, while he was busy applying pine resin to the double bass.

Because the horsehair bows used in schools are very slippery, the purpose of pine resin is to prevent slipping. If it is not applied, no matter how you pull it, it will not make a sound.

"Yinna, you've applied too much," Yuuki reminded her. "Be careful you don't get scolded again."

But if you apply too much, it will make the sound sound "bloated".

"oh."

Konishi Xiangyangcai put the pine resin into a small box, then picked up her schoolbag and took out a box of potato chips in a light blue package.

"Chun, want some potato chips?"

The double bass wasn't played by me; it was painted for the senior musicians in advance.

"Eat! It's cucumber flavored! I almost lost weight from not eating for over an hour!" An Hechun said with a smile.

"You're already very thin."

Xiaoxi Xiangyangcai looked at Liu Mujie and said.

"Jie Deng, what's your relationship with that guy?"

Willow Wood Lamp closed the sheet music: "Barely considered childhood sweethearts."

"Childhood sweethearts? Really childhood sweethearts?"

Kohikana suddenly became agitated, her words tumbling out in broken sentences, her face slightly flushed.

"We took baths together when we were little, and then we lived together, and then—"

"What are you talking about?"

Liu Mujie picked up a black pen, tapped her forehead which was covered by her bangs, and said...

"I have nothing to do with him, don't overthink it."

"Ah~~~"

Kohinata tilted her head back and met An and Jun's gaze behind her. The two chuckled.

Pongpong——!

There was a sudden knock on the door, which startled the three of them, who all looked toward the back door at the same time. Two senior students were standing in the doorway.

"Hey, why hasn't the instrument management room been cleaned up yet?" one of them shouted.

"That senior, it's not us this week," An Hejun blinked and said, "It's Hasebe-senpai."

"You all arrived early, can't you do more work? He'll be late today, Haruna, you go do it."

Sitting down, Xiaoxi pointed to herself and said:

"Um, me? Me?"

"Yes, hurry up, or all three of you can go together, stop dawdling."

He turned and left after he finished speaking.

"Your tone towards the female students was too harsh!"

"What's the big deal? I'm just teaching them how to do things."

"But Anhe and Liu Mu are quite pretty."

"That's why we didn't let them do it."

"You're so mean."

Inside the practice room, Koharu Koharu, who had vaguely overheard these words, tensed up, puffed out her already flat chest, raised both hands, and pointed her pinkies at the back door with a look of utter disdain:

"You really think I'd clean up? Humph! Who do you think you are!"

An Hechun clasped his hands behind his back, tilted his head, and smiled, saying:

"You've got guts."

Hearing her say that, Kohinata immediately deflated, her shoulders drooping as she said listlessly:

"Why is my life like this...?"