I play wind instruments in Kansai

There was an extra pack of wet wipes on the center armrest of Hayami Tenmasei's car.

Outside the car window, the cloudless sky seemed to have spilled molten gold paint, and the silhouettes of distant buildings grew increasingly dense, like a stage in a shadow play.

A very faint scent of orange blossom perfume mixed with the aroma of leather wafted over. Taking advantage of a red light, Hayami Tenma glanced at him and smiled slightly:

"Thank you for speaking up for me in the classroom."

Gong Lingwang cast his gaze, and the glow of the setting sun fell precisely on her shoulder. The fabric of her bodycon skirt had a slightly matte finish, and the sheer stockings underneath were extremely thin.

He then noticed that there was a thin slit on the side of Hayami Tenma's bodycon skirt, revealing a portion of her thigh, which was incredibly alluring.

"No, I just felt I should tell the truth."

Gongling Wang said that, but he was still lying.

Because Hayami Tenma Sei is the supervisor, and adults always like to maintain their dignity in front of their juniors, he cannot tell the truth.

You can't say, "I only spoke because I felt sorry for you."

"If I had known it would turn out like this, I shouldn't have asked you for help in the first place," Hayami Tenma said with an awkward laugh.

"It's alright, no one can predict what will happen next."

Gongling Wang said bluntly,

"Supervisor Hayami, you don't need to feel embarrassed. On the contrary, I think it's Daidouji-senpai who didn't handle this well enough."

"Hmm..."

Hayami Tenma was silent for a moment, which made Miyamine Nozomi realize that she thought so too.

The green light comes on.

"The light is green."

"Oh, oh, oh."

Along with Miyamine Nozomi's reminder, there was also the sound of a car horn behind.

Hayami Tenmasei quickly started the vehicle; thankfully it was an automatic, so it started very quickly.

She learned from her previous experience and did not play any songs.

"Gongling, do you think what I said back then was inappropriate?"

She hesitated slightly, her eyes lacking the composure she usually displayed on the podium, but instead carrying a rare earnestness, like that of a friend having a heart-to-heart talk.

"No, what Supervisor Hayami did must have been right," Miyamine Nozomi said.

He answered quickly, which amused Hayami Tenma, who couldn't help but ask:

"Gong Ling, are you only talking to me like this because I'm the supervisor?"

Gongling Wang did not answer immediately, but thought about it seriously for a few seconds, and the car was quiet for a few seconds.

"right."

"It's okay, just talk to me the way you usually talk to girls. We're not that far apart in age," Hayami Tenma said with a smile.

"Alright."

Gongling Wang was silent for a moment, then said,

"No one spoke up for you at the time, and I couldn't stand it, so I spoke up, but I didn't expect you to say those things later."

"You also think I shouldn't have said it?" Hayami Tenma asked.

and also?

It seems she has talked to some close friends about these things, probably Supervisor Ayaka Osaka.

In that case, she should want to hear a different answer now.

"No, I think there are both advantages and disadvantages."

Gongling Wang let out a shallow sigh.

"There are no shortage of people in the club who can spot the problem, but there are few who dare to speak the truth. If it were Hayami, who is about to leave, who said these words, no one would ostracize him."

"Right?"

Hayami Tenma finally heard the answer he wanted to hear, and immediately puffed out his chest and launched into a long string of complaints.

"To put it bluntly, their strength was never good to begin with, so what does it mean to suddenly say they want to work hard? I want to work hard too, but why did they kick me out first? Shouldn't we move forward together? They agreed to support each other, but they sacrificed me first."

"Because the advisor is the most crucial person in the brass band, everyone doesn't have time to wait for you, Hayami," Miyamune said.

Hayami Tenma Sei wanted to continue speaking, but after hearing what he said, he was speechless and thought about it seriously.

Then she said:

"Sigh, I thought my mental state would improve after becoming a supervisor, but I didn't expect that I would still act impulsively."

Miyamine blinked, then suddenly remembered something: "Director Hayami, was that really what you thought at the time, or was it something you had no choice but to do?"

"What do you mean?" Hayami Tenma stared ahead, a puzzled look on his face.

"For example... you didn't think that way, but you still did it."

Hayami Tenma paused for a moment, seemingly realizing what Miyamine Nozomi was saying, and shook his head, saying:

"It shouldn't be. Even now, I think I should say those things. It has nothing to do with Kirishima-kun."

"Yeah......."

For some reason, Gongling Wang felt much more at ease.

"By the way, what about the thing you asked me to do...? What should I do?" he asked.

"Ah, well." Hayami Tenma Sei pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and said, "Since you've already made the request, I hope you can help me."

"You really want to learn this?" Miyamune Nozomi didn't quite understand.

"If I don't learn it, I feel like I've already lost."

Hayami Tenma Sei slightly pursed his lips, his long, slender, white fingers gripping the steering wheel heavily as he spoke.

"I've always been quite serious about things since I was a child. Once I've mastered my cultivation, I'll make sure my classmate from Daidoji comes to beg me to go back."

Gongling Wang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized and said:

"I get it, Supervisor Hayami, are you the kind of woman who won't move forward unless you get a beating?"

This sounded a little strange, and Hayami Tenma's cheeks flushed slightly. She gave him a playful glare and said:

"Gong Ling, I'm your supervisor, how dare you speak to me like that?"

"But you told me before that I should just say it the way I normally would."

"But you can't forget that," she said.

Gong Ling looked out the window and said dejectedly:

"So you can't trust what the supervisor says most of the time, and I won't be so honest with you next time."

Hayami Tenma couldn't help but laugh out loud, and gently tapped his head, saying:

"What are you saying?"

Vehicles drove along the street, the crowds and traffic forming a slow-moving river, and the orange light bulbs in front of the shops flickered.

Upon seeing a shop selling squid skewers and fried noodles, Miyamine Nozomi wondered whether she should buy some to take back to Yanagi Yuzuki.

"Speaking of which, Miyamune, don't you like my classes?" Hayami Tenma asked.

"Hmm?" Miyamine Nozomi snapped out of her reverie, looked at her profile, and said, "No, everything else is pretty average. I just like Supervisor Hayami."

"Really? But why do I always feel like you're not really engaged in my classes?"

Hayami Tenma Sei frowned slightly and said...

"Every time I look at you, I feel like you're not looking at the blackboard."

"......"

The air inside the car seemed to freeze for a moment.

Miyamine Nozomi's mind went completely blank with a "buzz," and all the blood rushed to her cheeks. She carefully turned her head and found that Hayami Tenma was still looking straight ahead.

"He must have been distracted."

He sounded like a child about to be caught doing something wrong, his tone somewhat unnatural.

"That won't do. Although studying traditional Chinese culture doesn't require the same level of mental effort as studying mathematics, you still need to listen carefully to my lessons."

Hayami Tenma Sei, completely oblivious to anything amiss, sighed deeply and said...

"The average score of my vocational education class is several points lower than that of other classes. If we don't raise it, I'm sure I won't get my bonus this semester."

"..."

Gong Lingwang never considered himself a gentleman, and he tried many times to resist looking at the film, but it was just too good to pass the time, and deliberately not looking at it would only make him seem pretentious.

"Does Supervisor Hayami have a boyfriend?" Nozomi Miyamine suddenly asked.

"Huh?"

Hayami Tenma Sei was genuinely surprised by his question; his lips parted slightly and then closed again, his earlobes turning red.

"Not yet. I just want to work hard and save money to buy my own car and house."

"But Director Hayami's vanity is still quite strong? Sorry, I thought it was for his boyfriend."

"Well, that's how girls are, and besides, this is a proper work uniform."

Even if Hayami Tenma was slow-witted, he could still react. His fingers unconsciously tugged at the hem of his pencil skirt, and at the same time, he changed the subject, saying...

"Gong Ling, let me remind you, you're not allowed to date."

"The school didn't forbid this."

"I'm your homeroom teacher, so you have to listen to me. If students are dating, it will seriously affect my performance record."

"......"

Seeing that Miyamune remained silent, Hayami Tenma Sei laughed.

After a while, the car stopped in front of Gongling's house.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Just as Miyamune Nozomi had taken a few steps, Hayami Tenma Sei's voice came from behind him again.

"Gongling!"

"Hmm?"

He turned his head.

Hayami Tenma raised his finger in a serious manner, as if warning him, and frowned slightly as he said:

"Next time you're in class, look at the blackboard."

"..."

Could it be that she's discovered something, judging from her tone and expression?

Gong Lingwang nodded stiffly and turned to go home.

Seeing his somewhat flustered appearance, Hayami Tenma Sei suddenly felt an indescribable sense of pride. A slight smile appeared on his lips as he muttered, "Little brat."

◇

The next day, Gong Lingwang got up very early.

Following the route I took with Yukito during our morning run last time, I didn't find Yukito or Kirishima Ryuka.

I went home, took a shower, and then went out.

On the street, you can see many girls in uniforms, their black and brown loafers bathed in sunlight, firmly stepping on the asphalt road.

I took the public transport this morning, but there wasn't a single empty seat in the carriage, so I had no choice but to grab onto the handrails.

Gongling Wang grabbed the rings, which were covered with all sorts of GG (Girls' Love) captions.

Some of these are GGs from the Wakayama City Music Bureau, students from a brass band at some unknown school, smiling broadly in the pictures.

"Did you know that in Wakayama City, only Haruki is still wearing a sailor uniform?"

A voice came from beside him. Miyamine looked to the side and saw that Kirishima Ruka was also holding onto the rings.

The girl's snow-white arms peeked out from the sleeves of her loquat-colored sailor uniform, her pink nails gleaming with an innocent, shimmering light.

It's a pity that you can't see the armpits.

"Hmm." He nodded.

"Do you think Western style or sailor uniform looks better, Miyamane?" Kirishima Ruka asked, staring intently at GG.

"They all look good."

"You really don't know how to offend people," Kirishima Ruka laughed.

The tram travels along the Kishigawa Line.

"I think I've already offended Hasebe-senpai," Miyamine Nozomi said.

Kirishima Ruka smiled faintly and said dismissively:

"He's just jealous of you. He's jealous that you're younger than him but have better abilities than him, and he's jealous that you're not very manly but have so many girls around you."

"...You think I lack masculinity?"

"I didn't say that. In Hasebe-senpai's eyes, he himself is the epitome of masculinity."

Kirishima Ruka said gently,

"And he hates you, so you're not manly."

Miyamine seemed to understand, but had no interest in paying attention to Hasebe's opinion.

"You know Senior Gu Hua."

"Of course, she is a very gentle person, everyone knows that."

"What I mean is, you and Tani Hana-senpai have known each other for a long time," Miyamune Nozomi said.

Kirishima Ruka glanced at him and said with relief:

"Yes, I've known her for a long time, although in my heart, we're not particularly close friends."

"What do you mean?"

"What's wrong? Are you interested in girls' social lives?" Kirishima Ruka teased with a smile.

"There's just not much to talk about."

With each clatter and sway of the tram, Miyamine Nozomi yawned, and through the transparent windows, she could feel the vibrant springtime atmosphere.

"From now on, Xiaotong will be in your vocal section. I hope you can take care of her for me, Gongling."

"I?"

"Um."

Kirishima Ruka said in a low voice,

"She doesn't talk much and is easily manipulated. She shouldn't have gone to this parade, since she's just started playing the piccolo, but she went anyway."

Senior Shiraishi Hasebe directly asked Shiraishi Hitomi to participate in the parade, and that taciturn girl never expressed her own opinion, like a lamb to the slaughter.

"How can I take care of her?"

He was only a first-year student and had no voice within his vocal section.

"Oh my, you didn't know?" Kirishima Ruka looked at him in surprise.

"What?"

"After this trip, you may become a team leader, and you will be able to participate in the team leader meetings within the department from now on."

It felt like someone gently patted his cheek, and Gong Lingwang finally regained consciousness. He frowned in confusion and said:

"Who told you that?"

"That's what Senior Sister Gu Hua told me."

"How is that possible?"

"They say it was all Daidouji-senpai's arrangement, but I don't know what will happen next."

"I'm only a first-year student."

"Even Supervisor Hayami was called away by Daidouji-senpai, wasn't he?"

Kirishima Ruka's radiant answer seemed surreal to Miyamine Nozomi, because Hasebe-senpai was certainly not going to accept this outcome.

If what she said is true, then should I take on this responsibility?

"Should we even try for the brass band? Is it really worth wasting time and energy on something that won't yield results, and only to annoy those around us?"

Perhaps sensing the doubt in Miyamine Nozomi's heart, Kirishima Ruka's lips curled into a meaningful smile.

"Gongling, have you ever experienced that feeling?"

"What?"

"Your heart is pounding, your blood is boiling, and you can feel every pore on your body breathing and releasing heat."

A sweet smile appeared on Kirishima Ruka's delicate and pretty face as she stared intently at him.

Have you ever experienced this?

Yes, I experienced it last night when Supervisor Hayami brought him back.

"You definitely don't, because the team you were in before was top-tier nationwide, and you already had the answer in your heart. But now it's different. Everything about Zhimu is unknown. When you reach the future, perhaps at the award ceremony in the Wakayama Cultural Hall, you will fall in love with this skin-tingling feeling."