I play wind instruments in Kansai

Mizuno Soji, who was standing nearby, noticed Miyamine Nozomi's gaze and suddenly moved closer, saying:

"I think the rumors are false."

He blurted out a sentence out of nowhere, and Gong Lingwang withdrew his gaze and turned to walk towards the door.

"It was fake to begin with."

Mizuno Souji followed behind him and said:

"If it's true, she should guide our club in a positive direction. At least Hasebe-senpai would listen to her and let you sit in the chair instead of standing by and listening."

"My relationship with her isn't very good either."

"Come on, everyone knows she delivered your school uniform to your house. She's probably a fan of yours."

During adolescence, rumors and gossip spread like wildfire in schools. In schools where entertainment activities are scarce, many people choose to gather together to tease others about their deep affection.

"Perhaps." Gong Lingwang did not refute, he was never modest about this.

"But she didn't help you, so maybe it wasn't love?"

"That's possible."

Miyamine Nozomi is currently being suppressed by Hasebe Group Leader and is unable to participate in the performance. If Kirishima Ruka really likes her, she should use her ability to get her on stage.

But she didn't do that.

"Huh? What kind of joke are you two talking about?"

The sudden sound from behind made them both turn around and look.

Standing before them was a willow-knot lamp that looked somewhat angry, glaring at them. She held a trumpet in her left hand, a music stand in her right, and sheet music under her arm.

"Um, no, it's nothing, I didn't say anything."

Although the willowwood lantern was not discussed, Mizuno Souji knew that her relationship with Miyamine Nozomi was not as simple as it seemed.

He often fantasizes in his mind, but in reality, he is not good at talking to girls at all.

"Thinking about these messy things all day long, you have no skills."

As Liu Muyu passed the two, looking down at them, her gaze turned cold and menacing as she gave Mizuno Souji a dangerous look.

"I...I didn't say anything..."

Mizuno Souji was startled, shrank his shoulders, and retorted in a low voice.

"snort."

Willow Wood Lamp snorted through its nose, and because both hands were holding things, it could only gently touch Miyamine Nozomi's calf with its bare feet, saying,

"Did you hear that?"

"I didn't say anything."

"You must be secretly thrilled. Guys always get excited when they hear rumors about themselves dating pretty girls, right?"

"How can you guess what I'm thinking like that?" Gong Lingwang frowned and said, "Just because they think that way doesn't mean I think that way."

He spoke with such seriousness that there was no sign of him lying. Liu Mujie didn't say anything, but only gave him a sharp glance.

"That would be best."

She lifted her right foot, poked the tip of her black sock into the opening of her shoe, and slowly shoved her toes inside, leaving her heel sticking out.

The knit pattern of the socks was stretched sparsely at the heel, revealing a glimpse of flesh color, while the black socks stubbornly pressed the heel against the back of the shoe.

After wiping the shoe three times, I noticed that her earlobes were starting to turn red, not from fatigue, but from anger.

Seeing this, Gong Ling reached out his right hand to support her calf. Through the black stockings, he could feel her muscles tense slightly.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

"Step on it." Gong Lingwang used his other hand to bend the heel of the shoe backward.

".......rogue."

Willow Wood Lamp's cheeks flushed red, his heels sank down, the arch of his foot glided across his palm, and then his Achilles tendon suddenly narrowed.

"The other foot."

"What a hassle."

She said that, but she still lifted her foot.

"Thirty-six yards?"

"What's wrong? Is it not working?"

"No, I just think it's very delicate."

"abnormal."

Willow Wood Lamp's eyelashes trembled slightly. She bit her lower lip, lifted her foot, tapped the ground with the tip of her shoe, and walked away quickly.

Mizuno Souji and Tatsuno Sawamura, who were standing nearby, were almost stunned. They could see the girl's feet almost every day, but they could never touch them.

Gong Lingwang not only did it, but the other party not only didn't kick him away, but also made him do it while cursing him.

"Gongling? Is this something we can handle directly?"

Mizuno Soji asked anxiously,

"Won't I get beaten up?"

"I wasn't hit either."

"I've learned something! As long as you control a girl's hands, you can do whatever you want, right?"

"Senior Ryūno, I don't think that's what I meant."

"How are you feeling?" Mizuno Souji asked, taking a deep breath.

"It's nothing special."

Gongling Wang rubbed his hands and said,

"It's just the feel of the socks; there's no difference from your own. Everyone's overthinking it."

Mizuno Soji shouted:

"Damn it! There's a huge difference! That's a girl, and you're putting on that 'it's just like that' face? What are you pretending for! You're probably just waiting to hide and keep smelling the lingering scent of her feet on your hands after we part ways, aren't you?!"

"While I am somewhat envious, this is just too disgusting," Ryūno Sawamura clicked his tongue.

Gongling Wang reminded him:

"Listen to me, girls' feet don't necessarily smell good, especially when they wear socks. They're basically covered in socks all day, so honestly, they don't smell good. I'm going to wash my hands right now."

"Don't even think about it! You won't destroy the sacred space in my heart!"

This guy is hopeless.

"...Let's go get the clothes," said Tatsuno Sawamura, patting Miyamine Nozomi on the shoulder.

"OK."

Mizuno Soji caught up with him with a grin and said:

"I was just joking, don't believe me, and don't tell anyone else."

"Is there a difference between first-year students and upperclassmen?" Miyamine asked.

"No, it's exactly the same for the sake of visual consistency," said Tatsuno Sawamura.

Why aren't you answering me?

Upon entering the storage room, one finds that most of the plants here are first-year-olds, with only a few being two or three years old.

Gu Huayin was squatting on the ground. As always, she was captivating, with a slender waist, full breasts, and even the outline of her buttocks covered by her skirt was very alluring.

She used an art knife to cut open the transparent tape on the cardboard box, revealing many bags filled with performance costumes inside.

Distribute clothes according to the order of vocal parts.

Hearing from Toda-senpai that the girls' performance dresses were very short, so short that she blushed just talking about it, Miyamine Nozomi's expression became even more serious out of curiosity.

"Next, the piccolo part!"

The sound of Tani Hana's voice made Miyamine Nozomi quickly step forward and take the plastic bag containing the clothes, which was blue and white from the outside.

And a hat with a blue feather tied around it?

"Hitomi, if there's anything that's not suitable, be sure to tell me in advance, okay?" Tani Hana handed over a set of clothes.

Gong Lingwang glanced to the side and saw that Shiraishi Hitomi had been standing beside him at some point. When she picked up her clothes, he could clearly feel her forearm drooping.

"Hmm." Shiraishi Hitomi's lips did not open; the sound only came from her throat.

"Members who have received their instruments can try them on first. Don't go to the wrong changing room. There won't be time to alter anything if it doesn't fit. Put them on this afternoon and bring your instruments to the playground for assembly."

Daidoji Seiko's voice rang out from the storage room, clear and melodious.

"Miyarei, let's go," said Mizuno Soji.

There are already few boys, and he and Gong Ling are the only boys in the whole year.

I went outside, found an empty classroom, locked it, and drew the curtains facing the corridor.

"I never imagined that one day I would have to be completely honest with you." Mizuno Souji became a little embarrassed.

"It's not like she's completely naked."

"Sorry, I'm a bit naive. I get shy even with my best friend."

"......"

Gongling Wang didn't bother to say anything and quickly changed into his uniform.

The upper body is a light blue crisp shirt with epaulettes on the shoulders, and the neckerchief is a navy collar with a silver metal button sewn at the end.

The pants were plain white trousers, nothing special.

Because the Gongling Wang lamp was individually measured close to the body, it fits perfectly and doesn't feel constricting.

"Oh no, these pants seem a bit long."

Mizuno Soji lowered his head dejectedly, his trousers drooping listlessly, the cuffs even reaching the ground.

Gongling Wang said, "It can't be that much different?"

"Hmm, I just slightly exaggerated my leg length."

"You're not just putting on a show..., are you?"

Mizuno Souji panicked at the thought of having to wear this outfit to practice that afternoon and said:

"What should I do? I can't go like this, it's too embarrassing."

"First, roll up your trouser legs, then when you get home, have your family use safety pins to pull them up."

"...This is the only way."

Mizuno Sōji squatted down and rolled up his trouser legs.

"No, this is so ugly! It looks like a tumor!"

He said awkwardly, glancing again at the perfectly fitting Miyamune, his face contorted with unbearable suffering.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Suddenly, gasps of surprise came from the girls next door. Gong Lingwang subconsciously looked at the wall next to him. He had already noticed that the next room was the girls' changing room when he came in.

I don't know who caused the sensation.

He took off his clothes, changed back into his Haruki uniform, and left the classroom, leaving Mizuno Souji alone inside, ranting and raving.

Back in the flute and piccolo practice room, Erika Toda was sitting next to Hitomi Shiraishi. It was clear that she really wanted to get along with this first-year student.

Although there are many girls in the wind instrument club, the piccolo is a complete exception; she is the only girl in the club.

"Miyarei-kun, how is it? Does the clothes fit?" Erika Toda looked up and met his gaze.

"Hmm, it fits perfectly." Miyamine Nozomi stepped forward and asked, "Shiraishi-kun, aren't you going to try the clothes on?"

The plastic bag on the table was completely unopened.

At the same time, he discovered that the chair he usually sat on was being sat on by Erika Toda.

"Hmm..."

Hitomi Shiraishi's lips parted slightly, the setting sun casting a honey-colored glow on them.

"I've tried it."

"So fast."

Gongling Wang said with a smile,

"Seriously, Shiraishi-kun is amazing. He's only just started playing the piccolo, and he's already playing it to this level."

When the topic was brought up, Erika Toda, who wanted to build a good relationship with her, immediately chimed in:

"Right? I was surprised too. I heard that Shiraishi-senpai used to play the tuba, so it's hard to believe she switched to the piccolo. I never expected her to be a genius!"

Hitomi Shiraishi looked up at the two of them, her eyes like beautiful stones exposed after being repeatedly washed by the water on a riverbed.

She didn't answer. Erika Toda took a deep breath, thinking that this junior was too reserved. After thinking for a moment, she smiled and said:

"Wow, Shiraishi-senpai, where did you buy that U-shaped white hair clip? It's so pretty."

"Hmm."

Shiraishi Hitomi blinked, then raised her hand, took the hair clip off her hair, and handed it out with both hands.

"Uh..." Erika Toda looked at her in surprise, and after a while said, "Is...are you going to give it to me?"

A conflicted glint flashed in Shiraishi Hitomi's pupils. Her legs moved beneath her skirt, and her shoes made a soft rustling sound as they scraped against the floor.

"If Toda-senpai likes it, I'll give it to you."

Erika Toda hadn't thought that much about it; she was a little stunned, but immediately stood up to show respect.

"Th-thank you..."

Seeing her remove the hair clip from her palm, Shiraishi Hitomi's shoulders slumped slightly, and a groan-like sound escaped her throat.

Isn't that a bit odd? This looks like it was given out of necessity. Gong Lingwang's eye twitched.

Looking at Erika Toda, she thought she and Hitomi Shiraishi had already established a basic relationship. She tied her hair with a hair clip, made a flower shape with her hands, and rested them on her chin, saying:

"Junior Gongling, what do you think? Is it good-looking?"

".......nice."

Miyamine Nozomi didn't want to say it out loud because right now only Shiraishi Hitomi was feeling down, but if she did, there would be two people feeling down.

"Hehe, that's good." Erika Toda said with a sweet smile.

"Why did you decide to play the piccolo, Shiraishi-kun? Shouldn't you switch to the trombone or oboe instead of the tuba?" Miyamine Nozomi asked, moving a steel pipe chair over and sitting down in front of Shiraishi Hitomi.

Switching from the tuba to the piccolo is an extremely radical leap.

The breathing techniques are completely different, and the mouth shapes are worlds apart; the finger techniques need to be relearned.

Hitomi Shiraishi remained silent, her profile resembling that of an exquisite porcelain doll, her features so refined that they lacked any human warmth.

An eerie silence erected a high wall between the two, and those beautiful black pupils seemed to encapsulate all the darkness in the world.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked," Miyamune said.

Erika Toda sat on the chair, her bare thighs resting against the edge, her full thighs overflowing and slightly bulging into an arc:

"I think Shiraishi would be better suited for the oboe, but Kato is already in the oboe now."

"She's an idiot."

Gongling Wang said without any mercy,

"Kato's oboe talent is not outstanding; it's questionable whether he'll even get a chance to perform before the tournament."

"Huh? It's that bad?"

Erika Toda placed her hand on her thigh, mustered her courage, and pinched a piece of flesh, saying...

"Shiraishi-senpai, if you don't like it here, then go to the oboe section. I know the bassoon leader over there; Suzuka is a lot of talkative, but she's a really nice person!"

"Who?" Gongling asked.

"Suzuka Sho, a girl in my class, is really cool!"

"Never seen it before."

"Of course, a few days before you joined the unit, she took a long leave to go back to her hometown and will not return until the march is over."

Erika Toda adjusted her posture, causing her thigh muscles to shift, compress, and deform.

"Shiraishi-senpai, I can help you make a connection."

In her mind, a large part of the reason why Shiraishi Hitomi didn't want to talk was because there were too many boys in this vocal part.

She thought so too at first, but she endured it because she liked the flute. Although Gongling was also a boy, he made her feel much more comfortable.

"fine."

Shiraishi Hitomi shook her head and said softly,

"The piccolo is fine, anywhere is fine; the oboe is fine too, I can do it whenever you need me."

".......Hmm."

Erika Toda blinked, looked up, and met Nozomi Miyamine's gaze.

"Toda-senpai," he said.

"Um?"

"I've wanted to say this for a long time: you're sitting in my chair."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Erika Toda quickly got up. The chair couldn't hold her, but it left a light red mark on her thigh.