Teacher Daxiang, please teach me how to play Kasuga Shadow!

"It seems... that's the case."

Aiyin smiled innocently, recalling her childhood sweetheart's love for catching

Apart from teasing her, whenever there was a serious conversation, the other party never went back on his word.

Maybe this is why she likes being with Ayano so much.

Although the two of them did grow up together, there are many people who grew up together, and not everyone can play together, or even a friendship that has lasted for more than ten years.

The reason why Ayano occupies a unique position in her heart is precisely because Ayano possesses qualities that other ordinary friends do not possess.

She may show indifference to the outside world most of the time, and mostly treats herself with a joking and teasing attitude.

But there is a clear line there, and for things that are really important, Ayano can always give her strength and motivation to keep going.

"Ayano-chan, you didn't keep that zither just to preserve my dark history, did you?"

"……how?"

Aine drank the milk in the cup in a hurry, and then licked her lips while saying seriously, "Because I was the one who suddenly lost my temper, and I was the one who suddenly said I wanted to give up.

And Ayano-chan, who has never had any interest in music, just held my shoulders and told me firmly that as long as I work hard, I can do it..."

"Really?" Ayano smiled faintly, "It happened so long ago, I can't remember it."

"Humph……"

Aine rolled her eyes at Ayano, then stood up and carried the plates and quilt in front of her to the kitchen, washing Ayano's portion as well.

"Let's go, it's time to go to school."

After finishing everything, Ayano was already standing at the kitchen door, holding Aine's schoolbag in her hand.

"Ayano-chan."

"Ok?"

"Don't worry, even though you don't know anything right now, as your best friend, I won't despise you."

Aine naturally hugged Ayano's arm and promised with a smile, "You can ask me if you have any questions in the future. I'll protect you!

With me here, no one will ever find out you're actually a music idiot!"

"..."

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Tsukinomori Girls' Middle School.

This is an aristocratic girls' school in Tokyo. Students are generally the daughters of wealthy families or children of entertainers, but there are also some exceptionally talented students.

After all, a school has to focus on academic performance. Even for Hanasakigawa, who doesn't attach much importance to academics, it is not really a school for slacking off as some people joke.

Therefore, as the principal of Tsuki no Mori School, in addition to relying on the income from the daughters of wealthy families, he also has to recruit some top students to improve the overall competitiveness of the school.

Of course, for Mizushima Ayano, she disliked the atmosphere of this so-called aristocratic school the most. In addition, she did not consider herself a young lady in her heart, so naturally she did not consider going to such a school when she was going to college.

"Greetings~"

"Greetings~"

Nagasaki Suyo, who had just met Ayano last night, was now walking slowly in the school garden during the lunch break. The small figure following her was the person with whom she had the most special relationship in this school: Wakaba Mutsu.

"Xiao Mu, Xiao Xiang still hasn't contacted you?"

"……No."

Ruoye Mu lowered his head, and his calm eyes showed no thoughts.

In fact, if Ye Mu hadn't been contacting Xiangzi, she wouldn't know what she was expecting. Was she expecting Xiangzi to come out of it on his own? Or was she hoping that not only Xiangzi would come out of it, but Soyo as well?

She responds to most people with silence, sometimes because she doesn't want to speak, and sometimes because she can't speak.

"Maybe Xiaoxiang is still not ready..." Su Shi smiled awkwardly, "But I can see that Xiaoxiang hasn't given up on the band."

"..."

Seeing that Ruoye Mu just looked up at her without saying anything else, Su Shi continued to explain:

“Everyone actually misses that time, after all, there are so many beautiful memories accumulated there.

Xiaoxiang also planned to continue to get involved in music, but when I asked her if she had any plans to form a band, she denied it...

Xiao Mu, I'm really happy."

“…That’s not the case.”

Ruoye Mu's voice was very soft, so soft that it was barely audible. Su Shi, who was standing beside him, was immersed in her beautiful fantasy and didn't even notice what Ruoye Mu was saying.

But only Wakaba Mu himself knew that it was very difficult for Xiangzi to come back.

Should she... say it?

With a bang, Ruoye Mu's petite body was hugged by Su Shi. The warm embrace like that of a mother made Ruoye Mu stunned.

"Xiao Mu, I will bring everyone back. One day... we will all sing our own songs together."

Chapter 11 Ayano, why do you have something that once belonged to me in your house? (2/2)

Mizushima Ayano doesn't hate studying.

In other words, there was nothing she particularly hated, whether it was studying... or anything else.

Thanks to her personal talent, whether in junior high school or in her first year of high school, she has never felt that her studies are really difficult. The knowledge in the books has also been

Because of its simplicity, Ayano lost the last reason to be motivated.

"Mizushima-san, could you please summarize the content of the ancient poem 'Spring Dawn' for everyone?"

"Okay, teacher."

Under the gaze of everyone in the class, Ayano slowly stood up with the book in her hand.

Looking calmly at the five-character quatrain from China in the book, Ayano explained in her usual cool but calming voice:

"This poem captures the moment of waking up in the spring morning and unfolds its imagination, depicting a gorgeous picture of the spring morning, expressing the poet's love for spring and cherishing its beautiful feelings..."

Spring?

Why did her thoughts inexplicably drift to the song called "Haruhi Shadow" that Aine mentioned yesterday?

Ayano mechanically read out the rest of her answer, and without even waiting for the teacher's approval, she quietly returned to her seat.

The Chinese teacher above laughed awkwardly twice, then subtly switched from praising Ayano's excellence to explaining the following lesson.

"Mizushima-san is so cool, I can't stand it~"

"Ahhh, that look is really killing me. How could someone be born with such a great face?"

"Hehe, such beautiful legs in pantyhose, I really want to hug them to sleep, wuwu Mizushima-sama, please take me, your maid, with you~"

"...You seem to be a bit bt."

Ayano had never paid attention to what her classmates discussed privately, nor had she any intention of eavesdropping.

At this moment, she was just bored and took out the notebook from the drawer, and then wrote a few seemingly ambiguous sentences on the thirteenth page of the notebook.

[The vast expanse of white feels so long]

[The so-called answers are mostly common sense without substance.]

[My fingertips are trembling but I have to hold the pen tightly]

Ayano's handwriting is very beautiful and neat. This notebook with many lyrics is not full of traces of revisions like those of other lyricists. She feels more like she is just recording than creating.

After she wrote down the entire song that she had just listened to many times in her dream last night, she wrote a title at the very beginning of the lyrics:

Empty box.

If she had the chance, she would really like to hear this song sung in real life.

The bell rang, and as Ayano looked out the window and hummed the melody of the song in her heart, she unknowingly realized that it was time for the last class of the afternoon to end.

Ayano didn't get up and leave in a hurry. Instead, she waited until almost everyone in the classroom had left before taking out her cell phone.

As always, the first message came from Aine.

[anno: Ayano-chan, leave the band matters to me for now. I'll let you know once I find the right person~]

This guy, it seems like he's planning to put on some pretense in front of her again.

However, what surprised Ayano was that not long after Aine sent her this message, she received another message from another person.

[Shoko: Ayano, is today free? ]

When Ayano saw this message, she suddenly remembered that she had not yet called to arrange the delivery time for the electronic piano she had ordered yesterday.

She stood up and walked to the window sill to call the music store. After confirming the time of the visit, Ayano sent a message to Xiangzi:

[It's okay today, no one is home. ]

Soon, the reply came.

【Xiangzi: Yes.】

It's really short...

According to the previous agreement, Ayano sent her home address while packing her schoolbag.

Although Xiangzi didn't say it, Ayano, who knew that the girl seemed to be a little "shameful", took the initiative to suggest that they go separately and finally meet at her doorstep.

However, when it came to implementing this proposal that both parties agreed to, Ayano felt something was wrong.

No, why do I always have the feeling that she is secretly meeting and having an affair with her mistress?

And when she thought of this, Ayano found that a pink-haired figure actually flashed through her mind...

Well, Aine would probably forgive her.

Leaving school and taking the tram, Ayano's residence is not in a remote place, but it is definitely not in a high-end villa area that only rich people can afford.

There are no large-scale stores nearby, but the small supermarket is enough for her to purchase supplies as she stays at home most of the time except for school.

The subway entrance is not far away and the environment is pretty good. It is said that if you walk up the street in front of your house, you can enter the villa area where only the rich can afford to live.

But Ayano has never been there and has no interest in finding out.

"Little sister, where are you going to put this piano?"

Not long after Ayano returned home, the person delivering the piano arrived. The person who delivered the piano was very honest, but it was the first time she addressed her as "little sister" that made Ayano a little stunned.

"Hmm...just put it in the living room, right next to that shelf."

"Ok."

After finishing their work, the staff did not stay any longer. They said something like "please contact us if you have any questions" and then closed the door and left.

Not long after he left, Ayano heard a knock on the door.

Open the door and stand

Standing at the door was Shoko Toyokawa, who was serious, carrying her schoolbag in both hands and looking like a young lady.

The girl was also a little stunned when she saw the married woman Feng Ayano wearing home clothes. Then she turned her eyes away, changed her shoes, and secretly looked at the furnishings in the house.

She originally thought that... someone like Ayano who spent money so freely must come from a wealthy family.

But now it seems that I was wrong?

Judging from the size alone, this room doesn't seem to be very big, and the interior decoration style is also relatively simple, which is in line with Ayano's lazy and casual personality.

The brand new electronic keyboard by the wall must be the one she had bought with him yesterday, although it wasn't as good as the ones she had used before...

But things are different now. She can even play the piano in school that has been touched by countless people. What right does she have to be picky?

"I can teach you until 8pm today. If it's too late..."

"Just what?"

Ayano was a little confused and turned to look at Xiangzi, who suddenly stopped talking after only saying one sentence, but she found that the other party's eyes were always on the decorative vase next to the sofa in the living room.

"What's wrong?" Ayano was a little confused, thinking the other party had misunderstood something, so she casually explained, "That worthless thing was a cheap item my family bought at the flea market. Maybe it does look pretty good."

“…Rampant goods?!”

At this moment, Xiangzi only felt that she was being stared at and laughed at by the devil named Mizushima Ayano. That beautiful face seemed like a mask covering up malice to her, and the last sentence "cheap goods" was an inhumane trampling on her dignity.

Although she was unwilling to speculate about a strange girl with such a big prejudice, she just couldn't control her thoughts, because...