I wonder if Dubian Che, the guy who got a special admission to the Music University, also practices at noon?

What does his music sound like?

When she arrived at the school cafeteria and was in line to order, "Xiaoquan Aonai" suddenly remembered she had decided not to use Dubian Che's money.

What should she do?

Although she might temporarily borrow it and just pay him back later, if she borrowed money right after saying she would not, her pride as a girl and her dignity as a teacher would vanish!

That's absolutely unacceptable.

As she was wrestling with this dilemma, she happened to see "herself" leaving the cafeteria after finishing her meal.

"Xiaoquan Aonai" almost laughed, but fortunately, she held back.

She walked over and pulled at the Xiaoquan Aonai who was chatting with Akiko and Miyazaki Mieko.

"Give me money." The tone was matter-of-fact, almost coquettishly fierce.

"Xiaoquan Aonai" held the belief that:

This person would accommodate her no matter what, and she trusted her more than she trusted herself.

"..." Xiaoquan Aonai was stunned and took a moment to react.

It was the first time someone had demanded money from her; she almost thought it was extortion.

Akiko, Miyazaki Mieko, and the trio who turned their attention because of "Dubian Che's" sudden departure from the group were all stunned by "Dubian Che's" behavior.

The sixteen-year-old "Xiaoquan Aonai" was oblivious as she held on to "her" arm and said,

"I don't have money for lunch, hurry up."

"How much do you need?" Xiaoquan Aonai recovered, taking out her wallet.

"Just give me ten thousand yen for now, I'll ask you for more when it runs out."

"Here, try to save some, okay?" Xiaoquan Aonai handed over a crisp ten-thousand yen note.

"Got it, got it," "Xiaoquan Aonai" received it gleefully.

She had never held so much money before.

Back in the countryside, her mother only gave her a monthly living allowance of 2000 yen!

"Xiaoquan Aonai" took a couple of steps back toward her seat and then turned around, barely holding back a laugh as she said to Xiaoquan Aonai,

"Oh, remember to repay the actual person."

Watching her past self, Xiaoquan Aonai smiled.

She said tenderly, helplessly, and with amusement, "I know, the actual person will repay the money."

"Xiaoquan Aonai" wanted to respond with a playful laugh, but it was too troublesome with this body, so she dropped the idea.

As soon as she returned to the group, she was immediately bombarded by her comrades.

"You're too bold, daring to borrow money from a teacher!" Saito Keisuke said incredulously.

"We're all students of the same teacher!" Kunii Shuichi ground his teeth.

"Teachers are women, too," the bespectacled boy remarked with a sigh.

What does 'teachers are also women' mean? Does it imply she has her eyes on Dubian Che? Absolutely impossible!

That's what the sixteen-year-old "Xiaoquan Aonai" thought at the time.

On the other hand, the 25-year-old Xiaoquan Aonai was also questioned by her friends.

She tried to explain, but as her language felt hollow, the more she explained, the more she was misunderstood.

The idea that she spent the ten thousand yen and ate the food herself—such words could never be spoken.

She would be laughed at for a lifetime with this student's body... not to mention what she had done.

If she were to reveal the truth, Xiaoquan Aonai could already imagine "Akiko hugging her shoulder tightly asking about life details, Miyuki interrogating from a medical professional's perspective about body details."

After lunch, "Xiaoquan Aonai" didn't really want to hang out with the boys anymore.

Kunii Shuichi was fervently talking about his dream of Koshien, repeating "if we don't make it to the final, I'll prostrate to the whole school" ten times;

Saito Keisuke talked about a senior from Keio University, who worked in the game industry and had taken an interest in him in the Goda senior group, planning to visit the company during the Golden Week for observation and learning;

The bespectacled boy would abruptly switch to philosophy;

Besides that, they mostly talked about girls and games.

She had enough.

She decided to go to the Human Observation Department.

She directly went from the elevated corridor on the second floor to the club building and climbed up to the third floor.

The sound of musical instruments on the third floor was particularly clear, and she suddenly felt like visiting the music classroom.

Just go, no need for too much concern.

She turned, left the staircase, and turned into a long corridor.

On the left side of the corridor were windows, and by the windows sat many girls.

They sat on chairs with music stands in front, practicing various scores with all sorts of instruments, facing the window.

"Xiaoquan Aonai" walked behind these people.

She saw someone relaxing their numb lips;

someone was cleaning the condensation from inside their instrument (that's the moisture that builds up from long practice sessions);

someone was adding new insights on top of an already filled music score.

She couldn't help thinking to herself:

If she could also study at Goda, she definitely wanted to join Ichiki Kui in Wind Instrument Club and experience the fulfilling yet tough life after lunch at the end of the third period.

Unfortunately, she attended a rural public school and was only too proud to surpass the average grades.

In front of the music classroom was a brand-new sink where two girls were washing instrument parts, their energetic thighs peeked out beneath their pleated skirts.

This sink, reportedly non-existent until last year, meant the Wind Instrument Club had to go to a distant bathroom to clean their instruments.

But having won a national championship, the principal specially had it built over the spring break.

The results of a merit-based system, the fruit of diligence, evoked a tinge of envy.

She yearned to accomplish something through her own efforts that would make people proactively construct a sink in recognition.

Interrupting her three minutes of diligent thoughts, "Xiaoquan Aonai" pushed open the thick door of the music classroom.

After looking around, she saw Ichiki Kui by the window.

She was with a large group, surrounding a woman.

At the edge of the white curtains, the surrounded woman wasn't wearing a school uniform, but had a visitor's badge hanging on her chest; she was a beautiful woman in a white dress.

"Xiaoquan Aonai" intended to find Ichiki Kui to chat about the history of the Wind Instrument Club, but seeing the scene, decided to leave first.

"Watanabe." A voice calling for this body came from behind.

"Xiaoquan Aonai" turned her head and the pretty woman in the white dress was looking at her from within the crowd.

"Watanabe? What brings you here? Come on over!" Ichiki Kui called out warmly.

"Oh, okay." "Xiaoquan Aonai" hesitated momentarily before walking over.

The crowd surrounding Mayi Asuka parted to make space for her and then closed up behind her like water, blocking the path again.

The girls surrounded her, and the few boys were squeezed into a far corner.

The window was open, the curtains fluttering slightly with the breeze.

"Xiaoquan Aonai" could hear the indistinct shouts of the sports clubs on the playground.

"Big Sister has no classes this afternoon and came to see us at lunch!" Ichiki Kui said excitedly.

"Mayi Big Sister joined the Wind Instrument Club even at Tokyo University, so even if I get a recommendation to another school, I'll go to Tokyo University and continue playing with Big Sister!" a senior student said.

"Mayi Big Sister told us so much about the Wind Instrument Club at Tokyo University, come listen!" another girl said.

Everyone was talking over each other about the recent happenings.

It seemed to "Xiaoquan Aonai," the person who couldn't distinguish between Mayi Big Sister and Asuka Big Sister was very popular at the Wind Instrument Club.

Huh?

Mayi... Asuka... Mayi Asuka?

That's Bian Che's lover!

"Xiaoquan Aonai" took another look at the Big Sister.

Her graceful hair draped over her shoulders, eyes clear, and lips almost transparent without color, looking very soft.

Although she wasn't quite to the level of Kiyono Lin, whom anyone with a love for beauty would admire, she was still very pretty.

Kiyono Lin, the current Mayi Asuka, and the "beautiful princess" she'd only seen in photos...

"Watanabe," Mayi Asuka said, "I came to inquire about the oboe."

Her voice was soft and very pleasant.

"... Sorry, I have to go, I have something else," "Xiaoquan Aonai" excused herself, ignoring everyone's reactions and squeezed through the crowd, fleeing the music classroom.

That was close, too close!

She didn't even know what an oboe was, let alone how to teach it!

Better to go back to listening to stories with Big Sister.

"Xiaoquan Aonai" hurried her steps, taking two at a time, up to the fifth floor to the end of the corridor.

The moment her hand rested on the door of the Human Observation Department, she stopped short.

Did she really run away just because she didn't know the oboe?

She remembered the "letter";

remembered when she first arrived, relentlessly kissing the reflection of Bian Che in the mirror;

remembered the mix of shyness, anger, and curiosity during her first trip to the bathroom;

remembered burying her face in her arms, remembered every story Kiyono Lin had told.

Before seeing Mayi Asuka, she felt nothing, even a bit of dislike, but now...

She started to care about this boy named Watanabe.

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