Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady Chapter 104 - 82. I may not be able to stop lying in my life

A week of intense training passed, and Dubian Che still hadn’t seen any mbers of the "Resistance Army" join in the activity classroom.

There were also no notices about the Wind Instrunt Club’s recruitnt on the bulletin board of the society building.

It seed that Kiyono Lin’s plans were not going smoothly, and besides, even though her coaching level was high, her direct speaking and strict manners increasingly t with resistance from people in the Wind Instrunt Club.

Dubian Che removed the oboe from his lips, reached out to turn the sheet music page, and before practicing the next long note, he asked Ayane Kumi.

"Ayane, may I ask a question?"

"Hmm?" Ayane Kumi responded with her gentle voice, writing sothing on the sheet music.

"Why do those people refuse to train?"

Ayane Kumi looked up at Dubian Che with a puzzled expression, "Didn’t Kiyono tell you?"

"No," Dubian Che recalled, rembering a break earlier in the week, "but soone from the bass section did tell , but I wasn’t interested at the ti, so I didn’t listen carefully."

"Mr. Dubian, your character is really nasty," Ayane Kumi said with a light laugh.

"I tend to focus only on things I am interested in and ignore everything else."

"I ant not listening to others carefully."

"Oh..." Dubian Che couldn’t argue; he couldn’t say that at that ti, he had been distracted by Kiyono Lin’s long hair, could he?

He admitted that he was not a straightforward person and did not have the habit of telling the truth like Kiyono Lin. But even Kiyono Lin wouldn’t honestly answer all questions.

"Sorry," he sincerely apologized.

"Not to , but you should apologize to the bass section," Ayane gently admonished before sharing the Wind Instrunt Club’s situation with Dubian Che.

It was simple, those who refused to participate in the training thought it was humiliating to be coached by Kiyono Lin, a junior.

This sentint not only persisted but intensified even after Kiyono Lin demonstrated her high level of expertise.

Human jealousy, and also, since the Wind Instrunt Club itself was at a low skill level, if they progressed under her guidance and did well in the Kantou competition, the credit would of course go to Tokyo University, but within the school, would it be credited to the Wind Instrunt Club or the Human Observation Departnt?

"There really are all sorts of people in the world," Dubian Che mused, "those who’d rather fall into decadence than accept help from soone younger or soone they dislike are everywhere."

"Shh." Ayane Kumi placed her index finger gently on her lips, "So mbers and ex-mbers of the Wind Instrunt Club keep in touch, so don’t speak ill of them everywhere."

"Don’t worry, I know," Dubian Che nodded.

He was soone who didn’t mind learning from those who were less skilled or disliked in order to beco stronger, but not imposing his own values on others was also one of his principles of survival.

But the starting point wasn’t any noble quality, rather it was simply because ’what does other people’s business have to do with him’ — a typical mindset of an ordinary person.

Dripping rain sounds ca from outside the window, the rainy season honeymoon with Tokyo still persisted, sweat lingering on the window glass.

Dubian Che put the reed back into his mouth, blew air into it, and the instrunt slowly produced a long note that was still out of tune.

The issues with the Wind Instrunt Club were complicated; the chances of Kiyono Lin unlocking the "Master Level photography" greatly increased!

He rembered the marketplace’s "Master Level·Photography."

Before six o’clock, Kiyono Lin inford each voice part that there would be the first ensemble that evening.

The bass section ate their dinner in the training classroom.

Mayi Asuka and Hanaoka Asako brought their homade bento, Ichiki Aoi bought sandwiches and juice from the convenience store, and the others all had different flavored rice balls.

"It seems our basic training is up to mark! That’s fantastic!" Ichiki Aoi cheered, holding up her sandwich.

"It might also be because the scheduled performance is approaching and we have to play together," Hanaoka Asako suggested, picking up a piece of tamagoyaki with her chopsticks.

"No, couldn’t be, right?"

"Given the Miss’s character, what do you think?" a trombone player said.

Considering Kiyono Lin’s strict deanor, Ichiki Aoi sighed weakly, "Alright...but as long as we can play together, I really got tired of just basic training. Mayi, how do you feel?"

"...All’s good."

Ichiki Aoi, who had gotten used to Mayi Asuka’s coldness, continued on her own, "Everyone worked very hard during this period! I’m really looking forward to shocking Kiyono during the ensemble!"

"Mmm!" Hanaoka Asako nodded cutely.

The break passed, and when Dubian Che returned to the music classroom, he saw many people moving their seats.

The woodwinds were at the front, brass in the back, and percussion relegated to a corner, ensuring everyone could see the conductor.

Dubian Che didn’t participate in the ensemble.

Being a beginner, he couldn’t even play according to the music, let alone consistently produce a stable long tone — the oboe was simply too hard.

Since he wasn’t participating, according to his character, he should’ve continued practicing in the training room, but this was the first ensemble after long basic training under Kiyono Lin’s guidance.

He wanted to listen to their performance from the sidelines.

It was almost July, and without significant progress, Tokyo University Wind Instrunt Club could almost give up on the Kantou competition.

At seven o’clock, Kiyono Lin entered the music classroom on ti.

She placed the docunts in her hand on the table, looked around at everyone, "Begin tuning. Danyu Xing, please."

"Yes," Danyu Xing, the clarinet principal.

After the clarinet had sounded, the other instrunts followed her as a reference. In the absence of the oboe, the tuning task was also given to the clarinet.

A brief basic training session ended, and Kiyono Lin raised her baton.