Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady Chapter 112 - 85. Despite the hot holiday, as long as it’s f

Oboe and tenor horn lodies intertwined, enveloping the sumr music classroom, which felt stifling even with the air conditioning on.

Then ca the bassoon, followed by the double bass, then the trombone...

Near the window, soone’s transparent water bottle vibrated with the precision of the instrunts’ tones. Minor waves rippled within, reflecting fragnts of sunlight from outside.

Kiyono Lin raised her hand, signaling enough.

"Ah—" A long sigh erupted, and everyone set down their instrunts and looked toward the sound.

Dubian Che, conspicuous in his frustration, wiped his reed as if he thought no one was capable.

A hint of admiration that had just begun to erge was instantly smothered by anger, without waiting for their response.

"One, two, one, two, three, four."

As Kiyono Lin lowered her baton, the drums began their beat, followed by the main brass and woodwind lodies...

Just like yesterday.

It was supposed to be an ensemble, but the mont the oboe chid in, it beca a solo performance.

Not just for the audience, even among their own, the oboe’s beautiful timbre subconsciously captured their attention amid the collective sound.

"...Stop."

Kiyono Lin put down her baton, deep in thought, then suddenly looked up, "Beiyuan."

Dubian Che twisted around and blew a mocking "Pfff—" through his reed at Beiyuan Zaohui.

Other oboists, once they tuned their instrunts, wouldn’t touch their reeds again.

Placing it a little deeper or shallower alters the sound to a professional ear.

For example, forr oboist of the Wind Instrunt Club, Sato Reiko, once tuned, would never remove her reed unless to clean it.

Dubian Che, on the other hand, would often take it out and play it like a whistle for no particular reason.

"Here," Beiyuan Zaohui, amidst the derisive reed sounds, bowed her head slightly and slowly responded.

The classroom fell into an excruciating silence; everyone knew that after Kiyono Lin had spoken, this innocent girl would again face mockery from the opposite sex.

"Please practice until you can play to the standard we just heard."

The reed sound abruptly ceased.

Beiyuan Zaohui’s head jerked up, her lips slightly parted, staring in disbelief at Kiyono Lin.

"Did you hear that?" Kiyono Lin’s ice-cold stare demanded a response.

Tears threatened to spill from Beiyuan Zaohui’s eyes, her emotions on the verge of erupting like a volcano.

"Yes!"

"Trumpet, it needs to be sharper here..."

...

During the break, after a morning of intense rehearsal and sarcastic remarks that left his mouth dry, Dubian Che decided to visit the Human Observation Departnt’s activity room for so fruit juice.

Each day, the refrigerator in the corner of the classroom was filled with luxurious snacks and juices, enough for a party.

Sipping on waterlon juice, Dubian Che watched Kiyono Lin across the zelkova wood table, writing sothing on the score.

"You did well just now, you’ve suddenly beco popular."

"I wasn’t trying to be liked by them."

"You didn’t have friends before because you lacked soone like —soone more outrageous. People will notice your brilliance when compared to that."

"More outrageous than ?" Kiyono Lin looked up.

"Yeah," Dubian Che relished the sensation of fruit pulp against his tongue.

"So, you an I’m outrageous?"

At that mont, there was a dangerous glint in the beautiful girl’s eyes. Dubian Che decided to test the waters of her mood.

"You want the truth, right?"

"Don’t use a hesitant tone, just tell the truth."

"Promise you won’t get angry or sulk?" Dubian Che had learned his lesson; as a Saint Soldier, he wouldn’t make the sa mistake twice.

Yet, didn’t Saint Soldiers often use the sa tactic repeatedly, and didn’t they often get defeated by the sa move?

After hearing Dubian Che’s words, a smirk appeared on Kiyono Lin’s lovely face.

"Fine, I won’t get angry or sulk—but," her eyes twinkled mischievously, "it’s hot, and I want an iced fruit juice."

During the holidays on campus, there were two places to obtain an item called "iced fruit juice."

One, in Jiutiao ijie’s refrigerator;

Dubian Che drinking it himself was one thing, but offering it to others, especially if the woman in question was Kiyono Lin...

Dubian Che had no intention of doing so until he had his own tank and crew ready.

Two, the vending machine on the first floor.

Let’s reiterate the Human Observation Departnt activity room’s location—fifth floor of the club building.

The fifth floor, combined with a well-known fact—Tokyo’s heat made this a painful, though not lethal, option.

After a quick evaluation, Dubian Che chose to feign weakness for now.

"How could it be outrageous? You only spoke the truth. It’s just that so people don’t like hearing it."

Kiyono Lin huffed softly and looked away, burying herself in the score.

Did she seem more girlish than before?

After a while, Kiyono Lin grabbed her heavily annotated music score and moved between the sections, coaching mbers of the Wind Instrunt Club.

Since the calligraphy club next door was resting, Dubian Che practiced freely in the activity room.

Instigating the club’s hatred was his goal, but he had no interest in staying in a place where everyone disliked him.

He had hardly begun practicing when the door opened.

"Back so soon... senior sister?"

Standing outside the door was Mayi Asuka, with her clear and piercing gaze.

The elegant and aloof senior sister silently closed the sliding door, locking it.

The click of the chain-lock made Dubian Che swallow hard.