Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady Chapter 155 - 102. The Finale of the Wind Music Competition

The others also showed anticipation.

"What are you all happy about? But for you, indeed, it’s a happy occasion, your abilities...ugh!"

Kiyono Lin elbowed Dubian Che in the ribs and stopped him with a fierce look from saying more.

"Are you the advisor, or am I the advisor?"

"...You are."

Kiyono Lin looked at the mbers who were indignant, as if they wanted to gang up on Dubian Che, and said:

"It’s a joyous occasion to enter the Kantou competition, but as Mr. Dubian said, this is not our final destination. Everyone, please hang in there and push on to the end."

"Yes!"

"So, take a rest this afternoon and this evening, tomorrow we officially start practicing for the Kantou competition."

"Yes!"

After receiving certificates and trophies, everyone left the concert hall and took a group photo at the entrance.

After so reluctance and argunt, the trophy was held by Wind Instrunt Club Minister Komatsu Misaki, and Mayi Asuka held the certificate, both of them sitting on the ground in the front row;

Hanaoka Chaozi and Ichiki Aoi each leaned on one shoulder of Mayi Asuka;

For so reason, Yuzao Haoi was clinging to Kiyono Lin, happily making a peace sign with her eyes closed;

Behind Kiyono Lin, who was constantly saying, "Yuzao, could you please let go of your hand? It’s really cramped and so hot," was the lonely figure of the True Beauty Boy—Dubian Che.

Before boarding the bus, Kiyono Lin sent the digital version of the photo to Dubian Che, who had long since left the Wind Instrunt Club chat group.

It ca with a comnt.

"Poor thing."

"What do you know, the strong are always alone! It’s the ultimate proof that Chinese emperors used to regard themselves as solitary and widowed!"

"Yeah, so they were eradicated by the ’people ruling the country’ system."

"...You! Do you think I don’t know Chinese history! I was a Chinese in my last life!"

"Oh, you’re so annoying, I thought you must have been a crow in your last life."

"What’s wrong with crows! Haven’t you heard the story of the crow feeding its parents? Crows living in urban areas will even use traffic to crack nuts! Such a filial and clever creature!"

"So I’m saying you, Mr. Dubian, are like a crow: filial, clever, but just not liked by anyone."

After sending this ssage, Kiyono Lin rested her chin on her hand, already thinking of how to retort Dubian Che next.

She just waited for him to reply, then imdiately sent it over.

But after her last ssage showing "Read" for a minute, she still hadn’t received a response.

Angry? Impossible.

Unable to wait for a reply, she put away her phone, scanning her surroundings, not seeing Dubian Che anywhere.

It wasn’t until they were halfway through moving the instrunts that Dubian Che ran over from a distance.

"Sorry," he said, rolling up his sleeves and picking up an instrunt case from the ground, passing it to a male mber on the truck.

"Where did you go?" the male student, also in charge of passing instrunts and wiping the sweat pouring down his face, complained.

"Sothing ca up. Sorry, sorry, I’ll buy you guys sodas later."

"Forgiven!"

Kiyono Lin glanced at him, then boarded the bus first. With her own physical strength, offering to help would only cause more trouble.

She listened to Goda’s Wind Instrunt Club’s performance on her phone for a while as the girls boarded the bus one by one.

"I just saw a judge talking to Scum Dubian."

"A judge? Which judge?"

"Yoshimasa Yamamoto."

"Isn’t that the head of the education departnt at National Music University? What were they talking about?"

"It seed like he was asking about his future aspirations. I didn’t dare get too close, couldn’t hear clearly."

"They’re not going to specially recruit Scum Dubian, are they?"

"It seems possible. Although he’s a terrible person, his oboe playing..."

Kiyono Lin put her earphones back on, elbow resting on the window sill, palm supporting her chin, looking out at the row of trees not far away, the other hand, in the re-worn school skirt, gently tapping to the rhythm.

After all the girls boarded, the boys, each holding a soda, hurriedly ran onto the bus.

Dubian Che plopped down in an aisle seat, while the guy who wanted to get closer to Yuzao Haoi before, this ti, sat by the window.

Dubian Che took a big gulp of the soda, then rolled the cold bottle across his face, exhaling a sound of relief.

Today’s high temperature was 34 degrees, not just moving instrunts, but standing outside doing nothing would cause one to sweat all over.

"Mr. Dubian," Ayane Kumi knelt in her seat, turned around to look at Dubian Che.

"Hmm?" Dubian Che wasn’t in the mood for talking.

"Did Professor Yoshimasa Yamamoto from National Music University speak to you?" This rumor had spread throughout the bus, and Ayane Kumi was very curious as well.

On the other side of the aisle, Yuzao Haoi, who was sending LINE ssages on her phone, perked up her ears.

Not just her, all the girls around were paying attention to this conversation.

"Yeah," Dubian Che said, "he asked if I wanted to go to National Music University."

"How did you respond?"

"I said I want to go to Tokyo Art University." Dubian Che took another sip of soda.

As he tilted his head back to drink, the girls quietly watched his throat move through the collar of his sweat-drenched shirt.

They then swallowed involuntarily as well.

"Mr. Dubian is going to a music university?"

"Yeah."

Yuzao Haoi couldn’t help but speak up: "In the ’Career Guidance Survey,’ didn’t you put down Tokyo University as your goal for further study?"

"Yes, that’s right. But how did you know?"

Yuzao Haoi huffed in dissatisfaction: "Mr. Xiaoquan ntioned it during the sumr redial sessions."

"Sumr redial?"

"What about sumr redial! Not all students are bad like , so good students also participate proactively!"

"Don’t rush! I’m just thinking if I should also attend redial classes." Hearing her voice teeming with frustration, Dubian Che was startled and hurried to calm her down.