Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady Chapter 187 - 114. Actor

August 27th, sumr vacation was ending, but the coolness of autumn still hasn’t arrived, probably stuck in a stand-off with potatoes on the Siberian plains.

Kiyono Lin struggled up the long slope and only felt a bit cooler when she stood under the giant oak tree at school.

The playground was deserted in the distance.

Dubian Che had said that the baseball club had worked hard all sumr and had finally earned tickets to the ’special spectator seats’ at Koshien.

She rembered when she first heard about it, she had asked subconsciously what the special spectator seats were, and his serious explanation.

He was very trustworthy in critical monts, but usually, he was so annoying when he talked, infuriating, really.

After a short rest, she quickened her pace toward the music room.

She had been thinking of the script last night, which made her get up late today, and it was almost ti for practice now.

Getting close to the school building, she imdiately heard the sounds of various instrunts—so were competition pieces, and so were the ones the Wind Instrunt Club would perform at the Cultural Festival.

Listening carefully, there was no sound of an oboe.

That was rare.

Dubian Che’s skill was surprisingly good, directly proportional to his diligence. He continued to practice even during breaks, so what was happening today?

Was it the sa for him, getting up late because of thinking about the script?

Kiyono Lin smiled slightly, deciding to tease him thoroughly when he arrived.

Her steps lightened unconsciously, and in the blink of an eye, she was on the third floor of the club building, in front of the music room.

Opening the thick soundproof door, a wave of noise hit her.

Among them was the voice she thought belonged to the tardy Dubian Che.

"...I’ve made up my mind! From today onwards, I am a fan of Sahui, no, a fan!"

"Dubian! How can you do this! I am Sahui’s number one fan! I collected all her information videos!"

"Stop fighting! I am the real fan; I’ve been supporting Sahui since I was in my mother’s womb!"

"Mother’s womb? Let tell you, I, Dubian Che, was a fan of Sahui in my past life!"

...

Kiyono Lin looked at the boys in the corner of the classroom, not practicing, and argued around a cell phone in astonishnt.

"Good morning, Kiyono."

"Good morning." Kiyono Lin turned to Yuzao Haoi, who had greeted her, and pointed to the boys, "What are they doing?"

Yuzao Haoi looked disgusted, "They’re watching a video of a female trumpet player from another school’s Wind Instrunt Club. She’s very talented."

"Trumpet player?" Kiyono Lin pondered.

Just how good must one be for Dubian Che, of his skill level, to rush to beco a fan?

Her best instrunt was also the trumpet, and although she hated to admit it, she certainly wasn’t as skilled as Dubian Che, and she didn’t know how much of a gap there was between her and this girl.

"Yeah. She’s also the soloist of her school’s Wind Instrunt Club, and when she was upgrading schools, many high schools offered her a guaranteed transfer, but for so reason she went to the not-so-strong North Uji High School, which made it to the nationals this year."

Yuzao Haoi explained, then made an unladylike clicking sound with her tongue: "But those scumbags are not admiring her performance level."

"What are they talking about?" Kiyono Lin asked curiously.

"Her chest."

"Chest, chest?" Kiyono Lin was not sure she had heard correctly.

"Yeah, those stinking hooligans also said they’d ask that girl for an autograph at the nationals. But, it does look quite big."

Kiyono Lin’s sleep-deprived head began to spin, her hand automatically massaging her temples. After a long ti, she let out the weakest sigh in history.

****

After a terribly painful morning, Dubian Che cleaned his reeds with a feather at the water pool and washed his face with cold water.

Today, Kiyono Lin was like a middle-aged woman who, after a hard day’s work, ca ho to see her husband playing gas—she picked out problems where there were none and scolded on sight.

With so hesitation, Dubian Che decided to go back to the Human Observation Departnt’s activity room for lunch.

He couldn’t be afraid of her!

Entering the activity room, Kiyono Lin was eating her lunch, with a book by her side, "Grandmaster’s Lens—100 Advanced Techniques for Low-Cost Blockbusters."

Dubian Che glanced at the author, Christopher Kenworth— a completely unfamiliar na.

"So serious?" He took so food from the fridge and sat down in his usual spot.

Kiyono Lin ignored him, still eating and reading.

Dubian Che tried to make conversation, "The Cultural Festival is for enjoynt; it’s not a must-do or sothing you have to excel at. Wouldn’t too much focus defeat the carefree spirit of youth?"

"Better than wasting ti studying won’s chests, right, Mr. Dubian?" Kiyono Lin retorted annoyedly.

"What are you talking nonsense about?" Dubian Che looked puzzled, "I’ve already said I specialize in legs, chests aren’t my subject."

"Oh, is that so?"

"You know better than , right, the Kiyono who can see through lies?"

"What about that Sahui situation?"

"...Ahem," Dubian Che cleared his throat, assuming the posture of a dedicated fan, "’That Sahui’?! Watch your language, I won’t allow you to talk about Sahui like that!"

Kiyono Lin’s look was one of disdain, or perhaps contempt.

Regardless, under her gaze, Dubian Che gave up on his Sahui and inserted the straw into his milk carton, silently enjoying his lunch.

’Damn, Sahui, even if my body is crushed by enemies, my heart remains your fan!’ Dubian Che took a big bite of his fried noodle sandwich, glaring at Kiyono Lin and chewing vigorously.

His nonsense could only be joked about in front of the lie-seeing Kiyono Lin, who knew he was kidding.