Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady Chapter 537: Day 246: Observations and Thoughts2

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 rembered 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 al.

"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 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 mont to react.

It was the first ti soone 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 ten thousand yen for now, I’ll ask you for more when it runs out."

"Here, try to save so, 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, rember to repay the actual person."

Watching her past self, Xiaoquan Aonai smiled.

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

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

As soon as she returned to the group, she was imdiately 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 sa teacher!" Kunii Shuichi ground his teeth.

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

What does ’teachers are also won’ an? Does it imply she has her eyes on Dubian Che? Absolutely impossible!

That’s what the sixteen-year-old "Xiaoquan Aonai" thought at the ti.

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 lifeti with this student’s body... not to ntion 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 dical 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 tis;

Saito Keisuke talked about a senior from Keio University, who worked in the ga 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 gas.

She had enough.

She decided to go to the Human Observation Departnt.

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 instrunts 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 instrunts, facing the window.

"Xiaoquan Aonai" walked behind these people.

She saw soone relaxing their numb lips;

soone was cleaning the condensation from inside their instrunt (that’s the moisture that builds up from long practice sessions);

soone 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 Instrunt 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 instrunt parts, their energetic thighs peeked out beneath their pleated skirts.

This sink, reportedly non-existent until last year, ant the Wind Instrunt Club had to go to a distant bathroom to clean their instrunts.

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

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

She yearned to accomplish sothing 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 Instrunt Club, but seeing the scene, decided to leave first.

"Watanabe." A voice calling for this body ca 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? Co on over!" Ichiki Kui called out warmly.

"Oh, okay." "Xiaoquan Aonai" hesitated montarily 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 ca to see us at lunch!" Ichiki Kui said excitedly.

"Mayi Big Sister joined the Wind Instrunt Club even at Tokyo University, so even if I get a recomndation 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 Instrunt Club at Tokyo University, co listen!" another girl said.

Everyone was talking over each other about the recent happenings.

It seed to "Xiaoquan Aonai," the person who couldn’t distinguish between Mayi Big Sister and Asuka Big Sister was very popular at the Wind Instrunt 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 ca to inquire about the oboe."

Her voice was soft and very pleasant.

"... Sorry, I have to go, I have sothing 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 ti, up to the fifth floor to the end of the corridor.

The mont her hand rested on the door of the Human Observation Departnt, she stopped short.

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

She rembered the "letter";

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

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

rembered burying her face in her arms, rembered 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 nad Watanabe.