Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady Chapter 737: 322. August in Karuizawa (17)

Dahe Music Hall was open, the gentle tones of music spilling softly from inside out.

Dubian Che and Kiyono Lin parked their bicycles and leisurely walked in.

Fifty-five mbers of the Goda Wind Instrunt Club were seated neatly on the stage, with a scattering of audience mbers below, resembling an obscure orchestra performance.

The two headed for the front row.

Upon spotting them, the Wind Instrunt Club mbers' reactions varied—so widened their eyes, so played more intently, and so made panicked mistakes.

As soon as Kiyono Lin slightly furrowed her cool, attractive brows, everyone promptly straightened up.

Dubian Che glanced at the front row, where Xiaoquan Aonai was sitting listlessly with a phone in hand, occasionally glancing at it.

"Good morning, Mr. Xiaoquan."

"Hmm?" Xiaoquan Aonai, hearing the voice, straightened up and turned around, "Kiyono, long ti no see."

"Long ti no see, Mr. Xiaoquan," Kiyono Lin responded.

Xiaoquan Aonai's gaze moved past her, looking at Dubian Che behind her, who was winking at her.

A smile uncontrollably spread across Xiaoquan Aonai's lips.

On stage, Ayane Kumi, originally conducting, noticed Kiyono Lin's arrival, clenched her hand, and stopped the ensemble.

She herself descended the stage and walked towards Kiyono Lin.

"Long ti no see, Kiyono, Mr. Dubian," Ayane Kumi greeted with a hint of urgency in her voice.

The Wind Instrunt Club had been without Kiyono Lin's guidance since August, and with the competition date drawing closer, the anxious section leader was nearly frantic.

"Long ti no see, Ayane," Dubian Che replied.

Before Kiyono Lin could speak, Ayane Kumi looked at her and said, "Kiyono, could you help guide us?"

"That's exactly why I'm here."

Without further ado, the two went up on stage.

Ayane Kumi picked up her bassoon, settling amongst the club mbers; Kiyono Lin took up the conductor's baton, standing in front of the music stand.

"The reasons for not improving, despite reminders, are twofold—one is lack of effort, and the other is lack of ability."

"Regardless of which, you all are even worse than I imagined."

As soon as she stepped onto the stage, God Kiyono inford the Wind Instrunt Club what it ant to have no emotion.

The Wind Instrunt Club listened intently.

So were ashad, so thought it was the baseball club's cheering that wasted their training ti, so they felt sowhat wronged.

But regardless of who it was or what they felt, now everyone faithfully endured the scolding.

"Starting with the Woodwind Group's flute, each of you play in turn," Kiyono Lin instructed rcilessly and imdiately began coaching.

"Yes!"

Dubian Che sat down beside Xiaoquan Aonai, glancing at the back row of casual spectators who clearly were all shocked by Kiyono Lin.

The two sat side by side, watching the Wind Instrunt Club as if in a eting, marking down every word spoken by Kiyono Lin on their respective music scores.

Xiaoquan Aonai hesitated on how to start talking.

Whether as lovers or as a teacher and student.

With so many people in the music hall and so many students in front...they could only converse as teacher and student...

"Did you get my letter?" Dubian Che whispered.

The slightly dejected mood of Xiaoquan Aonai was instantly washed away by these words.

"Yes," her voice was very light, like the note played by Haoi Yuzao on stage at that mont.

"Why didn't you go out to play?"

"I am a teacher, after all," Xiaoquan Aonai said in a girlish tone.

"I like teachers the most."

"I don't believe you," she replied.

"Why?" Dubian Che turned his head to look at her.

Because the stage was full of people, he didn't laugh but his eyes showed laughter and affection.

"Have you forgotten?" Xiaoquan Aonai crossed her arms, taking on the authoritative stance of a teacher, "A month into last year's term, you still didn't know my full na; back then you kept saying how much you liked teachers, how you're studying all for the teachers."

"Teacher, you're mistaken."

"I rember very clearly!"

"What I said about loving teachers ant I appreciate the profession, not you personally."

"What does that an? Planning to beco a teacher in the future?"

"It ans, whether I've graduated or not by then, please continue to be my teacher."

Dubian Che's flirtatious tone made Xiaoquan Aonai, who often heard Miyazaki Mieko comnt about 'students fancying beautiful female teachers,' instantly understand.

"Be serious!" she said, blushing, her pale oval face flushed with embarrassed anger.

"If we weren't sitting in the front row, I would want to put my hand on your leg right now."

"Mr. Dubian." On stage, Kiyono Lin turned around, giving Dubian Che a cold look.

"Here!"

"Co up."

"What's the matter?"

"Since you're sitting there doing nothing, co up and help coach the woodwind instrunts."

"...Okay."

"Good luck!" Xiaoquan Aonai teased with a soft chuckle.

"Do you still rember the thod I taught you to train them?" Dubian Che murmured as he stood up.

"Yes—" Xiaoquan Aonai tapped her chin thoughtfully, "Should I try playing it again?"

"Were you making such... girlish movents with my body then?"

"Yes." Xiaoquan Aonai was obviously lying as she nodded at Dubian Che.

"I..."

"Mr. Dubian."

"Coming, coming. The vice president has human rights too."

Correcting the runaway pitches, making the rhythm uniform, adjusting the volu balance between the instrunts... Repeated practice of the sa section, dozens of tis.

The audience below ca and went, few maintaining long-term interest in the Wind Instrunt Club's practice.

The relentless practice continued without a break.

Around noon, Jiutiao ijie and two other ladies arrived.

Xiaoquan Aonai's eyes darted from side to side before she finally mustered the courage to approach them, "Good afternoon, Mrs. Jiutiao, Mrs. Kiyono, and student ijie."