Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady Chapter 88 - 74. Remember: Trouble comes from the mouth

Because he got delayed by a scolding on the way, by the ti Dubian Che walked into the concert hall, other high schools’ Wind Instrunt Clubs had already taken their places on stage.

Dubian Che glanced at the audience seats; out of the seats that could hold more than five hundred people, only a few dozen were occupied.

"Where shall we sit?" he asked Jiutiao ijie.

"Front row."

Jiutiao ijie strode to the front row and sat in the very central seat.

Her posture and mannerisms as she crossed her legs waiting for the performance to begin were truly befitting of Miss Jiutiao’s reputation, as if the concert were arranged solely for her.

However, given her status, booking an entire concert hall would have been a trivial affair for her. Perhaps it was the high school Wind Instrunt Clubs performing today who should feel honored.

After all, the symphony orchestras they idolized and studied might not even qualify to perform for Jiutiao ijie.

Dubian Che sat down to the left of Jiutiao ijie.

In the corner of the first row on the far right, Kiyono Lin sat all alone.

The characters of the two young ladies were apparent just by their choice of seating.

Soon after sitting down, an MC took the stage.

"The concert will now begin. Please keep quiet, refrain from taking photographs and running around, and in case of an earthquake, this venue can also serve as a shelter. Now, the first piece will be perford by the Futaba Junior High Wind Instrunt Club."

Futaba was a combined elentary, junior, and high school located near Shibuya Station, but it had an average deviation value and wasn’t played around with by Goda and two other schools.

These junior high students were young and tender, yet their performance was not to be underestimated.

The piece sounded like "Little Star," but it wasn’t the simple, short, and easy piece used for basic practice, which was easy for newcors to pick up.

"It’s ’Variations on Little Star’ by Amano Shodai," explained a languid Jiutiao ijie. "There’s a passage with the lody of ’Little Star,’ but the first half is serene and soaring, while the latter half is full of vigor. They’re far from reaching that level."

"Be a little more tolerant of the children."

"When you take the stage, it’s all about the level of performance. When I go out to do business, will people tell their bottom line just because I’m young?"

"That makes sense, but after all, this isn’t a competition, nor is it about money, but simply a free concert," said Dubian Che.

Jiutiao ijie turned her face towards him and said, "Are you trying to reason with ?"

Dubian Che fell silent, reached out his hand, and took her small hand, signaling ’as you say’ and continued listening.

Jiutiao ijie looked at her hand being held, snorted coldly in an indifferent manner, but let him hold it.

After two pieces had played, Dubian Che started to feel drowsy, and thought it about ti to catch so sleep.

Just as he was about to tell Jiutiao ijie and then fall asleep, he felt a weight on his shoulder.

Turning his head, he saw Jiutiao ijie had already fallen asleep.

’The young lady also can’t appreciate the concert?’ Seeing Jiutiao ijie’s faint dark circles, Dubian Che dismissed the thought.

It must be jet lag.

He hesitated for a while, contemplating whether to wake her to help adjust her jet lag or let her continue sleeping.

If he did nothing, he wouldn’t make a mistake. Yes, better to let her sleep... With his body still and not moving, Dubian Che yawned.

Like this, one piece followed another, until at last, it was Goda High School’s turn.

"The next piece will be perford by the Wind Instrunt Club from the prestigious private Goda High School," announced the MC, prompting Dubian Che to finally muster so energy.

Suddenly, his ears were filled with discordant music that was unbearable to listen to. The rhythm was off, the beats were a ss, and the conductor’s baton movents did not sync with the sounds of the instrunts.

Even an outsider like Dubian Che felt it didn’t seem quite right.

He looked towards the corner, where Kiyono Lin had been engrossed in the concert from the start and was now staring at the stage with a displeased expression.

Behind him, whispers began to spread, followed by snickers.

As the piece progressed, at so point it was only the sleigh bells and brass playing, sounding like mortal enemies determined to outdo each other in discordance.

Dubian Che noticed the sleeping Jiutiao ijie begin to frown.

It was so bad, it might wake her up!

But as the conductor’s baton fell, the sound beca beautifully lodic once again, a sequence of lovely notes unique to the tenor horn.

Dubian Che looked towards the stage, focusing on Mayi Asuka’s performance.

Among a stage of over fifty people, she sat expressionless in the midst of the crowd, yet beca the sole focus, like a lotus flower.

Then, Dubian Che thought about how the insides of her beautiful legs beneath her school skirt had once been marked by his own hand with the character for "correct." A strange thrill ran through him, making breathing difficult.

Just as Dubian Che was recalling the sensation of the pen pressing into her skin, a drumbeat suddenly rang out, only to vanish without a trace, like a mouse that caught sight of a cat.

A rushed beat?

This sound had finally caused Jiutiao ijie to open her eyes in displeasure.

She yawned lazily, "Which high school is performing on stage?"

Dubian Che glanced at the nearby audience, who were mocking the performance, and responded without using the phrase "our school," "Goda."

Jiutiao ijie snorted with disdain. She couldn’t even be bothered to comnt, which spoke volus about the poor quality.

From the preemptive drumbeat on, almost every mber of Goda High’s Wind Instrunt Club turned a ghastly pale.

No wonder they had given up on practice.

Now, they seed even below middle school level, let alone contending in the Kantou Competition—performing at a school festival to fool laypeople would also be problematic.

Jiutiao ijie half-closed her eyes, "To think you’d dare to bring to such a boring concert."

Wasn’t it you who followed on your own... Dubian Che could only think to himself.

"Next ti, I will make sure to find a perfect concert!"

Jiutiao ijie propped her head with one hand while tapping the armrest with the other, "I want you to perform for ."

"Uh, I don’t know how."

"What does that matter to ?" Jiutiao ijie asked, smiling radiantly.

"Alright, if iji wants to hear it, I’m willing to learn."

Jiutiao ijie’s lips curved upward, "In July, I’ll be done with my business abroad. By that ti, you must reach a standard that satisfies ."

"Ha? Less than half a month left, isn’t that too short?"

"Weren’t you the one who said you’re smart and never slack off? You couldn’t possibly be..." Jiutiao ijie suddenly leaned in close, their long eyelashes almost touching, "...lying to , could you?"

"No... how could I... lie to you! July, I promise you’ll be satisfied!"

With the concert over, Dubian Che wasn’t sleepy; instead, he was startled.

And now, his Spanish lessons would have to be put on hold.

Despite having the privilege of exchanging 5,000 points for Grandmaster Level Piano, he thought he might save where he could and try to work hard on his own.

If Jiutiao ijie ended up dissatisfied, he could always exchange points on the spot.

If possible, he still didn’t want to waste points on such a thing.

Exiting the venue, the black luxury car was parked at the entrance, seemingly out of nowhere.

Jiutiao ijie, still yawning, walked towards the car, "This is so boring. I’m heading back."

"Just give a ride while you’re at it." Seeing that his personal safety wasn’t at risk for the mont, Dubian Che thought it made sense not to miss out on a free ride.

Moreover, acting too proper didn’t fit the knowledge he gained from "How to Court a Wealthy Young Lady."

"Find your own way back."

"Don’t be so stingy."

"Do you think I have so much free ti that I could be your chauffeur?" Jiutiao ijie’s glance was almost nacing as she side-eyed him.

"Alright then, see you next ti." Dubian Che didn’t press the issue and watched her get into the car.

"Mr. Dubian, do you have a mont? I’d like to discuss sothing with you." Kiyono Lin, frowning, walked out from the venue followed by the crestfallen tenor horn section mbers.

"I’m free," replied Dubian Che, turning back.

"I’ve changed my mind," called Jiutiao ijie’s voice. "You, get in the car."