"Uncle, you're really good at causing trouble. You have no idea; the seniors were terrified after you left."
"Really?"
Sitting in the bathtub, Duanmu Huai stretched lazily, while Tachibana Rui, curled up in his arms, nodded.
"Yes, even though there's already been a selection process, now it's turned into needing to adjust every time before a match. Of course, although the seniors are complaining, they're still working hard in training."
"You're talking like it has nothing to do with you? You're also a member of the Wind Band Club."
"I'm just trying to kill time; I don't actually want to perform on stage."
Tachibana Rui snorted softly. Since joining the Wind Band Club, she's been pretty laid-back — training seriously but only to a certain extent. As for whether to go to the national competition, Tachibana Rui doesn't seem particularly concerned. Or you could say she quite likes staying in Group B --- when someone decides to slack off, there's really nothing you can do about it.
