"Watch your wording, Lady Kiyono," Dubian Che cautioned from the side.
Of course, he wasn't asking Kiyono Lin not to tell the truth, to utter mere pleasantries—that's not something he would do.
"It's you who should watch your wording, Mr. Dubian," Kiyono Lin glared back, unsatisfied.
"The Wind Instrument Club isn't worthless, is it? There are members who work hard, members with decent abilities," said Dubian Che.
"Oh?" Kiyono Lin brushed aside her long hair, her competitive spirit flaring up, "Then may I ask, Mr. Dubian, with only a few hardworking members, and a pitiful number of decently talented ones, can you make it into the national competition, no, even into the Kantou competition?"
"If it were me, with an exceptional oboe solo piece to accompany..."
"Are you going to join the Wind Instrument Club?" Kiyono Lin revealed her signature gentle smile.
"No, not going," Dubian Che felt a chill down his back.
Kiyono Lin's gentle smile transformed into the smile of a victor:
