"Next station, Shibuya Station, Shibuya Station."
Beiyuan Zaohui suddenly woke up, hugged her instrument case, and rushed out of the train compartment; she had just stepped onto the platform when the train doors closed behind her.
"That was close."
She had just let out a sigh of relief when she felt a wave of heat rush over her.
It was July, and even at seven in the morning, any slight movement could make one uncomfortably hot.
She thought to herself, better hurry to the music room, and walked past the ticket barriers and began climbing the slope.
The Wind Instrument Club practiced from nine in the morning until nine at night on weekends, and today she had arrived two hours earlier than usual.
The reason was... Beiyuan Zaohui lowered her head, looking at the legs of a girl that extended from below a checkered pleated skirt; they were somewhat thick.
Taking a deep breath, she started to run, with her pleated skirt occasionally rubbing against her skin.
