A Core Ship From The Start
Chapter 1481 - 1001: Club Activities

Chapter 1481: Chapter 1001: Club Activities

Of course, in the end, Naruse Mio still couldn’t withstand the embarrassment and ran off with a flushed face. And Duanmu Huai could more or less guess who put her up to this—hmph, gotta admit, Banriya, good job!

Although to this day, Duanmu Huai still hadn’t figured out what the main storyline of this world was supposed to be, he didn’t really care. The system already displayed the time ratio between the real world and this trial world: one day in heaven equals one year on earth. Even if Duanmu Huai stayed here for thirty years, it would only be a month for the Tribunal. So he wasn’t in a hurry in the slightest. Besides, the system surely wouldn’t actually keep him here for thirty years—it’d probably be closer to ten years tops.

So, Duanmu Huai decisively decided to treat this as a vacation.

Who hasn’t dreamed of working one day and taking ten days off?

That said, if Duanmu Huai had to complain about one slightly disappointing aspect, it’d be the fact that he couldn’t find a good woman to warm his bed.

It’s not that Naruse Mio or Banriya were bad—honestly, with Mio behaving the way she does, Duanmu Huai barely needs to exert himself before she’d be all his. Just, Duanmu Huai felt like this had a bit of an "use a favor to get repayment" vibe to it and didn’t feel very inspired. As for Banriya, though she did crawl into his bed every morning to wake him up, well... let’s just say her petite little figure... hehe, forget about it.

Actually, if Duanmu Huai really wanted to act, he wasn’t out of options either. He could completely use his [Shadow Clone], copy the information of other girls, then recreate them using shadows. Plus, the shadow version would obey his every command, making things entirely up to him—play however he wants, pack them away when done, and reuse them next time—a downright living, customizable... uh, pleasure doll!

If he felt like it, Duanmu Huai could copy all the girls from the entire school, summon them all at once, and have one massive bedtime cuddle fest. Wouldn’t that be thrilling?

But... Duanmu Huai always felt like doing that would just mean he lost, okay?

It’d be like admitting he couldn’t handle real people, so he had to resort to pleasure dolls... what kind of trashy shut-in stereotype is that!

He wasn’t lacking for women, like come on! No need to stoop to playing with shadows!

Originally, Duanmu Huai had planned to explore the nearby area during his vacation and have some deep conversations with a few wayward young ladies...

"I want to die..."

Standing in the music classroom, his eyes vacant, listening to performances so off-key they sounded like they’d wandered into the Western Paradise, Duanmu Huai honestly felt like he might as well find a rope and end it all.

He had never worked as an advisor before, so Duanmu Huai had absolutely no idea that even on Saturdays and Sundays, clubs still needed to hold activities!

As the advisor, Duanmu Huai couldn’t just skip out—actually, it seemed like his presence was what made the practice sessions remotely meaningful!

Teachers were paid a fixed salary, and weekend club activities didn’t count as overtime—no overtime pay whatsoever... Although there were plenty of pretty girls in the Wind Band Club for Duanmu Huai to feast his eyes on, the cost was his ears enduring extreme torment. Thankfully, since Duanmu Huai was tone-deaf and musically illiterate, it wasn’t outright torture—otherwise, it’d probably feel like pure sadism.

Meanwhile, Banriya and Naruse Mio had gone out shopping for clothes. Mio had inherited a substantial fortune from her parents, so she didn’t need pocket money from Duanmu Huai. On the contrary, she often used her own money to buy groceries... Well, guess you could count that as some form of repayment.

But just thinking about how those two were probably chatting happily in a café while he was stuck suffering in the music classroom... Yeah, it didn’t feel great.

Duanmu Huai was miserable, and the Wind Band Club members weren’t doing much better either. Duanmu Huai couldn’t head out on holiday to chat with wayward girls, his mood was foul. Naturally, the oppressive aura emanating from him grew increasingly intimidating, leaving the club members all drenched in cold sweat, as if they were performing on the edge of the Bottomless Abyss and one misstep would send them falling to their deaths. So the tighter their nerves, the worse their performance; the worse their performance, the worse Duanmu Huai’s mood; the worse his mood, the scarier his aura got; and the scarier his aura, the tighter their nerves...

It was a textbook vicious cycle.

"That’s enough for today."

Only when Tasuku announced the end of practice could both sides finally breathe a collective sigh of relief, like they’d simultaneously been freed... After all, weekend activities couldn’t go on all day; students still had academics to prioritize, right?

"Hey, is this really gonna work?"

Once they left the classroom, Duanmu Huai caught up with Tasuku and raised his concern. He didn’t know music, but they’d been practicing several times now, and it was all just this messy jumble... Was this truly fine?

"Of course! Although the progress hasn’t been huge, the members are starting to synchronize with one another."

Tasuku sounded quite confident.

"In fact, the bass section and trumpet group have already begun to find their rhythm. The remaining sections just need more focused training... Mainly on their mental states, though."

"Doesn’t make sense to me, whatever, your call then."

Low tones, trumpets, all that—Duanmu Huai didn’t get it regardless. To him, off-key sounded off-key, simple as that...

Meanwhile, inside the music classroom, the students were starting to pack up their things. Naturally, the discussion also kicked off among them.

"Honestly, I feel like this can’t go on... Teacher Duanmu’s mood is seriously bad."

"Well yeah, hearing performances like ours wouldn’t leave anyone in a good mood."

"But what can we do? At this point, just catching Teacher Duanmu’s gaze makes my hand shake. Look, my hand’s still trembling!"

Another girl raised her hand to show everyone, trembling as proof.

"By the way, if it keeps up like this, what’s gonna happen with the upcoming competition?"