What's Wrong with Adding Me to So Many Geniuses in Omni-Anime?

"So you have romantic feelings for him? Oh, I see!"

"Asuka, stop teasing them too much."

Ogasawara Haruka rolled her eyes at her.

"Hey~ hey hey~ what does it matter!"

Tanaka Asuka pressed on her shoulder, shifting her teasing focus, "And you, Haruka? When you see his face, do you feel any sense of love?"

"No, stop teasing me!"

Ogasawara Haruka blushed and slapped her, making her quickly laugh and dodge.

"Mo! Why do you get so excited every time we talk about love? You've never even been in one!"

"So, Haruka, you also... cough um~ longing for that kind of thing is a young person's—no, it's a human instinct!"

Seeing the serious expression on her face, she decided not to provoke her any further.

"What about Kaori? I see quite a few kids on the field have pink hair on their heads, so youthful~"

"..."

"Kaori?"

"Oh, sorry! What did you say?"

Nakasako Kaori quickly composed herself and met her gaze.

"..."

Tanaka Asuka leaned closer to her graceful figure in surprise, observing her closely. "Hmm~ I didn't expect Kaori to be attracted to him too, that's quite a surprise!"

"That's not quite right..."

Nakasako Kaori immediately retorted without thinking.

But as soon as the words left her mouth, a sense of enlightenment, as if the answer had been revealed, lingered in her heart.

No, perhaps that's exactly what happened? She frowned, lost in thought.

With her lovely appearance and gentle personality, she has been loved by others since childhood, which she has long taken for granted and is willing to treat others sincerely.

After meeting Kitauji in Asuka, she felt as if she had encountered a "special being" whose light was different from everyone else's, and she was gradually drawn to Asuka.

Like any boy or girl meeting their first love, she firmly believed that this relationship was unique and pure.

"I've never thought about getting close to anyone else; Asuka is probably the only one in my life"—that's what she once thought.

Although they are just ordinary friends right now, and she doesn't plan to ruin that friendship immediately, she intends to confess her feelings to Asuka with a love letter and move in together after graduating from high school...

Regardless of what others think, she has no intention of going against her own heart.

This feeling is pure and innocent, not something vulgar that deserves criticism, a fact she would swear on her life.

But just now, she seemed to have seen another radiance of "special existence," and that radiance of tomorrow seemed much brighter than Asuka's...

Now, what should she do...? Her pearly white teeth, as white as snow, bit her cherry-colored lower lip, her eyes filled with unprecedented confusion.

If she had already established a relationship with Tanaka Asuka, had a definite connection and someone to whom she would give everything, then she wouldn't be troubled by this at all.

But, not yet, and I haven't even mentioned this idea to her... And what's more, the other person is a man...

Whether she likes it or not, she has to admit that, considering both societal views and the Mirai of both parties, the path of a man and a woman is much wider than that of a woman with only one partner.

"..."

No, she doesn't know him well enough yet; it's too early to think about that. Even if she were willing, he might already have a girlfriend.

She shook her head, forcibly pulling herself out of her chaotic thoughts.

"Not going to say anything? Then you can leave. I need to continue hosting the event."

He had no time to deal with the little beauty whose worldview was shattered; he then gestured to the crowd below, instructing them to continue playing music and dancing.

But perhaps it was Kōsaka Reina's request that opened Pandora's box, because the subsequent plot developments are clearly very wrong.

The ratio of men to women on stage has changed from almost equal to 20/80, and the demands made by the participants have gradually deviated from the event's overall style.

"I'd like to change my condition, just like the previous teacher, the girl! Can I take a picture with you?"

"No, next one."

"Um, if it's possible, could you please tell me your contact information...?"

"Due to privacy concerns, we cannot disclose further information."

"What's your name? Which school do you go to? Are you free this afternoon...?"

"Too many questions, you can get off now!"

Frustrated, he quickly handed out the remaining few banknotes, then picked up his Saxophone, bent over, and looked exhausted.

He held it up for a full half minute before the commotion below subsided. He then eagerly delivered his closing remarks. "As you can see, I'm out of money, and I can't delay your return to school any longer!"

"So, as I just said, let me now perform one last song for you all, and then we'll head back!"

"The name of the last song is -- <Going Home>!"

Having said that, ignoring the chorus of sighs below, he immediately squatted down, turned the stereo back on, and played the accompaniment.

After the leisurely electronic synthesized sounds and delicate drumbeats, a few beats of Saxophone announce its arrival.

This is different from the quiet praise in the first poem and the emotional lyricism in the second.

Lazy, gentle, warm, peaceful, with a touch of melancholy... It's like the leisurely tune that someone unconsciously hums on their way home after a hard day's work, lingering in everyone's ears.

The initially reluctant, resentful, and restless emotions in the audience were gradually calmed down the moment the Saxophone started playing in the first section.

Unconsciously, they also began to detach themselves from the lively atmosphere of the festival and miss their family members, beds, cats and dogs, and even the floors and furniture at home... The ordinary little things dispelled their yearning for the "extraordinary".

Great music has the power to manipulate and change the emotions of its listeners.

If rock music is the gunpowder that ignites emotions, then music that brings peace and deep thought must be pure instrumental music.

The leisurely and serene melody, the clean and refreshing Glissando, the clear and resonant emotional connection—all the previous deliberate displays of skill seem like clowns, silently feeling ashamed in the final notes.

Five minutes passed quickly, and the volume at the end gradually decreased, as if announcing the end.

After playing the last note, without even saying goodbye to Kasamaki Nozomi next to him, he decisively bent down, picked up the speaker, broke through the crowd, and ran into the park, not even daring to look back at the car.

"Goodbye!!!"

He left the crowd with the silhouette of a sprinter, disappearing quickly and leaving everyone, still reeling from the afterglow, speechless.

How could he run so fast...?

"Alright! That's it! We've already wasted a lot of time, hurry up and load all the instruments onto the truck!"

"Club President! Count the number of people before boarding!"

The first person to ruthlessly end the game was Matsumoto Michie.

If it weren't for Taki Noboru's request that she wait until Himemiya Chihaya finished playing the third piece, she would have already sent the students back to school.

"Yes!"

Ogasawara Haruka quickly agreed, and then led the Kitauji team to issue more detailed instructions.

The situation was similar elsewhere; after a brief period of confusion, the crowds were quickly dispersed under the guidance of their respective school teachers.

In just over ten minutes, the crowd in the Parking Lot had mostly dispersed.

Standing high in the trees somewhere in the forest, watching the school buses drive away one after another, Himemiya Chihaya breathed a sigh of relief.

Well, I've achieved my goal, and it's about time I left. It's time to head to the next destination.

Hmph! Controlling multiple schools for over an hour with just a musical instrument and a speaker... How impressive!

The atmosphere on the moving Kitauji bus was as quiet as when it arrived.

However, what they arrived with was an uneasy and tense, deathly silence.

Now, all I feel is a deep curiosity about that Elf, elf-like white-haired boy.

"Asuka- senpai~ You guys have talked to him, tell us, who exactly is he?"

"That's right! Just tell me!"

Do you have his contact information?

"Hey! That's enough! I only exchanged a couple of words with him, how would I know that much?"

Tanaka Asuka stood up, her eyebrows furrowed, and loudly defended herself to the group of people who were all looking at her with the same gaze.

Matsumoto Michie forehead in exasperation, but didn't scold her to sit down, since they had indeed performed quite well today.

If that person hadn't appeared, the car would probably be filled with joyful celebratory songs right now.

"Red bean paste? I clearly received the biggest reward from that person..."

"He already explained the reason for that, didn't he?!"

Tanaka Asuka struck the same pose as Matsumoto Michie.

Sure enough, extra benefits aren't so easy to come by.

All I know is that he's a tourist from Tokyo, nothing else!

Seeing that they couldn't get any useful information from her, who was puffing out her cheeks like a pufferfish and had a resolute attitude, the girls in the Wind Ensemble Club turned their attention to Taki Noboru.

"Teacher, what do you think?"

"Huh?"

Taki Noboru was stunned for a moment. After confirming that he was being called, he reluctantly got up and stood in the aisle, pressing his Hands together.

"That's true, um... I think Himemiya student is a very capable person."

He gave a safe and ordinary answer.

With him stepping forward, the atmosphere inside the car immediately improved.

"Does the teacher also think it's amazing?"

"I knew it! I told you that person was amazing, right?!"

"Don't tell me! I'm still in a state of self-isolation!"

"Haha~ Compared to them, you guys are all useless, not a single one of you is good-looking!"

"Nonsense! Compared to them, you don't even have a shred of femininity!"

"What did you say?!"

"How about it!!"

"..."

The atmosphere was escalating, threatening to turn into an argument. Matsumoto Michie, unable to bear it any longer, turned around and shouted, "Quiet down, all of you!"

"Yes..."

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The crowd, which had just been so defiant and confrontational, immediately lowered their heads and transformed into a flock of ostriches.

But the silence didn't last long, and someone couldn't contain themselves and continued to ask:

"So, the teacher thinks that's the correct name for the Hinomiya?"

"Asuka -Asuka senpai said her name is something like Himemiya Chihaya, what a cute name!"

"Shouldn't it be a more feminine name?"

Some boys complained.

"So what? Don't you think it's appropriate?"

"..."

"Sigh~ And the Hinomiya' sounds really nice too! It feels like something from Old Noble!"

"You think so too? Me too!"