I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"Be careful when moving them! Otherwise, the competition the day after tomorrow will be ruined, especially the percussion instruments. We must be extremely careful with instruments like these that can't be replaced in time!"

With Kawai Sakura constantly directing the work, we've reached the final step, and absolutely no unexpected mistakes can be made.

Initially, they planned to only move the instruments from section A, while the members of section B would not need to move any instruments.

However, Mr. Kitahara said that the bus had enough space and suggested that they bring their own instruments. He also said that they should practice in the next couple of days, so the members of the B team also started to bring their instruments.

"I'm truly convinced!"

Kurosawa Maki put the instrument back in its case, and tucked the freshly washed mouthpiece into her skirt pocket so she could take it out and play it when she was bored.

"What's wrong?" Yuka Isomoto picked up the black instrument case with both hands; she was already used to its heavy feel.

Kurosawa Maki said with a long face, "Iso Gen-senpai, when will our instrument cases grow legs too!"

"Oh, this...?" Yuka Isomoto smiled awkwardly.

"This might need to be custom-made, like a large musical instrument case." Saito Harutori walked over and squatted down, her delicate skirt falling naturally to her knees, outlining a soft curve.

She placed the silver euphonium into the music box.

Instruments like the tuba can weigh over ten kilograms, but there are advantages to size, such as the instrument case having wheels.

It doesn't need to be carried around like a euphonium.

Every time I see tuba players dragging their large instrument cases like suitcases, I'm incredibly envious.

"Ming ming"

Kurosawa Maki complained in a tearful voice,

"This tuba is neither too big nor too small. I can't load it onto a truck like a large tuba, nor can I carry it with one hand like a small tuba. If I keep doing this, I'll start to build muscle."

"Ugh!"

Saito Haruka stood up, and with a forceful pull of her lower lip, lifted the instrument case with both hands. The hem of her skirt, which covered her delicate hips, swayed slightly with the movement.

"Actually, this level is not too bad, it won't be too heavy. You'll need more than two years to get used to it."

"Saito-senpai, don't worry about this!!!" Kurosawa Maki lowered her hands, gritted her teeth, and picked up the instrument case.

The three of them walked out of the music room together.

The corridor was chaotic, especially with the marimba weighing over fifty kilograms. This expensive and heavy behemoth was rampaging through the corridor, and even Sakurako Yukawa had to act as the commander, clearing the way ahead.

Akamatsu Sayaka disguised herself as a "musical instrument traffic policeman" and made traffic hand gestures in the stairwell that even a proper traffic policeman wouldn't quite understand.

Kitahara Hakuba, on the other hand, was quite relaxed, chatting with a truck driver downstairs.

The other person's words were full of emotion, as if they were talking about their own daughter getting married far away.

He is a middle-aged man in his forties. He has been the truck driver for the Shin-Asahi Brass Band for the past few years, driving in Hokkaido. Finally, he is going to Honshu Island. He can be considered a witness to the Shin-Asahi Brass Band's journey.

"This weather is ridiculous. It always rains when I'm sleeping at night, and then it's freezing cold when I wake up in the morning."

"This is so much more comfortable to sleep in! It's better than it raining while I'm awake!"

"It feels like I've only been in the department for a short time, and in the blink of an eye I'll be going to the national conference with everyone. Time flies."

"We'll be graduating soon."

"I always feel like someone has stolen my time."

"By this time the day after tomorrow, we'll already be at the cultural center, right?:"

"This time it's number one!"

A short while later, the members walked out of the club building chatting, their faces filled with tension and anticipation.

Two buses were already parked on campus. Although they were called luxury buses, they looked no different from the ones we used to ride in.

Chapter 267, Section 266. He was furious at this age when he was so horny.

The members carefully loaded the percussion instruments onto the truck. The double basses and tubas from the bass section could be loaded, but the euphonium couldn't and had to be placed in the bus.

Sakurako Yukawa raised her hands and simultaneously touched her feet, saying:

"Everyone, look over here!"

In an instant, all the club members gathered around. Since it wasn't the day of the competition yet, they were all wearing Shenxu school uniforms.

"Because the journey is long, we'll be on the bus for a long time, and then we'll be on a ferry for almost two hours. Sunny Bird has motion sickness medication here! Anyone who needs it can come and get it now!"

Before long, Saito Haruka was surrounded by a group of girls.

"Saito-kun!"

"Saito-senpai! You'll always be the brass band's mother!"

"Could you give me one more? I feel like two aren't enough."

Kitahara Hakuba's gaze fell on the graceful Saito Haruka, and he couldn't help but admire her persona in front of the club members, always maintaining the image of a selfless and devoted mother.

"Miya, get me one." Kuno Tachibana tugged at Nagasawa Miya's sleeve.

"Why don't you do this yourself?" Nagasawa Miya asked, feigning confusion.

Kuno Tachibana pursed her lips and said, "Because it would feel awkward for me to talk to Saito-senpai."

"I'll get it for you."

After speaking, Kirishima Mai walked towards Saito Haruka. The two did not communicate much and quickly obtained the medicine.

"You still really care about me." Kuno Tachibana smiled as he took the medicine, unscrewed the water bottle, and swallowed it directly.

"So fast?" Nagasawa Miyabi's lips curled into a smirk. "Aren't you worried that this is a laxative that Saito-senpai specially gave you?"

Kuno Tachibana said dismissively:

"If it really leaks, I'll say it was Saito-senpai who did it. ¨|.Micro°?Interestμ[Small$]2Novel? -?Already]Published￠?Published?°Latest`+~Chapter{!,*`"

"Can we please stop discussing such disgusting topics?" Kurosawa Maki complained.

Meanwhile, Sakurako Yukawa started calling out again, trying to gather the somewhat disorganized club members together.

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"Whoa whoa whoa one—!!!"

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The bus slowly drove out of the campus, its familiar silhouette gradually fading from view.

Some members were chatting inside the car, some were gazing silently out the window, and some were fast asleep with their eyes closed.

Kitahara Hakuba, as always, sat in the third-year students' carriage, while the second-year students were separated and sat together with the first and third-year students on the bus.

"Wow, this is a luxury bus!" Sayaka Akamatsu touched the seat with her hand, looking thoughtful. "The texture is definitely different."

"I heard it's made of cowhide."

Sakurako's hand touched the leather seat between her legs.

"And it seems a bit softer, making it more comfortable to sit on."

But it seems that's all the luxury bus can boast about. I heard there are ambient lights at night, but they're not going to be silly enough to stay in the bus and look at the lights at night.

This time, Sakurako Kawakita and Sayaka Akamatsu are sitting together, but logically, the club president should be sitting with Kitahara-sensei.

When I got on the bus, I found that Saito Harukori was already sitting next to Kitahara-sensei.

However, you can sit anywhere, and sitting next to Kitahara-sensei is actually quite stressful. (First post by Jingwu Xiaoshuiwang)

"By the way, there are charging stations under the seats."

Kitahara Hakuba, sitting on one side of the aisle, said with a smile.

"With a phone to play with, the ten-hour journey shouldn't be too boring."

"It really is!" Sayaka Akamatsu bent down, reached down, and immediately touched the charging port.

"Teacher Kitahara, does it mean we won't be able to see the opening ceremony since we're the first ones to go on stage?" asked Suzuki Yoshie, who was sitting in the back row.

"They probably won't be able to see it because we're in a rush. After the host introduces the judges, we'll be backstage preparing for our performance," said Kitahara Hakuba.

"But then again, the other twenty-nine schools are really a bit scary."

Sakurako Yukawa took a deep breath, forced a bitter smile, and said, "Kiyoro, Tamana, Kasukabe Kyoei, Izumo, Kitauji, Ryusei, and a bunch of other students from Tokai High School."

These are strong wind instrument schools that they can only see on TV; they never imagined they would be competing against each other on stage so soon.

Chapter 267, Section 266: He was furious at this age when he was so horny!

Incidentally, Tokai High School is an affiliated high school of Tokai University. When people in Hokkaido say "Tokai High School," they are usually referring to Tokai Affiliated Sapporo High School.

In the national tournament, three or four affiliated high schools from Tokai University often appear, some from Tokyo and some from Osaka. They are common university-affiliated schools in the national tournament.

Sayaka Akamatsu shook her body dramatically and said:

"What's this! I, Shen Xu, am no less impressive!"

"Sayaka has a stronger mental fortitude."

Sitting next to Kitahara Hakuba, Saito Harutori, being on the inside, could only lean forward slightly and smile, her voice sweet and gentle, "But now that we've reached the national tournament, there's no such thing as a useless gold medal. I think there are no competitors in this competition; the only enemy is yourself."

Even Kitahara Hakuba agreed with this view, saying that the National Tournament was in no way as competitive as the National Tournament.

The national conference is essentially an annual self-inspection.

"Teacher Kitahara, are there any activities after this conference?" Suzuki Yoshie asked with a smile.

Kitahara Hakuba smiled and said, "You're already thinking about having fun before the tournament is even over?"

After previous competitions, he would always invite the students in the brass band to go out and have fun, and he will probably continue this idea for this national competition.

"I just wanted to make things a little easier for everyone," Suzuki Yoshie said with a smile.

"Let's talk about it later."

Kitahara Hakuba leaned back in his chair, his hands forming a tower shape; he actually had no desire to play at all.

Seeing that he didn't seem interested, Suzuki Yoshie could only smile awkwardly.

"Teacher Kitahara"