I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Kama!

The crisp sound was unusually loud in the classroom, and the fingerprint of the index finger was clearly visible on the surface of the buckle.

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Lunch break, Class 3A.

Nagase Tsukiyo placed the lunchbox on the table and took out a small bottle of green tea. Rubber shavings rolled onto the floor with the warm, humid breeze from outside the window.

Just as she was about to eat, a familiar figure stood at the door. Without pausing, she walked straight over.

Saito Haruka strode forward, her long eyelashes framing her jewel-like eyes, which were slightly narrowed.

"Moonlit Night, have you heard?"

Nagase Tsukiyo gave her a subtle, wary look, her full, rounded breasts and slender waist coming into view.

She said in a cool, clear voice:

"What did you hear?"

Two famous beauties from Shenxu High School stood together; one exuded youthful energy, while the other possessed a captivating allure beyond her years, making them incredibly eye-catching.

Whether sitting or standing, their posture is like a work of art, exuding an aura cultivated by money.

Saito Harutori's gaze lingered on her delicate face, and she said with slightly narrowed eyes:

"Eri is getting quite close to Kitahara-sensei these days, isn't she?"

Upon hearing "Teacher Kitahara" and these seemingly random words, Nagase Tsukiyo couldn't help but furrow her brow.

She glared at Saito Harutori and said:

"What do you want to say?"

She also heard the oboe and recorder playing together in the morning; it was beautiful.

"Don't you find it strange? If things continue like this, will Eri still have feelings for you and me?"

"Who says that Huili's heart must include both you and me?"

Nagase Tsukiyo's words left no room for argument, causing Saito Haruka to suddenly shut her mouth, take a breath, recall fleeting memories of the past, and press her hands tightly against the table as she said:

"Moonlit Night, you're getting more and more outrageous."

"Me? Too much?"

Nagase Tsukiyo glanced at her profile, put down her chopsticks, and said...

"You came to me all this in such a huff, are you trying to say that I've been ignoring Eri?"

"Isn't it?"

Saito Harutori's bright eyes were like the surface of a sea churning with towering waves.

"The three of us once said we would play together. What did you mean by quitting without permission? Now Eri has been affected by you too. Did you know that she ended up in the B squad?"

Nagase Tsukiyo's breathing suddenly quickened. She quickly stood up, slamming the chair against the floor with her calves and moving it backward. The chair legs scraped against the floor, making a grating "creak-creak" sound.

"What do you mean by that? Are you trying to trap me in your memories for the rest of my life? Don't you have any thoughts on this yourselves?!"

The two suddenly started arguing in the classroom, startling some of the students so much that they dared not move and even chewed their food cautiously.

Saito Haruka gritted her teeth, her fingers gripping the edge of the table tightly, and said in a low voice, "Explain yourself clearly, why are you leaving the club?"

Nagase Tsukiyo's chest heaved slightly as she turned her face away and said:

"I've already told you all that I want to study and get into the University of Tokyo."

"You're lying. Why didn't you start last year? Why say this now of all times? Your reasoning is far too weak."

Whether your reasons are sufficient or not is none of your business; this is the fact.

Nagase Tsukiyo picked up the green tea on the table, intending to unscrew it and take a sip, but found that her palms were covered in a thin layer of sweat, and she couldn't unscrew it no matter what she did.

hateful.

When she got angry, she slammed it back down.

Saito Harutori took a deep breath and said:

"No matter what, Eri is the best oboe player in the club. If she goes to the B ensemble, it won't be good news for the club. I hope you can talk to her. If I say it, she probably won't want to say anything."

Nagase Tsukiyo raised an eyebrow slightly, finally noticing the complex emotions swirling in Saito Harukori's mind:

"Harutori, you're actually jealous of Kitahara-sensei, aren't you?"

As if she had hit Saito Haruka's weak spot, her pupils suddenly contracted, her chest swelled, and an indescribable sense of defeat surged up in her heart.

Nagase Tsukiyo looked out the window, where the green leaves shone brightly in the sunlight.

“Jealous that he took your place. Sakura, Yuka, and even Eri have all slowly stopped needing you.”

She remained silent for a while. These words were actually an insult to Saito Haruka, and in the end, Nagase Tsukiyo couldn't bring herself to say them.

Although their relationship was not as good as before, she still didn't have the courage to expose the truth.

"It's alright, you can go now, I'm going to eat." Nagase Tsukiyo covered her skirt and sat down, pretending not to care as she began to eat.

Saito Haruka couldn't make a sound; it was as if something burning was stuck in her throat.

It's so hot, I want to escape this air.

She let out a rough sigh, turned quickly and left, her brown pleated skirt drawing a beautiful arc with her movement.

Just as Saito Haruka was about to reach the classroom door, she suddenly stopped, hesitated for a moment, clenched her hands, and turned back.

Just as Nagase Tsukiyo thought she wanted to continue arguing and was showing her displeasure, Saito Haruka simply picked up the green tea on the table, twisted it open forcefully, and gently placed the bottle on the table without spilling a single drop of liquid.

“Don’t underestimate my concern for you all.” Saito Harutori squeezed out a hoarse voice from her vocal cords.

Nagase Tsukiyo was taken aback for a moment, watching Saito Harukori leave the classroom.

Chapter 95, Section 94: Where Exactly Does the Gap Lie? (4K)

The crisp sound of metal wind chimes rang out continuously inside the club building, while the two boys carrying the instruments wore bitter expressions.

If you touch this thing, the metal tube will keep ringing.

At first, it sounds really pleasant, but if it keeps making noise, it becomes annoying, and you just want to wrap it up with tape.

This was the first time the Shin-hsu Wind Ensemble had needed to use wind chimes during their performance of the free aria. Although it was only for the opening ceremony, the school generously purchased the wind chimes.

"Tenkai, you can play wind chimes?" asked Terashima Takuya, the instrument manager of the Shin-Asahi Wind Instrument Club.

"What's so difficult about that? We just need to bump into each other at the opening ceremony."

Tenkai So, the percussionist selected for Section A, carefully carried the metal tube and said, "If I don't know how, I can still learn from Kitahara-sensei. What's there to be afraid of? I have exceptional talent, there's nothing I can't learn."

"Holy crap, look! The milk tea I bought has a straw that looks like a fork! I can drink two cups in one go!"

Matsuoka Osamu, holding a straw, ran up the stairs, taking three steps at a time.

Tianhai Cang laughed at him:

"This is what happens when you've never been in a relationship. This is a couple's straw, not a straw for you to stick into two milk tea cups."

Matsuoka Osamu poked him like he was holding an electric baton:

"It's as if you've actually talked about it."

"I'm sorry, but I'm currently in the A section and have no time for romance. This time, I will not let Kitahara-sensei down. I will restore the glory of the Shin-Asahi Brass Band. It is my duty, Tenkai Sou!"

The wind chimes in her hand rang out with a series of clear, crisp sounds.

"So what if you got into the A-level team? What are you pretending for? Besides, where does Shenxu get this glory from?"

"Whatever~ I made it in anyway, why didn't you?"

"You don't even look at my trumpet part. The girls are like they've been injected with chicken blood. How can I keep up?"

Matsuoka Osamu said helplessly,

"Terashima didn't get in either."

Terashima Takuya adjusted his glasses and said with great self-awareness:

"It's good that I didn't make it; it means that this time we might really be able to win gold in the whole competition."

“Indeed.” Tianhai Cang nodded.

"Goodness, you haven't even played together yet and you're already opening champagne? Haven't you learned your lesson from last year?" Matsuoka Nobuyuki retaliated by bending the couple's straws back and forth.

“Last year…” Terashima Takuya pondered for a moment.

Last year, their advisor was a middle-aged man named Chikao Otaki.

His background is different from that of his current advisor, Hakuba Kitahara. He graduated from Tokyo University of the Arts and has several years of experience coaching farmers' wind bands.

Chikao Otaki's coaching philosophy differed from Hakuba Kitahara's. He was not strict, and the practice time was relaxed. He simply encouraged his team members.

They frequently use words of praise such as "great," "perfect," and "excellent."

After a long period of time, the members seemed to have melted into sweet sugar water, as if they had already practiced very well.

"Playing happily is the most important thing" once became the principle in the hearts of everyone in the brass band. However, during the summer vacation, the instructor, Chikao Otaki, suddenly resigned. Manager Yukawa thought that everyone should have no problem getting a silver medal and went straight to the national team.

As a result, they received a bronze reward, which did dampen the morale within the department for a while. After that, they seemed to have come to terms with it and felt that a bronze reward wasn't so bad.

But no one directly said that the awards at the All-Kingdoms Conference are actually only gold, silver, and bronze.

In other words, even if you blow your own horn horn terribly, you will still receive a bronze reward; there is no situation where you won't receive a reward.

This is why, during the first vote in the brass band to retain bronze, first-year student Tachibana Kuno made a sarcastic remark.

Because the meaning of the wind instrument section is to go with the flow.

"In a way, it was Minister Yukawa's fault; he was too arrogant back then," Matsuoka said. "The previous minister handed over all the decision-making power to them in advance."

Tianhai Cang said:

"Not only Yukawa, but also Nagase, Saito, and the brass band officers from the previous three years were all at fault."

"Department Head Yukawa didn't say much last year. Most of the time, Saito and Nagase-senpai were in charge. We listened to them for the past three years," Terashima Takuya said.

"Fine, but the senior students are really beautiful, so I'll reluctantly forgive them," Matsuoka Nobuyuki said, adopting a magnanimous attitude.

"What kind of forgiveness is this from someone who didn't even make it into the A-level editorial team last year?"