I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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When he was about to leave the trumpet group, Kuno Tachibana gave him a small gift bag containing fruit candies.

She had initially refused, but her enthusiasm was too much to resist, and she even followed Kitahara Hakuma for more than ten meters, so she had no choice but to accept.

Miyako Nagasawa took two watermelon-flavored hard candies and sat down with Yu Goto by the window.

Kitahara Hakuba placed his laptop on the table and connected it to the player in the audiovisual classroom.

First, play A?

“Minister Chuan, let’s start with you and everyone take turns speaking out.”

"Ah."

Sakurako swallowed hard and tried her best to produce a sound that matched the scale.

Following that, other members also spoke out.

"Goto, it's your turn."

"Eh? Do I want one too?"

"Otherwise what?" Kitahara Hakuba tilted his head in confusion. "Aren't you a member of our group?"

He's too busy trying to discipline them to let them be isolated.

Goto Yu's face flushed red instantly, and she pursed her lips, saying:

"Good, good."

Before long, Goto Yu and Nagasawa Miyabi also sang the scales. As expected of people who had taken music lessons seriously, they sang better than some third-year students.

“Next, play the same note on your instruments.” Kitahara Hakuba played an E? “No need to do them one by one, that would be a waste of time. Play them all together.”

As before, the members played the same scale on their instruments, with layers of descending notes overlapping, and the small silver speakers hanging on the walls on both sides vibrated slightly.

"stop."

Kitahara Hakuba frowned slightly in displeasure, his face cold as he crossed his arms and said:

"Please pay attention to this: Minister Yukawa, your pitch is too high; Komori, your pitch is too low; and Chihaya, you're not even producing a sound with your instrument. What are you thinking? Do you think I can't tell? Are you trying to fool me? You can't even play a single note in a single section, and you still want to perform on stage? It's so embarrassing."

The student whose name was called immediately blushed with shame.

The classroom, which had been filled with bass voices, suddenly fell silent because of Kitahara Hakuba's grumbling.

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Kitahara Hakuba first shut down the computer, then unplugged the cable connected to the speakers, and directly closed the laptop and put it into his laptop bag.

"Then let's call it a day."

"No...not continuing?" Yukawa Sakurako's fingers pressed tightly against the tube, a hint of embarrassment in her eyes.

Seeing Kitahara Hakuma's somber expression, Goto Yu leaned closer to Nagasawa Mia beside him and said cautiously:

"Teacher Kitahara seems to be angry."

"That's true, it really is super weird."

Miyako Nagasawa couldn't tell who was playing the highest or lowest note, but she could hear the disharmony in the ensemble, like suddenly smelling a terrible stench in the house when she was a child, but no matter how hard she looked, she couldn't find it.

It was quite some time later that she discovered it was milk that had somehow spilled in the dark and started to ferment.

Kitahara Hakuba narrowed his eyes slightly, took a shallow breath, and said bluntly:

“That’s terrible…”

"The scales are completely off, and the intervals are even worse. The clarinet is a very important part of the main melody in the wind section. Please practice seriously and spend more time practicing than others."

"You guys are completely incompetent. Without teamwork, it's not even a proper section. You're all just playing your own parts. How many of you actually tuned your instruments before you started playing?"

An unusual tension filled the classroom. The members below the stage dared not look up and could only stare at the sheet music on the shelf.

"Teacher, what you're saying is going too far!" a third-year female student said, clearly dissatisfied.

Sakurako Yukawa quickly turned her head to the side, and almost gritted her teeth as she said heavily:

"Sukan-kun—!"

Kitahara Hakuba coldly cast his gaze upon him; he was an ordinary member of the club, with a growth stat of B, stress resistance of B, and clarinet level 4.

"You are the one who needs the most practice to achieve the perfect blue tone. I even suspect that you didn't participate in tuning before playing."

The direct naming of names caused Jie Chengsugan, who was already dissatisfied, to blush bright red.

She didn't dare to argue because she was chatting with her fellow members and hadn't made any pitch adjustments.

Wait, what's the structure of this person's ear? How can they tell that?

Kitahara Hakuba picked up his laptop briefcase, and his sharp words silenced the girls in front of him.

"After training ends at 6 p.m., I will stay in the department for a while. If anyone wants to continue practicing, they can come find me. That's all for today, see you tomorrow."

He finished speaking and walked out of the classroom. Several seconds passed before a few scattered sounds echoed inside.

"This guy is absolutely infuriating! A mere recent graduate! Anyone who didn't know him would think he was some kind of master!"

"So all that gentleness before was just an act. I always thought Kitahara-sensei was a good person."

Sakurako glanced towards the doorway instinctively, thankfully Kitahara-sensei didn't suddenly turn back.

"Everyone, it's better to keep your voices down," she advised.

Jie Chengsu said without any fear:

"Sakurako, this is clearly the truth. We're not going for the national tournament. That's enough. Look at how capable he is."

Sakurako Yukawa didn't know how to answer.

Do they need high-intensity training? If they are only aiming to secure a bronze medal in the national tournament, then high-intensity training is definitely not necessary.

But was Mr. Kitahara wrong? He was just fulfilling his duty as a teacher.

Sakurako's fingers gently pressed the keys, watching her face contort on the smooth tube, feeling utterly exhausted.

"Minister Yukawa." At that moment, Miyako Nagasawa and Yu Goto walked straight over.

"Ok?"

"Could we borrow the reed for a while? We'll buy a new one tonight and return it to you tomorrow."

"what......"

For some reason, these words made Yukawa Sakurako's heart clench suddenly. At the same time, she heard the sounds of Yuki and the others packing up their qin cases and preparing to leave.

These two first-year students must want to stay and practice with Kitahara-sensei, they're so diligent!

“Okay, sure,” Yukawa Sakurako said with a smile.

"Thank you."

With permission granted, Nagasawa Mia pulled Goto Yu along as they left the classroom.

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Unlike his performance in the clarinet section, his performance in the oboe and bassoon sections truly exceeded Kitahara Hakuba's expectations.

As expected, fewer people meant more skill, especially Watanabe Hama and Kanzaki Eri. Although their playing had some minor flaws, they were completely outshone by their classmates and were practically the face of the section.

The two second-year students were praised in a mediocre way, but the praise for Kirishima Mai, whose growth potential was rated S, was unsatisfactory, even terrible.

She had problems with every aspect, from holding the tube to breathing techniques, tone control, and sight-singing practice. If Kitahara Hakuba wanted to, he could scold her for several minutes.

But Kirishima Mai's attitude was sincere, and most importantly, she knew shame and had a desire to learn, which was enough, so he didn't pressure her.

Kitahara Hakuba gently waved his baton, and the members were able to play the same note. It was almost impossible to tell that anyone was off-key, and the sounds overlapped seamlessly. Only the bassoon sound was particularly irritating.

"All right."

Kitahara Hakuba put down his baton with immense relief, and Kanzaki Eri and the others also stopped playing their instruments.

"Kirishima-kun, you've improved so quickly. I thought I'd have to practice this a few more times."

Upon being suddenly praised, Kirishima Mai blushed and humbly replied:

"No... I'm still far behind everyone else."

“No need for that. You have indeed improved very quickly.” Watanabe Hama stared at Kirishima Mai’s face with a serious expression and said, “No one in the third year can do that.”

"Thank you, Watanabe-senpai," Kirishima Mai quickly bowed her head in gratitude.

Eri Kanzaki didn't speak. She looked at them for a while before turning her gaze to the sheet music covered with notes.

"Watanabe-kun."

"exist."

"After careful consideration, I decided to have the bassoon play the main melody of 'RYDEEN'."

This made Watanabe Hama frown, and she said, perplexed:

"Is the main melody of this piece played by the saxophone?"

"Yes, but their skills aren't quite there yet. If we let them play the main melody, we might not be able to play together for about a week, which is too long."

It wasn't that Kitahara Hakuba didn't want the saxophone to play the main melody; it was just that there were six people in the saxophone section, and the highest level was Akamatsu Sana, who had only been in the class for three years and was only at level 6.

Most importantly, the moment Kitahara Hakuba stepped through the door, all the growth stats of C were mercilessly slapped in his face, making him dizzy.

With only three weeks until the Hokkaido Music Festival, if he wants to achieve a good performance to build confidence, he can only rearrange the pieces for now.

And who knows, it might even win a Best Adaptation award, and the system task will be completed instantly.

Moreover, the bassoon playing the main melody adds a unique charm.

Seeing Watanabe Hama fall silent, Kitahara Hakuba continued:

"We're officially going to perform in early June, and we don't have much time left. Besides 'RYDEEN,' we also need to get the marching piece to the level of playing it while walking... Watanabe-kun, are you confident?"

Watanabe Hama raised her beautiful eyebrows slightly, vaguely sensing that Kitahara was provoking and taunting her.

Honestly, he has such an innocent-looking face...

"I'm confident, teacher, are you confident? Adapting the main theme is a troublesome thing."

Kitahara Hakuba paused for a moment, then could only nod and smile, saying, "I'll do my best."

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