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As Yuka Isomoto picked up her euphonium and opened the music classroom door, she bumped into a girl standing at the door.
The two looked at each other and, since they weren't very familiar with each other, just smiled.
The music room door was closed again, and Kitahara Hakuba was about to play "Hiyikawa no Kishida-hime no Namida".
Then another voice pulled them over.
"Teacher Kitahara, may I have a chat with you?"
Kitahara Hakuba looked up and saw a girl wearing black pantyhose, with regular features and a cute appearance.
Black stockings....
Never mind, I'll give you extra points.
"What's wrong, Eto-kun?" he asked with a smile.
"that is....
Kana Eto gently pinched a strand of hair in front of her chest with one hand. Hakuba Kitahara noticed that many girls in the brass band liked to do this.
"Ah, thinking about it carefully, it's nothing. Sorry to bother you." She sighed, forced a stiff smile, and turned to leave.
Kitahara Hakuba asked:
Are you worried about the personnel arrangements for the oboe?
"Ugh, my thoughts were out of the ordinary." Kana Eto's toes, hidden in her socks, curled slightly. She tucked her hands into her uniform sleeves, took a deep breath, and said:
"I want to ask Kitahara-sensei, in your opinion, how much is the difference between my oboe playing and Kanzaki-senpai's? Where is the difference? Can I catch up in this time? If the difference isn't too big, can I stay in Class A indefinitely?"
Chapter 96, Section 95: I'm very happy to be with my teacher (4K)
Kitahara Hakuba knew that Eto Kana was under no less psychological pressure than anyone else, and might even be under the most pressure in the entire club.
Joy, relief, humiliation, guilt.
If we disregard other factors and select based on normal ability, although her growth potential is A, she is currently only level 11 and has no chance of entering the A-class formation.
This level is perfectly fine in other parts, but it's for the oboe, which is in a state of severe internal competition.
What's frustrating is that being selected for the brass band isn't just a small stroke of luck for one person; this luck will affect the subsequent ensemble performances and the entire brass band.
If she doesn't play well, it's inevitable that some suggestive comments will arise, such as "Kanzaki-senpai should have played instead."
Kitahara Hakuba looked at Eto Kana in front of him. She seemed a little nervous, and her whole body was bobbing up and down on her tiptoes from time to time.
"Are you confident, Eto?" he asked.
"Me?" Kana Eto swallowed unconsciously. "I don't know... but if it's about supporting Kirishima-senpai, I should be fine."
This time, the oboe SoIi is played by Mai Kirishima, and Kana Eto only needs to support Kirishima's tonal layers at other times.
Kitahara Hakuba clasped his hands together and said to her with a serious expression:
"I'm sorry, I can't give you a definite answer."
"?" She seemed stunned.
In fact, after spending these days together, she roughly knew what kind of person Kitahara-sensei was. He was gentle and wise, and he would most likely help her calm down and practice, encouraging her to reach the top level.
Seeing her somewhat disappointed expression, her tightly closed lips trembled as if in fear, it seemed that Kitahara-sensei was looking at Kanzaki Eri.
Kitahara Hakuba said softly:
"Eto-kun, I'm just an advisor; all I can do is guide the brass band to a higher stage."
Honestly, you hold a higher place in my heart than Kanzaki-kun, but I dare not hold this belief forever.
I'll reiterate: considering the overall performance of the wind band, I will only select the best. If you're hoping to get a guaranteed A-level spot through me, I'm sorry, I don't have that authority.
Pa!
Kana Eto slapped her face hard with both hands, as if saying goodbye to the version of herself that had just come in and said those words.
"I'm sorry, Kitahara-sensei, I didn't mean for you to protect me. I just wanted to say... I'm not one to be trifled with either. Sorry for bothering you."
She bowed deeply to Kitahara Hakuba, then turned and left the music classroom.
After closing the door and putting on her shoes, Takahashi Kami eagerly approached.
"So, what did Kitahara-sensei say?"
"Hmm!"
Kana Eto had a tense expression. She took a deep breath, then exhaled, her arms hanging down as she curled up.
"Don't worry, you scared me to death, Mingming."
Kami Takahashi smiled and said:
"See? I told you so, didn't I? Kitahara-sensei is a really nice person, she doesn't deliberately side with Kanzaki-senpai."
"Hmm," Kana Eto said with a sigh of relief, "Still has that healing face, young and handsome..."
“This is much better than last year’s consultant, right?” Takahashi Kami winked at her.
"Ah."
"What a load of rubbish! You idiot who fell for it so easily!" Takahashi Kami said mockingly. "Such an overflowing girlish heart."
Kana Eto felt the blood rushing to her cheeks. I poked her side and she laughed as she ran off to the oboe practice section.
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"Stop, the notes here don't match the next one. Keep the rhythm right, let's do it all again."
"Xiaosong, you're the only one playing the second interval on the trumpet this time, so try to make it as thick as possible."
"The third interval, a little louder, it's too low and you can't hear it at all, there's no sense of layering."
Within the trumpet section, the trumpet, pointing straight ahead, is bathed in sunlight, emitting a soft glow.
Kuno Tachibana's black hair took on a light brown tint in the sunlight, and she played the first interval with complete ease.
She can master the art of continuous triplets, rapid ascending chromatic scales, and half-pressed sustain notes with exquisite precision.
In vocal training, it is usually a matter of repeating several measures over and over again. The constant repetition of the rhythm can even feel boring, but there is no way around it.
"stop."
As Kitahara Hakuba's voice faded, the trumpet practice finally came to an end.
Yu Shou gasped for breath through his half-open mouth, the force of which was far from a sigh; it was more like the reaction of someone who had run hundreds of meters on the track.
As a member of the first voice part, it is not an easy task for her to support the trumpet leader, Tachibana Kuno.
After all, in Kitahara-sensei's eyes, Kuno Tachibana is one of the strongest members of the Kamiya Brass Band.
She felt a little annoyed at having to agree with the first-year students, but when she thought of Kitahara-sensei by her side, she accepted it no matter what.
"Great job, Kuno-kun performed as usual, and Amemori-gumi has made great progress recently. Everyone did a great job."
Kitahara Hakuba flipped through the sheet music with his index finger. The light shining through the window made the plastic film appear white, obscuring the sheet music.
Just as Kuno Tachibana was about to say with a smile, "Since that's the case, is there a reward?", Amemori suddenly spoke up:
"This is what we should do! Thank you for your hard work, Kitahara-sensei!"
Kuno Tachibana's face changed in surprise, and he sighed helplessly, saying:
"Senior Amemori, this is a rare opportunity to get something from Teacher Kitahara, how can you be so slow-witted?"
"Because Kitahara-sensei works very hard! She has to teach us A-section editors and also find time to teach B-section editors. How can she take things?" Yu Shou glared at her.
The stockings on her calves under her skirt had no brand labels, were pure white and flawless, and the color of the skin underneath was faintly visible.
"Just because you don't want it doesn't mean I don't want it. Mr. Kitahara is much more magnanimous than you think."
Kuno Tachibana's words sounded a bit like a mistress saying to the wife, "Your husband's skills are far more advanced than you imagine."
“Like a hug,” she added.
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Upon hearing this, Yu Shou blushed, seemingly seriously considering the suggestion.
Kitahara Hakuba smiled gently, tucked the sheet music under his arm, and said:
"Thank you for your hard work in the ensemble. Tomorrow I will give one-on-one guidance to the solo members. Kuno-kun, get ready."
“Okay~~”
Kuno Tachibana smiled and looked away, only to find that Amemori beside him was watching Kitahara-sensei leave as if he were mesmerized.
"Would you like to play the trumpet soli, Rain Guardian?" she asked with a meaningful smile, revealing her cute little fangs through the gap at the corner of her mouth.
Rain Guardian's gaze shifted to Kuno, and his previously ambiguous expression immediately turned cold.
“The selection has already taken place. This is Kitahara-sensei’s decision, and I will not raise any further questions.”
"If you want to play, I can let you, and you'll even get one-on-one guidance from Mr. Kitahara," Kuno Tachibana said with a smile.
Yu Shou raised an eyebrow slightly, holding his trumpet, and said, "What do you mean? Are you making fun of me?"
"Don't be angry, don't be angry, I was just joking."
Kuno Tachibana glanced at her sheet music with a wary look in his eyes, and said in a low voice as if reading from a script,
"The notes you produce here must be very steady, and you should try your best to hold the high notes for more than four beats. Remember Kitahara-sensei's Love, and strive for the top spot!"
"Ugh!"
Kuno Tachibana read the words on the sheet music aloud, causing Amemori's face to turn bright red. He covered the sheet music with one hand, and finally picked up the music stand and sat down against the wall.
"Wow, there are even emoticons! Rain Guardian, you're quite cute." Kuno Tachibana covered his mouth with one hand and smiled with narrowed eyes.
"Do you even know what respect is? Every member's score has their own important points! It's not something you should be peeking at!"
"Oh, oh—" Kuno Tachibana straightened his back with admiration, opened his mouth wide, and said, "These are all important points..."
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Yu Shou's chest heaved, and knowing that saying anything more would only lead to her teasing, he simply ignored her.
Kitahara Hakuba, who was in the percussion club, had no idea about any of this; he was currently training the percussion members ruthlessly at Wolf.
Tenkai So, who had to play the timpani, wind chimes, and cymbals, was trained like a dog by Kitahara Hakuba.