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Akamatsu Sayaka, supporting herself on the iron frame with one hand, turned her head to look at her and smiled:
"Is there even a question? Of course, the instrument should be given to the person who is more skilled."
"What if the stronger person is a first-year student, and the other person is a third-year student?"
Kana Eto asked impatiently, hoping to foresee and resolve all possible future events while she still had a senior to guide her.
A faint smile appeared on Kawakami Sakura's lips. She still liked Kana asking these questions and patiently explained, "That also applies to first-year students. As the club president, you need to have a very clear attitude in your heart."
"manner?"
"Hmm, do you want more 'competition' or more 'comfort' in the brass band? Do you prioritize 'unity' over 'individual' considerations? Or do you prioritize 'the judgment of all members' over 'the judgment of Mr. Kitahara'?"
Even though they were just some very simple words, Kana Eto shrugged her shoulders with some difficulty.
If only these things could be as simple as saying a few words.
Seeing her like this, Kawai Sakura smiled and comforted her, "As the club president, you need to set an example for the club in advance and let other members see your attitude. If you yourself are wavering, the members will feel that this club is like sand scattered."
Sayaka Akamatsu put her arm around Kana Eto's shoulder, squeezed her soft arm in her palm, and said with a smile like an old man:
"And even more importantly, if a minister is good for nothing but being gentle, then all the ministers should just die."
Sakurako Yukawa's voice sounded somewhat like a duck's consonant at this moment, and she squinted her eyes slightly, saying with a hint of complaint:
What are you talking about?
"If the Soul Gem can give birth to a witch, then everyone is doomed, isn't that the only option?"
Sayaka Akamatsu winked seductively with an "K".
Hearing her say that, Kana Eto suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, followed by immense pressure.
That's how it is for members of the brass band; no matter how hard they try, they can't escape being compared and judged.
And if he were to become a minister, this fate would only become heavier.
"Don't put so much pressure on Eto-chan!"
Sakurako Yukawa closed the register in her hand and said,
"In short, all we can do is look ahead. If there's anything we don't understand, we can ask Kitahara-sensei. This year, I've received a lot of help from Kitahara-sensei. He always sees things from a very unique perspective, and everyone in the club is very satisfied. *Zero Point Reading. +First Release`"
However, Sayaka Akamatsu's gaze fell upon the countless black instrument cases on the shelf, each case adorned with stickers and pendants featuring the club members:
“But we can’t rely entirely on Kitahara-sensei, can we? What if he leaves Shin-Asahi? In any case, Eto, you have to prepare for the worst.”
Her words left both of them speechless.
Sakurako Yukawa wasn't really willing to think about that sentence, and just muttered a complaint in a low voice:
"Sayaka always says such nonsensical things. Let's leave it at that. Eto-senpai, hurry home. Takahashi-senpai seems to be waiting downstairs."
"Well, thank you for your hard work."
Kana Eto nodded repeatedly and turned to walk downstairs.
"Honestly, don't always put pressure on her like this. The position of department head is very difficult, and I can't find a suitable second-year student anymore." Yukawa Sakurako sighed, her shoulders drooping.
Sayaka Akamatsu leaned against the table, her buttocks sagged from the edge, her hands resting on the tabletop. She looked up at the grid-like ceiling and said:
"Last time, when I went to chat with my junior, Kuno, I felt like something was off."
Sakurako Yukawa asked, puzzled:
"what?"
Sayaka Akamatsu lowered her head, gently tapping the floor with the toe of her indoor shoes. Dust from moving musical instruments earlier had settled on the black stockings covering her calves.
She seemed to want to say something, but instead smiled and looked up, saying:
"It's nothing. I just feel like she likes Kitahara-sensei too much. She's only a fifteen-year-old girl, but there's an eight-year age gap between them. When Kitahara-sensei was in his third year of high school, Kuno was still in fourth grade. It's really strange."
Although Yukawa Sakurako's reaction was somewhat slow, she was not stupid and knew that what Sayaka wanted to say had nothing to do with this.
The girl with the three braids took a deep breath, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said:
"Sayaka, we're still the captain and vice-captain of the brass band club. If this is related to the brass band club..."
I hope you can tell me.
Sayaka Akamatsu's faint smile faded, and she spoke slowly and deliberately:
"Although I had expected this to happen, it still feels a bit unbelievable just to say it out loud."
Sakurako Yuukawa's breath hitched. She took a few steps forward, gazing intently at her, and said:
"Can you tell me?"
“Sigh:” Akamatsu Sayaka sighed helplessly, crossing her arms, “I just have some doubts that Kitahara-sensei is going to leave.”
Sakurako Yukawa looked completely surprised, but because it felt so unreal, she thought the words were too fantastical.
How...how could this be?
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She swallowed hard and said, slightly agitated, "Everyone won gold this year! Everyone was playing according to his instructions, and no one made any mistakes. How could something like this happen?"
Sayaka Akamatsu's tone carried a hint of smugness:
"What if everyone's mistake was in trying to win the gold medal?"
Does that mean winning gold is bad?
"If we had won bronze at the national championships this year, that would have been fine; we could have learned from our mistakes and fought harder with Mr. Kitahara. But we won gold! Many advisors to top schools leave after winning gold to teach at other schools. Mr. Kitahara is a very young teacher; why should he be considered Shin-Asahi's exclusive advisor? We've already achieved our goal of winning gold."
Sayaka Akamatsu was telling the truth, and Sakurako Yukawa couldn't help but twitch her face.
If winning the gold medal was a perfect ending for the third-year students, then for the first and second-year students, it was the beginning of a devastating blow.
This is why Kuno Tachibana cried so much.
Sure enough, misfortunes never come singly.
Seeing that Yukawa Sakurako was completely at a loss, Akamatsu Sayaka patted her shoulder and laughed:
"Oh, that's just my guess. Anyway, don't worry about it, Sakura. Just focus on your university entrance exams."
"Sayaka, aren't you worried at all?" Sakurako Yukawa asked, biting her lower lip.
"Why are you worried?"
"Aren't you worried if Kitahara-sensei leaves?"
Sayaka Akamatsu was somewhat speechless, staring directly into Sakurako Yukawa's extremely empathetic eyes, and said dismissively:
"It doesn't matter to me at all. Whether Kitahara-sensei stays or not is irrelevant: I won the gold medal, and my three years of schooling were better than the previous two. It's a happy ending for everyone. What more could I ask for? I'm willing to spend time mourning for the first and second-year students, but I have no intention of changing the adults' minds. ::.:"
Sakurako Yukawa raised her hand to hold the scarf in front of her chest, her throat bobbing up and down:
"That can't be right, can it? This is a huge problem for the brass band. Saying that Mr. Kitahara suddenly stopped teaching Shinjiro, etc."
Sayaka Akamatsu took a deep breath:
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"But what if he did it voluntarily? Since he won the national gold medal, Shenxu has lost his meaning for him. Sakura, do you really think you can change anything? To be honest, Sakura, you are like this many times. You know you can't change anything, but you still care so much. I think it would be better for your future if you could be more open-minded. Don't you find this so-called 'ministerial responsibility' very boring?"
Sayaka Akamatsu's words hit the nail on the head, making Sakurako Yukawa's whole body stiffen.
She spoke openly about her own shortcomings, and she couldn't even refute them; her throat was burning and trembling.
Seeing that Yukawa Sakurako was very dejected, Akamatsu Sayaka couldn't bear it any longer and put her hands together, saying:
"Sorry, Sakura, I sometimes talk like that."
“It’s nothing.” Yukawa Sakurako shook her head, her eyelids slightly lowered, and said, “Sayaka didn’t say anything wrong. I’m just that kind of person.”
Akamatsu Sayaka smiled wryly:
"It sounds like they're mocking me. Should I just die?"
"Alright, alright, bring Jia Hui along, I'll treat you to Yoshino."
Sakurako, being quite sensible, stopped discussing the topic, knowing she couldn't win against Sayaka no matter what.
"I've gone to all this trouble to treat you, shouldn't we eat something nice?"
"It's already a favor that I didn't treat you to Salia."
Mains electricity.
The air was filled with the whistling of the train, and the neon lights outside the shops flickered, mingling with the cold white streetlights.
"It's okay, I don't feel that way. Also, you sat on my skirt."
"Oh oh oh."
Kana Eto and Kami Takahashi sat together, and the Hakodate tram at nearly 7 p.m. was not crowded at all.
For Kana Eto, everything she's experiencing right now is too wonderful.
She was a member of the brass band for two years, a member who didn't get to speak. Because of Eri Kanzaki's presence, even though the instrument she played was the oboe, she was still an inconspicuous nobody.
But after this Friday, I will become the head of the brass band.
That's a really high bar.
As Takahashi Kami spoke, she raised her hand and pinched the flesh of Eto Kana's bare thigh, saying with a smile:
"The minister is very happy. When he speaks, all the members have to shut up. He can arrange whoever he wants. He has the most say in the department. Moreover, he can have close contact with Kitahara-sensei. You also want to have close contact with Kitahara-sensei, right?"
Kana Eto patted the back of her hand:
"What you've described are just the advantages."
"Oh, so you admit that being able to have close contact with Kitahara-sensei is an advantage?" Takahashi Kami smiled happily.
Kana Eto blushed. All the girls in the club liked to interact with Kitahara-sensei; it wasn't just her who thought so.
Looking down, the flesh on her thigh that had been pinched was faintly tinged with pink.
“But with Kitahara-sensei around, even if you, Kana, do a terrible job as the club president, it should be fine,” Takahashi Kami said.
"I'm not happy to hear what you just said," Kana Eto said, giving her a wary look.
"That's right. Didn't you notice how Kitahara-sensei treated the third-year seniors?"