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Kuno Tachibana's cheeks flushed slightly from lack of oxygen, and it seemed as if the oxygen in his brain, along with the chaotic emotions lingering in his heart, had been expelled.
"call"
Fine beads of sweat appeared on the girl's forehead; Kirishima Mai could sense her tension and unease.
"I've never shouted so excitedly before, and my mood calmed down a lot immediately."
"Do you feel at ease?" Kirishima Mai asked.
"Ah."
Kuno Tachibana put the black tuner into his pocket, then tugged at his uniform collar to let in some cool air to lower the temperature.
"The more I practice, the more nervous I get. I've had enough."
Kirishima Mai's lips were pressed into a line, and her bangs were swept to one side, revealing her forehead.
"Then let's rest for a while."
Kuno Tachibana's gaze fell on her slender white neck that was exposed from her neckline, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch it.
"Huh? What are you doing?" Kirishima Mai's body trembled.
"You don't sweat at all, Zhenyi?"
"It feels quite refreshing today."
"Look at me, I'm all sweaty here." Kuno Tachibana said, grabbing her wrist and touching his neck. However, Kirishima Mai didn't care about the touch and pulled her hand back, saying, "No need."
"Mai, do you think I'm a nuisance?" Kuno Tachibana suddenly asked.
"Why are you saying this all of a sudden?"
"But my friends think that I sometimes take things too seriously."
Kuno Tachibana looked around and, finding no place to sit, sat down on the marble steps leading into the club building.
Kirishima Mai's words caught in her throat, and after a moment of hesitation, she said:
"It won't be a hassle."
Kuno Tachibana's slender fingers gently twirled a strand of hair, a faint smile playing on her lips.
"Really? I said those things to you without your permission, thinking you should do as I say. To put it another way..."
Wouldn't that make me seem unreasonable?
Kirishima Mai quickly understood her meaning and, disregarding her thoughts, took it upon herself to demand that she give it her all.
"That's not true. I really enjoy being with Tachibana."
Kirishima Mai relaxed her shoulders, letting the wind blow her skirt to one side, revealing her fair and soft thighs.
"Oh? Really?"
Kuno Tachibana's delicate ear tips turned slightly red, and although her tone was natural, she was trying to calm the turmoil in her heart.
Kirishima Mai stepped forward, covered her skirt, and sat down beside her. The coldness of the marble tiles seeped through the fabric of the pleated skirt.
"Yes, it's true. I know you're doing this for my own good, Lihua."
As if someone had touched a sensitive spot, Kuno Tachibana gently bit her lower lip to endure the itching.
She gripped the trumpet tightly, trying to convey her feelings through her strength:
"I want to be friends with Mai for life. You play the oboe just as well as Kanzaki-senpai. You must look beautiful playing a solo on stage."
Kirishima Mai's fingers unconsciously twisted her skirt, her toes, hidden in her shoes, curled slightly, and a faint blush appeared on her usually calm and aloof face.
Kuno Tachibana placed the small shoe on her lap, held the heel of the shoe with her hand, and lifted her foot up to reveal her foot covered with a black calf sock.
You could clearly see her massaging her big toe, her skin occasionally peeking through the black fabric.
"I just don't want to follow the crowd like you anymore. Fate is a giant spinning wheel; if you accidentally weave it wrong, your vision will sway in confusion, causing you to lose your way in life."
Even if you initially feel you're on the right path, you might still end up stuck in the same place, eventually being kicked off the stage of fate. Regardless, I believe I should take control of the spinning wheel myself, calm down, and spend some time weaving my own destiny.
Listening to her rattle off her "philosophy of life" in one breath, Kirishima Mai smiled and said:
"These words don't sound like something Li Hua would say."
Kuno Tateka, his heels pressed against the tiles, gave her an awkward smile and said:
"So we've been found out... ::.. That's what Kitahara-sensei told me. He's really good at comforting people."
I love so much. "
Kirishima Mai smiled. Looking at her hair, she said, "I like Tachibana too."
"Sorry, I already have someone I like." Kuno Tachibana knew that her "like" didn't mean that, but she still joked unconsciously.
"What I love is your continuous growth and your ability to surpass yourself." Kirishima Mai stretched her leg out straight.
The girl's knees had a faint pink tinge.
Kuno Tachibana rarely had the chance to see her make such clumsy movements in her normal life, but they were just ordinary kids, so it was quite strange that she was so concerned about etiquette.
She and Zhenyi aren't like those other young ladies from three years ago.
"Why does Tachibana work so hard?" Half a year later, during the audition for the national tournament, Kirishima Mai finally asked this question.
Kuno Tachibana frowned, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, but he ultimately said:
"Because the more I boast, the happier I am, the more things I can do, and everyone praises me, so I can't stop."
"Along with competition?"
"In fact, it is precisely because of the competition that we are happy. Winning makes us happy, losing makes us feel bad, but we get up and keep practicing until we win, and then we can be happy."
As she spoke, even Kuno Tachibana herself became a little embarrassed, and as she put on her shoes, she said...
“Mai, you may like to play in your own world and be happy when you feel that you are improving, but playing the wind instrument is a competition. You won’t get good results if you don’t put in some passion.”
Kirishima Mai felt as if her lungs were blocked, and her palms were sweaty, the wet sensation making her feel nauseous.
Kuno Tachibana wanted to stand up, glanced at her, and then subconsciously raised his hand to lean closer:
"The scarf is loose."
Her hands untied the scarf from Kirishima Mai's chest and carefully tied it into a butterfly shape.
Do you know what I think of you?
"What?" Kirishima Mai asked.
"Inorganic, empty, neutral, shrewd."
Kuno Tachibana's fingers tugged at her scarf.
"Okay, I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. Let's keep practicing. I think I just heard the sound of a clarinet."
Kitakiri Island Mai nodded; she somewhat understood Kuno Tatsukasa's meaning, "like an individual's nothingness."
By the time she came to her senses, Li Hua's metronome was ringing again.
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"I told you during the audition for the All-Around Competition that you always go too fast with those eighth notes. There's no way around it that there are five people in the saxophone section, and there was no way around it that I chose you for the All-Around A section. Turning chance into certainty is true skill."
Moreover, this isn't a local audition, it's a nationwide audition. What you need to do is turn your efforts into results; efforts that don't produce results are meaningless.
"Yes... I'm sorry."
Kitahara Hakuba looked at the girl whose eyes were already brimming with tears, raised his hand to rub the corner of his eye, and quickly calmed himself down.
Sayaka Akamatsu stood to the side, expressionless.
The saxophone section of the sixteen-member group was not of high quality to begin with, and their enthusiasm was not as high as that of the other sections. Teacher Kitahara basically left them to their own devices.
Knowing the saxophone part is weak? Why not fix it?
They lack comprehension, memory, and patience, and they don't actively seek his guidance; even systematic experience can't save them.
Kitahara Hakuba was truly helpless, with a sense of frustration and disappointment at the lack of progress, and also a touch of melancholy—this is the reality for most people.
Instead of wasting time, we should bring up the other eight voices first. And as it turned out, all eight voices did indeed come up.
He didn't have to worry about it at all.
"I apologize, my words may have been a bit harsh. Minister Akamatsu, next one."
Kitahara Hakuba was thinking that he was going to put the saxophone girls under a lot of pressure in the coming period.
If he doesn't pressure them this year, and they really leave next year, who will have the power to pressure them?
Sayaka Akamatsu stepped forward and gently comforted the saxophone girl who was crying silently, helping her pack up her composition to take out.
A moment later, another girl walked in carrying a saxophone and sat down in a chair.
"Second year student, Kami Takahashi, saxophone section, responsible for playing alto saxophone."
Kami Takahashi, who usually shares the same personality as Sayaka Akamatsu, naturally witnessed the club member who had just left crying, and her expression became extremely solemn.
Kitahara Hakuba's pen scribbled on the paper, subconsciously writing "oboe," then crossing it out, muttering "alto..."
.".
He looked up, forcing a smile, and said:
"Then, let's start with the theme song."
Following his instructions, Kami Takahashi began to play the piece.
The alto saxophone's mellow and full tone resonated in the First Music Classroom, possessing both the power of brass and the gentleness of woodwinds, achieving a perfect balance between the two.
"Well done."
Kitahara Hakuba's mood improved a bit, and Akamatsu Sayaka, who was standing next to him, nodded quickly to Takahashi Kami as if to ease the atmosphere.
Is it only Lv13...?
Although her skill level is not as high as other saxophone players, in terms of comprehension, memory, and patience, Kami Takahashi is worth investing in.
"Let's continue playing excerpts from the Freestyle."
"Yes."
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