r18novel Page 226
Page 226
Some students have even considered defecting to join the brass band.
"Quiet One"
The principal patted the microphone, and a piercing sound immediately came from the speakers.
A short while later, the members of the choir went up on stage, followed by Kitahara Hakuba, who sat on the grand piano in the corner.
As he sat on the piano bench and tuned the instrument for a short while, the auditorium, which had resembled a bustling marketplace, suddenly fell silent.
"When Kitahara-sensei stands up there, there's always a... strange feeling..."
Akamatsu Sayaka rested her arms on the back of Yukawa Sakurako's chair, sniffed her hair, and said with a smile,
"No wonder everyone dislikes NTR themes; I don't like them either."
"I don't think this has much to do with NTR..."
.
Sakurako Yukawa didn't think it was a big problem, since Kitahara-sensei couldn't possibly be just from their brass band.
As a result, Matsuoka Osamu and some of the brass band boys, upon seeing Kitahara Hakuba playing the piano for the choir, looked distressed and said:
"Wow, wow! Our Kitahara-sensei... Kitahara-sensei...:!"
"What are these boys getting so worked up about..." Some girls cast disdainful glances at the boys.
"Everyone stand at attention and sing the school song!" the ferry director shouted.
The students who had been sitting and watching all stood up in unison.
The moment the piano music began, the sound of the chorus seemed to surge like the waves of Hakodate Bay, relentlessly surging towards the audience.
Everyone was immersed in Kitahara Hakuba's koto music. The beautiful, clear, and mellow sound was like pearls falling on a jade plate, making a gurgling sound.
"Ahhh~ Snow-white wings are getting closer, it's a spring gull swooping down from the sky above Hakodate Bay!"
"Golden maple leaves ~~~ Carved with the image of our alma mater, Shenxu High School"
~N~
The students in the audience were just lip-syncing, because for them, singing seriously meant they had already lost.
Moreover, no one paid attention to the singing of the choir on stage; everyone was focused on Kitahara Hakuba playing the piano.
One after another, complete and orderly piano notes were played, seemingly swaying in the autumn wind among the grass and leaves on the riverbank, and the sound also came from the cirrus clouds that shone with pure white light.
The originally somewhat rigid melody can be transformed into something completely different in his hands.
The clear and pure sound of the piano resonated within Nagase Tsukiyo's body. The more she listened, the more she realized that this person possessed extremely high talent.
Compared to him, I felt incredibly insignificant.
After the two-and-a-half-minute school song performance ended, Kitahara Hakuba subconsciously stood up and went to the club members' side, as if to bow.
When he stepped forward, the students below the stage applauded, while the members of the choir seemed a little reserved.
During regular school opening ceremonies, they would sing and then immediately leave the stage; there was no craftsmanship involved.
"The choir doesn't have this custom of giving thank-you gifts?" Kitahara Hakuba asked the club president.
Minister Hiroe said shyly:
"Well... not yet, but starting today..."
Kitahara Hakuba smiled slightly, his gaze sweeping over the faces of each member, and said in a gentle tone:
"As performers, we need to be responsible for our singing and our audience. Why not try to cultivate this habit starting today? I think it won't hurt anyone."
Furthermore... if everyone just left the stage, it would seem as if the performance hadn't come to a proper end.
The members of the choir looked at each other, and they could see a hint of excitement on each other's faces. They admired the wind band even more.
Standing next to Kitahara-sensei, my confidence swelled up like an inflated balloon.
"Yeah! Okay!"
"minister?"
Hongyin tightened her grip on the hem of her skirt slightly, her face flushed, and said:
"Then... one, two, three."
At her instruction, Kitahara Hakuba and the members of the choir bowed together.
The ferry director and principal in the audience were extremely envious. They even wished they could tear Kitahara Hakuba in two and let him take full control of the vocal clubs.
The opening ceremony in the auditorium finally came to an end.
As soon as Kitahara Hakuba stepped out of the auditorium, he was surrounded by girls from all grades, and even the strong female guards of the brass band were unable to resist him in the slightest.
It was only after the ferryman's angry shout that Kitahara Hakuba was rescued from the group of girls.
"You'll get used to it. I was always surrounded by people like that when I was young."
"oh...:
2
Kitahara Hakuba gave an ambiguous laugh, and the tips of the maple leaves in front of him were already faintly showing a hint of red.
In another month, the maple leaves will synthesize anthocyanins and the chlorophyll will gradually disappear. At that time, this place and Wulingguo will be a dazzling expanse of red maple leaves.
After chatting and laughing with the ferry director all the way to the staff office, I sat down and noticed that the textbooks on the table were much more plentiful.
Upon opening the book, I discovered that it contained hidden love letters, and not just one textbook had them, but almost every book did.
“Pfft…” Kitahara Hakuba rubbed his forehead as if in a headache.
These girls wanted to use simple love letters to get his teaching position; it was downright wicked.
I put all the more than ten love letters into my bag and planned to throw them away after I left school, otherwise some sharp-eyed colleagues would notice if I threw them directly into the trash can.
He picked up his laptop and headed to the first music classroom, determined to finish arranging the remaining cultural festival pieces for the brass band before the audition. He planned to audition at Shinomiya Haruka's shop that evening.
Today is the first day of school, and you can see many students carrying new books in the corridors.
Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but feel nostalgic. Every time he received a new book, he would stay in the same spot and read through the Japanese language and history sections.
After passing through the elevated walkway, you can see that the club activity board has already posted various club activities for the cultural festival.
The only clubs occupying the auditorium are the performing arts club and the brass band club; most of them are a bunch of girl bands with strange names.
When we arrived at the first music classroom, there was no one there, not even in the practice rooms for each section.
Because the school entrance exam is tomorrow, Kitahara Hakuba has arranged for no practice today.
"Are you composing music?"
A sudden sound startled Kitahara Hakuba.
He turned to look at the source of the sound and saw Yuka Isomoto squatting under the multimedia table, her face slightly flushed, looking up at him.
The color is different today; it's orange, and the area that Kitahara Hakuba can see is very large.
Why don't teenage girls like to wear safety shorts?
The two were in a rather indecent position, especially her squatting posture, which gave the impression that they were about to start an intimate relationship.
"What are you doing here?" Kitahara Hakuba stared down at her, dumbfounded.
Yuka Isomoto emerged like a crab, stood up straight, and, blushing, held up her pleated skirt with her hand, said:
"Charge...charge".
"Charge?"
Is this how you act? Hiding like you want to eat me alive!
"Yeah, I woke up this morning and realized my phone wasn't charged, so I thought I could charge it here." Yuka Isomoto said, seemingly trying to ease the awkwardness.
She gently patted her skirt with her hand.
Kitahara Hakuba looked down and, sure enough, found her phone charging with a data cable connected.
"Have you been charging here the whole time?"
"No, I've never used the school for training before; this is the first time in three years."
Yuka Isomoto gave a wry smile. She wasn't actually panicked because she knew very well that Kitahara-sensei was different from other teachers and would definitely not scold her.
In her mind, this person no longer falls under the category of "teacher".
“You’re completely silent, it’s really scary,” Kitahara Hakuba said with a deep sigh.
"Sorry, I thought it was Sakura."
"She doesn't allow her members to charge their batteries here?"
Yuka Isomoto's pupils moved slightly up and down, as if scrutinizing Hakuba Kitahara's clothes and face:
"No, it's not that... she just said it's best not to charge your devices here because the cameras here can't capture the multimedia equipment, and if it gets lost, it'll be hard to find, which is a real hassle."
Kitahara Hakuba nodded in agreement, his gaze involuntarily falling on the hem of her skirt, as if he could once again glimpse the girl's beautiful orange triangle through the fabric.
Yuka Isomoto noticed his gaze, looked down at her wrinkled pleated skirt, and couldn't help but sigh.
Oh no... I forgot to iron it... He must think I'm a girl who's trying to quit...
"How much longer do I need to charge it?" he suddenly asked.
“Well… I just plugged it in to charge not long ago… but if you want to take it out, that’s fine too…” Yuka Isomoto said, pouting slightly.
"No, I'm not asking you to take it. I can watch over it for you."
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he will stay here to work today.
Yuka Isomoto forced a smile onto her face:
"Thank you, Kitahara-sensei! Actually, I wanted to charge my phone elsewhere, but all of them were full."
"It's alright." Kitahara Hakuba opened his laptop and, after a brief pause while it booted up, asked, "How is Saito doing in the bass section? Are you getting along well with her?"
Upon hearing him start talking about other girls, Yuka Isomoto felt as if someone was tightly squeezing her stomach. Why did her throat feel a little sour, like... she had taken a small sip of vinegar?
"It's alright. Haruna's euphonium skills are much better than mine, and from the group leader's perspective, her guidance is also better than mine."
"