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"You used to be someone who didn't want to study even the day before an exam! What made you become like this, Kitahara-sensei?!"
"Idiot! What are you saying? I just couldn't sleep the more I lay in bed thinking about it, so I got up and blew it out."
"Your neighbor doesn't come over to beat you up?"
"I must have gone outside to an open space to play it."
"That's evil too!"
With a pained expression, Kana Eto raised her head, clasped her hands together under her chin, and said in a devout tone:
"I'm sorry if anyone was disturbed by the noise."
"Hehehe, I won't forgive you unless you hand this over to me."
"What is that?" Kana Eto asked as she bent down to put on her shoes.
Kami Takahashi, like an old man, sneered wickedly, and as she bent over to put on her shoes, he thrust his lower body forward:
"Ora! Ora ora! Don't turn around, I'm Kitahara Hakuba, not that big! Not that big!"
"Wait a minute!"
Kana Eto blushed and angrily reached out to hit her.
"Hahaha." Takahashi Kami skipped away, grinning, "It's my turn to do chores today, gotta go!"
"Well!"
Kana Eto was so angry that she wanted to pick up her schoolbag and hit her, but then she thought better of it. Anyway, there were no students around, and she was always acting crazy like this.
"Eto-senpai."
"Whoa-!"
Her heart, which had finally settled down, was startled by this voice and she cried out. Even her sleepy face looked full of energy.
Turning around, I saw it was Saito Harutori, the vice president of the brass band.
Just as I remembered, she had a model-like figure and a youthful face that seemed incredibly fragile.
Kana Eto was always curious about how many emotional breakdowns she had gone through to have such a beautiful face.
“Saito-senpai…” Kana Eto forced a bitter smile, cursing Kami Takahashi to death in her heart.
Saito Harutori rested her index finger on her chin, squinted her eyes, and smiled:
"You two have such a good relationship. I'm so envious of having friends like that."
"No way, Jia Mei is just an undeveloped ape, pretending to be a young girl."
Kana Eto first squatted down and carefully put on her indoor shoes.
They heard it! Oh no! They even joked about Kitahara-sensei! What if Saito-senpai tells Kitahara-sensei about this...?
Add beauty and behead! ! !
“That sounds so cute!” Saito Harutori said with a smile.
“Not at all…” Kana Eto sighed and said, “Did Saito-senpai want to see me about something?”
“There are some things I want to talk to you about,” Saito Haruka’s gaze fell down, landing on the girl’s cherry-colored knees, her prominent knuckles repeatedly kneading her hair.
"Eto-senpai... could you skip the Hakodate regional tournament this time?"
These words made Kana Eto's eyes widen. As if to express her dissatisfaction, she gripped her skirt tightly and didn't say a word.
Saito Harukori said in a somewhat risqué tone:
"Think about it, this is the last year for the third-year students. You'll still have a chance next year, and Eri really wants to go on stage, but she's too shy to tell you."
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"Is this what Kanzaki-senpai meant?" Kana Eto's lips twisted unnaturally, and her face flushed.
"I won't say whose intention it was, but this is very unfair to Eri because she hasn't had as much time to practice the set pieces and free pieces as you and Kirishima."
Saito Harutori was silent for a moment, then took out a card from the pocket of her pleated skirt and said:
“I won’t let you give up for nothing. There’s a lot of money in there. Use that money to hire a private tutor and enroll in some training courses. Then come back for the audition at the All-Around Conference. Of course, I won’t ask how much you spend or how you use it. You can even transfer it all away... Is that okay?”
Kana Eto looked at the card held between her fingers, took a breath, raised her eyebrows, and noticed that Haruka Saito's face also showed a hint of apology.
"I think the seniors went too far."
Kana Eto clenched her teeth, but maintained a basic tone of voice.
"Bringing unnecessary things like dirtiness, lack of ambition, money, and backstabbing into the club is unacceptable, no matter the reason. Kitahara-sensei said a long time ago that we need to practice. Why should it be considered unfair to Kanzaki-senpai just because she started practicing later?"
I don't want to lose to Kanzaki-senpai, I don't want to be looked down upon, and I don't want to be branded with the stigma of "I only got into Class A because she let me win." Saito-senpai, not only did you fail to encourage me, you also insulted me in this way...
She spoke at length, finally slowly raising her head and gazing directly at Saito Harutori, saying...
"This is simply... simply a disqualification for a vice minister."
"Well."
Saito Haruka seemed quite unfamiliar with this behavior and appeared bewildered. In the end, she could only put the card back in her pocket, rhythmically pressing her right thumb with her left hand, and saying...
"I'm just doing this for your own good, you won't win."
"I only need Kitahara-sensei to say this to me personally; it doesn't matter who else says it," Kana Eto said clearly.
"It's Kitahara-sensei again..." Saito Harutori frowned slightly.
"Good morning, sunny bird."
At that moment, some girls walked into the shoe changing area and greeted Saito Haruka.
Saito Harutori forced a signature warm smile and waved to them:
Good morning!
"You still look so beautiful today. Have your breasts gotten a size bigger?"
"Ugh, stop saying those things."
The sounds that came out of her throat were soft, light, and elegant.
Kana Eto whispered "Goodbye, senior" and walked towards the stairwell.
We must win today!
Chapter 104, Section 103: Oboe, Final Audition (4K)
Shenxu High School, Club Building.
During lunch break, you can hear the percussion section practicing, the booming of timpani, the ceaseless marimba, the clanging of plucked drums, and various drum sets.
When practicing alone, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the sound was a mess; it was simply unpleasant to listen to.
As Sakurako Kawa walked through the noisy corridor, her long braid reaching her slender waist and her clear, intellectual black eyes, her demeanor didn't seem out of place even in the Taisho era.
Upon arriving at the entrance of the first music classroom, they found Saito Harukori and Watanabe Hama standing there.
Neither of them said anything; one looked out the window, while the other leaned against the wall.
For some reason, whenever Yukawa Sakurako felt these two were together, there was an air of tension that seemed ready to explode at any moment.
"Sorry, I went to the office to help the teacher organize the test papers." Sakurako asked, "Watanabe-san, are all the oboe members here?"
Watanabe Hama's gaze fell on her, then he raised his thumb and pointed it towards the first music classroom, saying:
"All three of them have already gone inside, including Kitahara-sensei and Kuno-senpai."
"Sigh, it's such a difficult choice."
Sakurako Yukawa looked troubled; even now, she couldn't come up with a good solution.
As the minister and also a wind instrument player, she found it extremely difficult to reconcile public and private matters, because the wind instrument department was a large department with different viewpoints and values among its members.
The only good thing is that everyone has the same goal, which is probably the only positive thing.
"It's alright, Minister Yukawa has done a good job. Just leave these matters to Teacher Kitahara."
Watanabe Hama crossed her arms and subconsciously raised her right foot to step on the wall. The hem of her skirt on her firm right leg was slightly lifted, making people unable to resist looking at the shadow between her legs.
"Watanabe-kun, try not to step on the wall, it will leave marks," Saito Harutori reminded him with a smile.
"I consider my indoor shoes to be fairly clean," Watanabe Hama said as she put her foot down.
“Since it’s already involved the soles of the shoes, it’s never going to be clean.” Saito Harutori maintained her warm smile.
Just then, a voice rang out amidst the cacophony of percussion:
"There are quite a lot of people here."
The three turned their gazes and saw that it was Yu Shou walking over, holding a box of strawberry milk in her hand.
This drink is practically the dominant one in the school's vending machines.
"Why haven't we started yet?"
Yu Shou put the straw in her mouth, and the milky white liquid was sucked into her small mouth. You could see the girl's neck moving up and down slightly.
Saito Harutori glanced at her, his fingers involuntarily interlocking:
"Perhaps Kitahara-sensei is talking to them about something."
"Who does Team Leader Yu Shou want to join?" Watanabe asked.
Yu Shou pursed her lips, and a glistening thread of viscous fluid clung to the straw:
"Anyone can get in as long as it helps Mr. Kitahara win the gold medal."
"What if we're just talking about personal feelings?" Watanabe asked, his bright, moist eyes looking towards the first music classroom.
"These are all personal feelings now."
Just as Watanabe Hama seemed somewhat confused by this statement, Saito Haruki suddenly said:
"To be honest, I have doubts about Kitahara-sensei."
"Suspicion about what?" Yu Shou suddenly glared at him.
Saito Harutori said in a low voice:
"I doubt whether Mr. Kitahara truly selected students based on their abilities. Everyone in the club knows that Mr. Kitahara often tutors students privately, and his recent close relationship with Eri, including playing pieces unrelated to the competition repertoire, just doesn't seem right..."