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"This brass band club is terrible, should we switch to another club?"
"I know that you are not the kind of people who follow the crowd, so please be patient a little longer, okay? We will definitely make it this year."
“He said we were completely incompetent, and apart from holding the same instruments, he couldn’t tell we were in the same vocal part at all.”
"Why is she chosen to perform a solo in the competition?! Who do they think they are?!"
“I’m very scared. I’m very scared that my name won’t be on the list when Mr. Kitahara announces it. I always feel like I’ve persisted for so long but haven’t received his approval.”
"Everyone else is progressing with Kitahara-sensei. If I don't move forward, I won't be able to see anything."
“The national stage is also very meaningful to Mr. Kitahara, and I want to create value for him.”
"This year we must win the national gold medal and give a perfect account to everyone who has worked hard in the wind band."
The words struck the listener's eardrums like dense raindrops, and the pace of speech was as fast as dandelions scattered by the wind, drifting in clusters and clumps in the air.
Even though what they said was very chaotic, like musical notes intertwined in a disorderly manner, it was still easy to understand.
Just a few minutes into the documentary, some sensitive girls covered their mouths and started crying.
But in order not to affect the perception of other members, their sobs were suppressed deep in their throats, like the night wind blowing through the fine curtains.
The scene shifts to the corridor of the wind instrument section, where the sounds of various sections practicing can be faintly heard.
Is it powered on?
"It should be open already. Goto-senpai's equipment seems a bit outdated?"
"As long as it can be filmed, that's fine. Besides, it needs to be a bit old to have that feeling."
"I think using a filter should be enough, right?"
"Never mind, let's begin!"
A moment later, a girl jumped into the frame; it was "Kuno Tachibana" holding a small trumpet.
She swayed her body dramatically from side to side, her pleated skirt swaying slightly with the movement, and said in an affected voice:
"Hello everyone, I'm Tatsuka Kuno from the trumpet section. Do you know where I am right now?"
"What is this? Talking to kindergarten kids like that?" Nagase Miya couldn't help but complain. "And the way she's using that tone of voice is absolutely dizzying!"
Still in her "Frilian" form, Kuno Tachibana narrowed her eyes slightly, her cheeks flushed, and whispered:
"This is all I can do."
In any case, she couldn't bring herself to ask Saito Harukori how to pronounce the pleasant-sounding interjections.
"Heh heh, this is the corridor of the Shenxu Wind Ensemble. This entire corridor is for the wind ensemble. Now, let's introduce the first practice room. Oh dear, what a coincidence, it's my trumpet section. [More chapters available on [website name]]"
Her voice was too artificial and affected, not even in the same league as Saito Harukori.
The latter's use of consonants doesn't give people goosebumps; on the contrary, it has a positive buff, making it fascinating whether you're thinking seriously or not.
The camera pans in, revealing nine trumpet girls practicing their daily vocal parts.
"There are nine of us in the trumpet section, including me, but only five of us in the A section. Everyone is very talented, so the competition is fierce."
Kuno Tachibana lowered her eyes as if she were in trouble, and anyone who didn't know her would think that she was often rejected.
"What are you doing?" "Rain Guardian" asked with a serious expression.
"Filming a documentary."
"Instead of spending this time filming these things, you should use that time to practice. If we don't win gold, this documentary is a joke."
"
"Rain Guardian" stared at the camera with a serious expression, then frowned, stepped forward, and said, resting his hand on his chin.
"But it's okay to take pictures occasionally, as long as you control the time."
Yu Shou, who was off-camera, tensed up and sat upright, staring at the screen.
"Kuno Tachibana" put his arm around hers and said with a smile:
"This documentary will be watched by Kitahara-sensei. Is there anything you'd like to say to him, Amemori-senpai?"
“Hmm
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The mere mention of "Teacher Kitahara" melts away most of the girl's serious facade, revealing her gentle and reserved girlish heart.
"Is there anything I want to say? No, nothing."
"Wrong? Oh, I see—" Kuno Tachibana said with a sigh, resting her chin on her hand and looking at the camera.
"I'm sorry, Kitahara-sensei, but Amemori-senpai doesn't have anything to say to you. It seems he doesn't quite approve. Oh well, there's nothing I can do about it then." Before she could finish speaking, Nagase-senpai was interrupted by Amemori, who suddenly became agitated and quickly said:
"I highly approve of Kitahara-sensei!"
“It’s no use telling me,” Kuno Tachibana laughed, as if watching a show.
Realizing this, "Rain Guardian" quickly placed the trumpet on the chair, held the camera in both hands, and her delicate little face almost filled the entire screen:
"Teacher Kitahara, listen to me! I have so much to say to you! But I don't know how to say it! But I swear, I really have so much to say to you! I...I!"
Seeing her like this, most of the members in the first music classroom dared not laugh or speak. They could only keep a straight face and watch the leader of the new group nervously make her defense.
Yu Shou covered her face with her hands, bent down and made "mmm" sounds in her throat, her fingertips pressed tightly against her burning skin, as if this would hide her shyness even deeper.
“Amemori-senpai, calm down,” said Takahashi Kami.
Once "Rain Guardian" calmed down, she realized her lapse in composure and, biting her lower lip, said:
"Takahashi-senpai, please don't include this in the clip. If Kitahara-sensei sees it, we're doomed."
"Don't worry, I, Takahashi Kami, am definitely not that kind of person. I won't just say I won't let go."
This remark immediately made the students in the classroom burst into laughter, and even Kitahara Hakuba laughed beside him.
"Mmm!" Yu Shouxiu suddenly raised her face, her cheeks flushed and bright.
However, unable to withstand such a burning gaze, Takahashi Kami quickly said:
"I'm just following what Senior Akamatsu said."
"Hmm!" The gaze immediately turned to Sayaka Akamatsu.
"Oh? Isn't that interesting?" she laughed.
Immediately afterwards, the "Rain Guardian" on the screen said some very official things, such as, "Only under the leadership of Mr. Kitahara can our Shin-Asahi Brass Band reach the finish line."
"Everyone should do their own job well and not worry Mr. Kitahara."
"As the orchestra's principal player, I have a special criticism of the saxophone section. The national competition is almost here, and they still can't give Mr. Kitahara a break."
Whenever Yu Shou speaks, he never mentions "Teacher Kitahara," and everyone has gotten used to it.
The camera pans.
"This is the most beautiful heiress in our wind band, and also the trumpet soloist in the national competition."
Kami Takahashi was very respectful to her seniors and did not photograph any other attractive parts of their bodies that might arouse unwanted attention.
If it were Sayaka Akamatsu, she would definitely focus on photographing Tsukiyo Nagase's body, especially her beautiful legs and white lace socks.
"Hello everyone, I'm Nagase Tsukiyo, and I'm a trumpet player in the club." Nagase Tsukiyo smiled serenely, a stark contrast to her previous demeanor.
"Nase-senpai, how do you feel now that the national tournament is so close?"
"Well, actually I don't really have a real feeling about it. It wouldn't be easy to say if I really had to."
What is your most unforgettable memory from your time in the brass band?
"Nase Tsukiyo" placed the trumpet on her lap, smiled, and said:
"It should be the day I come back. I'm so glad that everyone and Kitahara-sensei can accept me again."
Who is your favorite teacher?
I deeply admire Mr. Kitahara. Being able to sit here feels like I've taken a long detour, and Mr. Kitahara deserves immense credit for bringing everyone together. Whenever I think about this, I feel a sense of gratitude and wonder. He truly is a very capable teacher.
While the other members were nodding in approval of the answer, Nagase Tsukiyo, who was off-camera, was very dissatisfied with it and barely dared to look up.
She shouldn't have gone to the extra trouble of changing "like" to "admire." She could have simply said "like," and she would have been no different from everyone else.
Students who have no feelings for Kitahara-sensei can easily say, "I like Kitahara-sensei."
However, girls who have feelings for him would find it difficult to say those words easily.
She had initially intended to conceal her feelings, but now it seemed to have only amplified her secret thoughts, which was why Nagase Tsukiyo felt shy.
Reasons for regret.
For now, Nagase Tsukiyo can only hope that her classmates won't be too perceptive.
But she knew that these changes would not escape Saito Haruka's eyes, and one day in the future, this matter would become a laughing stock for her. Then, she began to interview other trumpeters.
The questions asked were all the same: unforgettable things, favorite teachers, etc., but these kept the members entertained, and Kitahara Hakuba also enjoyed watching them.
Perhaps as long as these girls are on camera, he's willing to watch regardless of what they're talking about.
Each part ends with a clip of daily playing practice, followed by the bass part.
"Saito Haruka" got up and stepped forward to greet her, her full breasts, covered by her uniform, almost obscuring the camera.
"So beautiful!" "Kami Takahashi exclaimed instinctively because the camera was blocked.
"The most perfect member of the Shin-Asahi Brass Band! I want to stick them together!" Akamatsu Sayaka exclaimed, cupping her face in her hands.
As it happens, the camera can see "Kurosawa Maki" in the background, looking down at the slight bulge hidden under her uniform.
Saito Haruka raised her hand to Akamatsu Sayaka, crossed her index fingers together, and said with a gentle smile:
She believed that there would only ever be one person who could touch her body.
Of course, if everything succeeds in the future, Yuka and the others can too.
"Let me touch you too!"
"It seems like we'd be at a huge loss."
“Haru-niao, don’t play this game with her anymore,” Yukawa Sakurako sighed.