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Nagase Tsukiya paused for a moment before noticing that her schoolbag on the table was facing this way.
She casually took her schoolbag off the table and placed it on the wooden floor.
"Isn't Huili going to apply to music college? I'm here to borrow a few books for her."
After finishing speaking, Nagase Tsukiyo focused all her attention on the exercise book.
She usually styles her hair up in a single-ear style, but now it's styled behind both ears, highlighting the girl's increasingly delicate and refined face.
She still has a little bit of baby fat, and her skin must feel very soft to the touch.
"Are you serious?" Saito Harutori asked in a low voice.
Nagase Tsukiyo wrote down a solution under the question, but then stopped writing, as if lost in thought:
"of course it's true."
"Then let me see it."
Upon hearing her inexplicable request, Nagase Tsukiyo looked up, puzzled, and asked, "Why?"
Saito Haruka's expression turned serious:
"You always like to write your name in your books. If it's for Eri, your name probably won't be on it, right?"
"…Boring. I gave up on this kind of behavior back in middle school." Nagase Tsukiyo tossed her long hair in annoyance.
"Since you're so sure, why don't you hand it over and show it to me?"
"Why should I show it to you?" Nagase Tsukiyo retorted sharply, her gaze meeting Nagase's.
Saito Harutori's amber eyes were fixed on her, his lips slightly parted:
"Moonlit Night, you actually want to go to music college?"
"Keep guessing. Goodbye." Nagase Tsukiyo said this, hastily closing the red exercise book and putting it in her bag. Seeing her about to leave, Saito Haruka became even more certain of her idea:
Are you trying to run away again?
Nagase Tsukiyo stopped in her tracks. The girl's legs, white and smooth as jade, extended from beneath her plaid pleated skirt. The setting sun streaming in from the window cast a shadow between her legs.
She turned her head and said:
"Sunny Bird, don't think you've grown up enough to lecture me. Sometimes I really envy people like you."
"To criticize others without experiencing what they are going through firsthand, and to assume one can do it perfectly."
As if suppressed by her imposing presence, Saito Harutori remained silent.
"Good luck on the test," Nagase Tsukiyo said.
Watching her leave the library, Saito Haruka suddenly felt very lonely again. She didn't even want to solve the problems and kept doodling on the clean draft paper with a 0.5mm pen tip.
In the end, only a perfectly square remained on the paper, filled with lead gray.
"Well-"
Saito Haruka lay on the table with her legs turned outwards, took out her phone and looked at the screen, swiping through the avatars of the group members.
"Teacher Kitahara..."
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For some reason, his rice stalk portrait suddenly became vivid.
"Hmm... To truly understand the imagery of sound, the etudes that Kitahara-sensei gave for each voice part are crucial. With careful practice, you can discover their subtleties."
"Yes!"
In the audiovisual classroom, Takahashi Kami, at the behest of Kitahara Hakuba, began to instruct some beginners in the B program.
Most of these people are new members, and some of them don't even understand the concept of a musical note.
During the fifteen-minute break in Class A, Kitahara Hakuba took the opportunity to visit the audiovisual classroom.
When they saw him at the classroom door, the freshmen immediately straightened their posture and seemed very happy.
"Everyone has worked hard."
Kitahara Hakuba went inside and said,
"The people in Group B can go back now, they don't need to practice as late as the people in Group A."
There's nothing that can be done about it; Kitahara Hakuba can't just split into two people.
To accommodate both composers, he could only have composer A practice individual and part practice in the mornings on weekends, while composer B practiced ensemble. In the afternoons, composer A would play ensemble while composer B practiced individual and part practice.
Simply put, the practice order for the A and B versions is different.
The members of Editor B didn't feel too bad, since the pressure was all on Editor A.
After saying goodbye to Kitahara Hakuba, they left the audiovisual classroom with their instruments.
"Teacher Kitahara, I have some things I'd like to hear your opinion on." At that moment, Kami Takahashi walked over, her ponytail swaying.
"what's up?"
The girl's hands were behind her back, her fingers interlocked:
"Well... what instrument do you think someone like me could play in the orchestra if I didn't play the oboe?"
Her words immediately piqued Kitahara Hakuba's interest, and he asked earnestly:
"What is it that you're playing? Why aren't you playing the oboe anymore?"
"Because there are too many oboists in the department, I simply can't get into the A section," Takahashi Kami said, scratching her cheek somewhat embarrassedly.
so..:::
She wanted to be in Class A, but if she continued playing the oboe, not to mention Kana Eto, Eri Kanzaki and Mai Kirishima alone would have taken up both spots.
"So... I've been thinking lately that now that I'm a junior in high school, is it too late to change instruments? Kana suggested I try the clarinet..."
Kami Takahashi asked somewhat nervously, as she herself felt that time might be very tight.
Kitahara Hakuba pondered for a moment and then said:
"Hmm... As for the clarinet, its reed gap is wide, making it easier to control the breath. However, the difficulty is that, unlike the oboe which is a non-transposing instrument, it is a transposing instrument, which may affect the difficulty of your transfer to another school. The timbre and range are quite different."
"so what should I do now?"
"Your obvious advantage in playing the oboe is your breath control, and I think you should make good use of that. I recommend two instruments: the flute and the saxophone. Your experience in embouchure control and breathing techniques should allow you to quickly master these two instruments."
“Hmm 3”
Although Kitahara Hakuba rationally analyzed the situation for Takahashi Kami for a while, the girl was still somewhat hesitant.
“Although our saxophone section has nine people, it’s actually quite weak,” Kitahara Hakuba said with a wry smile.
He changed the score for the piece at the Hokkaido Music Festival to be dominated by the bassoon because he thought the saxophone was too "fragile".
"The saxophone... that feels like a rather big leap..."
Takahashi Kami's fingers danced across her cheeks like she was playing the piano as she said, puzzled, "The oboe sounds very elegant, but the saxophone has a... um... like bobbing your head on a leaf in the streets of Italy. I consider myself pretty, a beautiful girl..."
Her analogy is quite apt, considering that the saxophone in an orchestra tends to be more associated with pop and jazz.
"I'm just offering my opinion; the specifics are up to Takahashi-kun."
"Alright then." Takahashi Kami nodded, then raised her pretty face and asked, "Kitahara-sensei, is Kana playing the piano well in Editor A?"
Kitahara Hakuba nodded and said, "Yes, going to the regional tournament is no problem at all."
"Oh, that's great."
Kami Takahashi smiled with satisfaction.
"We all need to work hard!"
Chapter 118, Section 117: The Girls' Competition Uniforms (4K)
Friday arrived in the blink of an eye. In order to prepare for the Hakodate Regional Tournament, the members' measurements were taken again to design the tournament uniforms.
The clarinet practice room became the girls' measuring room, but there was only one, which caused many girls to wait in the corridor.
Kitahara Hakuba came from the staff classroom and found that since there were fewer boys, they had all finished their measurements and were sitting in a group in the corridor.
Like a spy organization, watching the girl groups come and go.
"Everyone, remember to state your name, grade, and voice part when you're being measured! Remember! Don't stuff anything inside that might affect the measurement! Especially Suzuki Yoshie! Don't cause trouble for everyone!"
At that moment, Vice-President Sayaka Akamatsu stood at the classroom door, raised her hands, and shouted loudly to the scattered students.
"Who would put anything in there!" Suzuki Yoshie retorted, straddling the hallway.
Sayaka Akamatsu stuck out her cherry-red little tongue:
"Heh heh."
"Who's misunderstanding me!"
When she was still angry, she noticed Kitahara Hakuma standing in the corridor, and immediately shrugged and fell silent.
"Teacher Kitahara."
The slender-looking Tachibana Kuno stepped aside from a girl group and approached, asking with a puzzled expression,
"Why do we need to take measurements again? Can't we use the data from the last music festival?"
As soon as she arrived, the group of girls followed, including several first-year students, including Miyako Nagasawa. They stayed together.
Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile:
“I also asked Minister Yukawa, but she said that last time many people reported sizes that didn’t match the actual sizes they received, and there were a lot of uniforms that needed to be returned or altered. So, to avoid any unnecessary accidents, they simply measured on the spot,”
"Oh, so many people are exaggerating, right?" Nagasawa Miya crossed her arms and glanced meaningfully at Kuno Tachibana with her almond-shaped eyes.
Kuno Tachibana waved his hand calmly and said dismissively:
"What kind of look is that? I just happened to lose weight. The data I reported last time was from my junior high school days, which is no longer applicable to high school. Anyway, Meiya, you are still young and don't understand how terrifying the power of time can be."
Nagasawa Mia said, both annoyed and amused:
"You think those two lumps are just fat that you can lose as you please? You can't even come up with a reasonable excuse."
Kuno Tachibana raised an eyebrow, walked behind Kitahara Hakuba, and glared at her defiantly.
"Teacher Kitahara, I can still wear the uniform I wore last time, so I don't need to buy another one, right?" Goto Yu asked.