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Even though he was the one praising, everyone else was blushing.
"Clap clap clap clap—Teacher is so amazing!!! My trumpet is the second best!"
Applause suddenly erupted beside him; no matter what, Kuno Tachibana was always the first to speak.
Kitahara Hakuba smiled at her and continued:
"Please remember the trumpet I just played. The two people on stage will play the same passage later. Amatsu, as the senior, you go first."
Suddenly asked to play first, Yu Shoukan's eyes widened, and he pointed to himself, saying:
"Me...me?"
"Otherwise what? Everyone seems to keep saying three years is the priority."
Kitahara Hakuba's seemingly meaningful words stirred up a wave of thoughts in the minds of the third-year students in the audience.
Unable to refute it, Yu Shoukan had no choice but to force himself to step forward.
"There's absolutely no way to compare it to a perfect ranking; it will only make things worse..."
Sakurako Yukawa said in a worried whisper, looking at Haruko Saito. Her slender fingers unconsciously fiddled with her hair, strands of which became tangled around her flawless white index finger. The gaze from her eyes was weak.
On stage, Kitahara Hakuba handed his trumpet to Kuno Tachibana.
“This is troublesome,” he said.
"Ah, why isn't there any saliva from the teacher on the mouthpiece?" Kuno Tachibana pouted, complaining with feigned regret.
“I’m praising, not flattering.” Kitahara Hakuba picked up his baton, tapped it twice through her nose, and then turned back.
Then, the baton fell.
Sure enough, the first note that Yu Shoukan played was high.
The most terrible thing for playing brass instruments is going off-key on the first note.
The higher the note, the greater the risk; if you make a mistake at the beginning, it's very difficult to recover in one go.
The girl playing the piece made a big mistake, the very first mistake she made during practice, which caused all the subsequent beats to fall apart.
Yu Shoukan could feel the gloomy gazes of others, the sound of his heart beating louder and louder, the sound coming from the mouthpiece seemed to be wrapped in a thin film, and the tactile sensation in his fingers was not so clear.
My mind is completely blank.
This is just too much... Kirishima Mai couldn't help but gasp. Kitahara-sensei is just too cruel.
As the pause ended, Yu Shoukan looked extremely hurt, blushing as he stood to the side.
"Kuno-kun, it's your turn. Are you ready?"
"OK."
Kuno Tachibana picked up his trumpet, straightened his back, and stared resolutely ahead.
As Kitahara Hakuba's baton moved, she took a deep breath and slowly exhaled through the mouthpiece.
The tone she played was beautiful, every note was full of tension, the numerous sixteenth notes were perfectly matched, and each note had a soothing quality that made one feel hot all over.
Although they are still no match for Kitahara Hakuba, everyone already has their own ranking in their hearts.
Anyone who has heard of it will vividly picture three steps in their mind: the left is high, the middle is low, and the right is in the middle.
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Kitahara Hakuba was still listening attentively when the system popped up a reminder.
A breakthrough in the heat of battle?!
—Tachibana Kuno! You truly delight me!
After the performance, Kitahara Hakuba gave Kuno Tachibana an approving look. Kuno Tachibana's face was flushed, perhaps from excitement, and her throat felt itchy.
"Alright, both of you have finished your performances. Next up is the vote by raising your hands. First up is Kuno Tachika."
Kitahara Hakuba knew the most crucial moment was approaching, but today, whether for personal or professional reasons, he had to protect Kuno Tachibana.
Just as Saito Harutori was about to stand up and speak, Kitahara Hakuba spoke first:
"Then, I'll raise my hand to vote first."
The moment he uttered those words, almost everyone in the audience was stunned.
Saito Haruka felt as if her chest was being squeezed, her pupils contracted, and she sat down again as soon as she lifted her buttocks off the seat.
"As a member of the brass band, I only get one vote. I don't think anyone has any objections, right?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable force, and no one in the audience dared to object.
Kitahara Hakuba's gaze was as calm as the deep sea. After a long while, he slowly and deliberately spoke:
"I choose Tachibana Kuno."
Only then did the clubs come to their senses and begin to stir.
Kitahara Hakuma had already learned his lesson the first time when he voted on the club's goals; he wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.
So you want to play the game where the player in a higher position votes first, huh?
Excuse me, but I also rose to power, even more so than you.
Now that's settled. Kitahara Hakuba, who has already demonstrated his strength, has revealed his hand directly, indicating that Kuno Tachibana is the trumpeter closest to him.
Anyone who opposes the election of Yu Shoukan clearly demonstrates their intention to form cliques, oppose strength, and harbor ulterior motives.
After all, with Kitahara Hakuba as a perfect template, if someone can still copy the answer incorrectly, then it's obviously intentional.
If I choose the Rain Guardian edition, and then run into Kitahara-sensei at school after leaving the auditorium, I'll most likely get a cold shoulder...
"So you think I'm bad at praising people and have poor judgment in choosing them, right?"
"Damn it, I'll glare at you until you die!"
The thought of the consequences sent a chill down everyone's spine.
Therefore, the situation is now exceptionally clear.
Saito Harukori's third-year novel, Kitahara Hakuba, an uncensored choice between the two.
If they want to maintain this ambiguous state, the members have only one answer, and there can only be one.
"In that case——"
Kitahara Hakuba looked at the crowd of people below the stage, who were all raising their hands, and said calmly,
"I hereby declare that Kuno Tachibana has been unanimously elected as the number one trumpet player."
The moment he finished speaking, Yu Shoukan suddenly burst into tears on the stage, unable to stop the large tears from flowing.
"Senior, senior, don't cry. Just keep going!" Kuno Tachibana, barely having time to feel happy, quickly stepped forward to comfort her. "You'll have many more experiences like this in the future. How can you be so fragile?"
No, she was already overjoyed.
"Wow——"
Yu Shoukan cried even louder, wiping away her tears, which attracted many third-year female students to come up and hug and comfort her.
Kitahara Hakuba looked at Yukawa Sakurako sitting in the audience and, without hesitation, parted his lips:
"Minister Yuchuan, something like this shouldn't happen again before the music festival, right?"
"Uh......"
There wasn't a trace of a smile on his face; his serious demeanor made Yukawa Sakurako appear even smaller than usual.
"Ah."
For some reason, Kitahara Hakuma is now seen as no different from a great figure in her mind.
"Minister Saito, do you have any further comments?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.
Saito Harutori raised her head, brushed a strand of hair behind her ear with her finger, forced a smile, and said in a hesitant voice:
"How could that be? It's true that in the brass band, skill is the most important factor."
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Kitahara Hakuba could sense a change in the eyes of the brass band members, a change mixed with the respect that should be shown to their "teacher" in terms of academics.
"Everyone practice their individual parts so that they can play in an ensemble as soon as possible."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a commotion in the auditorium, and the members stood up and walked outside.
Kitahara Hakuba looked toward the corner behind the curtain on the stage, where Amemori Kan, who had been pushed up to be used as a pawn, was sitting on the floor hugging his legs and crying.
This person's stress tolerance is only C.
He had feelings for all the girls in the club, of course, in a serious and positive way.
Honest, ambitious, responsible, and proactive.
As long as he remains a member of the brass band, Kitahara Hakuba bears the responsibility of guiding and comforting the members' mental well-being.
Her friends, who had been comforting her, all lowered their heads and their words of comfort became much weaker when they saw Kitahara Hakuma walking over.
"Yu Shou, my classmate."
Standing while speaking would have given him a condescending air, so Kitahara Hakuba chose to squat down instead.
But as soon as he squatted down, he saw the white lace-trimmed safety shorts under the girl's skirt, which looked a bit perverted.
Yu Shoukan buried her head in her knees, sobbing incessantly.
She must have received assurances from certain people before taking office, but not only did she fail to become president, she ended up in the worst situation, receiving no votes whatsoever.
She has very low stress tolerance; if things aren't handled properly, she might have to leave the department.
"Rain Guardian, you just didn't perform well at the beginning, but that doesn't mean you're not good enough—"
Kitahara Hakuba's words reached Amemori Kan's ears. She raised her head slightly, and the advisor in front of her showed a worried expression.
His words and expressions were genuine, and for some reason, at this age when emotions are overflowing, Yu Shoukan could even feel love in them.
"I will care about you from now on, please don't give up, okay?"