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Kitahara Hakuba's gaze was fixed on the members of Department B. He placed his hands on the command platform and spoke in a serious tone.
"I've simplified this section to the extreme; it's just simple short beats and alternating high and low notes, that's it. Is this part really that difficult?"
The members of Department B were very upset, and each of them had an embarrassed expression on their face.
I really believed Kitahara-sensei's words. I came here to experience the youthful life of the cultural festival, but instead of that, I'm experiencing the practice life of an A-level editor.
"Answer me, are these paragraphs really that difficult?" Kitahara Hakuba tapped his fingers heavily on the table, but his voice remained as steady as ever.
Kitahara Hakuba's expression remained unchanged as he calmly said, "Since you've all said so, then good luck."
"it is good
Sakurako Yukawa turned her head and looked at the club members who didn't dare to lift their heads after being scolded by Kitahara-sensei.
She wouldn't blame Kitahara-sensei for being suddenly strict with the members of Department B; perhaps for someone with such high musical knowledge as him, it was just a subconscious correction.
It's like finding a few grains of sand swimming in a bowl of perfectly white rice porridge; you just can't resist picking them out.
The practice session ended at noon when the lunch break bell rang.
"That concludes our practice. Please prepare for the concert in the auditorium this afternoon."
"Teacher Kitahara, you're too nervous today," Kuno Tachibana said.
Kitahara Hakuba hesitated for a moment, noticing the serious expressions on their faces, then smiled and said:
"I'm sorry, some people might think I'm making a mountain out of a molehill. I clearly stated before that I wouldn't use the standards of a major competition for guidance."
But after what happened yesterday, I realized that many of the adults who came to Shenxu High School were the students' parents. So I thought I should give them some explanation. Maybe I realized this too late, which made things difficult for everyone. As soon as he said this, the classroom fell into a brief silence. The members looked at each other, and a subtle smile flashed in their eyes.
They exchanged glances, as if silently sharing the same secret.
"In short, I'm sorry, but from now on, everyone will follow Minister Yukawa's instructions."
A moment after Kitahara Hakuba finished speaking, Yukawa Sakurako caught her breath, stood up, clapped her hands, and said...
"Ten-minute break, then everyone move your instruments and meet backstage in the auditorium! Remember one thing! Other clubs are still performing, so don't do anything that might affect them!"
Because they had practiced for a long time, the members' responses sounded weak and listless.
"What kind of response is that? It's like they're alive but dead."
Sayaka Akamatsu stood up and said with a smile.
"Please, today is the cultural festival! It's a day for us to perform on stage for our friends and family! Let's do it one more time!"
"Yes!"
Kitahara Hakuba stood aside, listening to their forced cries with a wry smile, then tidied up the score and left the first music classroom.
As soon as he left, a commotion arose in the first music classroom.
Kana Eto, sitting in front of her, shifted her small feet and legs, turning her body to the side and saying:
"Being tired means you're practicing hard, which is a good thing!"
"Ugh, I feel like I'm sweating so much from all that effort." Takahashi Kami pinched the hem of her skirt with her fingers, lifting it up and down with a tiny movement to let air in.
“Hehehe”
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Kana Eto didn't want to pick up on this topic at all. At the same time, she heard the chatter of her senior classmates from the third year: "It's not easy to come to a cultural festival. I feel like it would be too monotonous if there weren't a few songs."
"If we're going to add more music, we should add it during the intermission too. We can't just stand there and let the audience watch us running around, can we?"
"How about adding something like a woodwind quintet or a trumpet trio? We can use the etudes that Kitahara-sensei gave us!"
"Oh, and we could also add a bit about the history of the brass band! We could recite it as a narration!"
"People came to listen to a concert, not to hear us tell stories."
I think children will enjoy listening to our stories.
丶
“Let’s just stick to the set pieces we agreed on beforehand. It’s too late to talk about this now,” said Sakurako Yukawa, sitting in her chair.
As the minister, she was quite puzzled. When she asked before, everyone said they would follow the instructions of the cadres, but now that it was about to begin, they suddenly said...
"I think we should do it this way," "Wouldn't this be better?", "I just feel it would be a shame not to do it this way."
Things like that.
Compared to the melancholy-faced Sakurako Yukawa, Sayaka Akamatsu seemed quite relaxed:
"Actually, I've always felt that the uniforms should be changed to something like the competition uniforms, like all of us wearing rabbit mascots, that would definitely attract attention."
Her calves, visible beneath her skirt, were encased in black stockings, and the curves from her calves to her ankles appeared more toned than before.
"Leaving aside how the competition uniform is related to the rabbit mascot, the mascot costume is heavy and stuffy. We get tired after blowing it for thirteen minutes on a normal day, let alone for more than half an hour."
Sakurako instinctively retorted, but then, as if remembering something, she quickly spoke up.
"That's a toad, not a rabbit!"
However, Sayaka Akamatsu looked at her with a puzzled expression and said:
"What are you talking about? That's a rabbit. Sakura, are you so tired that you can't even tell the difference between a rabbit and a rabbit?"
Chapter 228, Section 227: More than playing the instrument, my favorite person is Kitahara-sensei! (4K)
“You told me yesterday that it was true! You said it was transformed by magic!” Sakurako Yukawa said excitedly.
Sayaka Akamatsu gently lifted her fingers, tracing an elegant arc like a magic wand:
"That was me as a wizard. Now I'm just a Muggle who plays the trombone."
Hmm!
Sakura's lips pursed slightly, and her originally straight shoulders drooped down a little, just like her three-strand braid.
"Alright, alright, whether it's a toad or a rabbit, Sakura looks adorable in it."
With both hands resting on her slender shoulders, Kawai Sakurako knew from her voice that it was Saito Harukori.
But the moment she turned her head to the side, she saw her face up close, and Kawai Sakura almost stopped breathing. There was a sweet fragrance on Haruno's skin.
Saito Harutori blinked her brown eyes, which matched her hair color, and a smile full of wifely charm spread across her face:
"Did you write a speech?"
"A speech?" Sakurako Yukawa tilted her head, somewhat confused. "What speech?"
For the past two years' cultural festival, the brass band hadn't written any speeches; it was something they were completely unfamiliar with.
"Of course, I want to thank Professor Kitahara for his speech."
Saito Haruka gently pinched a strand of hair near her ear and stroked it down to the ends, smiling as she spoke.
"It's certainly a good thing that we can grow, but the person who has contributed the most is still Mr. Kitahara. As the department head, it's better to take the initiative to say something so that parents and the school know how responsible Mr. Kitahara is."
"Huh?" Yukawa Sakurako's eyes widened, and she pointed at herself, saying, "You want me to thank Kitahara-sensei on stage?"
“Otherwise what? Sakurako, you're the club president,” Akamatsu Sayaka said.
Sakurako blushed. It was fine for her to boost morale in front of the brass band members, but what if she had to say something in front of her friends and family?
"How about we let Yushou do this?" She forced a timid and shy smile.
Looking around, I couldn't find Yu Shou anywhere. Not only did I not see her, but the trumpet section had also disappeared.
Saito Harutori shook her head, reached out and stroked her three braids, saying:
"No, you should handle this, Sakura."
Hmm:
"
A blush crept onto Sakura's cheeks, and her toes, encased in white socks, curled awkwardly back and forth.
"But isn't this a bit too sentimental?"
"No, I think Kitahara-sensei would be very happy too, so it's worth it," Saito Harutori said.
Is it worth it as long as it makes Kitahara-sensei happy?
Sakurako spat out a mouthful of saliva, her fingers unconsciously twisting together.
Seeing her shy, girlish expression, Akamatsu Sayaka smiled and patted her on the back, saying:
"Okay, don't worry. Just speak in your normal tone. Don't you always say exciting things before major competitions?"
“I wasn’t prepared at the time, I just blurted out whatever came to mind.” Yukawa Sakurako raised her hands to cover her face.
Before each major competition, she simply felt that as the minister, she had to say something.
Sayaka Akamatsu said dismissively, "This time, just say whatever you want."
"But one"
"It's almost time, we should go."
At that moment, Watanabe Hama stood at the door of the first music classroom and said, "You cadres need to hurry up and follow along, otherwise everyone will be in chaos and won't know who to listen to."
"The break time is over so fast?" Sakura took out her phone and found that only six minutes had passed since the practice ended.
Watanabe Hama looked out the window through the glass and said:
"There are still a few minutes left, but many staff members have already started moving things."
When Sakurako walked to the window, she saw the club members carrying instrument cases of various sizes toward the auditorium, and even the marimba was already on its way.
These guys, even though they keep saying they're "exhausted":
For some reason, an indescribable excitement welled up inside her. Sakura took a shallow breath, clenched her fist, and said:
"let's go!"
The afternoon sun shone brightly, and the sky was cloudless, as if a huge sapphire was set on the sky.
The instruments were moved smoothly, and the entire preparation process was carried out meticulously.
At the front, a girls' band from Shenxu High School was dancing and singing, while colorful lights shone through the gaps in the curtains onto the backstage area.
"what do you like?"