RNP Page 294
Page 294
As if moved by a sigh, Shiki said:
"That girl is visibly strong::::Shinomiya, are you stronger?"
"What is meant?"
"Music theory, of course."
Shinomiya Haruka smiled and toyed with the ends of her slightly curled hair, saying:
"That girl is the best trumpet player in the brass section. She plays the solos in the whole province and the whole country."
"That strong?" Even if Ashida Seiko didn't understand musical instruments, she knew the significance of a solo performance at the competition. "Kitahara, then why not let her perform on stage?"
"It's not that I don't want her to sit, it's that she doesn't want to. By the way, just sit in the front. I've already arranged for a student to reserve a seat for her."
In the auditorium, unlike the large number of boys who had previously watched the girl band dance, women now overwhelmingly outnumbered the boys.
At that moment, a handsome boy with delicate features, even more handsome than the most popular idols, appeared and immediately attracted everyone's attention, causing a stir among the girls outside the school.
"He seemed to glance at me? What should I do? Is my bangs messy?"
"No, what about me? My false eyelashes should be fine, right?"
"What? Your eyelashes are fake? I knew you couldn't possibly look this good all of a sudden!"
Compared to the girls from other schools who were constantly dressing up, the students from Shenxu High School seemed much more natural, with waves of students taking the initiative to greet them.
"Hello, Kitahara-sensei!"
"Thank you for your hard work, Kitahara-sensei!"
"Teacher Kitahara, Banzai—!"
Those who know him would think he's the instructor and advisor for the brass band, but those who don't would think he's a warlord from Shin-U High School.
This shout drew the attention of the parents who had been chatting amongst themselves.
However, her gaze toward Kitahara Hakuba was now filled with scrutiny and scrutiny, and she murmured, "Oh, so it's him."
Only a few beautiful young women cast flirtatious glances at Kitahara Hakuma, thinking about how to win him over and soothe their restless hearts.
Warning: The infidelity rate among married women in Japan is as high as 20%, and nearly 30% of married women have been unfaithful to their partners. This percentage is alarmingly high.
After settling the two girls into their seats in the front row, Kitahara Hakuba got up and went backstage to check on the girls' preparations.
"Are the venue lights all set up?"
"Yes, everything is ready."
As soon as he stepped onto the stage, he noticed that some of the girls were tired of standing and simply sat down on the wooden floor.
It wasn't until she saw Mr. Kitahara coming over that she hurriedly covered her underwear, which he had already seen.
“Minister Yukawa,” Kitahara Hakuba called out softly.
As soon as he called out, Sakurako Yukawa came running over, her shoes making a crisp "tap-tap-tap" sound on the floor.
More than seventy members who were going to play all gathered around, and the youthful energy made Kitahara Hakuba feel that the air had become much warmer.
"Are the venue lights all ready?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.
"Ready!"
"Row."
Kitahara Hakuba raised his hands and clapped them heavily to make sure everyone could hear him.
"After the curtain is drawn, everyone slowly move the chairs and music stands up. Remember not to crowd, and sit in the seats you used during practice!"
Members: "Yes!"
"Wait a minute, Minister, let's shout 'God Asahi Fight~~' one more time!" Takahashi Kami said with a smile.
Sakurako Yuukawa's face showed a look of surprise: "? You're still yelling like that?"
Sayaka Akamatsu raised her arm and strode over, placing one hand on Sakurako Yuukawa's shoulder and spinning her body like a top.
"Okay, I've finished explaining."
"Mistake! That's clearly my line!"
The sound that came out of Kawakami Sakurako's throat was somewhat aggrieved, but she quickly stood still, clenched her small fists, and words naturally formed in her mind.
"Although it's not a very important performance: No, that's not right. Every performance on stage is important to everyone! Before, all our performances were for competitions, which meant that people around us had no idea how much we had improved since spring. This cultural festival is a rare opportunity, so please show your strength! Let your friends and family be amazed! And let's receive applause from those who have always supported and loved us!"
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"Yes!"
The team members responded enthusiastically to Sakurako Yukawa's words of encouragement, filling the backstage area with a lively atmosphere.
"So everyone..." Sakurako Yukawa blushed and pressed her clenched fist against her chest.
At the same time, everyone clenched their little fists.
"Whoa whoa whoa—!!"
The girls raised their little fists high, and Kitahara Hakuba watched them and smiled.
Chapter 230, Page 229: Family members are far more enthusiastic than outsiders (this time, of course, it's 4K!)
The dark red curtain was gradually drawn until it completely blocked the view of the audience in the stands, at which point the team members began to pack up their belongings.
Some members were more nervous because they were going to play in front of familiar people than on the main stage, and they even bumped and bruised themselves while moving chairs.
"Don't rush, take your time."
Upon hearing Nagasawa Mia's words, Goto Yu spat and nodded silently, the strands of hair that had escaped from the hairpin swaying conspicuously.
"Did Li Hua's family come?"
Miya Nagasawa's gaze fell upon Tachibana Kuno, who was unfolding the music stand. Her sheet music was covered with a transparent film that reflected the fluorescent light, like a layer of white gauze covering the staff.
Kuno Tachibana said matter-of-factly, "Of course I have to come and support my daughter when she performs on stage."
"I remember that Tachibana's mother came to the Sapporo Music Festival last time, right?"
Kurosawa Maki's right hand gripped the steel-framed chair, while his left hand lifted the music stand as it passed by.
"She's a very pretty older sister!"
“My mother isn’t here, so she won’t hear you no matter how much you flatter her.” Kuno Tachibana’s lips curled into a sly smile.
Kurosawa Maki grinned, showing her teeth, and looked around, saying, "But this stage is really huge!"
“Indeed, I never realized the auditorium stage was this big,” even Kuno Tachibana had a “careless” expression.
Miyako Nagasawa said, "That's because they're all down there and don't have a chance to come up. Who knew it was this big?"
With over seventy members, plus chairs and music stands, there's still plenty of space, something the first music classroom can't compare to.
Beside him, Kitahara Hakuba instructed the boys to carry the foldable wheeled command platform onto it.
This thing doesn't look very big; it's just a few pieces of black sheet metal pieced together, but its price is an astonishing 100,000.
"Whew, this thing is really heavy!"
Matsuoka Nobuyuki raised his hand to his chest, panting, and said, "I can't take it anymore, Kitahara-sensei. I really can't recover without drinking some carbonated beverages today."
Tenkai Sou put one hand on his shoulder, and was about to say, "I can't do it anymore, this is too tiring to move things," when several first-year female students said, "Wow, the seniors are so strong."
“This is nothing, you dog. I deadlifted twice my body weight at the gym yesterday, and I feel like I could gain another ten kilograms today. This control panel is a piece of cake for me.”
“You—” Matsuoka Osamu raised his finger with a twisted expression.
Tenkai So adjusted her non-existent stand-up collar and said, "Teacher Kitahara, after the performance, I can help you carry it down by myself."
At this moment, Yu Shou walked straight over, emanating an invisible aloofness that made people hesitant to approach.
The girl crossed her arms and glanced at the two faces before saying:
"This is what you should do. Don't just think about getting something in return after you've put in a little effort. You haven't seen any return from the efforts that Teacher Kitahara has made for you, especially you, Matsuoka. You didn't even make it into the A-level competition three times, and you still want to ask Teacher Kitahara for a drink?"
She clearly hasn't even asked for it yet.
Her words were like a sharp knife, each one piercing their hearts, every sentence carrying a cold sarcasm.
Matsuoka Nobuyuki, in particular, felt an indescribable pain.
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Do you think I don't want to be in section A? Don't you even look at the kind of freaks in the trumpet section? How could I possibly compare?
But I only dared to say those words in my heart.
"Rain Guardian, please take a seat if you're ready," Kitahara Hakuba reminded him.
Actually, it's normal for a guy to offer to drink water, and he wouldn't be stingy. There's no need to make the atmosphere tense over such a small thing.
Yu Shou's gaze shifted to him, he nodded slightly, and turned back to his seat.
Behind the seemingly heavy, dark red curtain, the members of the wind instrument section who were going to perform on stage had already taken their seats.
Kitahara Hakuba had his back to the audience, so unless he turned around, he couldn't possibly observe the audience's expressions.
He gripped his wrist with his right hand, his gentle eyes sweeping across each face as he said with a smile:
"This cultural festival is a stage for everyone to boast about their growth to those around them, and for me, the teacher, it is a stage to report the results to the students' parents. Actually, I want to tell you from the bottom of my heart that the performance at the cultural festival makes me more nervous than the Hakodate and the National Tournament."
“Me too,” a girl said, her voice trembling.
"But as nervous as I am, I believe that although I haven't spoiled you, I haven't given up on you either, and you've successfully entered the national competition, so I shouldn't be criticized by the parents."
Perhaps because he was boasting, Kitahara Hakuba's face showed a hint of sarcasm, which softened the expressions of the club members and made them feel a little envious.
Many girls were trying their best to hold back their laughter, but the noise from outside the curtain could still be heard.
At that moment, Sakurako Yukawa, holding the clarinet in both hands, raised her clear eyes and said:
"The only advisors who can stand on stage with the students are from our wind band."
These words, like bubbles rising from the seabed, gave Kitahara Hakuba pause for a moment to consider.
He didn't understand what was so captivating about those words, but his heart suddenly found itself unable to calm down.
Kitahara Hakuba lowered his head and smiled softly, standing on the command platform and speaking in a steady tone: