NABC Page 368
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By the time he came to his senses, Huili had already turned and left the concert hall.
Kitahara Hakuba's breathing suddenly quickened, and her voice was different from usual, carrying an irresistible allure.
This temptation was different from Saito Haruka's; it was more profound, wildly arousing Kitahara Hakuba's protective instincts towards her. No, Hakuba, now is not the time to think about this!
Kitahara Hakuba kept telling himself to put away the score and turn off the concert hall lights.
The corridor's cool white light shone down from the ceiling, and a faint chill filled the air.
Amidst the stale scent emanating from the wooden floor, he faintly heard the bright and clear sounds of musical instruments in the darkness of the night.
"small?""
He subconsciously thought it was Nagase Tsukiyo, but when he followed the sound, he found that the person playing the trumpet on the wooden chair was Kuno Tachibana.
The girl's figure appeared slender under the outdoor lights, her breath sometimes gentle and sometimes passionate.
"Is it still time to practice a solo?" Kitahara Hakuma asked as soon as the trumpet stopped.
Kuno Tachibana paused for a moment, put down the trumpet in his hand, and as soon as he saw that it was Kitahara-sensei, he stretched out his legs, which were covered by black calf stockings under his skirt.
She's like a cat that starts rolling over as soon as it sees its owner.
"Because if I play a solo in the concert hall, some of the senior students will probably be angry, right?" Kuno Tachibana laughed, his eyes slightly narrowed.
Kitahara Hakuba stepped forward with a smile and said, "I don't think so."
Kuno Tachibana shifted his position to make room for him.
He hadn't actually intended to sit down; he was just there to exchange pleasantries and leave. But since she had gone to such lengths, he figured he might as well sit for a while.
Kuno Tachibana placed the trumpet on her lap, leaned forward, and her shoulder-length hair slipped down, framing her face.
"Although I wasn't selected by Kitahara-sensei for the solo twice in a row, you'll still need me next year, so I have to work hard."
Kitahara Hakuba looked at her small face and said:
"I've never heard of any top school playing the same freestyle twice in a row."
"Really, Kitahara-sensei, you should comfort me properly, so that I'll work my hardest to play the trumpet for you next year."
Kuno Tachibana's one leg was bent and straight, while the other leg was at a ninety-degree angle, with the hem of her skirt forming an undulating fold between the two, where shadows were quietly hidden.
“I still hope you're playing the trumpet for yourself,” Kitahara Hakuba chuckled.
Kuno Tachibana rested his hand on his chin, leaning slightly closer to say...
"There are many upperclassmen in the brass band who play for Kitahara-sensei, so why should I be the only one playing for myself?"
Kitahara Hakuma reached out and poked her nose: "You're not allowed to say such things outside."
"Ugh!" Kuno Tachibana's nose was practically poked into a pig's snout. "Just kidding, just kidding~~~"
"I don't really like this joke."
"You're wrong."
Kuno Tachibana chuckled and sat back down, a carefree smile playing on his lips.
"But I've only been here for a year. There will be many more places where Kitahara-sensei will need me in the future. I don't believe there will be someone like Nagase-senpai every year."
After hearing her words, Kitahara Hakuba didn't explain further, but stood up and said:
"From now on, the Shin-Asahi Brass Band will be relying on you a lot, Kuno-kun, the band's principal player."
Watching his departing figure, Kuno Tachibana maintained a smile on his face, looking down at the trumpet on his lap, his fingertips gliding over the smooth surface of the instrument.
Question: Will the third-year senior be poked on the nose by Kitahara-sensei? My Rikka team won by a huge margin.
"Tachibana, the delivery is here." Nagasawa Miya, wearing slippers, walked over, carrying a bag of drinks.
"Oh, here we come."
"Is that Mr. Kitahara?"
"kindness."
"What's for dinner tonight?"
"Exquisite sushi, bought for everyone by Saito-senpai."
"That sounds terrifying."
"It would be so pitiful if you lost again next year."
"Is this how you should comfort a friend? You really don't understand a girl's heart at all."
"I think I have a much more girlish heart than you."
Nighttime, in the dormitory of Sakurako and others.
Because I need to get up early to prepare for tomorrow, I turned off the lights earlier than usual today.
But turning off the lights is one thing, whether you can fall asleep is another. Soon, faint sounds of discussion began to emanate from the room.
"What if some judges don't like us and give us a low score?"
"how come."
"Why not? Ultimately, the final result is just the subjective evaluation of those few judges. And judges are human; as human beings, they have preferences. It's impossible to say it's absolutely fair."
"But the technical scoring should be easy, since we've already used a lot of technical aspects in our freestyle."
"I think being able to become a judge at the national competition is already a remarkable achievement. After all, as Professor Kitahara said, everyone's music theory knowledge is different, and if we put it to public voting, it would definitely cause chaos."
"I never thought we'd dare to question the national conference's judging process. We're really something."
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The conversation abruptly ended, and the space fell silent, with only the sound of someone talking outside the hotel audible, but it quickly faded away.
Sakurako Yukawa opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling, and listened intently to the faint breathing of the others.
"When Mr. Kitahara said that an audition would be held, I was very scared."
"Why are you afraid?" Nagase Tsukiyo, who was sleeping next to him, suddenly asked.
She then realized that the beautiful legs team leader had not fallen asleep.
"I'm still awake at moonlight, did I disturb you?" Akamatsu Sayaka asked.
"Some of it, but most of it is because I'm so nervous I can't sleep."
Sakurako Yukawa turned to the side, and with her eyes accustomed to the darkness, she could easily make out Nagase Tsukiyo's profile in the dim moonlight:
"What I'm afraid of are the club members. Do you all remember Tamari Komatsu and Ruka Takahashi?"
“Of course I know, it’s from our trumpet team.” Nagase Tsukiyo’s arm slid across the blankets, the cool sensation spreading along her skin.
Sakurako Kawawa recalled the scene when the national tournament spots were announced. In order not to disturb Hama Watanabe and the others, she lowered her voice and said, "Takahashi-kun made it into the Hakodate region and the national tournament, but in the end he didn't make it into the national tournament. This is the phenomenon I was most afraid of seeing."
"kindness."
Nagase Tsukiyo quietly echoed, and at that time, Takahashi cried so hard in the music room that she collapsed to the floor.
The feeling of having participated in the previous major competitions but being unable to play in the final one is a huge blow to anyone.
Fortunately, she had already adjusted.
“But what I fear most is the selection meeting in the Hakodate area.” Sakurako sighed deeply, causing the snow-white bedding to wrinkle.
Nagase Tsukiyo asked curiously:
"why?"
Saito Harutori, who had been listening in, suddenly spoke, her long brown hair cascading over the pristine white pillow:
"Is it because of me?"
Sakurako Yukawa was silent for a moment, then blushed and her heart raced:
"A little bit."
“When Sakurako said ‘a little,’ she meant a lot,” Akamatsu Sayaka said softly.
"What kind of weird equation is this?:"
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Sakurako Kawamura muttered under her breath,
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"The main reason is that everyone was used to a relaxed lifestyle at the time. The first and second year students probably didn't have any objections, but the third year students had endured for more than two years and were finally able to stand out. Suddenly, it became meritocracy, and I felt that everyone might collectively rebel against Kitahara-sensei."
“Indeed, Sakura’s concerns are not unfounded.”
Saito Haruka's tone was somewhat self-deprecating.
"Perhaps to Kitahara-sensei, everyone back then was just a clueless troublemaker, including me. Amemori-kun? Are you already asleep?"
She asked softly, and Yu Shou's voice came from the darkness:
"not yet."
"I'm sorry for what I said to you back then."
“It’s all in the past, and without you, I might have been worse off, a complete failure,” said Yu Shouqin, who was sleeping on the side closest to the wall.
Saito Haruka remained silent, but she understood the deeper meaning behind Amemori's words.
"Amemori-kun, you really like Kitahara-sensei, don't you?" Akamatsu Sayaka said with a smile.
Yu Shou raised his hand from under the covers, spread his five fingers towards the ceiling, and said:
"It's not like, it's love. After I graduate from university, I'm going to come back to Shenxu as an assistant advisor."
At that moment, Watanabe Hama suddenly spoke up:
"You'll have to wait several more years to graduate from university, by which time Professor Kitahara will probably no longer be with Shin-Asahi."
"Huh? Watanabe-kun isn't asleep yet?" Sakurako Yukawa said in surprise.
Watanabe Hama said calmly, "Nase-kun owes a small part to you, but I owe it all to you."
"I'm sorry::"
"It's okay, it's nice to chat once in a while."