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Finally, the air became slightly noisy, and unease was clearly visible on the faces of the second-grade students playing the flute and clarinet.
Because Kitahara Hakuba added a woodwind duet of flute and clarinet in the final chapter, "Autumn Harvest".
In his eyes, no instrument can surpass the clarinet and flute in terms of the captivating power of a duet, not even the oboe.
"Is this Clanette's melodic style?"
Kuno Tachibana looked at the sheet music, then raised her slender arm and asked,
"Teacher Kitahara, why not focus on the melody of one or two instruments? You can give it to the trumpet and oboe, and the clarinet is not without its chances too."
The other members all turned their gazes toward her, and no one objected to her question, not even Mizuno Kaze, who was continuing the legacy of Ame-no-Mori.
The title of "concertmaster" alone is enough to prove Tachibana Kuno's ability.
"Cranette Melody Style, what's that?" Kurosawa Maki whispered to the all-knowing Kirishima Mai.
Mai Kirishima said:
"It refers to assigning the melody line to different instruments and presenting the melody through changes in timbre. A single instrument is not very important in this style. It is very important to coordinate the melodies between the instruments. However, this style requires frequent switching of instruments to create a rich sound effect. Moreover, the musical expression is more complex than other styles. In short, it is also very difficult."
Looking at Kuno Tatsuka, Kitahara Hakuba's gaze softened unconsciously, and he opened his mouth to say:
"I hope everyone can listen to each other, compare with each other, break through the limitations of instruments, and become a large group that can enjoy music together, working together to complete this piece in terms of melody, harmony, and rhythm."
Kuno Tachibana stopped talking, silently lowered his arm, and stared intently at the sheet music.
"So, does anyone from each section have any questions?" Kitahara Hakuba's gaze swept across the face of each member.
Strangely, they didn't have the confidence they had when playing the Freestyle this time, and he could understand why.
Because he composed this piece, if they don't play it well, he might dislike it.
Honestly, even though the third-year students are gone, you guys were clearly a gold medal contender, Kitahara Hakuba thought with a bitter smile.
"Alright, that's all I have to say. Time is tight, so I won't give everyone much more time."
Kitahara Hakuba walked to the wall, looked at the practice schedule, and said...
“Starting tomorrow, practice time will resume as before the competition. I will come every morning for part and private practice at noon, and we will start playing the ensemble this Thursday afternoon after school.”
"Teacher Kitahara? Should we change the practice time?" Kana Eto asked cautiously.
"What needs to be changed?" Kitahara Hakuba asked, puzzled.
Kami Takahashi stepped forward and said:
"The weather forecast says it might snow this week. Would it be inconvenient to go back too late?"
"Let's wait until the snow is heavy before making changes."
Kitahara Hakuba said calmly,
"If the snow is so heavy that it's difficult to walk at night, I will let everyone know in advance."
“Okay.” Kana Eto quickly agreed, then suddenly remembered something, puffed out her chest and said, “Teacher Kitahara, will we need to hold a selection process this time?”
Upon hearing the word "selection," many members tensed up.
"No need, everyone should go."
They only breathed a sigh of relief after receiving confirmation from Kitahara Hyakuma.
"Well then, everyone, practice hard. I hope you can surprise me with your ensemble performance this Thursday."
Kitahara Hakuba smiled slightly at his club members, picked up his bag, and left the first music classroom.
As soon as he left, the first music classroom became noisy again, with everyone discussing the difficulties in Kitahara Hakuba's new score.
"It seems there are no solos for the trumpet or oboe."
Kurosawa Maki said with a grin, "Oh my, the euphonium is still so important in Kitahara-sensei's scores~~~"
Kuno Tachibana gave her a dismissive look and said:
"Ma Gui is such a rare and adorable idiot. Don't you think this piece has the feel of an etude?"
"Etude?"
Miyako Nagasawa didn't immediately understand what she meant.
Kuno Tachibana flicked the sheet music in his hand, fanning the cold air against his cheeks:
"The etudes that Kitahara-sensei left for the Kamisaki brass band were intended to be used directly as etudes by any section, which is why they were in the Clanette style."
Chapter 347, Section 346: Let's Be Bad Girls Together (4)
"Teacher Kitahara is amazing! He can even do etudes of this level!"
"Yes! He's really amazing! Actually, I've always thought he was very impressive, which is why I've been hesitant to talk to him."
Neither Tsukiya Honoka nor Kurosawa Maki considered that possibility at all.
They all assumed that Kitahara-sensei was overly concerned about the brass band, which was why he specially composed this piece that could be used as both a free piece and an etude. "I wonder who will be performing the clarinet solo this time," Nagasawa Miya murmured softly.
Kuno Tachibana disagreed, saying, "Since Kitahara-sensei didn't mention the selection process, then the soloist should be entirely up to him."
“I think so too.” Nagasawa Miyako nodded.
After the third-year students, including Sakurako Kawakita, left, there were three second-year students in the clarinet section. The remaining two first-year students were her and Yu Goto.
In Nagasawa Miya's eyes, the three upperclassmen were not very strong, and Kitahara-sensei would probably pay more attention to her and Goto Yu.
Regardless, we still need to be prepared.
"Kurosawa-senpai, do you have some free time now? Could you please teach me?"
Hariya Kaho, who had just added a bass line, walked over, startling Kurosawa Maki, who had been laughing and joking. She quickly stood up and stammered:
"Oh, no problem, that's fine, please go ahead, senior."
"I'm going too!" Tsukigani Sui followed.
Watching the three of them walk out of the music classroom, Kuno Tachibana placed the sheet music on her lap and said:
"It's so embarrassing for an upperclassman to ask a lowerclassman for help. Doesn't she know what self-respect is?"
"What do you know? A true master always has the heart of an apprentice."
Nagasawa Mia crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows slightly, saying, "Isn't there an idiom called 'not ashamed to ask those of lower status'? And doesn't this also show that Hariya-senpai admits that Maki is better than her?"
“Children like Maki shouldn’t be taught in the first place; in the end, they’ll only be the ones who get into trouble,” Kuno Tachibana said.
Misaki Nagasawa closed her legs and said:
"What's there to be bothered about? I think everyone here is a very nice girl, including the senior students. I don't sense any bad things at all."
"But as a junior student, you should still plan more for yourself. Hmm, he left a large blank space here for the small account."
Kuno Tachibana looked at the "No Trumpet" section above and said,
"Besides, Ma Gui wasn't a genius to begin with, so she'll be the one crying in the end. In that case, it's better to let others cry and focus on living a good life herself, isn't that the key?"
Kirishima Mai was about to get up and leave, but upon hearing her words, she asked in surprise:
"Has Lihua lost its love for competition?"
Kuno Tachibana's eyelashes fluttered, and she bit her lip lightly, saying, "It has nothing to do with me. I was just thinking of Maki."
"Even if the most capable person isn't Ma Gui?"
Kirishima Mai's words always managed to strike a nerve with Kuno Tatsuka, causing her mouth to twitch meaninglessly like a goldfish's mouth, until she finally spoke:
"I just want to be with everyone."
"You care?"
Nagasawa Miya was also very curious. She suddenly felt that Kuno Tachibana seemed to have changed and was no longer as "rigid" as before.
“I care about it a lot; it’s probably something very important to me.”
Kuno Tachibana sighed, stood up, and said, "Alright, I have to go back and continue practicing. Don't call me after school; I still have my trumpet tutoring class."
After she finished speaking, she got up and walked out of the music classroom.
"I have a feeling that something's been off with Tachibana since the national tournament," Goto Yu said quietly. "They've signed up for a lot of smaller classes."
"I didn't see her ask Kitahara-sensei anything, but she signed up for so many small classes. What is this child doing?" Nagasawa Miya looked anxious.
"I don't know."
Kirishima Mai shook her head. She knew that if she told everyone now that Kitahara-sensei was leaving, they might not be able to continue the ensemble performance.
Besides, this shouldn't be her saying it; Kirishima Mai understands the concept of "appropriate boundaries" very well.
"Forget it, let's focus on practicing the new piece. Let's go," said Maki Nagasawa.
Goto nodded in agreement.
The next day, the weather cleared up and the temperature rose slightly, but it was still only two degrees Celsius.
Kitahara Hakuba wore a khaki coat, a white knit sweater, and brown tapered trousers. He always wore a leather watch on his wrist that looked like it might crack at any moment, giving him a composed and handsome appearance.
In addition, with his handsome and clean-cut face, he would be mistaken for an idol celebrity if he were on the streets of Tokyo.
Nagase Tsukiyo stood by the classroom window, her gaze involuntarily drawn to Kitahara Hakuba, who had just entered the school gate.
Since the last time she was taught at home, she could clearly sense that Kitahara-sensei also had those kinds of feelings for her.
The problem is that neither of them knows how to turn this "idea" into reality, and can only express their feelings through hints.
From that day on, Nagase Tsukiyo felt that nothing was urgent anymore. A bright future only needed to be nurtured by the flow of time, and she only needed to wait quietly for the harvest.
The sky was clear, and a gentle breeze was blowing, like his breath brushing against my cheek.
Is he good-looking?
The sound of her long legs walking on the wooden floor, the pleated skirt above her knees, and her full figure that could be seen even when she was wearing a uniform.
Nagase Tsukiyo didn't turn her head, but instead looked at the members of the gardening club who were drying soil in the courtyard:
What's interesting?
“Moonlight clearly knows everything; pretending not to know isn’t the mark of a good child.” Saito Harutori smiled, gazing at her beautiful profile.
Nagase Tsukiyo turned her head to examine her face. This uniform didn't quite suit Saito Haruka's figure. She always had a mature charm that made it too easy for people to have fantasies.