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".But what's interesting is that I can't understand what you are saying."
"follow me."
"What.?"
Jujubezawa and Rinka Hiiragi came to the edge of the corridor of the club building and looked down together. They saw Chitose Haruki practicing the trumpet on the podium.
Hiiragi Rinka looked at her oddly, "You said that Haruki-san is very interesting?"
Yuzu didn't answer, but said with certainty, "Rinka knows her."
"Yes, but we only spoke a few words."
Hiiragi Rinka also noticed that Chitose Haruki was practicing facing the sun, "Haruki-san often practices here. But I always feel that Haruki-san is worried about something, and she doesn't look very happy."
“That’s why I say it’s interesting.”
"You is still the same as before. It's hard to understand. Why did You come to Jubei?"
"The school uniform is very cute, and there are desserts in the cafeteria." The wind blew the bangs of Yuzuki's ears, and she looked at Chitose Yangkui with an expression of anticipation, looking forward to some particularly interesting things that will happen in the future.
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Hiiragi Rinka still didn't know how to respond.
Yuzu, she is still like this
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In the evening, the sun sets.
The music classroom gradually became quiet.
The week-long practice has officially ended. Tomorrow is Saturday, and everyone will perform the formal ensemble that Mr. Fujii mentioned in the morning.
"Kitahara, have you practiced these days?"
"Practice? Practice what? Nothing."
"Ah? Aren't you afraid?"
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. There's still no music at the west gate. It's such a simple song. Just take your instrument home and practice it."
Hiiragi Rinka was the last one to leave the classroom and heard the conversation among the second-year students.
She really wanted to go up and tell them that the teacher required them to practice as an ensemble, and that it was actually impossible to practice well alone.
But she didn't dare to go up and talk to them, so she could only watch them leave the corridor.
The double bass was too big and the classroom was on the fourth floor, so Rinka Hiiragi dragged the 1-meter-tall cello to the stairs, looked down at the stairs below that were illuminated by the setting sun and looked like hell, and took a deep breath.
‘It’s okay, it’s okay. ’
Rinka Hiiragi closed her eyes and exerted force on her waist, trying to lift the cello behind her.
But she was too weak, and as soon as the cello case left the ground, she lost her balance and fell backwards.
"It's over! It's over!"
The girl was ready to fall at this moment, but she didn't expect that someone would suddenly support her from behind.
She and the cello behind her tilted at the same time, as if they were fixed in mid-air by something.
Rinka Hiiragi was surprised that she didn't fall down.
It felt like someone was supporting me from behind.
Very strong
It should be a boy.
"Do you need any help?"
Hiiragi Rinka tilted her head and looked back, and found that it was Yang Kui-san.
"Let me carry it for you."
"No, don't bother, I can do it."
"You were about to fall down just now, and you still said it was okay?"
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"give it to me."
Yang Kui Chitose took the cello from her back and put it on her back easily, as if she was carrying a school bag without books. "Bass cellos are big. This should be 3/4 size, the second largest kind of bass cello."
"Yes, this violin is 183 centimeters tall. Thank you, Yang Kui. Come downstairs and I'll treat you to a cup of milk tea."
Yang Kui Chitose put the cello on her back and said, "You're welcome. We're all friends."
friend
Seeing Hiiragi Rinka's weak look, Yang Kui Chitose tilted her head, smiled brightly, and said, "Of course, Kokoharu-chan's friends are also my friends. Besides, we have met many times and had lunch with Kokoharu in the cafeteria many times, right?"
"Uh, yeah."
Rinka Hiiragi lowered her head, she was a little embarrassed to face Chitose Yangkui's smiling face.
"Just call me Chitose. I'll call you Rinka from now on anyway."
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"Rinka?"
Hiiragi Rinka looked at her, "Then, I will call you Chitose-chan from now on. Please, please give me your guidance."
The girl turned around and took something out of her waist bag.
"Candy? For me?"
"Mmm, watermelon and orange flavored gummy candy"
"Thank you. Well, it tastes very good. Anything else? No need for drinks. If you feel bad about asking me for a favor, then take this candy as my reward."
"Yes, there's more." Hiiragi Rinka gave her all the candies of the same flavor.
"Well, I'll take it. Let's go."
Chitose Yangkui walked down the stairs quickly with ease. Rinka Hiiragi stood above and looked at her back for a while, then quickly picked up her shoulder bag and walked downstairs quickly.
Originally, I only needed to carry him downstairs, but Chitose said that we were already downstairs and we had to go out to catch the bus anyway, so we might as well carry him all the way out, as it would be easy for her to carry him anyway.
Hiiragi Rinka followed her with gratitude and curiosity:
"Chitose. He seems to be very strong."
"It's congenital. Some doctors also said that it's because of my unusual physique that I have heart disease."
"Eh?! Why don't you just let me carry the cello?"
"It's okay! I'm fine now."
Hiiragi Rinka thinks from the bottom of her heart that Chitose-san is a very nice person, but why does it seem that she is not on good terms with Kuka-san, who is also very nice?
It is obvious that the two of them were friends before, and now they are in the wind ensemble and the same orchestra group.
"By the way, Rinka, weren't you reluctant to join the wind band club before? Why did you agree to it now that school has started?"
Hiiragi Rinka lowered her head, staring at the black leather shoes that were slowly moving one behind the other under her skirt, and explained, "It's mainly because Kokoro and Yue are both in it, and they both invited me. And Mr. Fujii is also there as a mentor. My mother said that Mr. Fujii is a very good person, and if I choose Mr. Fujii's club, he can take care of me more."
"Oh, that's how it is."
"Chitose-chan, you must have been practicing the trumpet for a long time, right? I often hear you playing it at school, and it sounds beautiful."
"Can Rinka hear it?"
"I used to be a member of the wind band in the junior high school and was in charge of the double bass."
"That's great! It means Rinka is also a consistent person!" Yang Kui Chitose's tone suddenly lowered, "I really like people who are consistent, but I don't know if I can be considered one."
Rinka Hiiragi noticed the change in her new friend's tone, but she didn't know the cause and effect, so she wasn't sure where to start.
The two chatted as they walked to the bus stop outside the campus in the setting sun.
Chitose Yangkui stayed with Rinka Hiiragi until she got on the car, and then the two waved goodbye.
"Then I'll see you tomorrow. Also, don't be too stressed. Teacher Itsuki Fujii is very easy to talk to!"
"Ok!"
Chitose Haruki got on the bus and left. Rinka Hiiragi waved her hand and followed the light of the bus reflecting the orange-red sunset until it completely disappeared at the end of the road.
She was very happy to meet a new friend.
However, this new friend was clearly smiling and waving at me through the glass after getting on the bus. But after less than a moment, the joy on my friend's face disappeared, and he became gloomy and depressed.
Rinka Hiiragi carried the cello on her back, put her right hand on her chest, and thought, "Chitose-san, have you been unhappy recently?"
Why does he have that expression?
Chapter 66: Thousand-year-old troubles, new friends (Part )
dong dong.
dong dong.
knocking.
A young woman in her thirties knocked on her daughter's bedroom door.
"Rinka, Rinka, can we go out? Let's go out for dinner with dad. Didn't we agree to go out for sushi as a family today?"
"Wait, wait a minute."
There was a faint response from inside, and Mrs. Hiiragi waited patiently. After about five minutes, the door opened.
Rinka Hiiragi tidied her clothes and appeared in front of her mother in a panic.
When she saw her mother, the girl subconsciously put her hands behind her back.
"Rinka——"
"All right."