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"Well, I'm leaving."
After Jiuhuayue finished speaking, she walked into the music classroom holding her trumpet.
There are three desks in the music classroom now, two of which are occupied by Fujii Itsuki and Akai Muko, and she is in the middle, facing the other two.
"Teacher Fujii, Teacher Akai."
"Well, please sit down." Fujii Itsuki smiled.
Jiuhuayue takes her seat.
Seated
"Are you ready?" asked Akai Muzi.
"Ready."
Sudden silence.
"Before we begin, please tell me your grade, name, and instrument." Fujii Itsuki couldn't help but remind him that the child was still a little too nervous.
Jiuhuayue quickly calmed down and replied:
"Second grade, Class A, Jiuhuayue, is in charge of the trumpet in the brass section."
While answering, the girl stared at the music score with all her might, as if she wanted to review the piece she practiced every day at the last moment.
"Great, are you ready for the tuning?"
“It’s been adjusted in advance.”
"Well."
Fujii Itsuki turned on the metronome.
The whole classroom was so quiet that the only sound could be heard: "tick-tick, tick-tick".
"Start at measure 53. Pay attention to the beat. You can start playing at any time. When I say stop, remember to stop immediately. You don't have to answer me."
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Jiu Huayue finally looked away from the music score. Her back felt hot. She had just taken a shower yesterday and the temperature was not high today, but she still felt like she was in summer.
"start the timer."
Jiuhuayue felt the rhythm of the metronome and put the reed of the trumpet to her lips. She placed her fingers on the top cap of the trumpet, took a shallow breath, and blew it out slowly.
A soft, sad and lively tune was played.
The song is called "Cold Wave Symphony" and it talks about the century-long snowstorm in northern Michigan in the United States in 1938.
The prelude just now represents the slow arrival of a cold wave on an ordinary autumn day.
Jiuhuayue moved her fingers, the bass switched to high notes, and the music became short, which meant that people realized that a cold wave was coming and everything happened so suddenly.
The crowd was busy preparing food, clothes, firewood and everything for the winter.
But the wind and snow grew stronger and stronger, (the music) became more and more violent, and everything was developing towards the most terrifying situation.
The music score was right in front of her, but Jiu Huayue had no time to look at it. She could only play according to her feelings, letting the passionate and rapid music drive her emotions. Her breath was trembling, her heart was beating fast, and the passionate music made her eardrums throb.
She was afraid of failure, afraid of losing this most important opportunity due to mistakes. But she could only keep moving forward, encouraging herself to keep a steady mind, and try her best to find the terrifying movement of the coming winter.
Fujii Itsuki listened to this with his eyes closed, knowing that in four more beats, there would be another turning point.
This is the most difficult part of this piece.
Because the wind and snow blew, it covered everything and destroyed everything.
After the frost, the world becomes quiet.
"Okay! That's it."
Jiuhuayue played with all her might, and only when she heard Fujii Itsuki's stop did she let go of the reed and take a deep breath.
She was holding the trumpet, with beads of sweat on her forehead. Maybe it was because she was nervous and scared?
The girl could only see Fujii Itsuki making rustling sounds on the workbook.
"Well, it's good. It's an excellent performance. Jiuhua-san will stop here for now. Next student!"
Jiuhuayue felt relieved.
My performance should be pretty good, right?
She thought she felt better than she had in practice.
After standing up and bowing to Fujii Itsuki and Akai Muko, Jiuhuayue left the classroom holding the trumpet and music score.
She felt inexplicably dizzy.
"Xiaoyue, how are you? I see you look a little pale."
"It's OK. I didn't make any mistakes."
"That's good, that's good."
Hiiragi Rinka breathed a sigh of relief. "When I heard you playing the middle part outside just now, I was so nervous. This piece of music is difficult to begin with, and Mr. Fujii chose this part of the piece as the solo. It's a bit embarrassing. Xiaoyue, you have only been playing the trumpet for less than a year."
"Teacher Fujii didn't do anything wrong. He was just doing his job. Isn't it natural that he was eliminated if he couldn't do the job? And if we don't choose a harder piece, how can we enter the national competition in the future?"
"Um"
"Rinhua, there's nothing to worry about. I've finished the exam, right? Now I'm just waiting for the results." Jiuhuayue adjusted her mentality and tried to smile.
"Yeah. Waiting for the results."
Rinka Hiiragi looked at Chitose Haruki who was communicating with other classmates in the distance, and she really didn't know what to do.
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At the same time, in the music classroom.
Fujii Itsuki shook his head when he saw the corresponding results of Jiuhuayue and Yangkui Chitose.
Akai Muzi glanced sideways and said with a smile:
"Is it difficult?"
".If it wasn't difficult for me, I wouldn't have such a headache."
"Choose Chitose. Hasn't that kid been waiting for you for almost ten years just for this opportunity?"
"It was seven years. She had the idea when I was a freshman."
"That's long enough. As for Jiuhua, she still has a chance next year."
There is basically nothing wrong with what Akai Muzi said.
But she didn't know much about Jiuhuayue's family situation.
Fujii Itsuki doesn't think that next year, Jiuhua's parents will still ignore Jiuhua silently.
When her parents realized that it was useless to cut off her money, they would come and bring her back to Tokyo.
There's a good chance she won't get the chance next year.
Whoever you choose will hurt the other one.
This is also what really makes Fujii Itsuki embarrassed.
"So, Fujii, who are you going to choose as the trumpet player?"
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Fujii Itsuki looked for a long time, and finally set his sights on the name Yang Kui Chitose.
Chapter 110 There is only one candidate
"Why does Chitose go straight home after school every day?"
"what?"
"Chitose, you hardly ever walk with everyone after school. I see that Chitose has a good relationship with everyone in the class."
"Eh?"
Yang Kui Chitose felt strange, "Xinchun-chan, don't you remember? Or did I not tell you the reason?"
Matsumae Shinchun shook her head at her friend and said in a gentle and elegant voice, "Chitose basically never talks about her own affairs. Even the relationship between Chitose and Mr. Fujii was something I only learned about around the Jade Fox Festival."
Chitose Yang Kui, who was packing her schoolbag in the classroom, nodded and said, "That's right."
Matsumae Shinchun stepped forward and said, "Can I ask why?"
Yang Kui Chitose said "hmm" and smiled suddenly, "Nothing. I just don't like talking about my past. Now Xinchun-chan knows something about it. I was an orphan and grew up in an orphanage. I was picked up by Brother Shu early on."
"Correct."
"To put it simply, to me, Brother Shu is everything in my past."
Chitose Yangkui packed her schoolbag, picked up her instrument case, and the two of them headed towards the school gate together.
"It seems that Chitose and Mr. Fujii don't have a very close relationship at school." Matsumae Shinharu followed her good friend with her schoolbag in both hands.
“This is all an illusion.”
Along the way, there were many female classmates who greeted and said goodbye to them.
Chitose Yang Kui continued:
"Well, I have to keep a certain distance from Brother Shu at school."
They walked out of the Moon Tower together, stepping into the setting sun. Yang Kui Chitose turned her head to look at her friend's illuminated face.
"Xinchun-chan, are you asking these questions out of curiosity about the relationship between me and Brother Shu?"
"Yes. At the same time, I also want to know the real reason why you practice the trumpet so hard, Chitose."
Yang Kui Chitose smiled first, then she looked towards the fiery red skyline under the setting sun. After a few seconds of pause, she spoke with emotion:
"That's a long story. How about we go to LeTAO first? I'll talk to you slowly."
"LeTAO?"