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“How can you play so beautifully?”
“It’s so excellent.”
Everyone was talking about it, and the morale was getting lower and lower.
When Yang Kui Chitose saw that something was wrong with everyone, she pulled a stool over, stood between the crowd, and loudly asked everyone to look at her at the same time.
"Everyone--!"
Fujii Itsuki and Akai Muko, who were not far away, were attracted over.
Yang Kui Chitose faced everyone in the club and said loudly:
"You don't have to be afraid! This is the Sapporo County Competition. Teacher Fujii has told you before that no matter how good or bad the results are, the fact that you can get here means that this is the result of your own hard work! You don't have to worry, just show your best! Just show the style you usually show during training!
"Why can the Saint be so excellent, but we can't?!
"Why should we doubt ourselves just because the Saint performed so well?!
"Do not!
“No need to doubt it!
“We are the best!
“It’s truly the best!
“The hard work and sweat we put in does not belong to the other side!
"People from the Saint Girls' College? We are not afraid of them!
"We are students of Taisho Tachibana First Academy! You should know that in the past, we were the number one academy in the entire Hokkaido!
"Let the Saint and all the schools that come to Sapporo see the elegance of our Tachibana Kita Wind Ensemble! Let them remember our rise forever!
When Chitose said this, Fujii Itsuki and Akai Muko were laughing outside. Could it be that this kid had prepared a script in advance?
Yang Kui Chitose became happier and happier as she spoke. To liven up the atmosphere, she raised her hand in high spirits and shouted loudly:
"Jubei, come on!"
"Jubei, come on!"
"Jubei, come on!"
She called out again and again, and the words she shouted seemed to hit upon something that was expected in everyone's hearts.
Want to get first place.
I want to go to the national competition to prove my ability.
I want to try my best to get a chance to prove myself!
Such an exciting thought made the lonely and silent team begin to show a yearning look.
Then the captain, Shoko Aoyama, also shouted loudly, and other members followed suit. A series of main characters in the wind band began to join in the cheering.
Then the voices of “Come on” became more and more numerous.
Until the atmosphere ignites the entire waiting room.
Everyone was shouting together:
"Jubei, come on!"
“橘北，必胜！”
Obviously, most of the voices are girls', so why are they so powerful?
Fujii Itsuki felt as if he was also infected. Could this be what youth is?
After completing the last tuning before the competition, I practiced my voice in the waiting room. The competition is getting closer and closer.
The time for Orange North High School to appear on the stage was approaching.
Everyone's breathing became heavier.
Until the members of the Holy Virgin Orchestra finished playing the last designated piece, "Scherzo".
The important moment has come.
The staff member pushed open the door of the waiting room and signaled to Fujii Itsuki who was at the front of the line to prepare to enter.
Different from other competitions.
Normally, coaches and club directors will not go on the field with the players.
But wind music is different.
The team, classmates, and commander... we are all one.
After lining up, Jiuhuayue stood behind Fujii Itsuki holding a trumpet, looking at his back. At this moment, she couldn't help but call him.
"Teacher Fujii."
Fujii Itsuki heard the voice and looked back in confusion.
Jiu Huayue stood in front of him, holding the golden trumpet, looking a little shy, but with a firm look in her eyes she said to him:
"Teacher Fujii, let's work hard together this time!"
Fujii Itsuki was stunned for a moment, and then he responded with a smile:
"Well, let's do our best together."
The staff signaled everyone to enter.
The lighting in the corridor leading to the concert hall was dim and the atmosphere was quite depressing.
The voice of the host came from the music stage.
"Next, we would like to invite students from the Taisho Tachibana Kita First College Wind Ensemble from Otaru City to play their own piece, "Cold Wave Symphony"!"
Wearing a tuxedo, Fujii Itsuki was the first to walk onto the stage, entering the view of the judges and the audience. Following closely were the girls holding their instruments and dressed neatly.
Someone lowered his voice and said "Come on!" again. This steady voice made everyone's heart pound.
Facing the gazes of the audience and judges, the girls stood straight, took deep breaths, and their chests bulged high through their sky blue sailor uniforms.
Pairs of legs stretched out from under their pleated skirts stood in a row, bowed to the judges and the audience, and then began to take their respective seats.
Strings, woodwinds, brass, drums, harp, piano.
Fujii Itsuki also took the conductor's position, facing the girls in the school with his back to the audience.
The blazing white light illuminated his figure.
Like a sky lantern shining down from heaven.
His slender figure, his neatly tailored suit, and the magnificent atmosphere of the concert hall all reminded all the students present of the formality of this competition.
After everyone was in place, the emcee's voice sounded from behind.
[The designated piece for the Orange North Wind Ensemble is Charles Timberlake's "Cold Wave Symphony", the background of which is taken from the century's snowstorm in northern Michigan in 1938, which came quietly and brought natural disasters and sorrow to countless people.]
Accompanied by the emcee's narration for the audience.
When facing his students, Fujii Itsuki tried to keep his expression gentle, put on a slight smile, and used his expression to silently comfort everyone in the club, "It's okay, relax."
His meaning seemed to be conveyed through his expression and eyes. Everyone looked at him, and then calmed down and made final preparations.
Fujii Itsuki withdrew his last glance from Chitose and Kojiuka's faces and waited for the emcee to finish speaking.
After a period of silence, he quietly raised his arm.
Matsumae Shinharu closed her eyes and began to play the strings.
The students in the string group had already picked up their instruments and were moving in time with the gentle vibrations of the conductor's baton.
The musical notes sounded.
A long note that is so perfect that it cannot be faulted.
Fujii Itsuki admired in his heart that this was the feeling, this was the indispensable feeling, the taste of the prelude to crisis before the "Cold Wave" arrived.
Next came the piano, which created an extremely discordant opposition with the strings. The sounds collided with each other, pulling to a heart-wrenching degree.
Such a wonderful combination, it seems like a movie scene appears in my mind.
The cold winter is lurking in the dark, but people who are unaware of this are still enjoying the cheerful festive atmosphere.
It was quiet, and when winter came, everything was gone.
The sound of the woodwind section is like nature mocking human ignorance and stupidity.
Fujii Itsuki closed his eyes and gradually got into the mood.
The baton in his right hand dropped, and the tones of the violins and cellos grew dark and gloomy.
People are mourning, mourning for their family members and friends who died in the sudden and severe winter.
He raised the baton in his right hand again, and Yang Kui Chitose's trumpet solo sounded.
The hero appeared, and with a slightly sad tone, he lamented the pain brought by this ruthless disaster. But in his sadness, there was also an unyielding spirit.
Fujii Itsuki raised the baton in his right hand again, and the entire brass section hummed in unison.
From the euphonium to the trumpet, the air vibrated.
Then he conducted the woodwind section, string section and drummer in the back one by one to harmonize the sounds together.
This is the clarion call for humanity's counterattack.
Even in the bitter winter, people still live tenaciously.
The music collided with each other, and everyone's efforts seemed to turn into a fanatical signal, and the musical notes exploded in the air.
It was not until this time that Jiuhuayue understood what ensemble was.
The music shone with great power, as if the will of those who fought against the winter back then was also implemented in it. What a powerful torrent of consciousness this is! Is it really necessary to gather hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of people to fight against this raging winter?
The unimaginable melody surged violently, as if it was about to overflow.
Jiu Huayue never thought that a club's music could be like this.
Why didn’t I feel it so strongly when I practiced before?
Why haven’t I felt this way before?