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"After the game, when you go back, I'll go with you."
"Teacher is going too?"
Matsumae Shinharu rested her hands on Fujii Itsuki's chest, without any of the ladylike demeanor she had when facing the police chief this afternoon.
"Not welcome?" Fujii Itsuki smiled faintly.
"No, of course you are welcome. But I feel a little guilty when I think that you are going to debate with my aunt on my behalf."
Fujii Itsuki immediately kissed the girl's cheek. Matsumae Shinchun immediately seemed to be frightened and blushed, "Teacher, you..."
"We are in this relationship now, so don't be afraid to trouble me or anything. If you don't like it, I will solve it for you. Isn't that normal?"
"Um"
"And wasn't it you, Xinchun, who said you wanted me to be your fiancé?"
"Teacher" Matsumae Shinchun hid her face.
"Why are you still shy? Okay, okay, are you sleepy now? Go to bed as soon as possible. Don't you have to practice all day tomorrow? And you still have to show me your strength?"
"Then hold me for a while longer, teacher."
"Oh, you said so. Just hold me for a while longer and then go to sleep."
"Yeah! But if I go back, I will feel lonely at night without the teacher."
"It won't happen again in the future." Fujii Itsuki comforted.
"Um"
Matsumae Shinchun nodded gently and snuggled into his arms again.
*
After what happened yesterday, we still trained as usual today.
However, everyone was still unsatisfied with yesterday’s fight, and many students were bragging at breakfast about how powerful they were and how many people they had beaten up on the other side.
Even boys can't beat me!
Matsumae Shinharu was concentrating on eating.
After the morning training session, she started her own practice.
Compared with yesterday's incident, she was more concerned about what the teacher said before that her level was not good enough and even failed to reach the passing standard. She was still very unconvinced. Before the free training in the afternoon began, she planned to try the method the teacher mentioned today.
She took some ice cubes and soaked her hands in cold water for a few minutes to temporarily numb her fingertips, then began to play while the numbness had not completely worn off.
Matsumae Shinharu didn't expect this method to have any effect.
But. It seems to be very useful.
Pulling the string feels different after the numbness wears off.
She was very curious about the reason, so she tried again.
The situation was indeed better than the last time, and she could increasingly feel what notes she was playing.
"Does it feel much clearer?" Fujii Itsuki asked with a smile.
"Yes, very clear!"
Matsumae Shinchun was surprised and confused at the same time. She quickly asked, "Teacher, what's the reason?"
“First of all, violin playing requires extremely high finger flexibility and precise control, especially in complex passages. Rapid fingering changes and accurate string pressing are the most important, but over-reliance on the tactile feedback of the fingers may make the player too sensitive to the ‘change of feeling’ when playing at high speed, resulting in unstable pitch or rhythm.
"The core purpose of letting you soak in cold water is to temporarily "weaken" the tactile sensation of your fingers, so that you can still maintain precise control of the strings under limited sensation, thereby improving your tactile sensitivity and finger flexibility.
“This approach changes your sensory feedback mechanism, forcing you to rely more on muscle memory and hearing rather than pure tactile feedback.
"do you understand?"
Matsumae Shinchun nodded repeatedly after hearing this, "I see."
"How about you practice on your own this afternoon?"
"it is good."
After Fujii Itsuki left, Matsumae Shinharu practiced alone in the hotel from noon to night.
She followed every step according to the details given by Fujii Itsuki.
Be careful not to put too much feeling on your fingers, but to strengthen your hearing through the numbness of your fingers.
Although she didn't want to admit that she wasn't even passing in the teacher's eyes, the improvement she could feel in this short period of time was real.
In the evening, Matsumae Shinharu specially invited Fujii Itsuki to the park by the harbor to listen to her achievements.
"Teacher, is this true?"
"Be a little softer, and pay attention to what you are playing.
Matsumae Shinharu noticed that Fujii Itsuki was particularly serious when teaching this knowledge.
After repeating this several times, she felt like she had gotten the hang of it, but she also didn't.
Fujii Itsuki shook his head several times.
"It's still not working. You haven't reached the 'passing' level yet. Try again tomorrow. But you don't have to worry about anything. Even if you don't practice well tomorrow, it will be enough for you to get through the competition the day after tomorrow. It will be more than enough for the competition the day after tomorrow."
After saying that, the teacher left.
Matsumae Shinchun looked at the teacher's back, feeling more and more unconvinced. How could she have failed?
By the next day, there was only one day left in the Hokkaido representative competition.
The mountains and forests surrounding Hakodate were covered with maple leaves; even the parks were a brilliant red, with countless leaves covering the entire city.
Fujii Itsuki gathered everyone early in the morning and started the final training.
When preparing for practice, he walked over to Matsumae Shinchun and said with a smile, "If you are not sure, don't force yourself. Although the method I teach you is quick, it won't lead to significant improvement in just one or two days. And if you play the violin based on your feelings yesterday, it is very likely that your level today will be worse."
Matsumae Shinchun puffed up her cheeks, which was rare. "Teacher, please don't look down on me!"
"I'm not looking down on you, but - it's okay, I can try more in the future."
"I'll pay attention!"
"Well, I won't say much."
The practice started soon, Fujii Itsuki stood on the podium and Akai Muko watched from the side.
He stood on the small platform at the top without a baton and waved his hand.
The students in the wind orchestra understood what he meant, and the “Waltz Under the Blue Sky” started to play loudly.
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"stop."
"stop."
"stop!"
The operation was stopped three times in a row.
Fujii Itsuki looked at the position of the first violinist of the Tachibana Kita Wind Ensemble and said, "Matsumae-san, do you want to take a rest first?"
The other students also followed the teacher's gaze and looked at Matsumae Shinharu.
Everyone was puzzled as to why Matsumae Shinchun, who usually performed well, failed at the critical moment.
This is the third time it's out of tune.
"I'm sorry, sir, I want to try again."
"Ah."
Fujii Itsuki didn't say much, just called everyone to
The music was played slowly and harmoniously at first, but then
Fujii Itsuki frowned.
"stop!"
Matsumae Shinharu blushed.
This is the fourth time it has been stopped.
Even Akai Muzi frowned. What's wrong with Xinchun today?
"Matsumae-san, are you okay?"
"No, it's okay." Matsumae Shinchun turned her head.
"Why do you seem to be out of shape today?"
"I'm fine!" Matsumae Shinchun pursed her lips, "I just didn't get enough rest yesterday. I just need to rest for a while."
"Well," Akai Muzi said without further ado, "then you can take a rest first, and the other students can continue."
Matsumae Shinchun stood up and walked outside the team, pulled a stool, and found a corner to sit down.
She placed the violin on her lap and kept her hand on the strings.
It's really difficult
How on earth are those people able to play out even the tiniest details?
That kind of turning point, that kind of chord. I clearly feel that my technique, strength, and effort are no less than the other person's, but I still can't achieve that master-like feeling.
How did Mr. Fujii develop to such an effortless level?
The same piece of music sounds completely different in my hands and in the teacher's hands.
Matsumae Shinchun felt a little annoyed and discouraged, and what was on her mind more was the look on Teacher Fujii's face as he shook his head after watching her performance last night.
How can we make this feeling come true?
She thought about it all morning.
During the afternoon practice, she was still sitting in the corner, thinking hard.