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This sound.! !

Shinichi Sato almost thought there was something wrong with his ears.

Is this really the level at which a high school girl can perform?!

Gentle, dreamy, and slightly melancholic

God! Although he is not a believer of any religion, he also wants to shout God!

Is this reality?

His heart was surging with enthusiasm, and he stared at the stage intently. The girl's performance seemed to freeze time, and everything around her became blurred, leaving only the elegant and moving melody echoing in the air. Every note seemed to be the feeling in her heart, transmitted to every listener through the strings.

Not only Shinichi Sato, but also Teru Komuro, who was not far away, couldn't help but feel excited when he heard the solo.

That's it! That's it!

This is what he wants to hear!

Should I say it was refreshing? He felt that the arranger of this piece really hit the spot, with so many solos! So outstanding!

It’s not a wasted trip, it’s really not a wasted trip!

Just when he and Sato Shinichi thought that this was the limit of the Tachibana Kita Wind Ensemble,

"Another trumpet?!"

Everyone thought it was the previous trumpet player, who must be the principal trumpet player of the club, but no one expected that it was this short-haired girl who was the one.

Her music follows closely on the tenderness of the previous movement, forming an incomparable contrast with it.

Light, upbeat and full of life.

This connects

Perfect, perfect.

There are three movements of solo performances, and each soloist is a perfect match, with each one more skilled than the other, and each has their own strengths in various aspects!

Isn't this what you come to listen to when you buy a ticket to listen to wind music?

This is the power of youth.

Nothing to say, but this is the feeling of youth!

It was long after the performance of the Jubei Wind Ensemble ended, when the students, holding their instruments and bending over with sweat on their foreheads, everyone collectively realized, "It turns out that it's over."

The whole audience fell into a brief silence, as if time had stood still. Then, the applause broke out like thunder, warm and long-lasting. The audience members who understood music all stood up and gave the warmest cheers to this young band.

"So amazing? This is a new beginning. It's really a dark horse."

Shinichi Sato thought to himself that he couldn't wait to write all of this in his report.

Before returning to the lounge, he immediately picked up a gel pen and, almost subconsciously, wrote a report in his small notebook:

“Tachibana Kita Wind Ensemble: A new star shining in Hokkaido!”

“When the performance of the Jubei Wind Ensemble resounded throughout the venue, it was as if a crack had been torn open in the northern sky, and the dawn shone down. As an audience member, I not only felt the power of music, but also saw their desire for the future! The entire performance was flawless and full of emotion. From the beginning to the end, every note was gripping.”

Having written this, he suddenly stopped.

Because he suddenly realized that he didn't know any of the members.

Not only the position, but even the name cannot be pronounced!

How can this work!

So he quickly packed up his notebook and pen, ran down the auditorium, and went to the door of the waiting room, waiting for the people from Ju Bei to come out.

Not long after arriving outside, Shinichi Sato saw that a large group of his colleagues had surrounded the place and there was no way out!

Eighty percent of them come here to ask for information.

Just like paparazzi! They came here just by smelling the smell! Why didn't you pay attention to it before!

Shinichi Sato cursed several times in his heart. He looked at the notebook in his hand and suddenly felt that he could not just sit there and wait for death, so he decisively dived into it.

squeeze!

Squeeze hard!

Shameless squeeze!

Ju Bei's level has been demonstrated on the big stage, and it is only a matter of time before he attracts attention.

As a news reporter for NHK, he must be the first to get the most detailed and interesting reports!

"You guys, stop crowding!"

"Then what are you squeezing?!"

"Let me in and stand in front!!!"

"Get out of here!"

Please excuse me and talk about the status of this book

Please excuse me and talk about the status of this book

The book is now nearing its end. Some readers have recently said that it is a bit ordinary and boring. In fact, a large part of the reason is due to this.

Because it's a romance light novel, once the heroine and the hero are together, it means there's actually not much to write about. Basically, apart from the daily sweet moments, you can only write about the relationship between the heroines.

The recent pictures are a bit watery, haha, but I wanted to change the direction and use the perspectives of various people to highlight the fame of the wind orchestra, a classic technique of entertainment articles, but it seems that I wrote too much, so it looks watery, and it seems that people don’t like to read it.

There were actually a lot of things I could have written about Chitose before, but when I was writing, I didn't want to write about deep hatred and deep grudges, so I didn't make the conflict as serious as when Liuli stabbed herself in the previous book, which resulted in the plot not being able to unfold.

So during these two days of National Day, I would first like to wish all my readers a happy National Day. I will humbly take two or three days off to take a break. If you have any content or plot you want to see, you can tell me here. I will do my best to satisfy you and write it better.

As for the extra chapter, well, I have to wait until after the National Day to start working on it. The plot should be ready by then.

Thank you for your support and wish you all a happy National Day!

Chapter 257: Fame (End of Competition)

Fujii Itsuki never expected that when he brought his students to participate in the competition, he would be blocked at the exit and surrounded by people.

This group of people in front of me, should be reporters, right?

Why do they act like zombies seeing living people?

Although Hokkaido doesn't usually have any important news, they wouldn't rush to report even such a small thing, right?

A woman wearing glasses squeezed out first.

She smoothed her collar first, then handed the microphone to Fujii Itsuki.

"Excuse me, are you the instructor of the Tachibana North Wind Ensemble?"

"Yes."

"Teacher Fujii, the performance of the Taisho Tachibana Kita First Academy that you just led was amazing! Especially those solos, which exceeded everyone's expectations. How did you train such high-level students in a short period of time? Can you talk about your preparation and rehearsal process for this competition?"

Before Fujii Itsuki could answer, another reporter asked:

“You chose a very bold arrangement this time, especially by adding several solos, especially

"My sense of self."

Another young female reporter was more concerned about the emotional aspect of the performance: "Teacher Fujii, do you think today's performance achieved the effect you expected? The performances of several soloists were very outstanding, especially the violinist with a teardrop mole. The performance was very touching. Can you talk about her background and your guidance to her?"

At this time, Sato Shinichi finally came out from the crowd and immediately followed up: "That's right! The performances of the trumpeter and violinist are both professional. Did you educate them, or did they already have a very high level before this?"

"Her background, I'm not in a position to disclose the student's personal information."

"Teacher Fujii, could you introduce some soloists in your club?" someone else shouted from the back.

"Teacher Fujii!"

"Teacher Fujii!"

Reporters rushed to ask questions.

Everyone wanted to know more about the story behind the competition from Fujii Itsuki, especially about the members of the band and the details of the performance arrangement.

Fujii Itsuki spent almost an hour answering various questions. He was so exhausted that he left the group of reporters under the pretext of going to train his students.

Damn, as a reporter, don’t you have any professional ethics? Can’t you see that people are already exhausted by your questions, and yet you still ask?

By the time Fujii Itsuki escaped, Akai Muzi had already organized everyone to get on the bus back to the hotel, waiting for the results tomorrow.

Now Muzi is the only one waiting for Fujii Itsuki outside the competition venue.

It was almost evening, but because the game had not yet ended, there were still many stalls and mobile vendors gathered around, making it like a night market.

As soon as Akai Muzi saw Fujii Itsuki appear, she smiled and waved at him, teasing:

“How does it feel to be a star for the first time?”

"Oh, stop talking. It's exhausting. Those reporters are asking questions. Everyone wants to ask. By the way, is the wind music in Hakodate so lively?"

"There are only two places in Hokkaido that hold wind instrument competitions of this level. One is Sapporo and the other is Hakodate. What do you think?"

"What's wrong with those reporters?"

Akai Muzi put one hand on her waist and waved her hand to explain, "They are all local or Sapporo newspaper companies. The Hokkaido representative competition is a very high-level event. There are about 4,000 high schools in Japan participating every year. The three departments of junior high school and university add up to 800,000 participants. Hokkaido has at least 80,000 to 90,000 participants. Our performance today gave the circle a surprise, which is equivalent to another hope for Hokkaido in all these years. We haven't won the championship in nearly 20 years. Do you think they will be anxious to find someone to interview?"

Generally speaking, it is because the wind music in Hokkaido has been stagnant in recent years, so the reporters immediately gathered around when they saw the slightest fluctuation.

".Then why are you looking for me instead of you?"

"I dodged it in advance!"

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Fujii Itsuki was quite speechless.

The two began to rush towards the place where they were going to get the bus. On the way, Akai Muzi suddenly patted him on the back and said, "Teacher Fujii, Teacher Fujii, you are going to be famous tomorrow! Don't forget me when the time comes."

"It's not that exaggerated." Fujii Itsuki knew Muzi was joking, "At most, it will be reported and there will be no follow-up."