I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Although she knew that Team Leader Watanabe meant no harm, Eto Kana still felt a little sad because she said it directly.

After the All-Do Tournament, Senior Amemori seemed to have come to terms with it and gave up practicing Soli, focusing her time on auditioning excerpts and training new club members.

Kana Eto was the only one who played the Soi section of the oboe. She didn't dare to play it much at school, afraid of being gossiped about, so she could only play it at home.

"According to Kitahara-sensei, I will also be playing a duet with Kanzaki-senpai and Kirishima-senpai, so it should be fine."

"But their level of cooperation is definitely not as good as theirs, right?" Watanabe Hama's tone was calm, carrying an undeniable sense of truth.

Indeed, the four of them had been practicing Soli for a long time, so how could they possibly beat them in terms of teamwork?

Kana Eto gripped her oboe tightly, took a deep breath, and forced a smile, the surface of which seemed to hold an unyielding bitterness.

"But... I always want to give it a try."

Watanabe Hama paused for a moment, then grinned.

Kana Eto's ears turned red as she said:

"Watanabe-senpai, what's so funny about that...::"

No, I just felt—

Watanabe straightened the bassoon in his arms and said with a hint of mockery,

“We have three oboe players in our wind section, and you are the one who is most eager to improve.”

"Hmm...."

Kana Eto understood that Watanabe-senpai's "mockery" was not directed at her, but at Kanzaki-senpai and Kirishima-senpai.

Those who are unwilling to stand in the spotlight possess talents that are envied by many, while those who are willing to stand in the spotlight can only look up at them.

This is arguably the greatest injustice in the world for wind instrument players.

Watanabe Hama's fingers turned the pages of the sheet music, his eyes fixed on the staff, and he said:

"Sakurako said you'll be the department head next year, good luck!"

Not yet....

Kana Eto smiled awkwardly, feeling quite pressured about becoming the captain of the Shin-Asahi Brass Band in the future.

I'm quite envious of the previous captains of Shenxu's team. They were able to lead the brass band to play without any worries, putting competitions and trophies behind them.

"Eto-senpai?"

At this moment, Yu Shou stood at the door holding a small trumpet; her tall, model-like figure always attracted attention.

"Senior Yu Shou?"

"Sorry, I was delayed by communicating with some new members."

Yu Shou stepped forward, her single ponytail bouncing slightly with her steps, and said in a calm tone,

"Let's go."

"Talk?" Kana Eto was stunned for a moment, a hint of panic and confusion flashing in her eyes. "Go? Where to?"

“Aren’t you going to the SoIi selection? I’ll practice with you for a while,” Yu Shou said.

Kana Eto suddenly opened her eyes wide, as if she had been held breath by something invisible for a moment, and a warm feeling welled up from the depths of her heart:

"But won't this cause you trouble?"

“What trouble is there? I’ll definitely have no problem getting into Section A.” Yu Shou looked directly at her, his eyes unwavering.

"Ugh—!"

Kana Eto hurriedly got up, completely surprised that Amemori would waste his time practicing with her.

"Thank you so much, Senior Yu Shou! Actually, I'm not even sure if I'll get into the A-level program..."

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"There's nothing to thank me for."

Yu Shou gently shook his head.

Whether you get into the A-level team or not is irrelevant to this. As long as you want to participate in Soli, I will practice with you.

“Rain Guardian, you usually seem so serious, but you actually have a soft heart,” Watanabe Hama said from the side.

Eto Kana nodded quickly.

Rain Guardian's voice is usually calm and steady, but it carries an invisible authority. However, when he is gentle, he is really charming!

"I don't think you can say that about me, Watanabe."

Yu Shou's lips pursed slightly, his tone seemingly implying, "Aren't you the same?"

"Let me make it clear, we're all girls, so it's no big deal to look after each other. Besides, Eto-senpai will be the president of the brass band, so it's definitely not good if her skills are too weak."

"Thank you, senior!" Kana Eto bowed deeply to her.

"Come on, although the trumpet and oboe are in the afternoon, there's not much time."

"Ok!"

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At the L-shaped corner behind the school building, two girls were practicing their instrument together in the shadow of the wall.

The oboe's tone is like a gentle breeze in the forest, softly brushing over every note of the trumpet.

The melody of gentle rain exudes a subtle tenderness and sadness, the two intertwined to create a captivating and enchanting atmosphere.

Nagase Tsukiyo's lips left the mouthpiece.

Under the shade of the trees, dappled light and shadow are like dancing musical notes, and the sounds of musical instruments can be heard from all over the campus, intertwining with the chirping of various birds, as if the entire Shenxu High School is singing.

Nagase Tsukiyo looked at the girl beside her. She showed neither a smile nor sorrow, as if all her emotions were gently buried in her heart.

“Eri is even better than when she was in the prime.” A smile played on Nagase Tsukiyo’s lips.

Eri Kanzaki lowered her gaze; the silver keys gleamed with a cold luster, like the quiet and profound moonlight.

"But we can't win." She opened her soft, full lips.

A flicker of unease crossed Nagase Tsukiyo's eyes, and her fingers unconsciously curled up.

"how come?"

Eri Kanzaki's gaze fell on the withered leaves on the lawn, her lips red and clearly defined.

"I can't beat Kirishima."

"Eri is the strongest in my heart. As long as we perform normally this time, we will definitely be able to play a solo together! Believe me,"

Okay? "

Anxious glints flashed in Nagase Tsukiyo's eyes, as if he was worried that Eri's mindset might be affected during the audition.

A gentle breeze stirred, causing Eri Kanzaki's hair to sway softly, her gaze divided into several sections by her bangs:

"I didn't intend to perform a solo with Tsukiyo; I just wanted to help him win the gold medal."

Her words were so clear and steady, without the slightest hesitation.

Nagase Tsukiyo seemed to stop breathing, a complex emotion indescribable on her face, as if words were swirling in her mind but she couldn't find an outlet for them.

"How much are you willing to sacrifice for Kitahara-sensei? Even your solo with me seemed like you were doing it out of necessity."

Unlike her, Nagase Tsukiyo also hopes to win the gold medal at the national tournament, but not for Kitahara-sensei, but for herself.

I want to win the national gold medal, to give myself a satisfactory answer after practicing the trumpet since I was a child.

She believes that Kuno Tachibana is the same as herself, and that's why she puts so much effort into her solo performance in order to give herself an explanation.

But does that mean I don't care about him?

Nagase Tsukiyo pressed her fingertips so hard they turned white. She had initially thought for a while about whether to tell Eri about going to Tokyo with Kitahara-sensei.

But it seems that Hui Li really doesn't care about herself anymore.

At the same time, from a girl's perspective, she doesn't want to share this with Eri.

As for what his goal was, perhaps because it was too shameful, Nagase Tsukiyo didn't want to delve into it.

Perhaps, as Saito Harutori said, the statement that "I am a selfish person" is not wrong.

"Want to continue?" Kanzaki Eri brushed a strand of hair off her lips with her finger.

Nagase Tsukiyo's long, flowing hair swayed slightly as she smiled and said:

"Um,"

She now fully realized that Hyeri's willingness to spend time practicing with her wasn't for her sake at all.

Emotions, like strands of hair intertwined in water, outpaced reason far too much; even with the mouthpiece in its mouth, the trumpet couldn't utter a sound for a moment.

Chapter 200, Page 199: The Screaming Trumpet and the Weeping Saxophone

The auditions for the national competition had already begun at the entrance of the first music classroom.

"Next up is Nagasawa-senpai." Yukawa Sakurako emerged from the dimly lit classroom and gave the girl standing by the window a warning look.

Nagasawa Miyabi, who was encouraging Goto Yu, took a deep breath and walked in with the sheet music tucked under her arm.

"coming."

Sakura smiled at her. There were actually quite a few first-year students in the clarinet section, but only she and Goto were able to get into the A section.

The music room door was pulled shut, and Sakurako was about to go to the flute and piccolo section to tell them to get ready when a sharp scream suddenly came from outside the window—

"I'm going up—!"

The tone was too high and couldn't correspond to any of the girls in my memory.

She instinctively walked to the window and leaned out, but she couldn't find the culprit who was shouting. She could only hope in her heart that the person would stop shouting.

Meanwhile, in the parking shed behind the club building.

Kirishima Mai stared in disbelief at the short-haired girl beside her who suddenly shouted.

Her chest heaved violently, as if every breath of air had become thin and precious, and her rapid breathing was particularly clear in the sudden silence.

“Tachibana…” Kirishima Mai felt her heart pounding in her ears.