I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"Are you looking down on Editor B? Let me tell you, Professor Kitahara himself told us that the members of Editor B are better than those in Editor A."

Editing is more tiring! More tiring means more practice! More practice means becoming stronger! Becoming stronger means you A-level editors are in for a tough time!

The three of them talked as they went upstairs, but when they were about to turn into the instrument management room, they quickly shut their mouths.

"What were you guys talking about in the stairwell? You were so loud."

Saito Harutori stood solemnly at the doorway, with Yukawa Sakurako beside her, her cheeks slightly flushed.

She was also holding a "Musical Instrument Maintenance & Entry/Exit Registration Form" in her hands.

"Well..." The three chatted enthusiastically in the stairwell, but dared not say a word when facing the cadres.

Saito Haruka's brows furrowed, and her tone lost its usual gentleness:

"Terashima, Amami, you two were also in the A section last year. If you had had the courage then, you should have voiced your ideas."

Instead of talking badly about others behind their backs.

"And junior Songgang, you haven't even made it into the A-level program in two years, so don't come here to judge Yingzi."

"Woolen cloth."

As if struck by a massive red attack, the muscles on Matsuoka Nobuyuki's face twitched.

“Apologize to Yukawa.” Saito Harutori unusually adopted a solemn expression.

The three of them were still holding the wind chimes, glancing at each other hesitantly.

Seeing this, a bitter smile appeared on Sakura's lips, and she said softly:

"It's okay. It's good to have some resentment in your heart. It lets me know that we are not the kind of people who just follow the crowd. Since you understand the sadness and resentment of last year, we will work harder this year. I will also fulfill my duties as the department head. Please keep an eye on me. Please forgive me if I do anything wrong."

Her eyes drooped slightly, revealing a sweet smile. She truly deserved to be called a Violet Flower Girl; her temperament was gentle, calm, and elegant.

The three of them, Tianhai and Cang, were stunned for a moment, their faces involuntarily turning red, revealing the unique charm of youth.

Damn it, shouldn't you slap yourself a few times before going to sleep?!

"No, you have to apologize!"

At this moment, Saito Harukori, with an almost forceful and unyielding tone, raised her eyebrows and said,

An apology is required!

Sakurako forced a weak smile and quickly said, "No, I really don't care."

No way!

Saito Haruka clenched her hands tightly, as if to prove something, and said to them,

"You must apologize!"

"Woolen cloth:

Having no other choice, Tenkai and the other two bowed to Yukawa Sakurako in apology, the wind chimes in their hands ringing as if they were apologizing as well.

Sakurako Yukawa, however, couldn't be happy. Everyone had a subtle expression on their faces. If only she could tell a joke to ease the tension at this moment, but unfortunately, she didn't have that talent.

"Ara ara~~ What are you doing?"

A lively voice reached my ears, followed by a slender figure carrying a small golden trumpet.

"You could hear it even in the trumpet practice room next door. Captain Saito was shouting for an apology here." Yukawa Sakurako subconsciously glanced to the side and saw that there were actually quite a few club members who had brought out their music stands and were practicing alone in the corridor.

As a result, they all stopped practicing and turned their attention over, wanting to understand what had happened.

Only Kuno Tachibana, a fearless first-year student, dared to come over and ask.

"Wow, it's a wind chime!" Kuno Tachibana almost jumped two steps forward, reaching out to fiddle with the metal tube.

Saito Harutori said with a tense face, "Kuno-senpai, this is none of your business."

"You disturbed my practice, isn't that my problem?"

Kuno Tachibana was still bending over, fiddling with the wind chimes, when she retorted without even glancing at her.

Saito Harutori simply ignored her and spoke directly to Amami Sou and the others:

"Move your instruments inside, and don't say those things again."

"Yes." The three of them immediately went into the music room and then hurriedly ran out.

Kuno Tachibana watched the three fleeing individuals, one hand clutching his trumpet, the other covering his lips, a mocking expression in his eyes, and said:

"Wow, that's the style of a minister."

"What do you mean?" Saito Harutori stared at him.

"Nothing~"

Kuno Tachibana, like a cat, lightly leaped behind Yukawa Sakurako, his shoes screeching against the ground.

"Actually, I wanted to ask when I joined the club: Minister Yukawa, is Vice Minister Saito your mother?"

"Huh?"

Sakurako could sense that her three-pronged whip was being manipulated by Tatsuka Kuno.

"No, that's impossible."

"Then why did Vice-Captain Saito act so presumptuously, just like a mother, even though you said you didn't want them to apologize..."

As Kuno Tachibana spoke, she picked up one of the braids, blinked her bright eyes, and said...

"Wow, this three-strand whip is so well woven! Did Senior Sister Chuan weave it herself? It looks like a cat's tail."

Yukawa Sakurako smiled bitterly:

"How could that be? It's my mom."

"Saito-senpai?"

"I've already told you, Qingniao isn't my mom!"

"Oh, that scared me to death." Kuno Tachibana raised the corners of his mouth and gave Saito Haruka a meaningful smile. "I thought it was Mom."

Both Kawa and Saito understood the implication of her words.

"You wicked woman! Hypocrite! You're meddling too much!"

Just then, the trumpet player, Yusuke, peeked out from the classroom doorway and called out to Kuno Tachibana:

"Kuno! Come over here and join in the chorus!"

"Yes~! Sir—!"

Kuno Tatsuka stood at attention and saluted while holding his trumpet, which made many members in the corridor laugh and instantly became the focus of attention.

After saying goodbye to the two, she ran into the practice room with her trumpet in her arms.

"Kuno-senpai, you're really charismatic," Yukawa Sakurako said with a gentle smile.

Saito Haruka, with one hand clasped to his chest, whispered to her:

"Sakurako, do you think I'm meddling too much?"

After a moment of stunned silence, Yukawa Sakurako put her hands behind her back, smiled at her, and said:

"I know Qingniao is thinking of me, and that's enough."

She did not give a precise answer to this.

"I'll register the new instruments for today. Haruno, go practice. Yuka is probably still waiting for you." Yukawa Sakurako said, stepping into the instrument management room.

"No.....

"Hmm?" She turned her head curiously to look at Saito Harutori, whose face looked somewhat depressed.

"Yuka is not in the bass classroom."

First Music Classroom.

"The latter half of the glissando here needs to be a little faster, and the volume a little lower..."

Yuka Isomoto nodded, readjusted her posture, and tried to continue playing, but was immediately interrupted by Hakuba Kitahara.

"Iso Gen-kun, why aren't you in the practice room with Captain Saito?"

It's not time for ensemble playing yet. Currently, we're having individual members practice and their parts practice, and we'll proceed with ensemble playing in two days.

During this period, all Kitahara Hakuba could do was provide guidance to each of the various voice parts.

“Well…” Yuka Isomoto hesitated for a moment, then her face stiffened. “Because I can’t play well, we can’t play together.”

"It's precisely because you're not playing well that you should play together. The two of you are the only ones playing the euphonium in Arrangement A, and you're responsible for the melodic transitions in the theme piece. Your coordination is crucial."

Kitahara Hakuba's eyes sharpened instantly, and Isomoto Yuka's whole body tensed up immediately. Every time he was serious, he could feel an irresistible aura.

"I'm sorry to have bothered you, Kitahara-sensei."

“I’m not afraid of bothering you. You’ve grown a lot already, so don’t worry about holding people back.”

Kitahara Hakuba tried his best to calm his tone.

"Isomoto, do you know about Shinomiya-sensei's music store?"

"Does Shinomiya-sensei own a music instrument shop?" Yuka Isomoto tilted her head in confusion, looking rather cute.

"I'll send you an address. You can come here tonight, and I'll teach you personally."

"really?"

“Of course it’s true,” Kitahara Hakuba said, “but I probably won’t teach you every day.”

"As long as Kitahara-sensei teaches me, I'm already very happy! I won't force the teacher to focus his attention solely on me!"

Yuka Isomoto looked at the address on her phone screen and smiled excitedly, as if she had found a treasure.

"I know how much my flesh can be sold for."

"What nonsense are you talking about? I didn't want your flesh." Kitahara Hakuba chuckled.

Yuka Isomoto blushed. She had always thought that Kitahara-sensei's smile was very beautiful, with a kind of innocent look despite being an adult.

In short, it's very appealing.

"Alright, go practice with Saito-kun." Kitahara Hakuba waved her away from the classroom.