"Next stop, Shigu Station, Shigu Station."

Kitahara Zae suddenly woke up and rushed out of the car with the instrument box in his arms. As soon as he stepped onto the platform, the tram door behind him was immediately closed.

"It's very dangerous."

She had just breathed a sigh of relief and came to her senses, and felt a sense of stuffiness again.

It's July, even at 7 o'clock in the morning, if you move a little harder, your body will feel uncomfortable.

Go to the music classroom quickly. Thinking of this, she walked out of the ticket gate and started climbing the hill.

The blowing department holiday practice ranges from 9 a.m. to 9 p.m., and she came two hours earlier than usual today.

The reason for doing this Kitahara Zaiyu lowered his head and the girl's legs extending from under the plaid pleated skirt were a bit thick.

Taking a deep breath, she ran away, and the hem of the pleated skirt rubbed her skin from time to time.

She rushed up the ramp in one breath and came to the campus gate. Walking past the tall oak trees, on the playground, the members of the sports club had not arrived yet, and the school was quiet and there was no one.

Very good! I am the first one!

Kitahara Zaihui clenched her fists secretly and must practice that section today.

Although she was so hot that she sweated quickly, her steps into the school building were very light. At this moment, a round, soft, calm and thick tone came from her head.

It's on the bass number.

Someone came earlier than themselves.

With curiosity, Kitahara Zaiyu quickly walked upstairs, the sound became clearer and clearer, echoing in every corridor of the school building.

When she arrived at the entrance of the fifth floor elevated corridor, she peeked outside and saw the third-grade senior Mai sitting on a steel pipe chair holding a shiny bass numeral.

Kitanohara Saei stared at her flexibly sliding fingers on the buttons, her slender and round legs under her pleated skirt, and her face naturally with beautiful eyebrows and eyes under her black hair.

Like the goddess of ice and snow in Kanone.

She really couldn't imagine what kind of boy could stand calmly next to her senior sister.

As for the boyfriend and husband who became the senior sister, she hugged the waist of such a perfect senior sister without any scruples and slept in the same bed every day. The excellent man of that level was beyond her imagination.

If I could become a person like tomorrow's senior, I would definitely not be humiliated yesterday.

Kitahara Hayasu took a deep breath, gave up his plan to go back to the music classroom to turn on the air conditioner, and walked towards Mai Tomorrow.

"Good morning, senior sister tomorrow."

The sound of the bass vocals stopped, and Mai Toyo nodded to her calmly.

"Will senior sister come so early every day tomorrow?" Kitahara Zaiyu put the instrument box on the ground.

"yes."

"So amazing! I can't get up at all!" She took out the saxophone, "Senior sister, let's practice together?"

"I'll go back to the classroom."

"Huh?! Did I bother you?!" Kitanohara Sae was so scared that she used honorific words.

"sun."

"Sun? What did you say?" After asking, Kitahara Saei realized, "What does senior sister mean is that the sun is getting bigger and it feels hot?"

“Can’t sweat.”

After Mai finished speaking tomorrow, she seemed to have already made it clear and headed towards the corridor.

Kitahara Sae looked at the saxophone in his hand, not knowing if he had heard it wrong for a moment.

Don't want to sweat?

The hot sun rose from Tokyo Bay, and the squeaking cicadas came from the atrium of the school building.

A drop of sweat flowed down her temples, slipped into the collar of her summer school uniform that she had just changed into today, and finally disappeared on the edge of her underwear.

Forget it, go back to the music classroom.

"Senior sister, wait for me!"

He didn't put the sax back, but took it in his hand and picked up the instrument box. Kitahara Hayasu ran to Mai's back.

At nine o'clock, everyone had arrived. After a long period of basic training, Watanabe Toru leisurely walked into the music classroom where the air was gradually becoming turbid.

When he changed into a short-sleeved summer shirt and school uniform, he looked very refreshing and had a sense of cleanliness of white sheets dried under the sun.

He was holding a whistle in his mouth, but he was not blowing any paragraph on the music score, but.

After he sat down in his position, Kiyono Rin looked around the classroom: "Today's plan, we will continue to play until we will perform regularly in the afternoon."

She ignored the wail of the minister and continued: "Start tuning."

"Yes." Niba Yuki wrapped his lips around the clarinet's mouthpiece.

"Wait a minute." Kiyono Rin interrupted her, "From today on the tuning, handing it over to the oboe."

The silence in the original classroom began to evolve towards silence.

A girl stood up: "Student Kiyono, everyone is used to tune with senior Niba, and there has been no problem. I don't think there is any need to replace people!"

"No matter what I did before, whether you are used to it or not, I only pursue the best." Kiyono Rin rejected the other party's request expressionlessly.

Toru Watanabe used a reed to blow the "bubble" long smug sound like a train whistle to the ceiling.

The girl sat down with a harsh sound from the steel pipe chair.

Kiyono Rin looked at Toru Watanabe who was sitting or not: "Let's start."

"Let you see it. Even if it is tuning, there is still a gap in strength." Watanabe Toru inserted the reed into the oboe, and blew it up on his own regardless of the expressions of others fighting him.

Unlike him who is annoying when talking, the high-pitched A-sounding sound played by Toru Watanabe has excellent penetration.

The forehead was like a heavy punch, and the oboe shocked the air and penetrated everyone's eardrums.

It is obvious that the same note is just reproduced, why is his performance so different?

How can that paralyzing sound be released?

Just as everyone was at a loss, the sound of the bass vocals suddenly sounded, it was Mai Tomorrow.

The oboe, with a bass numeral, tends to be consistent, and they are entangled in the summer music classroom where the air conditioning is turned on.

Then it's Bass, then the Bass Cello, then the Trombone

At the window entrance, there is someone's transparent kettle, and the tea inside is vibrated up and down by the neat musical instruments. The slightly undulating waves reflect various colors of the sunlight outside the window.

Rin Kiyono raised his hand and signaled that it was OK.

"Oh" a long sigh, everyone put down their instruments and looked at them.

I saw Toruma Watanabe wipe the reed "no one can beat".

The little bit of admiration that just rose in my heart was instantly covered by anger, without waiting for them to react.

“One, two, one, two, three, four.”

As Rin Kiyono waved his baton, the drum began to beat the beat, and then the main theme of the copper tube and wood tube

Same as yesterday.

It is obviously an ensemble, but as long as the oboe makes a sound, it becomes a solo.

Not to mention the audience, even the players like them will subconsciously listen to the wonderful tone of the oboe in the sound of a group of musical instruments.

"stop."

Rin Kiyono put down his baton, fell into deep thought, and then suddenly raised his head: "Class Kitahara."

Tsuku Watanabe twisted his body and blew the sound of "cloth" with a reed to Kitahara Zaihui.

Other oboe musicians will not move reeds once the sound is adjusted.

Because it is slightly deeper or lighter, and the sound is emitted in the ears of professionals, it will be very different.

For example, Rikiko Sato, a former oboe musician in the Blowing Department, will never take it off after adjusting the notes unless it needs to be cleaned.

It's good that Watanabe Shiraki took it down as a whistle if you have something to do.

"At." Kitahara Zaiyu lowered his head and responded slowly amid the sarcasm of the reed.

The classroom was in a torment of quietness, and everyone knew that after Rin Kiyono finished speaking, this innocent girl would be ridiculed by the opposite sex again.

"Please practice to be able to blow out the level you just now at any time."

The sound of the reed ended abruptly.

Kitahara Zae'e suddenly raised her head, her lips slightly opened, staring at Rin Kiyono in disbelief.

"Did you hear it?" Kiyono Rin forced her over with cold eyes.

Excited tears were circling in his eyes, and Kitahara Zai's feelings were about to erupt like a volcano.

"yes!"

"Small trumpet, it's more neat"
To be continued...