The lights that were extinguished on the auditorium stage light up again, and there was a boy with a punk outfit in the middle and tied with small braids.

"Huh."

Akane Kirino, who had already gotten up and was about to leave, stopped to look at it for a while.

Accompanied by a burst of percussion, the lights on the stage also flashed.

【Hey, yo!

Look at me, baby!

Are you wondering about the meaning of this world?

Do you still have doubts about life?

In fact, the book contains the answers to all the questions.

But I don't have time to study hard.

I want to escape from this era that does not belong to me,

Searching for the real stage in my heart,

It’s not tomorrow, nor the future, it’s now!

Hey, yo!

...】

"What... What a strange rap."

Akane Kirino couldn't help but smile, and found it interesting again, so she sat down and watched the performance.

After the opening ceremony, not many people were left here. She looked around and saw that most of the people in Class B had been exposed, and there were not many people in Class A next to her.

"The next is the song "The Wind of Provence" brought by Dangao Blowing Musical Club."

The girl who was reporting the show disappeared behind the curtain, and then several executive committee staff came to place folding stools. Then a large group of musical staff took the instruments to the stage.

"It's so slow."

Akane Kirino waited for a while, and the members of the blowing music club were still adjusting and preparing, so she got up and went out.

“Um…”

When she came to the outdoors, the dazzling light made her squint.

Following the corridor to the atrium, Akane Kirino stopped, "There are so many people."

The school festival has opened. Not only Dangao's students, but many people from outside the school have also come to wander in the atrium with various stalls.

Today is still Friday, and until tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, there will only be more people.

Turning on the Academy Festival manual in his hand, Akane Kirino glanced and closed it.

There are too many choices, and she wants to go and see wherever she wants, so she might as well start shopping nearby.

"Let's start walking in the atrium."

Snap goldfish, water balloons, shooting, or fried noodles stalls seem to be standard for all celebrations in Japan, even the academy festivals are no exception, and many of them are run by people outside the school.

Should I charge the stall fee?

Akane Kirino looked at it and thought, and walked through the atrium without much intention to stay.

After walking around for a while, I arrived at the special building. The vocal club set up a temporary stage next to the entrance and exit, and there were two rows of small stools in front.

She walked over and said, "Can you sit here?"

"Of course, this is the audience." A second-year girl signaled her to sit down at will, "You are here at the right time. Our performance is about to begin."

“That’s great ~”

Akane Kirino sat down on the small stool in the front row.

There were four men, four women and eight members in the performance, standing on the red carpet in separate stations and standing on the red carpet. The senior sister who had just spoken to her looked over: "The first song, "Walking forward with your head up."

“Huh?”

She looked around and saw the seats next to each other and behind her were empty, "Is this the beginning? Is it the only one?"

The senior sister just smiled slightly, suddenly snapped her fingers and took a breath.

【Up toward ⁄Ｆ ⁓ ⁆

(Look up and strode upward)

Tears

(To prevent tears from falling)

Thoughts on the spring day

(Recalling spring)

One person's night

(Lonely night)

Fortunately, the clouds are on the top

(Happiness is on the cloud)

Fortunately, the empty upper

(Happiness is above the sky)]

(Sakamoto Jiu·"Walking forward with his head held high")

“…”

Akane Kirino blinked and opened her mouth to listen.

Without any accompaniment, the members of the vocal club sang with their heads held high and were completely involved.

After singing the song, many applause suddenly sounded behind her, and she realized that there were people standing around her.

“It sounds so nice!”

After coming back to his senses, Akane Kirino also applauded.

The members of the Vocal Club bowed and then paused for a moment, and sang the second song in a cappella.

“运命的儿ーレッ卜迴して

ずっと君を见ていた——”

(The wheel of destiny keeps spinning and I keep waiting for you)

Immersed in the singing, Akane Kirino sat in the auditorium of the vocal club for more than ten minutes before being attracted by the conversation between the two boys walking by.

"I thought archery was simple... I realized that it was not the case at all when I got it."

"People in the Bowdo Department practice every day, and there is no way to guarantee that they will hit every shot."

"But I still think it's very handsome."

"That's right."

Akane Kirino looked down and flipped through the Academy Festival manual, and soon found the Gudao Department.

"Do you try archery and experience the fun of bowing..."

She decided to go and have a look.

After passing through the special building and following the corridor to the dojo of the Gudao. Akane Kirino looked into her head and was noticed by a member of the Gudao and invited her in.

"Do you want to try it?"

"OK."

"Wear this first."

"Is this...a breast protection?"

"Yes. Otherwise, I'll be hit here by the bowstring."

The girl from the bow department helped her put on her breast protection, then gave her a bamboo bow, and then walked aside to demonstrate.

"The eight chapters of shooting method, the first step is to step on foot."

She walked to the shooting position and stepped on her feet.

Seeing that Akane Kirino learned to imitate, she demonstrated the second step.

"The second step is to construct the body."

Imitate it step by step until the seventh step "Leave" that Akane Kirino shot the arrow in her hand as she wished.

Whoosh!

"Wow, I've been beaten! Hahaha!"

Although he failed to hit the bull's eye, he did not off the target. As a beginner, Akane Kirino was very satisfied with this.
To be continued...