I work as a teacher at a girls' school in Tokyo

Chapter 40 Resounding Solos in the Piano Section (for further reading)

The rising sun rises into the sky, pushing the time to noon, and in the following time, it gradually falls towards the other side of the skyline.

In the afternoon, the sun still belongs to the "sun" rather than the "sunset", and there is no colorful glow in the clouds.

At this time, with the ringing of the school bell... 10 minutes later.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi walked out of the office.

It's no use going to the wind section too early, is it?Everyone is not here, it is better to go a little later.

Walking up the connecting corridor to the club building, at this time, there is no one around, those who should go home have already gone home, and those who should go to the activity room have already gone.

The shouts on the playground began to echo in my ears again as if they would never stop.

Hirakawa Tetsuwen walked through the long corridor, entered the club building, and reached the fifth floor.

At the moment when I walked out of the stairwell, across the concert hall, I suddenly heard some kind of blowing sound, it was a solo.

With Hirakawa Tetsuwen's knowledge of musical instruments, he couldn't tell what kind of musical instrument it was.

What is the approximate number?

he does not know.

However, he still subconsciously slowed down.

Even a layman can hear that the sound of playing in the ear is loud, clear and high-pitched, as if it has turned into tangible sound waves and blows towards the face.

Under the impact of this sound, Hirakawa Tetsufumi walked to the door of the concert hall.When he put his hand on the closed door of the concert hall, he hesitated to push in, whether it would disturb this solo.

But obviously he was thinking too much.

The loud and shocking music will not be affected by the mere opening of the door.

When he gently opened the door of the concert hall, the music lost its barrier, just like a horse that let go of the rein and can gallop on the grassland, it came rushing.

The ear was completely occupied by this kind of sound, and there was no trace of the never-ending shouts on the playground, let alone the sound of the door opening.

Intense, sharp timbre, piercing the air, irresistibly covering all sounds except it.

The player is still playing solo ecstatically.

The audience is still intoxicated by this sound.

No one noticed him coming.

The sound of blowing continuously echoed in this exquisitely decorated concert hall, turning the place into a silent jungle.

And in this silent forest created by the soloist, the high-pitched cry of the lark broke through the barriers of trees and resounded throughout.

Straight to the sky.

……

……

The song is over.

The forest is gradually collapsing.

In front of the eyes, in the field of vision, the figures of members of the performance department of the concert hall emerged one by one.

But no one spoke, no one even made any extra movements, just sat.

Everyone looked at the girl standing in the center.

She has long hair and holds her instrument in brilliant gold.

Her delicate face was stained with a drop of sweat, with hair sticking to it, and her face was also a little red.

The lark, which was singing high-pitched before, also showed a little tiredness at this moment.

She panted lightly, so in this quiet concert hall, even this pleasant panting sound spread to the distant wall and entered everyone's ears.

Afterwards, in the silence, the girl withdrew her breath and bowed lightly.

"Teacher Hirakawa."

"..."

The silent scene, the stagnant time, the heart beating again, and the breathing that couldn't help but put it away for fear of disturbing the performer also emerged at this moment.

The audience, who were intoxicated by the performance, all looked towards the direction where the girl bowed and towards the door.

Hirakawa Tetsuwen: "..."

As a teacher who has been teaching for many years, I don't know how long it has been since I felt flustered under the gaze of the students.

But now, my mind is flying away with the sound of the playing, and before I can take it back, I suddenly meet this kind of baptism like a waterfall of eyes, and I really feel a little flustered for a long time.

It reminded him of the first time he stepped onto the podium and faced 56 faces.

But only for a moment.

After years of experience, he regained his mind in an instant.

"Shinohara-san, everyone, hello."

Shiori Shinohara briefly smiled silently like a dragonfly touching water, then sat down lightly, and stretched out her hands to straighten her somewhat messy long hair.

Hirakawa Tetsubun also looked away from her.

Shinohara-san, you are really amazing.

Even he can hear the solo just now, the level is definitely not low.

Feeling so emotional, he turned his gaze to Teacher Xiaoli who was standing in front of the crowd.

Facing her slightly surprised gaze, Hirakawa Zhewen just nodded slightly, and then retreated to the corner, indicating that he was just here to listen like last week.

Teacher Xiaoli obviously received such a message, so he clapped his hands and attracted all eyes.

"Everyone."

"What do you think of Shinohara-san's solo?"

"Pretty good, huh?"

"Learn from Shinohara-san."

"Okay, let's start practicing."

"From verse 23."

"..."

——The dividing line of practice——

Hirakawa Tetsubun was listening and observing.

This week's practice in the playing section is still as relaxed and enjoyable as last week, and the communication between Mr. Xiaoli and the students is also extremely harmonious.It seems that last week was no accident.

Also, Hirakawa Zhewen discovered something very strange.

Among the members of the performance department, there was a girl who kept looking towards the corner where he was for some reason, which made Hirakawa Tetsubun extremely puzzled, and even turned on the front camera of the mobile phone to take a picture of his own face, which had nothing but a handsome face.

Business as usual, nothing of note.

Why does this girl keep looking at him?And I feel that her eyes are very strange, at least it is definitely not admiration or admiration.

It's more like Hirakawa Tetsubun's former high school, after encountering scandals, his classmates looked at him from time to time.

Fortunately, after Teacher Xiaoli called her name, she restrained herself and stopped looking at him.

Hirakawa Zhewen also remembered her address.

"Takao-san."

But this was just a small episode, and Hirakawa Zhewen didn't take this matter to heart for long.

After the relaxed and pleasant practice of the performance section, among the students who left the concert hall, Tetsufumi Hirakawa stopped Suzuki Ogasa who was about to leave.

"Teacher Ogasa."

"What's the matter, Teacher Hirakawa?"

Teacher Xiaoli, who was wearing huge gold-rimmed glasses, turned his head to look at him. Due to the range of movement, the glasses that seemed out of size even slid down a bit, so Teacher Xiaoli had to lift the frame on the right with his index finger.

"Can you stay here for a while? I have something I want to talk to Teacher Xiaoli."

"Is that so?" Teacher Xiaoli looked up at him with some doubts, but nodded solemnly, "Okay."

"But before that, I want to talk to Shinohara-san first, and I may have to trouble you to wait."

"it's alright."

Teacher Xiaoli said softly, then turned around and walked to the side of the concert hall, stood beside him, looking at him with curious eyes.

And Hirakawa Tetsufumi, at this moment, has already looked at Shinohara Shiori who consciously stayed and walked towards him.

It's time to solve the problem of the wind section.

(End of this chapter)