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

Chapter 65 Conflict finally broke out
The next morning, it was time to practice the ensemble again.

In the concert hall, students came one after another and walked into the team.

"I started training again, so tired."

"Woke up this morning with a sore hand."

"Ms. Hirakawa may have taken too much care. I still like the performance section where only Mr. Ogasa was there before."

"But, it's also for the National Gold Award."

"Hey...it's not that easy."

"Because it's not easy, you have to train harder."

"That's what I said, but it's really tiring."

"That's right, I'm exhausted."

"I don't want to train anymore."

"Okay, stop, Mr. Hirakawa and Mr. Xiaoli are here."

The whispers were silenced.

Shiori Shinohara also looked away, and looked towards the door of the concert hall, and Mr. Hirakawa and Mr. Ogasa came in.

Currently, there are roughly two voices in the wind section.

The first type, such as her, such as the minister, has her own firm goal and is determined to work hard for the national gold medal. Even without the intervention of Mr. Hirakawa, she usually trains hard.

The second type is those students who are unwilling to train hard, complaining why Teacher Hirakawa suddenly intervened, and miss the time when Teacher Xiaoli trained easily.

In fact, there is a third type, but these people did not make a sound, they are the silent majority, they are the current mainstream of the performance department, and they are also the normal state of most students——

If the teacher asks for hard training, then train hard, and if the teacher is not around, then occasionally slack off, and for Mr. Hirakawa's intervention, it is more harmless to complain, or "Since it is the teacher's request, just obey it." "Such an indifferent attitude.

However, although the existence of the second type of students is a minority, when faced with many things, the willingness to express dissatisfaction is stronger than the willingness to express support.

Because dissatisfaction is a negative emotion, it will make people more willing to talk and speak out.

It was for this reason that although the dissatisfied voice was not loud, it was so harsh that it made the atmosphere of the entire wind section worse.

Without exception, the ensemble this morning came to an end in such a bad "silent questioning"-the so-called silent questioning, that is because it is difficult for them as students to oppose the teacher face to face, but in fact, that attitude is not I can tell.

But it won't last long in this state.

Shiori Shinohara knew that such dissatisfaction would always erupt.

Hirakawa Zhewen also knows.

He even said that he has been waiting for the outbreak of these students.

The outbreak of conflicts does not mean that it must be a bad thing, on the contrary, in many cases, this outbreak provides a way to solve the problem.

Only when the problem is exposed can we proceed to solve it - if all the contradictions are covered up like Shinohara's mother did, then it will be really troublesome.

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After the morning playing practice, it's time for a break again, until two o'clock in the afternoon, and the part-part practice begins again.

And during this period of time, far away from Hirakawa Tetsufumi and Ogasa Suzukiko, complaints and complaints spread unsurprisingly among the flute section group.

"We've been training for over a day."

"It's okay, there's only one day left."

"The question is, why? Forget it, Mr. Xiaoli, why is that Mr. Hirakawa? Why does he ask us?"

"Because he is the instructor."

"What did he guide? Teacher Xiaoli is the one who guides us, and we are the ones who train hard."

"This... isn't the logic right? The teacher didn't say that he must train with us. We are the ones who want the national gold medal. This is our goal."

"National Gold Medal?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Under the guidance of Teacher Xiaoli, we can easily enter the national competition. I think we are very good, right? Why are we competing for the almost impossible gold medal?"

"Almost impossible? As long as you train hard, it will be possible."

"Those strong wind music schools are not decorations. Besides, why do they have to get a gold medal? I think I will be satisfied if I can enter the national competition."

"This……"

"..."

Such a voice began to sound from a corner that Hirakawa Tetsuwen could not hear.

Moreover, the dissatisfaction of these second groups continued to intensify with the prolongation of training time.

"Training, training, training, enough is enough!"

In the evening, before the ensemble by Tetsufumi Hirakawa and Suzuki Ogasa arrived, on the stage of the concert hall, someone finally yelled out their dissatisfaction, and the score in his hand slapped hard to the ground with a "snap".

All the conversations at the scene were interrupted, and everyone looked in the direction of the voice in surprise.

"Student Ueki?" The head of the village on duty also stood up.

"I don't want to train anymore."

Squeezing the flute in his hand, Ueki looked at the serious village head who came up to her, and said.

"Why?" asked the head of the village.

"I'm tired, I can't practice anymore." Ueki looked at the music score on the ground.

"Then take a rest."

"Useless."

"Why is this again?"

"Why? I have to ask Mr. Hirakawa who doesn't do anything but meddles in other people's business."

"Ueki-san, this kind of talk is too much."

"Did you say something wrong?" Ueki looked at the minister.

"Yes." The minister nodded.

"Where is wrong?"

"He is the instructor, and it is his responsibility to supervise and manage our training."

"Then why didn't it show up last year, and somehow ran out this year?"

"Teacher Hirakawa should have his own reasons."

"Heh." Ueki laughed mockingly, looked at the students around him, and said, "Actually, you all have some guesses—"

"Student Ueki, be careful." The minister wanted to stop her.

However, it cannot be stopped.

"That Mr. Hirakawa just wanted to get credit, right?"

"..."

There was silence all around.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi didn't have much prestige among the students in the performance department. Presumably, except for the minister, no one would refute a third-year senior for him on this occasion.

Under everyone's silent gaze, Ueki-san stood there.

However, not as everyone guessed, no one made a sound about it.

In the crowd, the girl came out holding a trumpet.

"I said, I don't care how you vent your dissatisfaction. However, if you want to smear Teacher Pingchuan because of this, what qualifications do you have?"

Shiori Shinohara stood up, looking straight at the so-called senior without flinching.

She glanced at her.

"you again?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Senior—"

"Oh? Is it going to start again? Senior?" The ridicule at the corner of Shiori Shinohara's mouth was the strongest when he spit out the word "senior".

"..." Ueki swallowed, staring fiercely at Shiori Shinohara in front of him, "What do you want?"

"It's not what I want, but what you want?"

"I just want to ask, that Mr. Hirakawa, why should he give pointers to our training?"

"You are trash." Shiori Shinohara mocked unceremoniously.

Ueki was stunned for a moment, "How dare you—"

"Why don't I dare?" Shiori Shinohara said contemptuously, "Is there anything you can't say to people like you who started to complain when they started to strengthen their training, and even discredited the teacher because of it?"

"The goal of the National Gold Award was obviously set from the very beginning, but now? Have you forgotten? So what's wrong with the training?"

"—what does it matter to him?"

"Why don't you close it? Seeing a student like you, why can't Teacher Pingchuan intervene as an instructor?"

"Again? A student like me? What's wrong with me?"

"I started to be self-satisfied just after winning the bronze medal, and abandoned the goal of the national gold medal, and comforted myself, 'The national gold medal is nothing, it is already great to be able to enter the national competition'-using this reason to comfort myself, there is no Poor little bitch."

Shinohara Shiori straightened her long hair and put on a very ironic smile.

"Ah."

"you--"

"what happened?"

The male teacher's voice suddenly sounded in the concert hall.

Ueki's voice was forced to swallow back.

Everyone looked towards the door, where Hirakawa Tetsuwen walked in unhurriedly.

　Recently, I have been updating the underworld, and I am going to get rid of the jet lag.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)