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

Chapter 70 On the way back, the sound of wind blowing sounded
May [-]th, today is the last day of the camp.

In the morning, like the previous two days, it was still an intense and exciting ensemble practice.

But it can be seen that Mr. Xiaoli is probably a little out of shape today.Even though Hirakawa Zhewen comforted her last night, she was still a little concerned about the students leaving group a and entering group b.

In fact, it can be seen from ordinary practice that Xiaoli Suzuki is a teacher who "excessively" cares about the feelings of students. The current state is within expectations. I hope she can recover from the short break after the end of the camp. .

Another bad news is that not only Mr. Xiaoli, but also the entire ensemble of Group A has a little problem.

The reason is that Group B did not participate in this ensemble, but went to train by itself.

And in Group B... Hirakawa Tetsufumi said last night when discussing with Ogasa Suzuki that many of Group B are third graders.

The pressure of academics, the satisfaction after qualifying for the national competition for two consecutive years, and understanding the gap in strength with other strong playing schools, and the out-of-reach of the national gold medal... All these reasons make eight of the third-year students in Group B pregnancy.

The third graders have practiced the longest and are generally stronger. Their withdrawal is indeed a loss to the current playing department.

But there is no way, as you can see from the performance department two days ago, if these third graders with the strongest voice are allowed to stay in group a, it will be a blow to the practice atmosphere of the entire performance department.

This kind of blow will be long-lasting, and it will even affect the chances of the wind instrument department to win the national gold medal in the future.

Besides, since they no longer aim for the national gold medal, then they should respect the wishes of the students.

So even though there will be a decline in strength in the short term, for the sake of long-term planning, Hirakawa Tetsuwen still made such a move last night.

And he also believes that time will give the answer.

Now, Moritani's flute department, which has unified its goals, will definitely gradually recover its strength after hard training, until it surpasses the previous one.

Hirakawa Tetsubun listened quietly, the sound of the ensemble reverberated and lingered in his ears, lingering for a long time.

In the forest under the blue sky, the birds circled, and finally, they flew towards the clear sky and disappeared.

"The goal is—"

"National Gold Award!"

The last uniform slogan sounded, marking the end of the three-day and two-night camp.

Three in the afternoon.

"Minister, roll call."

"Yes."

Just like when I came here, the head of the village took orders and faced the students.

"All the ministers roll their names."

Shortly after.

"Ms. Hirakawa, Mr. Ogasa, the 73 members of the performance department have arrived."

"Students, check it one last time to see if there are any missing items."

"Are you sure? Okay, like the group before, get in the car."

Students get on the bus one by one.

Finally, when Hirakawa Tetsubun got on the bus, there was still Shiori Shinohara next to the only empty seat left.

"Teacher Hirakawa."

Looking at the girl on the seat who greeted him, he was not surprised at all.

"Student Shinohara."

After nodding to say hello, he sat down calmly, and a familiar sweet fragrance came from the tip of his nose.

After that, after sitting firmly, with the roar of the engine, the three buses started to set off.

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Even on the way back, there were still the voices of classmates who couldn't stop talking, Shiori Shinohara still held the music score in her hand, and flipped through it from time to time.

The increasingly hot air in Lixia blows into the car through the gap of the car window, blowing up the hair and gently rubbing against the cheek.

a little itchy.

So, I stretched out my hand to tidy up the ends of my hair. As a result, without the pressure of my hand, the spread music was blown by the wind, and several pages were suddenly turned over until it was completely closed.

Hirakawa Tetsubun, who was attracted by this sound, glanced aside.

The co-written score was lifted by the wind, exposing the girl's white thighs to the sun, and in his sight.

"..."

Hirakawa Tetsufumi silently moved his gaze away again.

Shinohara Shiori, who noticed this small movement, showed a little smile at the corner of her mouth, and immediately restrained herself.

Put down your hand, put down a little skirt that blows up, and press it down with the score.

My heart can no longer calm down, and it is meaningless to look at the music score again.

"Teacher Hirakawa."

She looked at him.

"Yes, what's the matter."

Tetsubun Hirakawa was still staring at the windshield ahead, and could see another bus carrying Moritani students driving slowly a few meters away.

Shinohara Shiori was looking for a topic.

"What do you think of this joint camp?"

"view?"

"Ah."

"This kind of question is a bit sudden. In terms of opinion, um..."

Hirakawa Tetsubun, who was staring at the front, opened his head, then lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

Shinohara Shiori wasn't in a hurry, she just looked at the people around her, with the corners of her mouth curled up, waiting for an answer that was completely insignificant in comparison.

After a long time, Shiori Shinohara, who was in a trance, finally got a response from his eyes.

Probably having come up with the answer, Hirakawa Tetsufu turned around and looked directly at her.

It was mixed with the sound of the wind blowing in from outside the window, the voices of classmates behind him, and the faint sound of musical instruments playing.

"Many problems have been exposed, but the biggest problem has also been solved, making the sound of the flute part unified—this should be the biggest gain of this co-sleeping."

"A unified voice?"

"Hmm. Even I can tell that Shinohara-san is definitely better. The ensemble this morning is a little bit lower than the ensemble yesterday and the day before yesterday. But—"

Hirakawa Tetsubun's voice was full of confidence.

"I think the goal of unity from top to bottom is more powerful than short-term strength."

In my ear, the faint sound of wind blowing from outside the window became louder, to the point where I couldn't ignore it.

The voices in the bus stopped quickly.

"This is, the forest under the blue sky?!"

After a while, the sound of playing gradually became clearer, and the students immediately recognized the piece of music that they had practiced for a long time.

Shinohara Shiori also listened attentively: "Flute, piccolo, clarinet...there should be oboes."

These are instruments that are easy to carry with you.

"It's the classmate in front."

Some students discovered the source of the sound.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi also looked ahead, the slow bus, the melody of the forest came from there.

Shiori Shinohara opened the closed sheet music, turned a few pages, and stopped.

Then, she stretched out her hand again, pressed the car window, and wanted to open it.

After trying several times, it won't open.

The girl looked at the teacher beside her.

Hirakawa Tetsubun smiled, leaned over his body, put his hands on the car window, and forcefully——

"call--"

The wind suddenly became stronger and poured into the compartment.

The girl next to her blew the music score in her hand again, and the long hair on her shoulders was also blown towards him.

The tip of his hair rubbed against his side face, and the tip of his nose was lingering with the girl's sweetness.

In the ear, the familiar tune suddenly became clearer.

The students opened the windows one by one.

Afterwards, the melodious tune also sounded on the bus.

"This is probably the unified voice."

Facing the girl's eyes, Hirakawa Tetsubun said in a low voice.

Shinohara Shiori looked at him, and then glanced out of the window.

There is no trumpet in his hand, but his fingers are still pressing the rhythm that has been practiced thousands of times.

"The car behind is also making noise."

I don't know when, suddenly a classmate said.

The melody blew all the way.

(End of this chapter)