The daily life of Buddhist texts

"I do not know."

"Don't add modal particles when speaking," Nishinomiya Yuzuru blinked, "That would be cute."

After the animation club's performance was over, it was finally time for the blowing club's performance.

Gen Oreki already understood the big move they were talking about.

Seeing the white-haired Mr. who took the lead, Oreki Gen gradually lowered his body a little.

"What's wrong." Nishinomiya Yuzuru poked the sunken boy with his finger.

"Just in case." Geno Oreki replied.

Chapter 199 Chapter 198 Just in case

Zongwu Gao's performance department is very famous, and this reputation is earned through hard work.

Won the gold medal in the national competition.

The national competition can be regarded as the highest level non-professional wind music competition in the island country, and its gold content is very high.

If you want to participate in the national competition, you must go through the provincial assembly and the regional assembly. Only by winning the gold medal and being selected as a representative in these two assemblies can you move forward.And some schools won gold medals but were not selected as representatives. Such gold medals are also called waste gold.

Each region can only select three schools, and Chiba City Sobu High School will be selected as a representative to participate in the national competition every year.

Therefore, the strength of the performance department is beyond doubt.

but.

No matter how strong a school is, there is no chance of inviting Taichi Sakamoto, right?

There is no need to repeat the influence of Sakamoto Taiichi.

The white-haired old man wearing gold-rimmed glasses was wearing his favorite tuxedo, holding a baton, and standing gracefully in front of the stage.

Who invited it?

Is the principal of Sobu High an old acquaintance with Mr. Taichi Sakamoto?

I remember that Taichi Sakamoto also came to Sobu Kokai lectures before.

However, the students couldn't figure it out even though they tried their best. Taichi Sakamoto actually came here on his own initiative, and the reason was not elaborated.

At that time, the principal of Zongwu High was stunned for a while before he realized it.

At this moment, the members of the Sobu High Performance Department who looked nervous on the stage were a little at a loss when facing the super godfather of the music industry. Although they had received the news before and were asked to keep it secret, when they actually saw Sakamoto For a moment, his body and spirit tensed at the same time, and the expression on his face seemed to be covered with paste.

Sakamoto Taiichi had a kind face, and he was signaling everyone to relax with a smile.

He is not only a pianist with extraordinary skills, a master composer and arranger, but also an orchestra conductor!

In the orchestra, the most central position is the conductor.

Although in the eyes of laymen, the various movements and expressions of the conductor are unclear and look like performance art, but to the insiders, a top conductor is equivalent to the brain of the orchestra, like the engine of a bicycle.It can perfectly control the field and affect the rhythm, speed, atmosphere, emotion, etc. of the orchestra. It is necessary to control each part to achieve the desired effect and adjust the sound balance.

Different conductors produce different works.

And Taichi Sakamoto's style is absolute order.

If a player's intonation is wrong, Taichi Sakamoto will immediately give eye cues, use the baton and gestures to keep him in line with the orchestra.

This kind of difficulty is basically the same as making a voice call in a bar that moves every time.

Absolute sense of hearing is required.

"No way...Mr. Sakamoto?" Some students clearly recognized the legendary figure.

Taichi Sakamoto turned his head with a smile and greeted the student.

This move immediately caused exclamations from the audience.

"Oh my god! Real man! Could it be that Mr. Sakamoto is an honorary alumnus of our school?"

"Don't be stupid, if our school has an alumni like Mr. Sakamoto, there must be a stone statue carved at the school gate."

"Then why did he come to our school's school festival! Our school's performance club can invite such a big man?"

"How would I know, I'm just an ordinary high school student."

Sakamoto Tai was not moved by the audience's reaction, but scanned the audience with soft eyes, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly covered up by good expression management.

The audience waved at Taiichi Sakamoto one after another. Some students put their hands in their pockets and seemed to be hesitating, but out of respect for the old man, they held back.

"You can also take pictures. This is not a concert, but a school festival for the students." Taichi Sakamoto said kindly.

This sentence immediately won everyone's favor.

Approachable and talented, who doesn't love such a person.

"But when you play later, please don't make any noise." Taichi Sakamoto added.

"Understood Mr. Sakamoto!"

"Of course! We are all good boys with good manners!"

"Mr. Sakamoto, I want to be your dog!"

The auditorium was silent for a moment.

"Wait, who yelled that sentence just now?"

"not me."

"It's not me either."

Taiyi Sakamoto maintained his demeanor when the students were ill. He looked up and scanned the auditorium on the second floor, only seeing a pair of cold eyes.

After giving the other party a meaningful look, he turned to face the members of the playing department.

Without any opening remarks, the lights in the auditorium dimmed immediately, leaving only a few beams of light on the stage, shining on the positions of the various voices.

Taichi Sakamoto waved his baton lightly.

The performance of the brass section begins.

The audience in the audience quietly enjoyed "Song of the Sailor and the Sea" conducted by Taiichi Sakamoto.

Trumpet and cornet, French horn and marching horn, euphonium and euphonium, tuba trombone and euphonium, etc., all kinds of wind instruments cooperate with each other, intertwined under the command of Taichi Sakamoto. A section of moving melody.

The second floor of the auditorium.

Oreki Gen still stretched his body.

Yuzuru Nishinomiya looked down at him.

The light was dim, and the emerald green pupils could only be vaguely seen.

"Sergeant Nishinomiya, report the situation ahead." Gen Oreki stared at the ceiling of the auditorium.

Nothing on the ceiling.

"What." Yuzuru Nishinomiya replied while watching the performance.

There was no one around the two of them, and the audience was all gathered below, and some were even standing.

Something is not right. It stands to reason that the auditorium on the second floor has a wider view and can see the entire stage completely. Compared with the close seats, it also has certain advantages, but why no one comes up.

"Can you stop talking halfway?" Nishinomiya Yuzuru tapped Oreki Gently on the forehead with his fingers.

Oreki Gen came back to his senses and said, "What is Mr. Sakamoto doing?"

Yuzuru Nishinomiya was silent for a moment, "Commander."

"Where are you looking?"

"The wind section."

"so."

"Do you know?" Nishimiya Yuzuru asked.

"Ah."

"good relationship."

"Ah."

Nishinomiya Yuzuru looked up at Taichi Sakamoto who was conducting gracefully on the stage, staring straight at the pale hair on the back of his head, and asked, "Grandpa?"

"No blood relationship."

"Then why are you hiding?"

"I have a hunch." Gen Oreki said.

"What premonition?" Nishinomiya Yuzuru asked.

"If I let him see my current state," Geno Oreki thought for a while, and said with some uncertainty, "I might be dragged onto the stage by random excuses."

"You can show off." Nishinomiya Yuzuru reminded.

"The same goes for belly dancing."

"The impact is different." Yuzuru Nishinomiya glanced at him, "Of course you can dance too."

Chapter 200 Chapter 199 High Hopes

"Where did you get this thing?" Yukinoshita Yukino said in a puzzled tone.

Hikigaya Hachiman in front of her was holding yellow stickers and blocking the entrance to the auditorium on the second floor one by one.

"Under renovation, no entry."

But Yukinoshita Yukino soon realized, and followed Hikigaya Hachiman to act.

Yuigahama Yui next to him was dumbfounded.

"What are the two of them doing?" Yuigahama Yui quietly asked Isiroha next to her.

Yi Caiyu was expressionless, as if he had long been accustomed to the abnormal behavior of the two seniors in the service department.