The daily life of Buddhist texts

"Thank you!" someone yelled suddenly.

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

"Thank you Mr. Sakamoto!"

"I'm really happy today! Thank you Mr. Sakamoto for playing!"

"Sakamoto-san, I want... I want to give you that!"

"Which one is that? Do you still want to be a dog?"

"Sakamoto-san, I like you!"

Some students hurriedly uploaded the videos they had just recorded to Twitter and Youtube.

Sakamoto Taiichi smiled, then touched his pocket, bowed slightly to the audience off the court, and said without changing his expression: "Pick up the phone."

There was a commotion in the audience.

Then he turned and went backstage, turned on the Line, thought for a while, and immediately turned around and made a gesture to tell the performance department members who were about to leave not to leave in a hurry.

Then Taichi Sakamoto came to the stage, picked up the microphone, and politely asked the management staff in the audience: "Sorry, can you give me another 10 minutes."

The tone was very gentle, as if to say that it was okay to refuse.

But will anyone really say no?

Yishishiyu nodded quickly and said it was okay.

Anyway, there is only the last club performance left in the afternoon, so it doesn't matter if there is a little delay.

And the Guitar Club had no opinion at all, and even agreed with Taichi Sakamoto's request with both hands, saying that it would be fine to delay it for a year.

After getting the permission, Taiichi Sakamoto went to the backstage and hurriedly didn't know what to do, while the musicians on the stage looked nervous, leaving a lot of room for the audience off the stage to imagine.

"Hey? Is there any more? I really seem to have made a lot of money today!"

"Two 10 minutes... What is Mr. Sakamoto going to do?"

"Everyone who looks at the performance department seems to be very nervous. Could it be that Mr. Sakamoto thinks that our performance department is a talent for development, and is there a temporary exam? If you pass it, you can recommend an international quota?"

"How is it possible, how can the playing department have such a big face."

"Your imagination is too rich."

"Then what is this going to do?"

"I do not know!"

There was a lot of discussion.

10 minute later.

In the auditorium on the second floor, Yuzuru Nishinomiya poked Gen Oreki who was about to fall asleep with his finger, "Mr. Sakamoto really went to write."

Oreki Gen came back from a half-dream and half-awake state, picked up his phone and glanced at it, "Well, I've finished writing."

Arrange a symphony score in 10 minutes.

Is this something carbon-based organisms can do?

But Nishinomiya Yuzuru didn't worry about this, but asked, "Where are people?"

She glanced at the stage, but did not find Taichi Sakamoto.

There were only a group of flustered members of the performance department.

"Print the sheet music," Gen Oreki explained, "and distribute it to everyone."

Sure enough, when Gen Oreki finished speaking, Taichi Sakamoto took a thick stack of music scores and distributed them one by one to all members of the playing section on the field, and then whispered something to them.

There are also several staff members wearing red armbands, who are moving a drum kit to the stage, and the arrangement will be completed soon.

"What is it going to do?" Nishinomiya Yuzuru asked.

"Let me go up and play the drums," Gen Oreki said.

"Don't you play the piano?"

"do not know."

"Then what are you going to do now?"

"Get on stage and play the drums."

Nishinomiya Yuzuru paused, and then said, "Is that okay?"

"can."

Putting away the phone, Oreki Gen stood up slowly.

When I went downstairs, I found that the exit was blocked by a yellow seal.

Seeing Gen Oreki coming down from the snow outside, Yukino scratched her head blankly.

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Finding a gap, he got out with an inconceivable gesture. Oreki Gen shuttled around the edge of the dimly lit auditorium, bypassing one person after another, and reached the backstage without anyone noticing.

Then he walked out from behind the red curtain, sat down in front of the drum set with a calm demeanor, and picked up the drumsticks.

Everything makes sense.

The audience thought it was just a temporary drummer.

Taiichi Sakamoto saw Gen Oreki sitting in front of the drum set, and handed him a sheet of music with a normal expression, then turned to look at the members of the wind section next to him.

The flute section on the field looked at the music score nervously and read it quickly.

They have all heard the song "Monster" by Konpanda.But the symphony score in front of him was written by Taiichi Sakamoto temporarily.

If you want to learn it in a short time, you need a little talent and skills.

However, everyone in the Zongwu High Performance Department, which can win the regional gold award every year and is recommended as a representative, has strong strength.So after reading the score, some people even tried to blow a few mouthfuls.

Sakamoto Taichi didn't make any promises to them, but just asked Sobuko's wind section to play a new piece live.

"10 minutes, can you read the score in 10 minutes?" Taichi Sakamoto asked 5 minutes ago.

"Yes, you can try it!" The head of the performance department blushed and replied.

The members of the performance department are very excited.

This may be a test for Mr. Taichi Sakamoto, but also an opportunity.

If he can get his appreciation, he may directly enter a professional orchestra after graduation because of a letter of recommendation!

This weight can completely make a person's career in music go smoothly.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity has to be seized.

All the people on the stage were focused, carefully reading the new score written by Sakamoto Taiichi temporarily.

Except for the new drummer.

He began to doze off after going over the sheet music.

The dark circles under his eyes were thick, and he couldn't bear to wake him up.

"Who is that?" A freshman quietly asked, "He actually slept on it."

"Looks like a third-year senior."

"Why does it feel like I haven't seen it at all?"

"He doesn't come out of the classroom very much," explained a handsome blond senior.

"Excuse me, do you have a girlfriend?" A girl quietly asked, judging from her tone, she was very concerned about this issue.

"Yes," Hayama Hayato nodded, "A very handsome girl."

"Then what about you, senior?"

"..."

In addition to the students discussing Oreki's identity, there were also people outside the school who were rubbing their eyes vigorously.

Especially Murakami.

He saw clearly.

Especially the highly recognizable pair of dark circles under the eyes, let Murakami immediately confirm the identity of Gen Oreki.

"Here, isn't this our keyboard player?" Murakami looked in disbelief, "Why did he play drums?"

"Temporary," Keiko Kugimiya added, and then sighed a little: "I didn't expect to be a high school student..."

That star-hunting heart is ready to move.

Hearing from the students around him, he is already a third-year high school student, as long as he finishes this semester... he can be captured as an idol!

"He can even play the drums?" Murakami looked at the sleepy Oreki Gen on the stage, and stammered, "Didn't you say that everyone in the band should perform their own duties?"

"There is no rule that those who press the keyboard cannot play drums."

"But it's too much to be proficient in two instruments!"

"You think he's proficient before he plays?" Keiko Kugimiya sighed, "And it's okay to be proficient in multiple musical instruments. Many people can do it. As long as they reach a certain level, all musical instruments are the same."

"It's different..." Murakami felt that Keiko Kugimiya was a bit of an amateur.

"Just listen to what others say." Keiko Kugimiya shrugged without arguing, "Speaking of which, what are you going to do?"

"It seems that Mr. Sakamoto wrote a score temporarily for the students to go through." Murakami replied.

"Why do you want students to come?" Keiko Kugimiya wondered, "As long as he wants to, many international professional bands are waiting in line at the door."

"do not know."

The discussion in the audience was relaxed and cheerful.

The atmosphere on stage was a little tense.

Taiichi Sakamoto looked at the music score, and he was also reciting the score silently, beating the beat with his hands in mid-air.