Toru Watanabe put the reed into his mouth and tried to blow a short sentence.

The strange oboe quickly turned into his appearance.

"I'm fine." He said, taking the reed out of his mouth.

The people from the Kitauyuji Blowing Department looked at him with their eyes shining, except for the Kaizuo-san sitting beside him. She was staring at somewhere without eyes, showing a thoughtful look.

"Please blow another one!" Kumiko asked firmly.

The simple scale alone is amazing, and the powerful people are really amazing when playing.

"Aren't you going to have an ensemble?" said Toru Watanabe.

"It's okay!" a short girl shouted with her fists clenched with her hands and her toes on the ground.

Watanabe Shiro was startled by her enthusiasm and thought for a while: "Okay, it should be too late to blow a short paragraph."

Several songs used for basic practice slowly spread from the oboe, making the heart tremble and the tone of goose bumps penetrate the entire music classroom.

Kumiko listened silently, her heart was scattered.

The performance ended quickly, and the people in the blowing department were not only admired, but even stunned.

It was obviously the same song, but for some reason, every note released by Watanabe Tsuki is more gorgeous than anyone else and irresistible.

Kumiko thinks this is what makes music interesting, and she is also afraid of this fact. She needs to be brave enough to look directly at the huge gap between herself and others.

"By the way!" Kumiko suddenly thought of a good idea, "When playing ensemble, how about the radio on the campus? Let all the students in the school listen together!"

“Agree!”

"And it's just lunch break!"

"But I will be nervous...ah! No, no! My brain has begun to be confused! Music score! Music score! Where is the music score?!"

Everyone responded differently, but almost all supported the proposal.

After Minister Yuko nodded affirmatively, Kumiko looked at Rin Kiyono and Toru Watanabe, hoping to obtain their consent.

"No problem, the real level of performance is the case with the audience." Kiyono Rin nodded and agreed.

"Where is Watanabe? It must be fine, right?" Kumiko asked in a fierce tone of "no problem allowed".

"Are you sure you want this?" Watanabe Tsukune said in confusion. "Once after seeing me, everyone in Kitauyuji would fall in love with me 100%. After listening to my performance, it would become 100%."

"What's the strange percentage of that? Just say you agree or not!" Lina said angrily.

"I advise you to be polite. I am your only fan. Be careful that I will quit fans."

"You..." Lina had never seen such a scoundrel boy, so angry that she couldn't speak.

"Tok Watanabe," Kiyono Rin rubbed his temples with aching slight pain, "Don't waste my time."

"Okay, I'm fine, let's start." Watanabe Tsuki's voice was straightforward.

When everyone is ready and tune the sound, the new deputy minister - a girl named Nakagawa Nakaki - connects the music classroom to the campus radio.

"Hey, hey, are you disturbing everyone? This is the Blowing Department. Today, the headquarters invited the national gold medal commander and oboe musicians to communicate..."

While the deputy minister communicated with teachers and students in the school through the microphone, Toru Watanabe and Kumiko were also communicating quietly.

"A note to you? How did you practice?"

"It will definitely surprise you!" Kumiko replied with high morale? "Your senior sister is really amazing!"

"...it's quite awesome." Watanabe Shiro said perfunctorily, "Don't let me down? I'll keep paying attention to the sound of the bass."

"Forget it!" Kumiko refused seriously, "Please concentrate on playing your part!"

At present, she can only show off her ‘must not lose to other people’s efforts’? As for her playing level? Please wait until next year!

It will definitely surprise Watanabe this guy! Call her "Sister Kumiko" obediently!

"...Above. Please listen to the midday ensemble of the Blowing Department, "The Dance of the Three Suns and Moons"!" The exchange of the Deputy Minister ended? The two also ended the conversation.

Rin Kiyono looked around everyone and slowly raised his baton.

"call--"

The neat and even breathing sound spreads through the radio to every corridor and every room in Kitauyuji.

Office? The teacher put down his official duties; classroom? Students stop chatting, and even boys playing basketball on the playground stop shooting.

Silence? Dominating Kitau Uji at this time.

The next moment, the main theme of the trumpet rose from the ground.

*******

In the third-grade classroom, Tanaka Asuka was eating sandwiches and listening to the ensembles coming from the radio.

The notes are neatly drawn without any impurities. It seems that even after she leaves the school, they have not wasted their time.

"So amazing, Asuka!" praised the girl in the class.

"Hmph, after all, I'm the junior trained by me!" Tanaka Asuka sucked a sip of milk proudly.

"At this level, have you not received national money?"

Tanaka Asuka put down her milk and smiled bitterly: "The national competition is full of monsters, especially..."

The classroom, which was originally gradually regaining noisy, suddenly became quiet.

The melodious tone like a gospel singer is like God's sigh, the sun resonates with it and becomes more sacred.

"What is this?" the female classmate asked in surprise, "A song made of a computer?"

Tanaka Asuka shrugged and said lightly: "This is the oboe level of gold in the country."

"A lie? How could it be so nice?"

"Hahaha, it's a lie, if everyone is..."

"Look outside!" a boy beside the window shouted.

Everyone subconsciously looked out the window, widened their eyes, spread their mouths, and their faces were full of incredible feelings.

......

Another classroom in third grade.

The automatic pencil on Aoi's hand stopped at some point.

She looked out the window, Kitau Uji's biggest radio.

Countless white doves are flying, and their white feathers reflect the sunlight, making people unable to open their eyes.

*******

At the end of the ensemble, Kumiko's cheeks were stained with a light blush.

She thought she had shown all the efforts of this period just now.

But it's not enough. I only knew a little bit of the content in that note.

I want to keep improving like this, keep learning, and keep playing happily with everyone!

Just as she was immersed, a low voice from Watanabe Tsuki's ears came from her ears: "Go and turn off the broadcast."

"Eh?" She didn't react.

"Go quickly."

"oh oh!"

Just as Kumiko subconsciously walked over quickly, Rin Kiyono's cold and pleasant voice sounded.

"Before you give me some advice, you must first realize your shortcomings."

"The fingering method can keep up with the rhythm, the breath is too late, and the speed becomes messy as soon as it is fast. I really doubt how you became the representatives of Kansai."

"Trombone part, do you understand the difference between 'full' and 'too mixed'? If you don't understand, I suggest you go to the Mandarin teacher for advice."

"The French horn...sitting in that position should be the second seat, right? You..."

Looking at the turned off button, Kumiko breathed a sigh of relief.

The face of the blowing department has been preserved...probably.

"There is also a bass number."

"Here!" Kumiko stood there immediately.

"In view of the diversity of performances and one more person to make up the numbers, it is better to let Kumiko play solo alone. For you, such an arrangement will make it more likely to enter the national competition next year."

Although he was very happy to be praised, Kumiko immediately looked at Deputy Minister Nakagawa Nakagawa Nakaki with an apology - the other party was one of the only two remaining bass numbers after retiring from the third grade.

Nakagawa Nakaki Oki Kumiko smiled and shook her head without any problem.

Putting behind the upper bass on her knees, she tightly clutched her school uniform skirt.

Not angry at all, but not willing to give up.

She joined the musical department since she was a child and has been playing the bass trumpet until now. She only joined the musical department in the first year of high school and then came into contact with the instrument of the bass trumpet.
To be continued...