I play wind instruments in Kansai.

This huge gap between us and top schools is something that people can't understand if they stay in school.

At that moment, Liu Mujie Deng saw out of the corner of her eye that the ceremonial guard in front of her was being raised by An Hechun, and she quickly straightened her back.

Suddenly, a piercing whistle was heard.

"Hey, hey~! One, two, three—!"

As An Hechun shouted loudly, before the drumsticks could even strike, perhaps due to excessive tension, the French horn in front of him had already preemptively struck half a beat.

This sound was like a domino effect, turning what should have been a uniform tone into a chaotic mess, with everyone having to make amends for a misfire.

The trombone section seemed startled by the sudden change of tempo and tried to salvage the situation, but due to their nervousness, they made a 'poof' sound, similar to farting.

Willowwood lamp felt its face burning, and could even clearly feel sweat seeping from its armpits. Even the soles of its feet, wrapped in socks, felt extremely hot and stuffy.

Every camera projected onto the Haruki Brass Band records the history of this band.

The spectators on both sides of the street were very supportive. Instead of making sarcastic remarks, they kept raising their hands to clap, their faces wearing "encouraging smiles" that looked as if they were glued on.

"Wow, the girls in Zhimu are of such high quality..."

"Hey, hey, hey, see that guy playing the trumpet? It's really loud!"

"That handsome guy waving a stick!"

"So handsome... I really want to play with his stick..."

"As long as you're pretty, it doesn't matter if you can blow well or not."

The Haruki Brass Band is not without its merits; it always has something to offer. What it has in abundance are girls with stunning figures.

Gongling Wang walked ahead, brandishing his stick. He was so focused on the stick that he didn't pay any attention to the reactions of the onlookers.

But he could hear the completely chaotic ensemble playing behind him clearly.

Even without looking back, one could guess that Daidouji Seiko's face must have looked terrible. But that's fine too, as it would make her more determined about the future direction of the club.

"Xiao Ai~~! Xiao Ai~~!" A parent waved their hand incessantly from the side.

Whenever a card is drawn, the most idle Kato Ai glances at it and waves back cheerfully.

"Is this your daughter?"

"Yes, yes, my daughter! Isn't she amazing!"

"I'm so envious. Unlike my daughter, she can only sit in the back row of the big sun."

"If you work hard, you can get to the front row!"

Kato's mother chatted and laughed with a woman beside her, displaying an unusual optimism.

The procession moved like a tide, the wind blowing the spectators' fragmented reactions freely into the street. Since it wasn't a competition but a festival, everyone was much more tolerant.

The parade was very interesting. Although it required concentration to play with the sticks, Miyamine Nozomi felt she had plenty of energy.

All he had to do was maintain the rhythm and follow the team to the finish line.

The music never ends; one piece finishes and another begins, repeating endlessly.

Following Da Gaoyang, one is always greeted by thunderous cheers and applause, with every drumbeat perfectly timed and the movements perfectly synchronized.

Whenever a section of the music came to an end, they would wave to the audience around them, and the other sections would then take over and continue playing.

Everyone in Da Gaoyang is doing their own thing, and this wind instrument club is a sophisticated performance machine.

On the way, Miyamine saw a familiar figure. His mother was recording him with her phone, but she didn't call out his name like Kato's mother did.

Although his companions behind him played poorly, it did not diminish Miyamine Nozomi's joy.

An Hechun's ceremonial guards were held even higher than during rehearsals, and the variety of moves was also greater. Every time she spun around with her hands behind her back, it made people worry that she might fly away.

Continue along the Beech Avenue until you reach Nishitsubo, the end of the parade.

The disastrous performance of the Haruki Wind Ensemble finally came to an end. Many members packed up their instruments, chatting and laughing, and no one seemed to care about the performance.

Rather than saying that it's strange that you suddenly take it to heart.

Tani Hana, breathing softly with a slight blush on her cheeks, addressed her club members:

"Please do not wander around. Load your instruments onto the bus first. You will have free time until the parade ends at 4 p.m. During this time, you cannot go back to school alone. You must take the bus back together. Please be sure to comply."

Despite being a music extravaganza, the Nishinomaru Plaza still offers many fun family-friendly activities, enough to keep you entertained for an entire afternoon.

"How's it going? How strong is Wakayama?" Anwa Jun asked, drenched in sweat.

Her bangs, no longer soft and delicate as before, were damp with sweat and had become several strands, but even so, they could not hide her beautiful appearance.

“Da Gaoyang is very powerful,” Gongling Wang said.

“But schools like this can only be found in Kansai.” An and Jun exhaled a breath of hot air and said, “Okay, thank you for today’s parade.”

Gong Lingwang shook his head: "There's no need to thank me."

An Hechun gave a hearty smile, took the dancing stick from his hand, and turned to leave.

"Because I understand that you, junior Gongling, will never get to hold the dancing stick again."

"......"

She spoke so naturally, as if she were already certain of something that was about to happen.

Gongling Wang did not answer, but looked around and finally his gaze fell on Daidoji Seiko.

She did seem unhappy, silently organizing her trumpet by herself.

Shida Nana and Amano Sari were talking nearby, but they seemed to sense the ominous atmosphere emanating from her, and after much hesitation, they decided not to go forward and risk offending her.

"No, this result is unacceptable."

At this moment, Liu Mujie came to his side and said in a solemn tone,

"If this continues, we're doomed."

Gongling Wang turned to look at her, her face covered with damp strands of hair.

"Isn't this normal? Besides, it's even more difficult to present a memorial."

“It has nothing to do with difficulty.” Liu Mujie said, frowning and panting, “What’s most terrible is that everyone takes failure for granted.”

What she said makes sense. If "failure" has already "trained" all the girls in the Haruki Brass Band, it won't be so easy to correct them later.

To help her alleviate her melancholy, Miyamune smiled and said:

"Willow, aren't you hot?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

Willow Knot Lantern rolled his eyes, raised his hand, pinched his uniform shirt, and pulled it outwards, trying to let some air in for ventilation.

"I'll treat you to ice cream, let's go."

Seeing his smile, the gloom in her heart dissipated somewhat. Liu Mujie Deng tiptoed:

"Me? You're treating?"

Miyamine glanced at Kohinata Hinata, who was carrying musical instruments; she shouldn't get lost again.

"Of course, I'm only inviting you."

"Walk."

While others were still watching the parades of other groups, Miyamine Nozomi, carrying a willowwood lantern, slipped into the neighborhood and headed to the ice cream shop.

They bought two matcha ice creams, but didn't want to step into the sunlight, so they sat on the wooden chairs at the shop entrance, with music playing in their ears from time to time.

"Did you see the great Gao Yang? Only that kind of ensemble can be called an ensemble."

Liu Mujie licked the ice cream with the tip of his tongue, and it melted in his warm mouth, with a milky sweetness and a tea-like astringency.

"Practice and results are directly proportional."

Gongling Wang ate ice cream much faster than her; she just licked it with her tongue and took a big bite out of it in one go.

"I can already imagine what the students from Daigoyo were saying on the bus," said Liu Mujie, her legs together.

"what?"

“Wakayama Prefecture has always been at this level, so there’s no need to pay much attention to it. We just need to continue to focus on the top schools in the Osaka area.”

"They have the right to say such things, so how can we look down on them?"

"..."

With their hard work and existing results as a guarantee, the members of the Otaka High Band Club have absolute confidence in saying this.

No one could refute it, not even Hoshibayashi High School, which was known as the "King of Wakayama Prefecture".

This made Willow Wood Lamp very envious.

She also wanted to gain confidence from the Haruki Concert Band.

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"I had bonito when I went out to eat with my parents the other day, and it was even better than I expected."

Hearing her words, which were completely unrelated to the previous topic, Gong Lingwang was stunned.

Rather, people tend to say strange things when they're feeling down.

Liu Mujie took a sip of ice cream, leaving a milky white trail on his lips:

"What? You don't actually think the fisherman's daughter has eaten all kinds of fish, do you? That's a stereotype."

Gong Lingwang chuckled softly:

“I even thought you must have eaten orcas, because I’ve heard you say before that your father was always omnipotent.”

"Come on, I probably won't see an orca in my entire life."

Willow Knot Lantern let out a long sigh, her legs stretched straight out beneath her skirt, her expression turning bitter.

"But when I think about it carefully, there's nothing wrong with talking to you about these things, Gong Ling. Actually, I really hope to make money by playing wind instruments in the future."

"Well?"

We've come full circle again.

“I really enjoy playing the wind instrument because it is directly related to my talent and value. I can feel that it will take up most of my life, but I can't go to a very good school or go to a very far place. Can you understand this feeling?”

"..."

Both Hoshibayashi and Otakayo are private schools, and Yuto Yanagi's family is not the "middle class" that Ai Kato can be proud of, so she doesn't have many options.

When she arrived in Zhimu and found the environment like this, she must have been very anxious.

But all a first-year student can do is worry and follow the instructions of their seniors.

Conversely, being ambitious can be a burden on the entire club. It is easy to imagine how difficult it is to change the habits of a club with just a few people.

"I'm sorry," Miyamine Nozomi said.

Willow Knot Lantern's attention was entirely focused on the conversation, his right hand unconsciously gripping the wooden stick:

"Why are you apologizing? It wasn't your fault, ugh—"

Melted cream stained her index finger, and the cold liquid flowed down her finger to the base of her thumb.

"Don't waste it!" Gong Lingwang said, his mouth agape.

For a fraction of a second, the air seemed to freeze. Liu Mujie's face turned as red as a peony doused with boiling water, from the base of his neck all the way to the tips of his ears.

"what."

"You can try putting the automatic cleaner in there."

"Are you crazy?!"

She grumbled playfully, then got up and went into the store to get a tissue from a clerk to wipe the area. She then returned and sat down.

"So why apologize?"

She seemed more concerned about the previous topic, and her tone sounded somewhat downcast.

Gongling Wang turned his head and stared at her, saying:

"If you had told me these things beforehand, I probably would have helped you without hesitation, or at least I would have been more proactive."