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"But the problem is, the A-level selection for the national competition needs to be re-selected, right? Sakurako, did Kitahara-sensei tell you when the auditions are?"
Everyone looked at Yukawa Sakurako on the podium, who shook her head and said:
"Teacher Kitahara hasn't told me the time yet. He probably wants to wait until everyone in the B section finishes today before deciding."
The cultural festival is in mid-September, and the national convention is in late October. With the start of the school year approaching, the timeframe isn't too tight.
After all, the two pieces, totaling twelve minutes, were practiced continuously for more than five months starting in April, so the level of completion is already very high.
"How about we play the competition piece like we always do, and then play the school song? That should be enough," Suzuki Yoshie suggested.
Sakurako rested her chin on her hand; she actually wanted to sing something good in her final year...
But there's nothing I can do.
At this moment, Sayaka Akamatsu raised one index finger and said:
"Ah! This year is different from previous years, we have Kitahara-sensei here!"
"What are you planning to do with Kitahara-sensei this time?" Amatsu frowned.
"Oh, you're overthinking it. What I mean is that we can play popular songs. Don't forget that rewriting sheet music is a simple matter for Kitahara-sensei."
Sayaka Akamatsu raised her hands, making a gesture as if pressing keys, and said...
"That way we can play popular songs, and the response on stage will definitely be huge. Even the light music club, the giant of the cultural festival, will have to bow down and submit."
Sakurako's eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands, saying:
"Oh! That makes sense."
In their minds, Kitahara Hakuba was practically a god, so adapting a popular song into a wind instrument version would be a simple matter.
"So what are the hottest songs right now? Or what are the most popular singers and bands?"
“AveMujica!” Kuno Tachibana said.
"what is that?"
"The hottest girl band right now went to the Budokan shortly after they were formed, then disbanded, but recently they reunited. You can find out more by going online!"
It wasn't explained very clearly; the best way is definitely to rely on the internet.
"This doesn't look like a band at all."
"What is this? Why are there short skits interspersed? Is it a band or a performing arts group? What's with these masks?"
"Wow, stockings, leggings, sheer lace, looks so sexy..."
Compared to the girls in Tokyo, the girls in Hokkaido tend to be more conservative; they wouldn't have the courage to dress like that on stage.
"Oblivionis in this band looks just like Tsukiyo? She's a beautiful girl too, and a rich girl at that! Exactly the same!"
"Huh? It really is! Same hairstyle!"
Everyone turned their attention to the trumpet section, where a beautiful young girl sat quietly and innocently.
Nagase Tsukiyo, who wasn't really in the mood to practice today, suddenly became the center of attention.
"No, it's just a coincidence that it looks a bit like me." Nagase Tsukiyo smiled a little embarrassedly.
"Then it's settled. The brass band's activity at the cultural festival will be playing Ave Mujica. I'll talk to Kitahara-sensei about the brass version later."
"How about we do a masquerade ball music performance, just like this band?"
Welcome to AveMujica Hokkaido Edition~~Masquerade~
"That's a bit difficult... because if that's the case, the uniforms will have to be made in a uniform way."
Sakurako Yukawa was a little embarrassed because the stage costumes were very exquisite and would definitely be more expensive than the competition uniforms.
Although they won gold medals across the entire course this time, it is still unknown how much prize money the school will give to the brass band.
Just then, the door to the music classroom was opened.
Kitahara Hakuba walked in, looked at the lively club members, and said with a smile:
" Deciding on the activities for the cultural festival?"
As the advisor to the brass band, he couldn't decide on the band's activities; the only thing he could do was help them bring them up and then implement them himself.
After all, clubs exist to inspire students' independent activities and cultivate their interests, not to be teachers' private dance troupes.
“Yes, Kitahara-sensei, we plan to play a few popular pieces, but you might get a little tired,” Akamatsu Sayaka said with a smile.
Kitahara Hakuba stepped forward, but before he even reached the podium, Yukawa Sakurako obediently stepped back.
"Can it get any more tiring?" he asked with a laugh as he moved away.
Yukawa Sakurako said, leaning to the side:
"The problem is... the piece has been chosen, but there's no instrumental version yet..."
Kitahara Hakuba snapped out of his daze and said with a smile:
“Okay, no problem. Give me the songs you want to play, and I’ll arrange them for you as soon as possible.”
Everyone took a deep breath in excitement, staring in disbelief at Kitahara Hakuba.
He didn't haggle, nor did he ask them to focus all their attention on the competition.
They didn't even ask them to play those old-fashioned tunes that would please the bald leader; they agreed immediately.
"Adapting a few songs is a piece of cake for Kitahara-sensei!"
"Yes! It's a piece of cake!"
"Teacher Kitahara! I love you to death!"
"I love you to death too!"
Are the boys getting a little too cocky?
The girls' cheerful laughter brushed past Kitahara Hakuba's ears, and their youthful faces were deeply imprinted on his pupils.
He felt that he should play when it was time to play.
Results won't plummet in just two days, nor will they leap forward overnight; they require gradual accumulation over time.
After all, the cultural festival only happens once a year. If you think about it carefully, there are only three high school cultural festivals in a lifetime. Once you miss one, it's gone forever. Of course, those who repeat a year don't need to be sad, because there's a cultural festival every year.
"Teacher Kitahara, when is the next national audition?"
At that moment, Sakurako asked a question that everyone was concerned about, and everyone nervously shut their mouths.
Nationwide auditions, the final auditions.
Regardless of whether I had performed in the Hakodate area or the National Tournament before, it was all a fresh start.
Even someone currently in section B can pass an audition to enter section A and travel nationwide.
Kitahara Hakuba crossed his arms, rested one hand on his chin, and pondered for a moment before saying:
"My plan is to have it two or three days after the cultural festival, around September 16th."
He chose the audition date without any particular basis; he simply wanted to audition after the cultural festival so that the new A-section ensemble could practice for a month before going on to perform nationally. That was all.
His words relieved many people, as their biggest fear was having a sound check before the cultural festival.
Kitahara Hakuba clapped his hands lightly and said:
"I have some good news to share with everyone. Editor B's National Tournament has also concluded today, and he successfully won the Gold Award. He is currently on his way back and should arrive at school in about an hour."
His words once again excited the members, and everyone's face was filled with smiles.
Both A and B teams successfully won gold medals across the track this time, landing smoothly – something unthinkable in the past.
Kitahara Hakuba smiled and said generously:
"That's all for today's practice. Everyone has worked so hard. I've booked the karaoke room and will cover all the food and drinks. Have fun this afternoon!"
The good news kept coming one after another today, leaving the girls in the brass band wide-eyed in disbelief, unsure of how to react.
"What's wrong? Don't you want to go? Then those who aren't going should register with Minister Yukawa and have 2,000 yen deducted as their personal departmental allowance," Kitahara Hakuba said.
Because he had also treated everyone to a meal at the last music festival, most people didn't believe it was fake. Some girls were so excited they were trembling all over, like they had a toy attached to them.
Kitahara Hakuba glanced at Kanzaki Eri, who was sitting in her seat. She had her head down, her fair skin flushed, and she looked somewhat sad.
Her desire to go alone with him was written all over her face.
Chapter 173, Section 172: The Battle for the White Horse of Kitahara (4K)
Around 3 PM, the members of Section B returned to Shenxu High School.
Team B also had the same trophy and medal. The team members wanted to see what the difference was between it and Team A's. They found that apart from the words engraved on them, they were completely the same.
"It's just so-so..."
"She got cocky after winning the award, and she's still just so-so~~~"
"Hey! Go easy on me! You've broken the corner of this certificate! It's a gold award certificate!"
Sakura took out the key to the cabinet in the first music room and placed the trophy and certificate of merit inside under everyone's gaze.
"Two National Tournament trophies!"
Sayaka Akamatsu clasped her hands together and exclaimed excitedly, "Ah~~ What a beautiful sight!"
Sakurako's fingers gripped the handle on the glass cabinet, and she couldn't help but observe it for a while longer.
In the competition, only those who win gold will receive a trophy; otherwise, the organizers will only give the participating schools a lonely certificate of merit.
There are now several "Bronze Award" certificates in the cabinet.
The award dates back to at most ten years ago with a bronze medal. However, because the certificate was lying in a cabinet and framed, it was well preserved even after several years, and the black lettering on it was still clearly visible.
It makes one marvel at how surprisingly stable Shenxu has been over the years.
“How about we take these certificates down? They take up too much space and look bad,” Suzuki Yoshie suggested, leaning closer.
“Indeed… it wouldn’t look very good if someone came to visit,” Akamatsu Sayaka said, resting her chin on her hand.
Yukawa Sakurako smiled and shook her head, saying:
"No need. If I win it, it feels like all the competitions I've experienced in the past have been erased. The bronze medal is a fact for Shenxu."
When we graduate, our younger schoolmates will see these and think, "Wow! This year's graduating class was so amazing!"