"Next stop, Yotsuya Station, Yotsuya Station."

Kitahara Hayae suddenly woke up and rushed out of the carriage with her musical instrument box in her arms. As soon as she stepped onto the platform, the tram door closed immediately behind her.

"What a risk."

She just breathed a sigh of relief and came back to her senses when she felt hot and stuffy again.

It's July, even if it's seven o'clock in the morning, my body will feel uncomfortably hot if I move even slightly.

Hurry up and go to the music classroom, thinking like this, she walked out of the ticket gate and started climbing.

The instrumental section's holiday practice runs from nine in the morning to nine in the evening, and she came two hours earlier than usual today.

The reason for this... Kitahara Haye lowered his head and saw that the girl's legs extending out from under the plaid pleated skirt were a little thick.

Taking a deep breath, she opened her legs and started running, the hem of her pleated skirt rubbing against her skin from time to time.

She rushed up the ramp and arrived at the campus gate. She walked past the tall oak trees and found no one on the playground. The members of the sports club hadn't arrived yet, so the school was quiet and empty.

Very good! I am the first!

Kitahara Haye secretly clenched her fists and must practice that section well today.

Although she was sweating due to the heat, her steps into the school building were very light. At this moment, a round, soft, steady and rich sound came from her head.

It's the euphonium.

Someone came earlier than me.

Out of curiosity, Kitahara Hayae hurried upstairs. Her voice became clearer and clearer, echoing in every corridor of the school building.

Arriving at the entrance to the elevated corridor on the fifth floor, she peeked out and saw third-year senior Mai Asahi sitting on a steel chair holding a shiny euphonium.

Kitahara Haye stared stupidly at her fingers sliding nimbly on the buttons, her long and round legs under her pleated skirt, and her delicate face under her naturally falling black hair.

Such as Chione, the ice and snow goddess.

She really couldn't imagine what kind of boy could stand calmly next to her senior sister.

As for becoming a senior's boyfriend and husband, he hugged such a perfect senior's waist without any scruples and slept on the same bed every day. Such an excellent man was beyond her imagination.

If I could become someone like my senior tomorrow, I would definitely not be humiliated yesterday.

Kitahara Sae took a deep breath, gave up the plan of going back to the music classroom and turned on the air conditioner, and walked towards Asuka Mai.

"Good morning, senior tomorrow."

The sound of the euphonium stopped, and Asuka Mai nodded to her calmly.

"Tomorrow-senpai, will you come so early every day?" Kitahara Sae put the musical instrument box on the ground.

"......yes."

"It's amazing! I can't get up at all!" She took out her saxophone, "Senior sister, let's practice together?"

"...I'll go back to the classroom."

"Eh?! Did I disturb you?!" Kitahara Sae was so frightened that she used honorifics.

"......sun."

"Sun? What did you say?" After asking, Kitahara Haye reacted, "Senior, you mean the sun is strong and it feels hot?"

"...can't sweat."

After Asuka Mai finished speaking, she walked towards the corridor as if she had made her words very clear.

Kitahara Sae looked at the saxophone in her hand and wondered for a moment if she heard it wrong.

You don’t want to sweat, right?

The blazing sun rises from Tokyo Bay, and the chirping of cicadas comes from the atrium of the school building.

A drop of sweat trickled down his temples, slipped into the collar of the summer school uniform he just put on today, and finally disappeared at the edge of his underwear.

Forget it, let's go back to the music classroom.

"Senior, wait for me!"

Without putting the saxophone back, he directly took it in his hand, picked up the instrument case, and Kitahara Haye ran towards Asuka Mai's back.

At nine o'clock, everyone had already arrived. After basic training for a long time, Watanabe Toru leisurely walked into the music classroom where the air was getting turbid.

Putting on his school uniform of a short-sleeved summer shirt, he looked very fresh and clean, with a sense of cleanliness like white sheets drying in the sun.

There was a reed in his mouth, but what he was playing was not any part of the music score, but "Jingle Bells."

After he sat down in his seat, Qingye Rin looked around the classroom: "Today's plan is to play together until the regular performance in the afternoon."

She ignored the wails of the members and continued: "Start tuning."

"Yes." Niwa Yuki wrapped his lips around the mouthpiece of the clarinet.

"Wait a minute." Qingye Rin interrupted her, "From today on, the tuning will be handed over to the oboe."

The original silence in the classroom began to evolve into silence.

A girl stood up and said: "Qingye-san, everyone is used to tuning with Niwa-senpai, and there have been no problems. I think there is no need to change!"

"I don't care what it was like before, whether you are used to it or not, I only pursue the best." Qingye Rin expressionlessly rejected the other party's request.

Watanabe Toru used a reed and blew out a long and proud sound like "bu-bu--" at the ceiling, like a train whistle.

The girl sat down suddenly, and the steel chair made a harsh sound.

Rin Kiyono looked at Toru Watanabe who was sitting upright: "Let's get started."

"Let you see, even in tuning, there is a difference in ability." Toru Watanabe inserted the reed into the oboe, and started playing independently regardless of the expressions of others trying to beat him up.

Unlike him who is annoying when he speaks, the high A note played by Toru Watanabe has excellent penetrating power.

It felt like a heavy blow to the forehead, the oboe shook the air and penetrated everyone's eardrums.

Although he was just reproducing the same note, why was his performance so different?

How can we produce that kind of numbing tone?

Just when everyone was silent and at a loss, the sound of the euphonium suddenly sounded, it was Asuka Mai.

The oboe, euphonium, and melodies tend to be consistent, lingering with each other in the summer music classroom that feels stuffy even when the air conditioning is turned on.

Then the bassoon, then the double bass, then the trombone...

At the window, someone's transparent kettle was placed. The tea inside was vibrating up and down with the sound of musical instruments. The slightly undulating waves reflected the various colors of the sunlight outside the window.

Qingye Rin raised his hand to indicate that it was okay.

"Alas..." With a long sigh, everyone put down their instruments and looked for the sound.

I saw Watanabe Tetsumasa wiping his reed like "no one can hit".

The little admiration that had just arisen in my heart was instantly covered up by anger, without waiting for them to react.

"One, two, one two three four."

As Rin Kiyono waved the baton, the drums began to beat the beat, and then the main melody of brass and woodwinds...

Same as yesterday.

It's obviously an ensemble, but as long as the oboe makes a sound, it becomes a solo.

Not to mention the audience, even the players themselves will subconsciously listen to the beautiful tone of the oboe in the sound of a group of instruments.

"......stop."

Rin Kiyono put down his baton and fell into deep thought, then suddenly raised his head: "Kitahara-san."

Watanabe Toru turned around and blew the sound of "bu——" with his reed towards Kitahara Sae.

Other oboe players, once tuned, will not move the reed again.

Because inserting it slightly deeper or shallower, the sound produced will be very different in the ears of professionals.

For example, Ritsuko Sato, a former oboe player in the wind section, would never take it off after tuning it unless it needed to be cleaned.

Tetsu Watanabe is good. If you have nothing to do, take it off and use it as a whistle.

"Yes." Kitahara Zaoe lowered his head and responded slowly amidst the taunting sound of "bubu" from the reed.

The classroom fell into torturous silence. Everyone knew that after Qingye Rin finished speaking, this innocent girl would be ridiculed by the opposite sex again.

"Please practice until you can play to the same level as before at any time."

The sound of the whistle stopped suddenly.

Kitahara Sae suddenly raised her head, her lips slightly opened, staring at Kiyono Rin in disbelief.

"Did you hear that?" Qingye Rin pressed forward with a cold gaze.

Tears of excitement welled up in his eyes, and Kitahara Sae's emotions were about to erupt like a volcano.

"......yes!"

"Trumpet, this place needs to be neater..."
To be continued...