I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Utsunomiya City Cultural Center.

The audience has begun to enter the venue, and many staff members are on site directing the flow of people.

Even though the Shenxu Wind Ensemble was the first team to perform, it was still difficult to find a parking space, and they had to circle around before they could finally park.

The members got off the bus one by one, and the air around them was filled with the coolness of autumn. Many of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Students from other schools, dressed in uniforms, gathered around their respective advisors, and from time to time, they could be heard shouting encouragement in unison.

The members of the Shenxu Wind Instrument Club could be felt from their aura alone, making them feel different from the general assembly.

"All of them are top schools"

Even Yukawa Sakurako couldn't help but gasp, feeling that the quality of the teachers and students in these schools was ridiculously high, something she could tell just by looking at them.

"That looks like a kind and gentle girl? That's Kasukabe Kyoei High School: they're all top schools you only see on TV."

Not only Sakurako Yukawa, but most of the club members shrank back as soon as they got off the train, and even forgot that they were the representatives of Hokkaido.

Just then, a series of crisp applause rang out, and everyone looked up to see Kitahara Hakuma.

A gentle smile graced his face as he glanced at each member and said:

"I have seen all the hard work and effort you have put in during this long period of practice. Now you have finally come this far. As a newly appointed mentor, I am honored to have accompanied you all this way."

Everyone remained silent, listening intently as he spoke.

Kitahara Hakuba's chest rose and fell slightly as he spoke softly:

"Although Shenxu's shameful past cannot be changed, it can be covered up by a glorious future. This is the biggest reason why I continue to fight for Shenxu. Now we are the representatives selected by Hokkaido, so please stand tall. In my eyes, you are no worse than any other school."

All the members, their faces flushed, their previous feelings of inferiority vanished, and they shouted with full force:

"Yes!"

Kitahara-sensei is right. They now represent not only Hakodate, but also Hokkaido, and are on the same level as Tokai University.

The enthusiastic atmosphere among the members immediately attracted the attention of many people, and students from other schools also subconsciously turned their gazes towards them.

"Is that Shin-Asahi High School in Hokkaido?"

"It really is Shin-Asahi High School! And that person is Mr. Kitahara?"

"This is bad, these girls are all of such high quality!"

"Indeed, their trumpet and oboe are very strong."

"I'm talking about their looks! They're even prettier than female celebrities! Look at that one, she has such big breasts! And her expression is so alluring!"

"A three-strand braid? That's quite a rare hairstyle."

Listening to the discussions about our school among students from other schools, Yukawa Sakura couldn't help but clutch her wildly beating heart.

She never imagined that one day, the Shenxu Wind Ensemble would be a dark horse in the eyes of other top schools across the country, and would be judged by them as well. This was something she would never have dared to dream of before.

Many audience members and students were taking photos at the entrance of the Utsunomiya City Cultural Center.

However, compared to the pure white giant equestrian statue in Nagoya, the Utsunomiya City Cultural Center appears quite ordinary.

But it's still bigger than the Sapporo Hall where the All-Japan Tournament is held.

"What a huge venue!"

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"The venue in Nagoya is even bigger than this!"

"Is that so? Oh, what a pity, how did you suddenly end up at this clubhouse?"

"What's there to regret? A team like ours, the first to sound the horn here, will definitely be recorded in the annals of Utsunomiya!"

The club members couldn't help but cheer loudly. They wanted to take a group photo right away, but were quickly called away by Sakura Yukawa, who told them not to wander off.

Because they were the first wind instrument group, they needed to bring their percussion instruments onto the stage before the opening ceremony and start playing immediately after introducing the judges.

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Kurosawa Maki was beaming with excitement. Even though she wasn't a member of the A-class, she was already incredibly excited just standing outside. She said to the first-year students,

"Jinyi and I will be out there cheering everyone on!"

Wearing her school uniform, Kirishima Mai smiled and said, "Good luck."

At that moment, Goto Yu took out several hair clips, red and white, from her skirt pocket.

"To everyone."

Kuno Tachibana took the small red hair clip, tucked her bangs behind her ear, and said with a smile:

"Add three lucky points."

"Huh? We found Shenxu."

Upon hearing a very familiar voice, everyone looked over and saw that it was Shinomiya Haruka, wearing a black dress with a cinched waist.

There was another girl standing next to her; I saw her at the last cultural festival.

"Shinomiya-sensei!" Kuno Tachibana waved and called out happily.

But only she dared to greet them like that; the other first-year students could never forget the painful torment that Professor Shinomiya Haruka and the others had endured during their marching music performances.

Shinomiya Haruka stepped forward with a smile.

"Shinomiya-nee is so beautiful!"

Kuno Tachibana said this, but his throat felt dry.

She didn't know when it started, but her feelings towards Shinomiya-sensei were no longer as pure as before; instead, they were mixed with more complex emotions.

"Everyone looks beautiful in their competition uniforms," ​​said Shinomiya Haruka, smiling as she raised her slender white hand.

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The first-year students were all laughing when they heard her say that for the first time.

"Is Shinomiya-sensei going to see Kitahara-sensei?" Nagasawa Miyako asked.

"Hmm?" Shinomiya Haruka turned her gaze to her and said with a smile, "Although I really want to find him, I think he's too busy right now, so I'll pass."

At that moment, Sakurako Yukawa shouted from the entrance, "Gather the Kamiya Asahi Brass Band! Enter! Also, the percussion instruments have a different route than us! Remember to follow Sayaka!"

Hearing the minister's shout, the first-year students ran in a panic. Shinomiya Haruka waved and said:

"Keep it up, everyone! We must win the gold medal!"

"Ms. Shinomiya has a great figure. Tachibana, you should learn from her more." Nagasawa Miya said as she listened to the voice coming from her.

Kuno Tachibana didn't answer, but just gave her a wary look, clearly not in a good mood.

This kind of thing is falling in love with your senior's lover.

Forget it, let's focus on today's match first.

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Upon entering the venue, we were guided by the staff to the rehearsal room.

A female staff member gazed at Kitahara Hakuba with great fascination and said:

"I'll close the door and we can start sound mixing in a bit, okay? But it won't take long. You'll have to wait backstage during the opening presentation. Wait for my message."

"Thank you."

The moment the door closed, the members spontaneously began to get busy.

Some were assembling musical instruments, some were selecting reeds, some were doing pre-competition maintenance, and some, with a carefree attitude, were even starting to give themselves a makeover.

Soon, the sound of various musical instruments testing their instruments mingled together in the spacious rehearsal room, creating a noisy and disorderly sound wave.

The flute's clear and melodious notes, the oboe's gentle and deep tones, the trumpet's bright and powerful sound, and the bass's thunderous bass all added a rich and profound foundation to the entire space.

Chapter 279-278. The National Tournament! Shen Xu's Final Fight (5K)

Kitahara Hakuba stood on the command platform, his tailcoat's fine fabric shimmering subtly in the light. (Wu 4 Kanshu's error-free content)

Every face of the members of the wind band left a deep impression on him.

He has witnessed everyone's sadness, loneliness, negativity, and anxiety; he has also seen their hard work, ambition, unity, and passion. As a mentor and advisor, his expectations are about to be realized today.

It was the final step, but his emotions were like an untamed sea, never calm, yet seemingly without a ripple on the surface.

Kitahara Hakuba thought about many things, or rather, too many things, to the point that he was unable to move on the command platform.

At that moment, something flashed at the edge of his vision—the light shining from the lamp on the brass instrument.

He didn't know whether he had missed the train that would take him to the destination with the girls, or whether he had boarded the train that would sever his ties with the girls.

Kitahara Hakuba, who couldn't even find an answer to this kind of thing, was utterly foolish at this moment.

"Teacher Kitahara! We can start tuning now!"

At this moment, the sounds of musical instruments in the rehearsal room gradually faded away, and Yukawa Sakurako, sitting to his right, called out seriously.

Kitahara Hakuba snapped out of his daze, nodded, and faced Kanzaki Eri.

The girl had already become one with him, understanding each other perfectly.

As before, the oboe first played a b-b, followed by the other instruments, producing harmonics that could stir the soul.

"it is good!"

Kitahara Hakuba clapped his hands twice heavily, and the sound of the instruments immediately disappeared, as young, innocent faces turned to look at him.

He took a deep breath, a gentle smile spreading across his face as he looked at each member, then glanced at his wrist to check the time.

"It's 8:33 AM now, and we'll be going on stage in about 27 minutes. Everyone here is attending the National Congress for the first time. As the advisor, I'm very pleased, and I hope I'm qualified to say that I haven't given up on any member over the past few months, and I've brought everyone here safely. But the outcome is up to you to decide."

The fruit planted in spring and summer should be harvested in autumn. I hope everyone can do so without regrets, especially those three-year-old plants. I can assure you, the autumn harvest will be far more delicious than fruit that molds and rots in the summer.

Mr. Kitahara's words remained as calm as ever, but the third-year students' faces were tense, their eyes revealing an unprecedented determination, as they shouted in unison:

"Yes!"