41. You are here, of course I want to play it to you again
The sky is dark and settled, like a large amount of gray pigment ink.
The rain falling on the light green leaves of the cherry blossom branches is like the first pen of a gentleman carefully writing on a precious postcard to his lover.
On the way to the auditorium, I seemed to see a rainbow falling from the sky and turning into seven-color umbrellas.
Toru Kamiki walked straight into the auditorium holding a cheap transparent umbrella bought from a convenience store.
When they saw him walking in, the eyes and voices of all the students came to him like waves.
"Kamiki Tetsu is here."
"Is it going to start? Has it started?"
“So handsome~~”
"Selling melon seeds drinks in the front row, renting cameras, and cheering cards for players~~~"
It was the first time for some students to see Shenmu Tetsu. The young man looked so clean and beautiful. He was like the moon that had fallen into the world, exuding a gentle light in the world.
Everyone's eyes followed him. When he moved, everyone moved. When he stopped, everyone stopped.
Shenmu Che's expression remained unchanged, but he was complaining in his heart about how idle these people are? Do they like to watch the excitement so much?
The members of the musical instrument department were the first to arrive, and some boys remained silent, pinching their fingers until they turned white.
They had long been dissatisfied with the fact that Morita-san was the only oboe player in the music club and was domineering.
When Toru Kamiki, a rookie, appeared, they were very happy, thinking that they would be surprised by a tough challenge, but it turned out to be a novice with zero basic knowledge.
Although many people think that Moritayama is a cannon that fights mosquitoes, most people in the instrumental club hope that Toru Kamiki, a mosquito, can bite this cannon to death.
After all, it is better to have Haruwen Suzuka as the minister than Moritayama.
"Lord Shenmu!" A girl shouted loudly with her arms raised like a big bird flapping its wings.
"Must work hard!"
"Yes, we support you!"
Some students seemed to live and die together, and their expressions became serious. Shenmu Tetsu could understand, after all, they had paid a 'huge sum' of 100 yen on their bodies.
The lights were on in the auditorium, and Moritayama was sitting in the front row, talking and laughing with the people around him.
"Come on, Kamiki." Ai Sato said to Toru Kamiki who came forward.
Toru Kamiki nodded and looked around. He didn't find Noriko Sakuraba, but he saw Chihaya Kisaragi and Akane Yuko sitting together.
He then said to Hiratani Kamikawa: "Let's start now."
Hiratani Kamikawa didn't expect so many people to come at first, but he didn't expect this young man to be quite popular.
Then his eyes fell on the musical instrument box that Kamiki Tetsu was carrying. Just by looking at the brand, he could understand the price range of this instrument.
Could this student be a kid from a rich family?
"Consultant?" Kamiki Tetsu forgot the other person's name.
"Well, okay." Hiratani Kamikawa came back to his senses, turned to look at Moritayama and said, "Then, Morita-san, please start playing first, okay?"
Moritayama stood up confidently and said with a sneer: "Okay, Junior Shenmu, just listen in the audience and don't run away."
"I'm waiting for someone here. Of course I won't run away." Shenmu Che didn't even look at him.
"You keep talking even when you are about to die." A look of disgust appeared on Moritayama's face, and he went on stage with his oboe.
"Swan Lake" is a lyrical melody based on the natural minor key. It is a masterpiece that has been immortalized for generations. For oboe players, you don't have to play it, but you can't not play it.
When Morita Yamaichi came on stage, the noise in the venue immediately disappeared.
Morita-san's gaze penetrated the crowd and landed on Kisaragi Chihaya. He wanted to prove that he was not just a little bit better than Kamiki Tetsu!
That boy from the country is not worthy of you at all!
Pressing it with two fingers, the overture of "Swan Lake" unfolds.
The oboe played a soft melody, as if seeing a tragic scene of a girl turned into a swan by magic, and the sad swan on the lake slowly stirred up waves of microwaves.
The soft and sad tone is long and unforgettable, and it is full of gentle beauty and sadness.
The delicate and gentle pastoral notes of the oboe filled the entire auditorium. Many students closed their eyes with wonderful expressions on their faces as if they were enjoying a set meal at the Foot Washing City.
"In his playing, you can hear the traces of hard work behind it!"
"This time it's 100 yen! It's stable!"
"I give it 10 points"
The faces of these people all showed this "I understand very well" expression.
Toru Kamiki only felt that these students were simply pretending to understand, and what moved them was just the oboe instrument.
He has an absolute sense of pitch, and he can keenly detect the unexpected occurrences between Moritayama's notes.
A swan with its graceful neck seemed to have turned into an ugly duckling for a moment, swishing its flippers on the water, and the next second, it suddenly turned into a white swan.
It’s so frustrating that no matter how good Tchaikovsky’s music is, he can’t save it.
Kamiki Toru subconsciously looked at Kisaragi Chihaya, and sure enough, the expression she looked at Moritayama was like watching a kindergarten child blowing a plastic pipe randomly on the stage with a complicated expression.
When the performance ended and applause broke out, Shenmu Tetsu saw "unbelievable" on her face again.
"Minister Morita, you played very well, I'm surprised." Hiratani Kamikawa smiled and praised.
Shenmu Che finally knew how much this young man weighed.
Moritayama walked down with his head held high and said to Kamiki Tetsu: "Are you ready?"
"Well, I didn't expect this." Kamiki said with a smile.
"I've given you a chance, but you didn't grasp it yourself." Moritayama showed an expression that felt embarrassed for Shenmu Tetsu, "Let me think about it, I drink milk after the second period of class every day, and my shoulders are broken during lunch break. There will always be pain, and I will trouble you then."
Kamiki Toru was too lazy to talk to him anymore, picked up the oboe, and immediately looked at Haruwen Suzuka, who had been hiding next to Sato Ai: "Haruwen-san, get ready."
Preparing? Preparing for what? Are you ready to eat yourself?
Haru heard that Suzuka was hiding next to Ai Sato. She had always regarded Toru Kamiki as a wolf hunting among the sheep, and smelled a very dangerous aura from him.
Toru Kamiki walked onto the stage, pressed the keys with his slender white fingers, and the reed in his mouth vibrated.
When the first note sprouted, even in the ears of students who pretended not to understand, they clearly caught the difference from Moritayama.
The bass vibrates the air, and the tone is full of tension. While maintaining beautiful audio, it penetrates the auditorium impartially.
In the auditorium, the white feathers of swans seemed to be floating.
It is obviously a piece of music, but the oboe reproduces the notes...
The numbing timbre made everyone present swallow their saliva involuntarily, and their hearts seemed to be wrapped in the soft timbre. The smooth melody could hardly feel the transition of notes.
Every sound is wrapped with an aftertaste that makes people feel hot all over, just like the taste of the highest grade fruit juice shaved ice, slowly melting on the tip of the tongue and sliding into the throat.
"How is it possible...it's too stable..."
Ai Sato looked at the young man on the stage in astonishment. She had heard the sound of his whistle blowing in the corridor. At that time, he was still an innocent duck.
At that time, I was still laughing so much that I could only squat down and cover my stomach.
However, what he plays now is like the ripe sweet fig pulp wrapping around the tongue. In his dreams, he wants to hold it in his mouth and taste its dazzling deliciousness.
When Chun heard that Suzuka felt her little heart tremble, she opened her eyes wide and whispered: "It sounds good..."
"Kisaragi-kun, what's going on?" Akane Yuko looked at Kisaragi Chihaya beside her, but she saw an expression of surprise she had never seen before on his little face.
The last note of the song fell, but the beautiful aftertaste lingered in the auditorium for a long time.
It was so quiet in the auditorium that you could even hear the sound of breathing. No one moved or spoke.
Then, they came back to their senses and started to make a commotion. Everyone was discussing their thoughts and feelings, and every face was flushed.
Kamiki Toru's eyes kept falling in the direction of the door, but he still didn't see Noriko Sakuraba.
He lowered his hands, took a deep breath and said, "It's really boring."
"Whoa whoa--!"
The students exploded almost at the same time. They all regarded this sentence as a second provocation to Morita-san.
However, they were overthinking it. Toru Kamiki just felt that Noriko Sakuraba's performance was meaningless no matter how good it was when Sakuraba Noriko was not around.
Moritayama's face turned red with anger, how could this happen! Didn't he have zero basic knowledge?
Just when Shenmu Tetsu was about to step down, a figure almost hit the door.
Panting, she raised her hands to lift the hair from her cheeks. The strands of flesh covering her slender legs were wet from the rain. She didn't even get rid of the umbrella in her hand, and the doorway covered with non-slip mats was full of small water droplets.
Noriko Sakuraba hurriedly took out a tissue from her bag and wiped the water stains on her shoulder.
After tidying up her appearance, she raised her head and looked at Shenmu Tetsu on the stage, with a smile remaining on her lips. Shenmu Tetsu was also smiling, her eyes fixed on him.
"Kenmu-kun, come down."
Pinggu Kamikawa couldn't hide the shock in his heart. This person's level could not be compared to even his own!
Shenmu Tetsu didn't listen to his words at all, a bunch of messy things came to his mind.