I work as a teacher at a girls' school in Tokyo

Chapter 62 Outstanding People Will Be Targeted Anywhere
After lunch at noon, I took a break again, and at two o'clock in the afternoon, the performance department resumed practice.

However, unlike the ensemble in the morning, the practice in the afternoon is divided into parts to practice by yourself. This practice is to prevent each part from interfering with each other and to better understand the problems existing in your own part when playing.

Of course, during this period, Teacher Xiaoli will also give individual guidance to each part one by one.

"Okay, students, this is the end of the guidance of the clarinet part. Everyone, go to practice outside the concert hall."

"Yes--"

"By the way, let the students from the trumpet department come in."

"Ok."

The clarinet students echoed, then packed up the scores and instruments, and started to leave.

"I'll call."

Suddenly, a male voice sounded from the auditorium.

"Eh?"

Suzuki Ogasa on the stage turned and looked over when she heard the sound, and what she saw was Tetsufumi Hirakawa standing up from the audience seat and stretching lazily.

"So, Teacher Hirakawa is here?"

Ogasa Suzuki said in surprise.

"..."

Hirakawa Tetsubun, who was stretching, stopped.

Then he lowered his hand and smiled wryly.

"Teacher Ogasa..."

"Ah... I'm sorry, Mr. Hirakawa."

"No, forget it, it's nothing."

Hirakawa Tetsubun said helplessly.

This kind of professional guidance, he really has no sense of existence.As Hisada-sensei said, "It's just another place to do nothing."

Even getting sleepy with nothing to do.

"Students in the trumpet department, let me inform them." Hirakawa Tetsuwen said.

"This, that's troublesome Mr. Hirakawa."

"No trouble, it's fine anyway."

Running errands is the only thing Hirakawa Tetsufumi can do at present.

Walking outside the concert hall, the warm light cheered up the sleepy spirit. Hirakawa Tetsuwen looked around at the open space at the entrance of the concert hall, and faintly heard the sound of playing in various timbres.

Thanks to Shiori Shinohara's impressive solo, Tetsufumi Hirakawa could barely distinguish the timbre of the trumpet.

So, after listening carefully and distinguishing, Hirakawa Tetsufumi looked in one direction, where under the shade of a tree, several female students from Moritani were sitting on a bench.

Walking over and getting closer, I looked at the instruments in their hands. They were indeed students from the trumpet department, but I didn't see Shiori Shinohara.

"Hello, Teacher Hirakawa."

Seeing him coming, several students stopped playing, stood up and greeted him.

"Well, hello."

Hirakawa Tetsuwen nodded.

"Is it the trumpet part?"

"Yes."

"It's the turn of the trumpet section to receive instruction."

"Yes."

"However, what about Shinohara-san, why isn't it here?" Hirakawa Tetsubun looked around to make sure that the girl was indeed not there, and asked.

"..."

There was a moment of silence, and one of the girls—probably the chief of the trumpet department—answered his question.

"Shinohara-san is... a soloist, so she's practicing alone."

"Well, do you know where she is?"

"I do not know."

Several female students shook their heads together.

"Okay, then you go there first." Hirakawa Zhewen said.

"Yes. Goodbye, Teacher Hirakawa."

The students bowed, took their instruments and music scores, and trotted away.

Hirakawa Zhewen glanced at their backs, and then looked left and right.

Anyway, it won't go too far, it should be nearby.

After listening carefully, after the students of the trumpet department left, there was indeed a voice belonging to the trumpet in my ears. This must be Shiori Shinohara.

Feeling the general direction, Hirakawa Tetsuwen walked over.

In the ear, the familiar voice is getting louder.Near the concert hall, passing the corner of the outer wall, in sight, beside a lawn, Shiori Shinohara was sitting on a single chair, facing him sideways.

The legs are close together, the back is straight, and the sitting posture is very correct.Music score on lap, golden trumpet in hand.

Sharp and penetrating timbres emanate from the brass pipes.

"Xiaoyuan-san." Hirakawa Tetsufumi raised his voice and shouted.

The playing stopped abruptly.

He saw Shinohara Shiori take the mouthpiece of the far trumpet and turn around, her delicate face was flushed from playing hard, and a few strands of hair were sticking to it with sweat.

"Teacher Hirakawa."

The girl picked up the sheet music on her lap, stood up, and bowed.

He stood up and asked, "Is it time?"

"Well, it's time for the trumpet part."

"Yes."

Tetsufumi Hirakawa and Shiori Shinohara walked towards the concert hall together.

"Student Shinohara."

When walking halfway, Hirakawa Zhewen suddenly spoke.

Shinohara Shiori looked to her side.

"Teacher Hirakawa, what's wrong?"

"Well, how should I say it?"

Hirakawa Tetsufumi didn't look at the girl, but looked at the road ahead. In the distance, the girl in Moriya's uniform didn't know what part it was.

Shinohara Shiori put the trumpet in the other hand and held it together with the score.Then use your free hand to remove the hair sticking to your face.

"Teacher Hirakawa, please speak directly if you have something to say."

"..."

There was a pause.

"Okay, then I'll just ask—" Hirakawa Tetsufumi said, "Xiaoyuan-san, what's the relationship between you and the other students in the trumpet department?"

"..."

Only the sound of footsteps, and the sound of wind blowing from all directions.

After a while, Shinohara Shiori asked him back.

"Teacher Hirakawa, why are you asking that suddenly?"

Hirakawa Tetsuwen thought for a while, and replied: "Well... belongs to the teacher, and is sensitive to interpersonal relationships."

"You guessed right." Shiori Shinohara said indifferently.

"That's not good."

"Anything will do."

"This internal relationship doesn't fit—"

"It shouldn't be that serious."

"To what extent is that?"

"Hmm..." Shiori Shinohara wiped the sweat off her face, thought for a while, and said, "There is no conflict, but I won't actively communicate—it should be like this if I don't communicate unless necessary."

"No wonder they don't even know where you are."

"So it's because of this?" Shiori Shinohara looked thoughtful, "Ms. Hirakawa is really perceptive."

"I'm a teacher." Hirakawa Tetsuwen said, and then guessed, "Is it because of the solo quota?"

"Yeah." Shinohara Shiori nodded and said affirmatively, "Generally speaking, third graders should be the soloists."

"..."

In terms of seniority, the situation is very serious in the entire Confucian cultural circle.

"Have you thought about relaxing?" Hirakawa Zhewen asked, looking at the door of the concert hall in front of him.

"Excellent people are targeted everywhere."

Shinohara Shiori brushed her long hair casually, and walked into the concert hall very freely.

"..."

Hirakawa Tetsubun had nothing to say.

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