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Chapter 166 - 106. Cram School (1)

Chapter 166: 106. Cram School (1)

After spending a leisurely second day of the Bon Festival holiday, the Wind Instrument Club welcomed a three-day, two-night training retreat at cram school.

The meeting was set for seven in the morning, which was more than enough time for Dubian Che, who was used to running through the streets of the Shibuya residential area at six o’clock every day.

In addition to a change of clothes, he also brought a few books to pass the time.

As everyone was bubbling with excitement, the school bus left the city and, after an hour’s drive on the highway, arrived at the training retreat location.

Dubian Che twisted his neck and looked up. Most people were sleeping in the air-conditioned bus with the curtains tightly shut.

It was not clear whether they were too exhausted from playing hard during the two-day holiday or because they had gotten up too early in the morning.

Before Xiaoquan Aonai called everyone to wake up, he got off the bus first.

As soon as he stepped off the bus, Dubian Che smelled the rich scent of grass.

It was a vacation resort-like place with wooden buildings and lush forests all around.

Xiaoquan Aonai, who had woken everyone up, also got off first and said to him, stretching his back, "Feels good, doesn’t it?"

"Yeah, it feels like coming back to my hometown. The air in Tokyo is just too awful," Dubian Che took a deep breath.

"At your age, you’re already concerned about air quality?" Xiaoquan Aonai chuckled. "When I first came to Tokyo, all I could think was, ’It’s so bustling! I want to stay here forever!’"

"When did you come to Tokyo, Teacher? In high school?" Kiyono Lin, who had come down from the bus, asked.

"In college. My middle school grades weren’t good, only enough for the local public high school."

"But I heard from Teacher Miyazaki Mieko that you were a very good student, Mr. Xiaoquan, and you got admitted to Waseda’s education program."

"Miyuki, she really tells you everything," Xiaoquan Aonai sighed helplessly. "It was from the first semester of my second year in high school that I started to take studying seriously, and it surprised everyone around me."

After saying this, she said to the members of the Wind Instrument Club who had come down, "Even though I only started to work hard in my second year of high school, I managed to get into Waseda from a school with an average deviation value of 53, so even if you have a poor foundation and a late start, as long as you work hard, you can definitely win a national gold prize! I believe in you all!"

"Thank you, Teacher!"

"We will work hard!"

"We’ll definitely get the national gold prize!"

"Right!" Xiaoquan Aonai nodded encouragingly. "So, let’s hurry up and start moving things!"

"Yes!"

Everyone first placed their luggage in their respective dormitories, and then unloaded the musical instruments from the delivery truck.

By 9:30, when everything was finally settled, everyone gathered in the music hall.

"Before lunch, practice the designated piece and the piece of your choice ten times," Kiyono Lin announced.

"Ah!" A collective groan rose from the crowd.

As the accompanying teacher, Xiaoquan Aonai sat in a corner of the music hall and encouraged everyone, "Good luck! I’ll be with you all the way!"

"These ten tries have to be to my satisfaction. I know you’ve rested for two days and might be a bit rusty, but that’s none of my concern," Kiyono Lin said, then looked at Dubian Che, "Start."

Dubian Che blew a long note into the whistle piece.

The others quickly picked up their instruments and tuned them to the oboe.

"The March to Endless Dreams, First Movement."

Kiyono Lin raised her conductor’s baton, everyone inhaled together, and the next moment, the splendid sound of the instruments reverberated throughout the entire music hall.

Amid cries of "Start over," "That’s not right," and "We might as well not eat today," it wasn’t until three in the afternoon that the group managed to struggle through ten renditions.

By then, everyone was beyond exhausted, even Kiyono Lin had a layer of sweat on her forehead.

"We’ve finally returned to the standard before the holiday," she lifted her pale wrist, glanced at her watch, and said, "Mealtime is from three to three-thirty, and the bathing time is also thirty minutes. Evening training will be from four to eleven. Dismissed."

Despite the even more arduous training scheduled for the evening, everyone was sprawled in their seats, suddenly controlled by hunger, and stood up to walk to the dining hall.

"Kiyono is very strict. This is the first time I’ve seen this side of her," said Xiaoquan Aonai in a low voice to Dubian Che, whose stomach had long been grumbling.

"To say the least. Mr. Xiaoquan, if you weren’t a teacher, I guarantee you’d get scolded just sitting there with comments like ’Can’t even sit up straight, might as well not be human,’ ’Close your legs, are you even a boy?’"

Xiaoquan Aonai was amused by Dubian Che’s poor imitation and let out girlish laughter.

"What are you talking about?" Kiyono Lin approached the two unexpectedly.

"I was saying how nice the facilities and accommodation conditions are for this training retreat, wondering how much it cost."

"Did I hear someone mention me?"

"Not at all," Dubian Che didn’t even blink.

Seeing that Kiyono Lin wasn’t going to let Dubian Che off the hook, Xiaoquan Aonai quickly said, "Kiyono, you were in charge of this retreat. How much altogether did it cost? I’m curious too."

Kiyono Lin first glared at Dubian Che, who was full of nonsense, then quietly told Xiaoquan Aonai, "The school paid a portion, and then the funds from the Wind Instrument Club and Human Observation Department covered the rest, just about."

"Eh? Wait a minute." Dubian Che was concerned about certain words, "There’s funding for the Human Observation Department? Where’s my share?"

"Do you have just 1M, no, 1K of memory? I just said, it’s been used."

"Kiyono, did you inform the members before using it?"

"Now you know."

"Teacher, I want to file an official complaint against Kiyono Lin and request a re-election for Minister!"

"Um... what to do." Xiaoquan Aonai looked troubled. "Our school advocates student autonomy in clubs. Who becomes the Minister, Dubian, you can discuss with Kiyono."

"Discuss?" Dubian Che looked at Kiyono Lin.