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Chapter 235 - 132. Cultural Festival (End)_2

Chapter 235: 132. Cultural Festival (End)_2

The performance by the Wind Instrument Club was indeed remarkable, clearly showing their diligent preparation. No wonder they wanted to perform in front of the whole school at the end.

After their performance, Jiutiao Meijie took the stage with a microphone and the award list, followed by Dubian Che, who was responsible for holding the trophy.

Upon seeing the two of them, the packed gymnasium buzzed with whispers, faintly hearing words like "movie," "as handsome or cute as a real person."

After announcing the "Fun Award," "Creativity Award," and "Intellect Award," the turn came for the most prestigious "Popular Activity Award" and "Most Profitable Activity Award."

"The winner of the Popular Activity Award and the Most Profitable Activity Award," Jiutiao Meijie glanced at the award list, "is the Human Observation Department."

Applause rose from below, quite enthusiastic and with few objections.

Kiyono Lin walked onto the stage, showing no humility typical of award recipients, and stood resolutely in front of Jiutiao Meijie.

After a three-second face-off, Jiutiao Meijie cracked a shallow smile without a hint of amusement, "Congratulations, Kiyono."

"This is the collective achievement of the Human Observation Department, and, I must thank the Wind Instrument Club for their help." Kiyono Lin didn’t even bother to smile.

Jiutiao Meijie maintained her shallow smile, "Then who do you think deserves the most credit?"

Kiyono Lin’s gaze shifted to Dubian Che, who now had no trophy in his hands and stood with empty hands, and said with a smile, "Mr. Dubian, what do you think?"

"..."

Dubian Che felt his opinion was utterly unimportant, and he didn’t want to comment on the matter.

But now, with the two ladies posing as if to say, ’if you don’t speak, we won’t proceed,’ and with over a thousand students and faculty members watching...

"If you’re asking me, then of course the biggest credit goes to me," Dubian Che stated matter-of-factly, "Everyone must have voted for us because of my good looks, right?"

Laughter erupted from below.

Someone shouted, "We went because of the lead actress! Who are you!"

"Exactly! Shameless!"

"Mr. Dubian, I voted because of you! I love you the most!"

"I support the director! And Kiyono was in charge of the script, she deserves the most credit!"

There were boos and support, but it was all in jest, not seriously targeting Dubian Che, whose reputation was at rock bottom.

Jiutiao Meijie glanced deeply at Kiyono Lin and didn’t bother her further.

After Kiyono Lin descended the stage with the two trophies, Jiutiao Meijie spoke a few more words, and thus Dubian Che’s first Cultural Festival at Goda High School came to an end.

The next day, September 27, Wednesday, it was business as usual at school.

On the morning walk to school, the air was fresh and the visibility clear.

The air, which had been sizzling hot a few days ago, now carried a chill, with green leaves gradually turning red or yellow. The cold breeze signified the arrival of autumn and made people shiver.

Dubian Che browsed the news on his phone as he walked up the slope to Goda High School from Shibuya Station.

The news reported that due to a typhoon, Tokyo’s Ota District near the Tama River continued to flood. Despite two days of emergency repairs, many roads remained blocked, and residents were advised to take detours.

Dubian Che didn’t even know where Ota District was; his claim to be the handsomest in the Shinjuku District wasn’t without reason—he didn’t know much about Tokyo’s other twenty-two districts.

However, that was in the past, now he could claim to be the handsomest in the entire Island Country without objection, surely no one would mind.

Thinking about these trivial things helped time pass, and before he knew it, he was in the classroom.

As soon as he entered, Kunii Shuichi raised his right hand and yelled, "Yo, superstar, good morning!"

Dubian Che swept him a mean glance, "Don’t reveal my identity."

"...You, guy." The two stared at him wordlessly.

"By the way," Saito Huijie was the first to come around, "Dubian, where were you yesterday? I was about to ask you to come to the Computer Research Club to play the game we created."

"Saito, you better not ask," Kunii Shuichi whispered.

"Why?"

"People who disappear during the Cultural Festival are like those who hide in the storage room during the bonfire party; they usually have a filthy mind, so it’s better not to know."

"That makes sense! No wonder I didn’t see Jiutiao either!"

Dubian Che:"..."

Speaking of Jiutiao Meijie, he was reminded of his own dream of becoming a fashion designer. Should he try to believe in her once?

However, given Jiutiao Meijie’s personality, it was highly likely that she was fooling him, trying to trick him into wearing women’s clothing, right?

But this was a rare, perhaps even unique, opportunity...

Amidst his conflicting emotions of happiness and anxiety, the time for school dismissal arrived quickly.

Today, it was Dubian Che’s turn to stay behind for classroom duties. After sweeping the floor and cleaning the blackboard, he grabbed his backpack and the oboe and rushed to the Wind Instrument Club.

Before reaching the music classroom, he could already hear the sounds of people desperately playing the notes on the score.

"Sorry, I had assigned duties today and came late," said a girl who arrived at the Wind Instrument Club about the same time as Dubian Che.

Apologizing wasn’t really fitting with his "image" at the Wind Instrument Club.

Dubian Che sat down in his spot, opened his folder from K-On, where the sheet music was tattered, with printed letters filling every blank space.

"I’ll ask Kiyono for a new sheet of music later." Dubian put the reed into his mouth and started playing following the music.

They practiced until six, and after dinner, Kiyono Lin appeared in the music classroom.

Before the Tokyo competition, she would supervise everyone’s practice and give detailed guidance on practicing methods; after the Tokyo competition, she essentially left them to practice on their own.

After one ensemble piece, Kiyono Lin flipped her own music sheet and said, "Starting from F, those who move like the trombone, play for me one by one."

Being asked to play individually felt like being asked by a drill instructor to march in front of the entire class during military training. Although it was unwilling, scary, and embarrassing, it was necessary to overcome for the national competition.

If King Xuan of Qi had had this kind of instructor spirit in music, he wouldn’t have left the story of Nanguo disguising as a good flutist.

After the ensemble ended, Kiyono Lin didn’t immediately dismiss everyone but said in a slightly tired voice, "I have an announcement."

It was already nine in the evening, and outside it was pitch black; the warm fluorescent lights in the music classroom shone on her face like precious, pure jade.

Everyone quietly watched her.

"Hard practice is important, performing under pressure is equally important, so starting this week, I have decided to give you opportunities to perform on stage on Saturdays and Sundays."

No one in the Wind Instrument Club objected; they would do anything to win a gold medal at the national competition.

"Starting this week," Kiyono Lin continued, "this Sunday, at Kyoto Station building, two Wind Instrument Clubs that have entered the national competition will perform there."

"Kyoto?"

"Do we go there in advance?"

"We will go and return on the same day. I have already persuaded the school to transport us by school bus," Kiyono Lin explained. "Since it’s a formal performance, remember to wear your long-sleeved school uniforms. Also, I hope everyone memorizes the music during the bus ride. That’s all, you can leave."

After Kiyono Lin left, the music classroom burst into discussions.

"It’s over, I still have my cram school on Sunday, what should I do?"

"I’ll just have to skip it."

"At this rate, I’m definitely going to be called in for a consultation about my mock exams."

"But wasn’t the senior already applying for a recommendation from Sophia University?"

"Sophia is just the third-ranked private institute, I want to try for Keio and Waseda. But since Kiyono asked us to perform and even persuaded the school, I don’t have a reason not to go."

"Yeah, we’ve come this far, not winning a national gold medal would be too sorry for Kiyono and ourselves, just settle for Sophia."

"Are you underestimating me?! I can still get into Keio even if I’m distracted!"

...

Dubian Che listened for a while; it wasn’t only the third-year senior that had cram school on the weekend—many first and second-year students at Goda High School did too, but they had no complaints about Kiyono Lin’s arrangements.

It seemed there was no need for him to continue stirring up animosity.

Actually, maintaining animosity with the other girls was what he needed now. As for the Love System, he no longer cared.

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