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Chapter 241 - 134. Capital City! Capital City! (2)_3

Chapter 241: 134. Capital City! Capital City! (2)_3

The boy examined the autograph carefully before letting out a resigned sigh after a long pause.

"Is there a problem?" Takasaka asked, somewhat nervously.

It wasn’t because the boy was handsome. She was just afraid her handwriting might disappoint a fan.

"No, no problem," he replied and then fell into a hesitation, seeming to have something he wanted to say.

"Just say what you’re thinking!" Chisako laughed, "As the best friend of a future world-class trumpeter, I’ll agree to your request on her behalf."

"Chisako!" Takasaka tugged at Chisako’s clothes, both dissatisfied and embarrassed.

"This matter, um, it’s kind of embarrassing to say, actually I..."

"Why did you come here?"

The boy’s hesitant words were cut short by a crisp and pleasant voice that interrupted him.

Chisako’s gaze shifted and only then did she notice that, at some point, a similarly handsome youth had approached them.

All eyes backstage were now focused on them, with the girls blushing even more.

At this moment, they were not the proud elites who had stood out from all 3792 high schools nationwide to compete in the national competition—they were just ordinary fans.

It took Chisako a careful look to realize that the second "beautiful youth" was not actually a young man, but the girl from Goda High School who had just caused a sensation!

Why was she suddenly dressed like this?

’The new advisor for Goda is a first-year student from Goda,’ Chiba Reiko’s words suddenly flashed through her mind.

Could it be that this unbelievably pretty girl was Goda’s new advisor?

The world is too unfair.

People who are good-looking also possess extraordinary talent, how am I supposed to keep trying!

"It’s nothing," the boy broke into Chisako’s wild ruminations.

The ’Fake·Beautiful Youth’ took a deep look at the ’True Beauty Boy’ and then turned to them saying, "Sorry for disturbing you."

"No, no, no, not at all," Chisako quickly replied.

Takasaka nodded as well, indicating it was fine.

"Excuse me!" Chiba Reiko suddenly said loudly, "Are you the new advisor from Goda?"

The ’Fake·Beautiful Youth’ was taken aback, then nodded and said, "Yes."

"Why are you so talented? How could a first-year lead a school that has never even made it to the Kantou competition to the national contest, even being favored by the judges and considered a seed team?" Chiba Reiko had now completely transformed into a mix of fan and reporter.

"Practice a lot, memorize scores thoroughly, and also, pick the right compulsory and free choice pieces."

The ’Fake·Beautiful Youth’ gave a generic answer that anyone familiar with orchestral music would know.

"It’s about time for us to head back and prepare," the ’True Beauty Boy’ said, raising his hand and glancing at his wristwatch.

Maybe it was an illusion, but Chisako felt that he seemed a bit eager to end the conversation.

What’s the matter? Were you worried that the fact that you’re a female high school student and a fan could become known to your classmates? Is that why you’re feeling shy?

Pretty cute.

"One moment, please, I have a question," Takasaka spoke this time.

"Go ahead," the ’Fake·Beautiful Youth’ crossed her arms and nodded, looking quite like a young mistress.

As expected of a Tokyo high school student, she had quite a presence.

"No, Ms. Kiyono, time..."

The ’Fake·Beautiful Youth’ gave a sidelong glance, and the ’True Beauty Boy’ unwillingly shut up.

’Too cute, weak-looking boy!’ Chisako praised the ’True Beauty Boy’ who was about fifteen centimeters taller than her once again.

Takasaka composed her thoughts before asking, "May I ask what instrument you are responsible for?"

"Trumpet."

"Trumpet?"

"Yes."

"How good are you at playing the trumpet?"

"Wait, Ms. Takasaka," the ’True Beauty Boy’ interjected again, "I greatly respect our advisor, whether her trumpet skills are strong or weak, doesn’t that not matter?"

"Very strong," the ’Fake·Beautiful Youth’ replied as if she hadn’t heard the ’True Beauty Boy.’

"Did you participate in the wind music competition in middle school?" Takasaka continued to inquire.

"No, I haven’t. I just learned with a private teacher. Though she’s passed away, you might have heard of her, the French female trumpet player: Joan Hinde."

"Is it really Joan?!"

Sahui’s expression was extremely shocked, the likes of which Chisako had never seen before. She couldn’t help but ask, "Is this Joan very impressive?"

"Of course!" Sahui snapped her head around, her hair striking Chisako’s face.

Ouch... But it smells so good! Jo-something is not important at all right now!

"When Joan was a teenager, she had a legendary performance on the BBC’s popular music box, and during that period, she was the only female trumpeter in the world to broadcast Haydn’s famous trumpet concerto. Moreover, she also became the conductor of a brass band when she was very young!"

"BBC? Broadcasting Haydn?" Mukai Asaka asked, puzzled.

"Broadcasting Haydn is... I’ll explain it to you later!" Sahui turned her head again, eagerly looking at the "Fake·Beautiful Youth," "I have several of Joan’s vinyl records at home, and I was incredibly sad when she passed away not long ago!"

"Thank you." The "Fake·Beautiful Youth" nodded briefly, "Joan was my entry-level trumpet teacher, and her passing saddened me as well, but she passed away peacefully."

"Why have I never heard of such a thing?" the "True Beauty Boy" said.

"Do I also need to tell you when my grandfather passed away?"

"Please accept my condolences."

The "Fake·Beautiful Youth" gave the "True Beauty Boy," who admitted defeat with downcast eyes, a cold glance.

Watching the interaction between the two, Chiba Reiko’s eyes shone with excitement: "Lian guesses you two are definitely a couple!"

"That’s right," the "True Beauty Boy" nodded with a sense of propriety.

"Shut up."

"Sorry, my attitude was wrong."

Chisako felt that the "True Beauty Boy’s" apology sounded too practiced, as if he had prepared it in advance.

"As you’ve seen," the "Fake·Beautiful Youth" rubbing his forehead said, "I don’t know what this guy just told you, but you’d better not believe a single word he said."

"Ah, he just said he’s a fan of Sahui and asked for her autograph!" Mukai Asaka’s voice was loud enough for everyone in Yunbei to hear.

Sahui turned red with embarrassment: "Mukai Asaka-san!"

"Fan? Sahui?" The "Fake·Beautiful Youth" hesitated, as if recalling something.

"Miss Kiyono, Mr. Kiyono! Kiyono! Shall we go back, please?" The "True Beauty Boy" seemed to lose control, his hand on the "Fake·Beautiful Youth’s" shoulder, forcefully pushing the latter to turn around and leave.

"Let go." The "Fake·Beautiful Youth" said offhandedly.

The "True Beauty Boy" immediately released his hand.

The "Fake·Beautiful Youth" stood in place, thinking, then suddenly raised his head, looking at the "True Beauty Boy" with a smile so cold that even Chisako felt the chill.

"Mr. Dubian, you’re quite bold."

"Mr. Kiyono, you misunderstood, I asked for her autograph as a fan of Sahui’s trumpet playing."

"Sahui-san?" Chisako and the others paused,

"I’m used to you lying, but I can’t believe you’ve started deceiving girls from Capital City now." The "Fake·Beautiful Youth" scoffed coldly: "Do you want to apologize yourself, or shall I?"

"Wait, wait, what do you mean by deceiving girls from Capital City, I really am a fan of Sahui’s!"

The "True Beauty Boy," who had previously humbly requested an autograph, now completely lost that attitude.

"What kind of fan are you?"

"I, I am..."

"Hmm?"

Dubian Che sucked in his cheeks, looking up at the station’s roof as if counting the panes of glass, pretending not to hear.

"First of all, I apologize to you, Takasaka-san, this was Mr. Dubian’s joke, there was no intention to offend, actually he..."

"Forget it, forget it." Dubian Che resignedly said, as if he’d thrown in the towel, "I’ll do it myself, okay?"

Kiyono Lin waited with a terrifyingly thin smile for his candid confession.

Dubian Che pulled out paper and pen from his pocket again and walked over to Takasaka Sahui.

Sahui, Chisako, and the others from Yunbei High School, no, not just them, even students from the other three schools, although they couldn’t hear the words, were also paying attention.

"Sahui-san, I’m a fan of your ball playing."

"....Ah?"

"That is, I admire the size of your chest."

"..."

"Don’t misunderstand! Really! I’m a specialist in studying legs; I have no filthy thoughts about you, so could you please sign again for me as a sports star?"

Miss Sahui finally realized what the person in front of her was saying.

"Pervert! Die!"