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Chapter 282 - 150. National Competition (Final)

Chapter 282: 150. National Competition (Final)

The corridor leading to the grand concert hall was filled with a solemn silence.

Pushing open the soundproof doors, the students from Goda High School arrived backstage.

The stage was bathed in dazzling bright lights, in stark contrast to the pitch-black backstage. From behind the curtains, one could see the schools performing and part of the audience.

Jiutiao Meijie sat in the VIP section, her head propped on her hand, looking indifferent. Around her, there was a noticeable void despite the tickets being hard to come by.

"Komatsu still maintains her usual demeanor. Her speech before the last Kantou competition also said the same thing, claiming that we absolutely cannot lose to other schools," said Dubian Che, turning his head to look at Kiyono Lin standing next to him.

Kiyono Lin replied softly, "It’s not just her, from my observations, most students at Goda are like that, accustomed to the idea of ’if you’re going to do it, you must excel.’"

"Mm, that makes sense, you’re the same kind of person."

"Using ’excellence’ to describe me?" Kiyono Lin looked at him discontentedly.

"Perfect, you are perfect."

Kiyono Lin, slightly mollified, turned her head back and continued watching the performance on stage.

Dubian Che gazed at her profile, her hair tied up into a bun for the competition.

"What are you looking at?" Kiyono Lin frowned upon noticing his stare.

"Beautiful girls truly look cute in any hairstyle."

"...It’s just appearance, what’s there to talk about," said Kiyono Lin, turning her head away. "You should pay attention to my results, sports, arts, etiquette, and my impeccable spiritual aspect."

"Impeccable spiritual aspect, huh—"

"Do you have any doubts, Mr. Dubian Che?"

"No, it’s just that I think you are really very cute."

"Are you belittling me?" Kiyono Lin crossed her arms and scoffed at Dubian Che.

"Not at all, how could I underestimate you?"

"Lies," said Kiyono Lin, her expression turning cold, "I underestimated you, Mr. Dubian Che. I didn’t expect you to be this ignorant."

"Wearing a men’s suit is also very cute."

"I’m telling you..."

"Even when you’re angry, you’re cute."

Kiyono Lin took a deep breath and said sharply, "I’ll tell you again, Mr. Dubian, superficial matters like appearance are not worth mentioning."

"The sound of your breathing is cute, your lips when you speak are cute, your eyes when you’re angry are cute, the way you fold your arms is cute, the rapid blinking when you’re shy is cute..."

"Superficial," Kiyono Lin released her arms, her lips pursed tightly, her eyes widened, "If I’m unsatisfied with your solo later, you’ll see what awaits you when we return to Tokyo!"

She snorted coldly, completely turning her back on him, not even leaving him a view of her profile.

But today was unfortunate for her; her ears, fair and dainty, were exposed since her black shiny and straight soft hair was tied up in a bun.

Dubian Che looked at her translucently red ears, carefully listening to Kiyono Lin’s breathing in the darkness, feeling an inexplicable emotion welling up inside him.

However, he shifted his gaze towards the audience, his hand clutching the oboe that emitted a black luster.

No matter how cute Kiyono Lin was, his music was played for Jiutiao Meijie.

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"...Mr. R, you must be God, right?"

"Shut up."

******

Pushing open the heavy doors leading to the stage, the performance sounds of the high school immediately filled his ears.

Unlike the Capital City competition or Kansai competition, once it was the national competition, no school was weak, each one a long-established powerhouse in wind music.

"But, we can’t be afraid, Yunbei is one of the 29 competing teams, and it’s a powerhouse in wind music!" Chisako, holding the tenor horn, swallowed nervously.

The students from Yunbei filed into the backstage, where another school was already preparing to go on stage—it was Goda High School from Kantou.

A private school with a deviation value among the top ten percent nationally.

A few students had exceptionally brilliant minds and some were frighteningly diligent, while the rest, all both smart and diligent, were simply insufferable, giving no chance to ordinary people.

As Mukai Asaka put it, these last types were utterly nauseating.

They wore neatly arranged black uniforms, their expressions somber and solemn like a well-trained army.

Chisako found a corner, feeling short of breath, her heart pounding rapidly.

She closed her eyes to a deep, bottomless darkness.

"Don’t be too nervous," a calm voice mingled with footsteps, softly reminding her.

Chisako opened her eyes and silently nodded to Dubian Che as he walked up.

"Feeling confident?" Dubian Che asked.

"I don’t know..." Chisako wasn’t sure herself.

"You’ll be fine."

Chisako looked at him surprised, "Why do you say that?"

"Right now, here at Nagoya International Conference Hall, there are plenty of skilled people, including Yunbei. Many have impressive wind music skills, like that oboist and another tenor horn musician. And your good friend Sahui, she’s both beautiful and talented."

"What kind of reason is that?" Chisako sighed speechlessly.

"But none of those guys I just mentioned matter to me. In all Yunbei, only you, Chisako, are worthy to be my friend. That’s why you’ll be fine."

"Why?" Chisako asked softly.

It was strange, was it because the competition was about to start? Even though Dubian Che was badmouthing his respected seniors and Sahui, she wasn’t angry at all.

Or was it because Dubian Che considered her a friend?

Going to Tokyo alone for studies, having done menial jobs, having a girlfriend who could make the organizers too scared to speak loudly, effortlessly securing the national championship, and being flawlessly attractive—being regarded as a friend by such a person who stood above everyone else.

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