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Chapter 330 - 166. School Trip (15)_3

Chapter 330: 166. School Trip (15)_3

"What?" Kito Chiri’s tone was devoid of emotion, her large eyes filled with infinite confusion.

This was an innocent child.

"Dubian!" Chisako shouted, her face flushing.

"Pervert." Sahui also turned her head away with a flushed face.

Okay, yellow card.

The people around them chuckled and whispered to each other.

Yellow card all around.

"My point is, Kito, when you play the oboe, try to play with more emotion, more fervor. Aren’t you playing for Senior Umbrella Wood? Then let her see your greedy, possessive love—make it passionate enough to melt her!"

"Isn’t playing the sheet music perfectly good enough?" Kito Chiri asked, puzzled.

"No, no, no, just playing according to the scores will never reveal all the detailed nuances," Dubian Che shook his right index finger. "The oboe has many expressive techniques. What are you thinking about when you play? Do you have something you want to convey?"

"Something to convey?" Kito Chiri tilted her head and countered.

"It’s love, it’s love!" Dubian Che stood up. "We oboists are believers of love! Given love, feeling love in life, we should express it through our oboes! This love is our ammunition for the oboe!"

"...I’ll do my best." Compared to Dubian Che’s passion, Kito Chiri was as calm as a penguin watching the sky in Antarctica.

Dubian Che pulled out a reed, cleaned it, and put it back, handing the oboe to Kito Chiri.

"Play it for me," he said.

Kito Chiri’s slender fingers moved lightly over the keys, and a clean sound emerged.

The crowd was immersed in this sound.

Chisako greatly admired Senior Sister Kai Zhong; she was truly impressive.

"No, boring," Dubian Che interrupted mercilessly. "The music sheet is not something delicate. You have to smash it hard. Go again."

Kito Chiri played another segment.

"No, no, I didn’t hear the ’DuangDuangDuang’ sound. It wasn’t smashed hard enough. Go again."

Kito Chiri played yet another segment.

"Unacceptable, unacceptable," Dubian Che shook his head. "You’re already showing a calm side when you’re with Senior Umbrella Wood, so when you play the oboe, you must let her feel your dripping wet love—only such contrast can capture a man’s heart!"

"Man?" Sanmu Yuka looked puzzled.

"Dripping wet... man’s heart..." Chisako muttered these words as though giving up on everything.

"Sorry," Kito Chiri lowered her head.

"Don’t apologize; you’ve been working hard. How about this..." Dubian Che turned to Sanmu Yuka, "Senior Umbrella Wood, could you please cooperate a bit?"

"Me? Ah, no problem."

Dubian Che brought over a chair and had Sanmu Yuka sit opposite Kito Chiri.

"Kito, look at Senior Umbrella Wood’s face and play again."

"Mhmm." Kito Chiri stared at Sanmu Yuka and slowly played.

Dubian Che listened for a while and shook his head: "No, not enough."

He walked behind Kito Chiri, whispering in her ear: "See? Senior Umbrella Wood is right there. Do you want to reach out and jump on her?"

"The breath on her neck, the sweat under her armpits, her smooth stomach—don’t you want to smell it?"

"Eh—???" Sanmu Yuka hugged herself with a scared expression.

As Dubian Che described, Kito Chiri’s gaze moved toward Sanmu Yuka’s neck, armpit, and stomach, her breath becoming slightly murky and heavy.

But her tone was still accurate.

Dubian Che had long noticed; Kito Chiri practiced very diligently. The music sheet had already become instinctive for her.

"Yes, you need to play with such a damp breath, blowing it onto her," Dubian Che said slowly. "And look at her chest, small, but so perky, and those white, tender legs under the pleated skirt—don’t you want to touch them?"

As Kito Chiri’s gaze gradually took on a licking intent, Sanmu Yuka blocked her chest with one hand and pulled down the hem of her skirt, slightly turning her body away.

"She’s embarrassed but also so cute, right? Don’t you want to tease such a Yunai? Don’t you want to hold her in your arms?"

Kito Chiri’s tone suddenly thickened.

"Yes! Like that! Naked truth, naked hearts, naked love!"

In Dubian Che’s voice, Chiri’s performance was filled with passion, no longer cold as ice.

Fingers gently slid across the keys, at times joyful, at times melancholic, at times sweet, at times sorrowful.

The timbre seemed to become vividly colorful, dazzlingly bright, with each lingering melody brimming with emotion.

In an instant, Chisako seemed to see the music classroom filled with pink bubbles.

Incredible!

"Perfect," Dubian Che applauded.

In Chisako’s view, a smiling Kito Chiri stopped playing, seemingly having mastered something.

"Kito, remember, you are not playing to replicate the score, you are playing to make Yunai shy, moved, sad, and even embarrassed. You should mold her into what you like; the oboe is your weapon!"

"Okay, I got it!" Kito Chiri nodded her head vigorously in excitement.

"Chiri—" Sanmu Yuka, holding her skirt and chest, wailed, trying to hold her back.

"Kito, your tone is very clean, and your pitch very stable. For a high schooler, these are really good performances. Now, with my introduction, you’ve become a believer of love and will definitely be able to enter a music university in the future, letting the whole world hear your voice."

"As long as Yunai can hear it, I’m satisfied."

"Right," Dubian Che realized. "But when the time comes, Yunai will also let you go, let you enter a higher, farther musical temple."

Kito Chiri shook her head, holding her oboe, silently staring at the Sanmu Yuka before her.

A slightly confused but indulgently sweet smile flashed across Sanmu Yuka’s face.

Chiri inherently possessed extraordinary talent and effort, and her performance level was unquestionable. However, just then, the more stirring tone truly touched her heart.

In the future, as Chiri became even more outstanding and possibly attended the best music university, could she keep up?

Or should she have Chiri accompany her to a regular university instead?

Sanmu Yuka gripped her flute tightly.

...

Lunch break quickly passed.

Chisako saw off Dubian Che and Kiyono Lin at the school gate.

"Chisako, remember to read the math notes I gave you. I’ll be waiting for you at Tokyo University."

"You’re overestimating me!"

"I thought you’d say ’Even if I could get in, I’d choose to go to a women’s university with Sahui.’ It seems you two aren’t that clingy yet."

"Don’t use that word again!"

"Okay, okay." Dubian Che was about to say more when the bell for class rang in the distance.

"Let’s go." He waved his hand briskly and walked down the hill with Kiyono Lin.

"Yeah, goodbye." Chisako was startled by the huskiness of her own voice, came back to her senses, and realized she had almost teared up.

Fortunately, Dubian Che had already turned away.

"Kiyono, how’s my mentoring method? Isn’t it highly effective? I swear to Yunbei that Kito Chiri will definitely become a great oboist, or let there be an earthquake right now!"

"I only see you harassing girls."

"Hey, hey, hey, it’s because you’re looking at this through a biased lens that you think I’m harassing. If you were neutral, then I..."

Their voices gradually became inaudible.

"Chisako, it’s time for class!" Sahui called from behind.

Chisako took a deep breath and gathered her emotions: "Coming!"

She suddenly remembered something Dubian Che had said casually when they met earlier that day.

’Think about it, everybody was enchanted by me and then suddenly they couldn’t see me anymore. Doesn’t that feel very youthful?’

"Tokyo," she murmured as she turned around and walked towards the school buildings.

Wistfully, she looked into the distance, beyond the school’s back hill, where the boundless autumn sky could be seen.

Planes flying from west to east left white trails that split the sky in two.