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Chapter 88 - 74. Remember: Trouble comes from the mouth.

Chapter 88: 74. Remember: Trouble comes from the mouth.

Because he got delayed by a scolding on the way, by the time Dubian Che walked into the concert hall, other high schools’ Wind Instrument Clubs had already taken their places on stage.

Dubian Che glanced at the audience seats; out of the seats that could hold more than five hundred people, only a few dozen were occupied.

"Where shall we sit?" he asked Jiutiao Meijie.

"Front row."

Jiutiao Meijie strode to the front row and sat in the very central seat.

Her posture and mannerisms as she crossed her legs waiting for the performance to begin were truly befitting of Miss Jiutiao’s reputation, as if the concert were arranged solely for her.

However, given her status, booking an entire concert hall would have been a trivial affair for her. Perhaps it was the high school Wind Instrument Clubs performing today who should feel honored.

After all, the symphony orchestras they idolized and studied might not even qualify to perform for Jiutiao Meijie.

Dubian Che sat down to the left of Jiutiao Meijie.

In the corner of the first row on the far right, Kiyono Lin sat all alone.

The characters of the two young ladies were apparent just by their choice of seating.

Soon after sitting down, an MC took the stage.

"The concert will now begin. Please keep quiet, refrain from taking photographs and running around, and in case of an earthquake, this venue can also serve as a shelter. Now, the first piece will be performed by the Futaba Junior High Wind Instrument Club."

Futaba was a combined elementary, junior, and high school located near Shibuya Station, but it had an average deviation value and wasn’t played around with by Goda and two other schools.

These junior high students were young and tender, yet their performance was not to be underestimated.

The piece sounded like "Little Star," but it wasn’t the simple, short, and easy piece used for basic practice, which was easy for newcomers to pick up.

"It’s ’Variations on Little Star’ by Amano Shodai," explained a languid Jiutiao Meijie. "There’s a passage with the melody of ’Little Star,’ but the first half is serene and soaring, while the latter half is full of vigor. They’re far from reaching that level."

"Be a little more tolerant of the children."

"When you take the stage, it’s all about the level of performance. When I go out to do business, will people tell me their bottom line just because I’m young?"

"That makes sense, but after all, this isn’t a competition, nor is it about money, but simply a free concert," said Dubian Che.

Jiutiao Meijie turned her face towards him and said, "Are you trying to reason with me?"

Dubian Che fell silent, reached out his hand, and took her small hand, signaling ’as you say’ and continued listening.

Jiutiao Meijie looked at her hand being held, snorted coldly in an indifferent manner, but let him hold it.

After two pieces had played, Dubian Che started to feel drowsy, and thought it about time to catch some sleep.

Just as he was about to tell Jiutiao Meijie and then fall asleep, he felt a weight on his shoulder.

Turning his head, he saw Jiutiao Meijie had already fallen asleep.

’The young lady also can’t appreciate the concert?’ Seeing Jiutiao Meijie’s faint dark circles, Dubian Che dismissed the thought.

It must be jet lag.

He hesitated for a while, contemplating whether to wake her to help adjust her jet lag or let her continue sleeping.

If he did nothing, he wouldn’t make a mistake. Yes, better to let her sleep... With his body still and not moving, Dubian Che yawned.

Like this, one piece followed another, until at last, it was Goda High School’s turn.

"The next piece will be performed by the Wind Instrument Club from the prestigious private Goda High School," announced the MC, prompting Dubian Che to finally muster some energy.

Suddenly, his ears were filled with discordant music that was unbearable to listen to. The rhythm was off, the beats were a mess, and the conductor’s baton movements did not sync with the sounds of the instruments.

Even an outsider like Dubian Che felt it didn’t seem quite right.

He looked towards the corner, where Kiyono Lin had been engrossed in the concert from the start and was now staring at the stage with a displeased expression.

Behind him, whispers began to spread, followed by snickers.

As the piece progressed, at some point it was only the sleigh bells and brass playing, sounding like mortal enemies determined to outdo each other in discordance.

Dubian Che noticed the sleeping Jiutiao Meijie begin to frown.

It was so bad, it might wake her up!

But as the conductor’s baton fell, the sound became beautifully melodic once again, a sequence of lovely notes unique to the tenor horn.

Dubian Che looked towards the stage, focusing on Mayi Asuka’s performance.

Among a stage of over fifty people, she sat expressionless in the midst of the crowd, yet became the sole focus, like a lotus flower.

Then, Dubian Che thought about how the insides of her beautiful legs beneath her school skirt had once been marked by his own hand with the character for "correct." A strange thrill ran through him, making breathing difficult.

Just as Dubian Che was recalling the sensation of the pen pressing into her skin, a drumbeat suddenly rang out, only to vanish without a trace, like a mouse that caught sight of a cat.

A rushed beat?

This sound had finally caused Jiutiao Meijie to open her eyes in displeasure.

She yawned lazily, "Which high school is performing on stage?"

Dubian Che glanced at the nearby audience, who were mocking the performance, and responded without using the phrase "our school," "Goda."

Jiutiao Meijie snorted with disdain. She couldn’t even be bothered to comment, which spoke volumes about the poor quality.

From the preemptive drumbeat on, almost every member of Goda High’s Wind Instrument Club turned a ghastly pale.

No wonder they had given up on practice.

Now, they seemed even below middle school level, let alone contending in the Kantou Competition—performing at a school festival to fool laypeople would also be problematic.

Jiutiao Meijie half-closed her eyes, "To think you’d dare to bring me to such a boring concert."

Wasn’t it you who followed on your own... Dubian Che could only think to himself.

"Next time, I will make sure to find a perfect concert!"

Jiutiao Meijie propped her head with one hand while tapping the armrest with the other, "I want you to perform for me."

"Uh, I don’t know how."

"What does that matter to me?" Jiutiao Meijie asked, smiling radiantly.

"Alright, if Meiji wants to hear it, I’m willing to learn."

Jiutiao Meijie’s lips curved upward, "In July, I’ll be done with my business abroad. By that time, you must reach a standard that satisfies me."

"Ha? Less than half a month left, isn’t that too short?"

"Weren’t you the one who said you’re smart and never slack off? You couldn’t possibly be..." Jiutiao Meijie suddenly leaned in close, their long eyelashes almost touching, "...lying to me, could you?"

"No... how could I... lie to you! July, I promise you’ll be satisfied!"

With the concert over, Dubian Che wasn’t sleepy; instead, he was startled.

And now, his Spanish lessons would have to be put on hold.

Despite having the privilege of exchanging 5,000 points for Grandmaster Level Piano, he thought he might save where he could and try to work hard on his own.

If Jiutiao Meijie ended up dissatisfied, he could always exchange points on the spot.

If possible, he still didn’t want to waste points on such a thing.

Exiting the venue, the black luxury car was parked at the entrance, seemingly out of nowhere.

Jiutiao Meijie, still yawning, walked towards the car, "This is so boring. I’m heading back."

"Just give me a ride while you’re at it." Seeing that his personal safety wasn’t at risk for the moment, Dubian Che thought it made sense not to miss out on a free ride.

Moreover, acting too proper didn’t fit the knowledge he gained from "How to Court a Wealthy Young Lady."

"Find your own way back."

"Don’t be so stingy."

"Do you think I have so much free time that I could be your chauffeur?" Jiutiao Meijie’s glance was almost menacing as she side-eyed him.

"Alright then, see you next time." Dubian Che didn’t press the issue and watched her get into the car.

"Mr. Dubian, do you have a moment? I’d like to discuss something with you." Kiyono Lin, frowning, walked out from the venue followed by the crestfallen tenor horn section members.

"I’m free," replied Dubian Che, turning back.

"I’ve changed my mind," called Jiutiao Meijie’s voice. "You, get in the car."

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