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Chapter 95 - 77. The first discordant note

Chapter 95: 77. The first discordant note

By Monday, the Human Observation Department was hustling to avert a club crisis.

Kiyono Lin found a way to win over the entire Wind Instrument Club and became a temporary advisor.

Dubian Che’s task was to persuade the student council to agree: if they helped the Wind Instrument Club enter the Kantou competition, they would acknowledge the legitimacy of the Human Observation Department.

In real-life high schools, the presence of the student council is nowhere near as pronounced as it is in anime; many people don’t even know who the president is.

Although Dubian Che was no ordinary person, he also had no idea where the student council room was, so he decided to go to the principal’s office, which he had visited once before.

"...so that’s about it, I hope the principal can give us a chance to strive for this privilege through hard work."

The old principal, rubbing the back of his left hand with his right, said thoughtfully, "Our school has always advocated for students managing students since its establishment, Mr. Dubian, it would be more appropriate for you to discuss this matter with the student council."

"Alright, thank you, Principal," said Dubian Che regretfully, "I will convey your words to Kiyono and Meiji, we will find a way on our own."

"Of course!" the old principal crossed his fingers, clasped his hands tightly, and pursed his lips, "Goda advocates a meritocracy—if Kiyono can truly lead the Wind Instrument Club into the Kantou competition, I believe the student council will definitely recognize the significance of your club’s existence."

"Thank you, Principal! I will pass on your message to them!"

"Mhm, keep up the good work. And don’t neglect your studies either."

After leaving the principal’s office, Dubian Che went straight back to the classroom.

What followed were matters between the student council and the principal. The Human Observation Department—or rather, Kiyono Lin—had one thing to do: get the Wind Instrument Club into the Kantou competition.

And he, Dubian Che, could practice the oboe and massage techniques in peace until the Kantou competition in August.

Dubian Che, in a good mood, pulled out his oboe reed from his pocket and absentmindedly blew on it; the melody was "Jingle Bells."

After school, Dubian Che went to the Human Observation Department’s club room and heard voices discussing something at the door.

Pushing open the sliding door, he saw the beechwood table that could seat eight was fully occupied, even his own seat had been taken by Mayi Asuka.

Although it wasn’t clear whether Kiyono Lin had reminded them or they were just too embarrassed, no one had taken a seat on the Jiutiao Meijie’s sofa.

Upon seeing Dubian Che enter, the Wind Instrument Club said in unison, "Sorry for the intrusion."

"It’s fine," Dubian Che waved his hand, signaling them to continue.

They continued their discussion as Dubian Che tossed his backpack onto the sofa, took out his oboe—which he temporarily named ’the black recorder’—assembled it with care, and set it aside.

Then, with the reed in his mouth, he blew on it while flipping through "Beginner’s Techniques for Oboe Scales."

"...The problem lies with the third-years; they insist..." Kiyono Lin glanced at Dubian Che as she spoke.

"Bub-bub-bub, bub-bub-bub, bub-bub-bub-bub-bub—" he continued with "Jingle Bells."

She continued, "If they keep insisting, we can only..."

After memorizing the book, Dubian Che took out a tuner, set the frequency to 440Hz, and attached the reed to the instrument.

"Quack, quack-quack."

He stopped and repositioned his fingers.

"..." This time no sound came out.

It was okay; he was a beginner after all.

"..."

"Hmm-hmm." Dubian Che cleared his throat and adjusted the depth of the reed, straightening his back.

"..."

This thing really was troublesome. With other instruments, as long as you had enough lung capacity, you could always produce a sound, but this one was counterintuitive.

The oboe had such a small air intake that you could only blow a little air at a time, almost like holding your breath.

The feeling of carbon dioxide trapped in the lungs was not comfortable.

Beginners would definitely feel dizzy and lightheaded when playing long notes; it wasn’t uncommon for some to faint.

Dubian Che’s current task was to make a sound.

He took the mouthpiece out, blew into it as if it were a whistle, and then carefully studied the embouchure in front of his book.

Dubian Che, absorbed in learning, made it quite painful for the others attending the meeting.

Conversations would be interrupted by sudden "bub-bubs," and just as they got used to it, there came a "bub—."

Feeling like he had a little grasp on the embouchure, Dubian Che inserted the reed back into the oboe, occasionally producing a duck-like sound.

Whenever this happened, everyone fell silent, waiting for the sound to pass, while Kiyono Lin rubbed her temples with a headache.

"Thump thump thump."Suddenly, the door to the club room was knocked on.

"Come in."

Three students, two males, and one female, stood at the door with unfriendly looks: "We are from the Calligraphy Club next door; could you please not make such sharp noises?"

Kiyono Lin smiled at Dubian Che.

"Sorry, sorry, I’ll take it back to practice," Dubian Che put down the oboe.

After being complained about, Dubian Che could only focus on studying theory, whistling to himself.

"Mr. Dubian, for the oboe, it’s best to find a teacher," suggested a girl from the Wind Instrument Club with a housewife-style dangerous haircut as they were leaving.

"Ah, thank you," Dubian Che snapped back to reality and nodded toward her.

After they left, just as Dubian Che was about to continue practicing, Kiyono Lin asked him, "Did the student council agree?"

"They agreed."

Kiyono Lin frowned: "Tell me the truth."

Dubian Che was about to continue whistling when, hearing her say this, he had to recount his midday visit to the principal.

"The next time the student council gives us trouble, just direct them to the principal; he will definitely help convince them on our behalf."

Kiyono Lin nodded, not minding Dubian Che’s blustering through leveraging the authority of the Kiyono family.

She herself wouldn’t use privilege, but she wouldn’t stop others from doing so either; besides, without her, there was still the Jiutiao Family, and the result would remain unchanged.

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