The morning sun rises high in the sky, pushing the clock to noon, and in the hours that follow, it gradually falls towards the other side of the skyline.

By the afternoon, the sun was still "sun" rather than "sunset", and the clouds had not yet seen a colored glow.

At this time, the bell rang for the end of school...... Twenty minutes later.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa walked out of the office.

It's useless to go to the band too early, right? No one has arrived, so it's better to go a little later.

Walking up to the connecting corridor to the club building, there was no one around, and those who should have gone home had already gone home, and those who should have gone to the activity room had already gone there.

The shouting on the playground began to echo in my ears again, as if it never stopped.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa walked through the corridor, entered the club building, and came to the fifth floor.

The moment I walked out of the stairwell, in my ears, across the concert hall, suddenly there was some kind of blowing sound in my ears, it was a solo.

With Tetsufumi Hirakawa's knowledge of musical instruments, he couldn't tell what kind of instrument it was.

Probably what is the number?

He didn't know.

But he still subconsciously slowed down.

Even a layman can hear that the sound of blowing in his ears is loud, crisp and high-pitched, as if turning into tangible sound waves.

Under the impact of this sound, Tetsufumi Hirakawa walked to the door of the concert hall. When he put his hand on the closed door of the concert hall, he hesitated for a moment to push it in, whether it would disturb this kind of solo.

But apparently he was overthinking.

The loud and powerful music will not be affected by the opening of the door at all.

When he gently opened the door of the concert hall, the music that had lost its barrier was like a horse that could gallop in the steppe with the reins loosened.

In my ears, I was completely occupied by this sound, and the never-ending shouts on the playground were gone, not to mention the sound of the door opening.

An intense, sharp tone that cuts through the air and unstoppably obscures everything except it.

The player is still playing solo.

The audience was still intoxicated by the sound.

No one noticed his arrival.

The sound of blowing reverberates in this exquisitely decorated concert hall, transforming the place into a silent jungle.

And in this silent forest created by the soloist, the call of the high-pitched lark breaks through the barriers of the trees.

Soar into the sky.

……

……

The end of the song.

The forest is gradually crumbling.

In front of me, in the field of vision, the figures of the members of the concert hall wind club appeared one by one.

But no one spoke, no one even made extra movements, just sitting.

Everyone looked at the girl standing in the center.

She wore her long hair and held her instrument in her hands, a brilliant golden color.

Her delicate face was stained with a drop of sweat on her forehead, and there were hairends stuck to it, and her face was a little red.

The lark, which had been crying in a high-pitched voice, was also a little tired at the moment.

She gasped softly, and in this quiet concert hall, even the nice panting spread to the distant walls and into everyone's ears.

After that, in the silence, the girl gathered her breath and bowed slightly.

"Hirakawa-sensei."

“……”

The silent scene, the stagnant time, the heart beating again, can't help but put away, for fear of disturbing the breathing of the player, also emerges at this moment.

The audience, who were intoxicated by the performance, looked in unison towards the direction of the girl's bow and the door.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa: "......"

As a teacher for many years, I don't know how long I haven't felt flustered under the gaze of my students.

However, now, the mind flew away with the sound of the blowing, and before I had time to take it back, I suddenly greeted this baptism of eyes like a waterfall, and I really experienced a little panic for a long time.

He remembered the first time he stepped onto the podium and faced 56 faces.

But only for a moment.

Years of experience have regained my mind in an instant.

"Hello Shinohara-san, ladies and gentlemen."

Shiori Shinohara's mouth briefly lit up a silent laugh like a dragonfly, and then sat down lightly, reaching out to straighten her long hair, which was a little messy.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa also withdrew his gaze from her.

Shinohara-san, it's really amazing.

The solo just now, even he can hear it, and the level is definitely not low.

With such emotion, his eyes looked at Mr. Ogasa, who was standing in front of the crowd.

Facing her somewhat surprised gaze, Tetsufumi Hirakawa just nodded slightly, and then retreated to the corner, signaling that he was just here to listen like last week.

Ogasa-sensei apparently received such a message, so he clapped his hands and drew all eyes to him.

"Everyone."

"What do you think of Shinohara-san's solo?"

"Pretty good, huh?"

"I want to learn from Shinohara-san."

"Alright, let's start practicing."

"From verse 23 onwards."

“……”

-- The dividing line of the exercise --

Tetsufumi Hirakawa listened and observed.

This week's wind club practice was still as relaxed and enjoyable as the previous week, and the communication between Ogasa and the students was also very harmonious. It seems that last week was not an accident.

Also, Tetsufumi Hirakawa found something very strange.

Among the members of the wind club, there was a girl who, I don't know what to do, kept looking towards the corner where he was, which made Tetsufumi Hirakawa very puzzled, and even turned on the front camera of his mobile phone to take a picture of his own face, which had nothing but a little handsome.

It's business as usual, nothing worth noting.

Why does this girl keep looking at him? And I feel that her eyes are strange, at least definitely not admiration or admiration or anything like that.

It's more like Tetsufumi Hirakawa used to be in high school, after encountering an affair, his classmates looked at him from time to time.

Fortunately, after Mr. Ogasa called her name, she restrained herself and stopped looking at him.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa also remembered her name because of this.

"Takao-san."

But this was just a small episode, and Tetsufumi Hirakawa didn't take it to heart for long.

After a relaxing and enjoyable wind club practice, among the students who walked out of the concert hall, Tetsufumi Hirakawa stopped Ogasa Suzukiko, who was about to leave.

"Ogasa-sensei."

"What's wrong, Hirakawa-sensei?"

Ogasa-sensei, who was wearing large gold-rimmed glasses, turned his head to look at him, but because of the range of movement, the glasses that looked out of size had slid down, forcing Ogasa to lift the right frame with his index finger.

"Can you stay for a while? I have something I want to talk to Ogasa-sensei. ”

"Is that so?" Ogasa-sensei looked up at him with a hint of confusion, but nodded solemnly, "Okay." ”

"But before that, I'd like to talk to Shinohara-san first, and I might have to trouble you to wait."

"It's okay."

Mr. Ogasa said softly, then turned around and walked to the side of the concert hall, and stood next to him, looking at him with curious eyes.

And Tetsufumi Hirakawa has already looked at Shiori Shinohara, who consciously stayed behind and walked towards him.

It's time to fix the Wind Club issue.