The sky was dark and precipitated, like a large amount of gray pigment ink.

The rain of light green leaves on the branches of the cherry blossom trees is like the first stroke that a gentleman carefully writes on a precious postcard for his lover.

On the way to the auditorium, it was as if I saw a rainbow falling from the sky and turning into a seven-colored umbrella.

Toru Kamiki walked straight into the auditorium with a cheap transparent umbrella he bought from a convenience store.

When I saw him walk in, the eyes and voices of all the students rushed like waves.

"Toru Kamiki is here."

"Are you going to start? Has it begun? ”

"So handsome~~"

"Melon seed drinks are sold in the front row, cameras are rented, and players are cheering ~~~"

Some students saw Toru Shenmu for the first time, and the young man was too clean and beautiful, he was like the bright moon that had fallen into the world, exuding a gentle light in the world.

Everyone's eyes follow him, as soon as he moves, everyone moves, and as soon as he stops, everyone stops.

Shenmu's face didn't change, but he was complaining in his heart about how idle these people were? Do you like to watch the excitement so much?

The members of the wind club were the first to arrive, and some of the boys didn't say a word, and their fingers were pinched until they turned white.

They have long been tired of seeing Morita Mountain in the wind club, relying on being the only oboeist to do his best.

When Toru Shenmu appeared, they were all very happy, and they thought that they were surprised by a hard stubble and arrogantly, but the result was a zero-based Xiaobai.

Although many people think that Morita Mountain is a cannon to fight mosquitoes, most of the people in the wind club hope that Toru Kamiki, a mosquito, can bite this cannon to death.

After all, it is better to have Harumi Suzuka as a minister than Moritayama as a minister.

"Lord Shenmu!" There are girls with their arms raised high, like big birds flapping their wings, shouting loudly.

"Gotta do it!"

"Yes, we have your back!"

Some of the students seemed to be living and dying together, and their faces became serious, and Toru Kamiki could understand that after all, they had pressed a 'huge amount of money' of 100 yen on their bodies.

The lights were on in the auditorium, and Morita was sitting in the front row, talking and laughing with the people around him.

"Come on, Shenmu." Ai Sato said to Toru Kamiki who came forward.

Toru Kamiki nodded, looked around, and didn't find Sakuraba Noriko's figure, but saw Kiratsu Chihaya sitting with Yuko Akane.

He then said to Hiratani Kamikawa, who was on the side, "Let's start now." ”

Hiratani Kamikawa didn't expect so many people to come at first, but he didn't expect this teenager to be quite popular.

Then he looked at the case of the instrument that Toru Kamiki was carrying, and just by looking at the brand, he could understand what the price range of the instrument was.

Could it be that this student is a rich kid?

"Advisor?" Toru Kamiki forgot the other party's name.

"yes, okay." Hiratani Kamikawa came back to his senses, turned his head to look at Moritayama and said, "So, can Morita-san start playing first?" ”

Morita Mountain got up confidently, sneered and said, "Okay, Senior Brother Shenmu, you just listen in the audience, don't run away." ”

"I'm waiting here for someone, of course I won't run away." Kamiki didn't even look at him.

"I'm still hard-mouthed when I'm dying." Morita Yama wiped a look of disgust on his face and took the stage with an oboe.

"Swan Lake" is a lyrical melody built on a natural minor key, a masterpiece that has been passed down for a lifetime, and for an oboeist, you can't do without it, but you can't.

As soon as Morita took the stage, the noise in the arena suddenly dissipated.

Moritayama's gaze penetrated the crowd and fell on Chihaya Rutsuki's body, and he wanted to prove that he was better than Toru Kamiki!

That country boy is not worthy of you at all!

With two fingers pressed, the overture of "Swan Lake" unfolds.

The oboe blows a soft tune, as if seeing the miserable picture of a young girl turned into a swan by magic, and the sad swan on the lake slowly stirs up a wave of microwaves.

The soft and mournful timbre, tossing and turning, is unsettling, and it is full of gentle beauty and sadness.

The delicate and gentle pastoral notes of the oboe filled the auditorium, and many students closed their eyes with wonderful expressions on their faces as if they were enjoying the course meal in the footwashing city.

"In his performance, you can hear the traces of hard work behind it!"

"100 yen this time! It's steady!"

"I'll give 10 points"

These people all had this "I understand" expression on their faces.

Toru Kamiki only felt that these students were pretending to understand purely, and it was only the oboe that moved them.

With an absolute sense of tone, he can keenly perceive that Morita Yama has an accident at the seam of the notes and the notes.

A swan with a graceful neck seemed to turn into an ugly duckling in that moment, snorting and flippers on the water, and the next second, it suddenly turned into a white swan.

It's so dramatic, no matter how good Tchaikovsky's music is, he can't save it.

Toru Kamiki subconsciously looked at Chihaya Ruzuki, and sure enough, her expression when she looked at Morita Mountain was like watching a kindergarten child blowing a plastic pipe on the stage.

When the performance was over and the applause rang out, Toru Kamiki saw "unbelievable" on her face again.

"Minister Morita, I'm surprised that you played it well." Hiratani Kamikawa smiled approvingly.

Shenmu Toru finally knew how many pounds and taels this young man was.

Moritayama walked down with his head held high and said to Toru Kamiki, "Are you ready?" ”

"Well, I didn't expect that." Toru Kamiki said with a smile.

"I've already given you a chance, but you didn't grasp it." Morita Yama showed an expression of embarrassment for Toru Kamiki, "Let me think about it, I drink milk every day after the second period, and my shoulders always ache during my lunch break, so I'll trouble you then." ”

Toru Kamiki didn't bother to talk to him anymore, picked up the oboe, and immediately looked at Harumon Suzuka, who had been hiding beside Ai Sato: "Harumi-san, prepare well." ”

Get ready? What to prepare? Ready to eat yourself?

Harumi Suzuka hides by Ai Sato's side, she has always regarded Toru Kamiki as a wolf hunting in the flock, and smells a very dangerous aura from him.

Toru Kamiki stepped up to the stage, his long, white and slender fingers pressed the tone button, and the reed in his mouth vibrate.

When the first note germinates, even in the ears of students who don't know how to pretend to understand, the difference with Morita Mountain is clearly captured.

The bass vibrates the air, and the tension-filled timbre penetrates the auditorium unbiasedly while maintaining a beautiful sound.

In the auditorium, there seemed to be white feathers of swans.

It's a tune, but it's also an oboe that reproduces the notes......

The numbing timbre made the people present swallow a mouthful of saliva involuntarily, and their hearts seemed to be wrapped in the soft timbre, and the smooth melody almost did not feel the change of notes.

Each note is wrapped with a hot aftertaste, like the taste of the finest fruit juice shaved ice, slowly melting on the tip of the tongue and sliding into the throat.

"How is that possible...... It's too stable......"

Ai Sato looked at the young man on the stage with a shocked face, he heard him blowing the whistle in the corridor, and he was still a pure duck at that time.

At that time, I was still laughing, so I could only squat down and cover my stomach.

But now he played it like a ripe sweet fig flesh wrapped around his tongue, dreaming of holding it in his mouth and tasting its dazzling delicacy.

Harumi Suzuka felt her little heart trembling, and opened her eyes wide and whispered, "Listen well......."

"Ruyue-san, what's going on?" Yuko Akane looked at Rutsuki Chihaya beside her, but she saw a surprised expression on the other party's little face that she had never seen before.

The end note of the song fell, but the beautiful aftertaste lingered in the auditorium for a long time.

The auditorium was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard, no one moved, no one spoke.

Then they came back to their senses and began to stir, and everyone discussed their thoughts in a rambling manner, each face flushed.

Toru Kamiki's gaze kept falling in the direction of the doorway, and he still didn't see Sakuraba Noriko.

He lowered his hands, took a deep breath and said, "It's really boring." ”

"Wow——!"

The students exploded almost at the same time, and they all regarded this sentence as a second provocation to Moritayama.

However, it was their brains that were overdone, and Toru Kamiki just felt that Sakuraba was not there, and no matter how good the performance was, it was not interesting.

Morita Mountain's face turned red with anger, how could this be! Isn't he zero-based!

Just as Toru Kamiki was about to step down, a figure almost hit the door.

She panted and raised her hand to brush the hair from her cheeks, the flesh that covered her slender legs was wet with rain, the umbrella in her hand hadn't even been shaken off, and the doorway covered with non-slip mats was littered with small droplets.

Sakuraba took out a tissue from her bag in a panic and wiped the water stains off her shoulders.

After tidying up her appearance, she raised her head to look at Toru Kamiki on the stage, with a smile on her lips, and Toru Kamiki was also smiling, her eyes fixed on him.

"Shenmu-san, come down."

Hiratani Kamikawa couldn't hide the shock in his heart, this person's level can't be compared even to himself!

Toru Kamiki didn't listen to him at all, and a bunch of messy things popped up in his head.

Spiral Staircase, Unicorn, Ruined Street, Fig Step, Unicorn, Teresa's Way, Unicorn, Peculiarity, Giotto, Angel, Hydrangea, Unicorn, Peculiarity, Secret Emperor......

He raised the oboe again and said with a smile, "Are you ready, guys?" Time is about to start accelerating. ”

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