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Chapter 210 - 123. Executive Committee (1)_2

Chapter 210: 123. Executive Committee (1)_2

Getting off the bus and walking up the slope to school, the morning was still dedicated to Wind Instrument Club practice.

After training ended, everyone felt like it wasn’t enough.

"Ah, it’s so annoying, why do we have to perform for thirty minutes at such a critical time!"

"Exactly, the School Festival is important, but it’s not nearly as significant as the national competition."

"The competition is in October; there’s just not enough time!"

"Can’t we just perform the competition pieces? Should we talk to the principal about it?"

"The Minister tried already, but it was no use."

Everyone packed up their instruments while complaining.

After becoming the Kantou representative and confirming their participation in the national competition, their dedication to music surged, completely unlike before.

When Dubian Che first joined the club, he couldn’t have imagined a day when he’d see them complaining about not having enough time to practice.

This clearly showed that Kiyono Lin was an amazing person. Of course, he, the scapegoat secretary, wasn’t bad either, and could easily take over in the future.

After daydreaming for a bit, Dubian Che collected his thoughts and pressed the keys in rhythm with his fingertips, simulating the tones in his mind.

At that moment, Ayane Kumi, with her gentle voice, spoke to him: "Mr. Dubian, what do you think?"

Without stopping his finger work, Dubian Che replied, "Maybe it’s precisely because we’ve made it to the national competition that the Wind Instrument Club is being asked to perform for thirty minutes."

"Why?"

If they had continued as before, making enough noise to wake the sleeping, those deciding the performance time probably wouldn’t have been out of their minds to let them perform for more than five minutes.

Of course, he couldn’t say that.

"After all, Goda is quite famous, and every year many people from outside the school come to the Cultural Festival, especially middle school students who are preparing for high school entrance exams and their parents. When I applied for the school, I also considered the Cultural Festival as one of the factors."

"I see," Ayane Kumi nodded, "That is indeed something we need to consider, so we have to work really hard."

"Exactly."

After practicing for a while and estimating that it was about time, Dubian Che removed his mouthpiece: "Ayane, I’m going to head out."

"Okay."

After Dubian Che left, Yuzao Haomei leaned in, placing her chin familiarly on Ayane Kumi’s shoulder: "He’s left again, huh."

"Mr. Dubian must already be very good at the performance pieces," Ayane Kumi said, pinching the corner of the score and flipping to "Red Lotus," which wasn’t yet familiar.

"That can’t be helped," said another girl playing the trombone, "Like Kiyono, what would take us three hours, they can probably do in five to ten minutes. Although everyone who enters Goda is very smart, they are the true geniuses."

"Don’t think like that," Ayane Kumi said, "We should be thankful they’re on our team, working together towards the same goal. We should hope for them to be even better."

"I can think that way about Kiyono, but not that guy Dubian Che, I absolutely can’t accept him," Yuzao Haomei puffed her cheeks, feeling a familiar sense of defilement in her butt.

Ayane Kumi poked her pretty face with a finger, finding it quite adorable.

Dubian Che left the music room, and the Wind Instrument Club business was out of his mind; what they thought of him didn’t matter at all.

The Executive Committee for the School Festival started operations today.

Walking to the meeting, the noise from many parts of the school building could be heard; many students had come for the Cultural Festival even though it was Saturday.

Arriving at the meeting room he had been informed about earlier, Dubian Che ignored the gazes of others and sat down in the farthest corner.

The meeting rooms at Goda High School were different from those in public schools.

In public schools, the meeting rooms used by students were rather plain, while the ones for teacher meetings were high-end, but Goda had high-end facilities for both teachers and students in terms of space and furnishings.

Feeling the comfort of the chair, Dubian Che pulled out his phone from his pocket and began to play a music game out of boredom.

He had arrived early and had played several rounds before even half the attendees had shown up.

They clustered together in small groups, some class representatives, boys and girls alike, were making the most of the opportunity, chatting and laughing, as if expecting the Cultural Festival to be like a honeymoon.

The female Executive Committee member from class 1-4, who hadn’t spoken a word to Dubian Che since the school year started, was now chatting with friends she knew from the clubs.

As the meeting time drew near, the room filled with more people, yet still, no one spoke to Dubian Che.

But it was okay, he wasn’t the only unpopular one; a few boys and girls who were clearly Freedom Fighters were sitting by themselves as well.

The atmosphere grew increasingly noisy, and Dubian Che slightly furrowed his brow, hoping the meeting would start soon.

Just as he was thinking this, the door to the meeting room swung open, and the chattering dropped significantly.

Kiyono Lin, holding a book, walked in with a resolute stride.

With her long hair fluttering and posture erect, even without knowing her identity as the daughter of the Kiyono family, no one dared underestimate her.

Kiyono Lin’s eyes briefly roamed the meeting room, and when she spotted Dubian Che, she hesitated for a moment before heading straight towards him.

It wasn’t until she entered the area reserved for corners that the others resumed their conversations.

"Ah, it seems we had the same thought," Kiyono Lin said, chin in hand, looking down from her lofty position.

"You’re also thinking about whether to go to the restroom before the meeting starts?"

"..." Kiyono Lin took a moment to compose herself, "You’re here because you didn’t want to participate in class activities and deliberately came to the Executive Committee, right?"

"Don’t compare me to you. I’m here for extra credits toward university admission, fighting for my future."