Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady Chapter 167 - 106.cram school (1)2

"Real-na reporting?" Kiyono Lin sneered, "It seems I also need to make a real-na report about soone’s illustrious deeds to Jiutiao ijie."

"Minister Kiyono, I am your personally promoted deputy! No one supports your leadership more resolutely than I do! I will continue to carry your great banner and implent all the developnt routes you have established!"

"Really?"

"Of course! Any decision made by Minister Kiyono, I firmly uphold; any instruction from Minister Kiyono, I always steadfastly follow. All actions obey Minister Kiyono’s command!"

Kiyono Lin sighed and said, "I finally understand why you can mix with Jiutiao."

Xiaoquan Aonai, watching from the side, laughed and said, "Alright, let’s go eat."

The three headed to the dining room.

"The minister’s matters aside, when will the departnt funds be replenished? By the way, I’m not only a mber of the Human Observation Departnt, but also of the Wind Instrunt Club, rember to give two..."

"Mr. Dubian, for a boy, you really talk too much."

"Teacher, look at her!"

"Um... You guys have a great relationship."

"Not at all, it’s terrible, it’s simply class struggle," Dubian Che denied.

Kiyono Lin remained silent, looking like she didn’t want to speak anymore.

At the restaurant table, dishes were arrayed, each person could choose three dishes they liked, plus a portion of rice and miso soup.

Dubian Che ate a hamburger steak, fried pork cutlet, and salad.

Kiyono Lin and Xiaoquan Aonai declined his combination of dishes, both picking just enough to get full without too many calories.

The rest period passed in a flash, and the evening practice started under Kiyono Lin’s stringent guidance.

One imperfect part after another was pointed out.

Running notes, unaligned beats, the balance of volus between instrunts, the timing of volu increases, thods to produce the lody, thods to adjust the tone...

Once a problem arose, it was t with dozens of tireso repetitions.

Kiyono Lin guided the Wind Instrunt Club without any special tricks, relying on her ears, which could always hear Dubian Che speaking ill of her, and on repetitive practice.

Repeating the sa asure in an ensemble was tedious and boring, but through this process, the stability of the piece could be seen improving.

The mbers of the Wind Instrunt Club were utterly exhausted, but driven by their aspirations for the national competition and by the continuously smoothening piece, they persevered in the monotonous practice without a single complaint.

After finishing the evening ensemble, they returned to their rooms after eleven.

Tired from the day, the boys who had planned to play cards, team up online to defeat monsters, and chat about girls during the break, fell asleep as soon as they touched their made beds.

Dubian Che grabbed his wallet and left the room.

For him, the day’s physical activity was negligible, and eleven o’clock was not his bedti.

The hallways were dim, silent all around, Dubian Che walked to the vending machine following the green light of the ergency exit.

Having eaten Mapo Tofu for dinner and after all the practice, his throat was terribly dry.

He sat by the vending machine in the corner, glowing with cheap white light, surrounded by a few moths.

Not wanting a flavored drink that night, he bought a bottle of pure water.

Gulping down the water, he walked toward the music hall in the dark.

Turning on the lights in the music hall, most of the seats were occupied with instrunts, with large instrunts like the tenor horn standing on the floor.

Under the light, the instrunts reflected a blinding brightness.

Dubian Che sat at his usual spot, placed the water bottle at his feet, picked up the oboe, tuned it, and started to play.

The lody, like that of a church gospel singer, road and lingered in the empty music hall.

He didn’t like musical instrunts or care about the national competition, and only wanted to see if he could elevate the oboe to "Transcendent Level" before the end of the national competition.

Because, after the competition, he probably would never touch the oboe again.

After playing a segnt, Dubian Che pondered how to play better than just monts before.

He had the talent to continuously progress on his own. In his hands, the oboe could produce a beautiful sound unmatched by anyone before or after.

Dubian Che picked up the water bottle, drank, and pondered the playing techniques, expressive power, emotions, and more in his mind.

Constantly, new improvents erged.

Just as he put down the water bottle and repositioned the reed in his mouth, ready to play again, footsteps echoed outside the music hall.

"Soone’s still here at this ti?"

"Yuzao student, this world never lacks hardworking people."

The two pushed the door and entered.

"Dubian?"

Compared to Yuzao Haoi’s surprise, Kiyono Lin showed no sign of surprise and nodded, "Good evening."

"Good evening," Dubian Che looked at the two beautifully dressed young won.

Kiyono Lin wore a long-sleeved hoodie with the school’s sumr athletic shorts;

Yuzao Haoi was much more glamorously dressed in a short-sleeved top and hot shorts, so hot that even the air seed warr.

"What are you doing here so late?" he asked.

"Yuzao student wanted to practice a bit more and asked for my help. I just can’t sleep in unfamiliar environnts, so..."

"Wait a sec, don’t say it out loud!" Yuzao Haoi interrupted Kiyono Lin in embarrassnt.

"Huh?" Kiyono Lin looked at her puzzledly.

Yuzao Haoi whispered, "Because, continuing to practice alone in the middle of the night after training, won’t people say it’s just for show? It’s too embarrassing."