Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady Chapter 281 - 149. National Competition (4)3

"The ones affecting you are the organizers; I didn’t ask anyone to pick up," Jiutiao ijie said without even glancing at her, her fingers playing with Dubian Che’s bangs.

"It’s not you influencing us, but..."

Kiyono Lin didn’t finish her sentence when Chisako saw Dubian Che quietly step between the two.

He grabbed the girl in the black dress’s white and pretty hand and massaged it as he said, "Why are you wearing so little? Hurry up and go inside; don’t catch a cold."

Chisako always felt that the girl in the black dress had a proud exchange of glances with Kiyono Lin through her oversized sunglasses before finally walking into the venue.

Once the girl in the black dress left, the square imdiately started buzzing with chatter about all sorts of things, but soon the teachers suppressed the commotion and everyone began to feel nervous about the competition again.

"That must be his girlfriend, right?" Mukai Asaka guessed.

"Ah! I rember now!" Chiba Reiko suddenly raised her voice, "I went back and specifically watched the interview, and Mr. Dubian did indeed say his girlfriend was powerful and influential."

Sahui told Chisako, "I thought those two were a couple."

" too," Chisako nodded, knowing Sahui was referring to Dubian and Kiyono.

"This pervert can’t be playing two-timing, can he?" Sahui speculated quietly.

Chisako’s eyes widened: "If you say that, when he approached you, Sahui, was it because he wanted to develop a mistress in Capital City? Is he trying to juggle three at the sa ti?"

Sahui nudged Chisako’s side gently, annoyed.

Chisako imdiately made a face begging for rcy and laughingly said, "Sorry, sorry, I won’t joke anymore."

After the disturbance, it wasn’t long before people finally began entering the venue, each to their designated small halls.

After tuning and conducting the last practice, Goda waited for the staff to notify them to go on stage.

Dubian Che had a reed in his mouth, warming the instrunt’s body with his breath to maintain the best condition.

This was the most satisfying reed he made since becoming a "reed master," and this could also be the last ti he would play the oboe on stage in his life; he wanted to perform with all his might.

But alas, he had never reached the "Transcendent Level."

Beside him was Ayane Kumi.

Misaki Komatsu, the Minister of the Wind Instrunt Club, slowly approached, "Kumi."

"Hm?" Ayane Kumi’s gaze moved away from the music, looking at Misaki Komatsu.

"Next year, it’s all up to you to take care of the Wind Instrunt Club."

"Misaki..." Ayane Kumi stared at the determined-looking Misaki Komatsu and took a deep breath, "I understand."

Misaki Komatsu nodded her head, holding her instrunt, looking at the heavy doors: "It’s almost ti to go on stage."

Her tone was calm, but Ayane Kumi could hear the nervousness in it. She also looked at the door, her hand smoothing over the glossy exterior of the bassoon.

Elsewhere.

Aoi Ichiki was holding her head with both hands, eyes tightly closed, silently singing the music; Asako Hanaoka was holding a bow, her forehead resting on her cello;

Haoi Yuzao was writing the kanji for ’person’ on her palm, then furiously swallowing three tis; Asuka Mayi, as expressionless as ever, blew warm air upward into her tenor horn, keeping the instrunt warm;

The preparation room was silent.

Dubian Che said quietly to Kiyono Lin, "Aren’t you going to say sothing this ti?"

Kiyono Lin looked down, considered for a mont, shook her head, and said, "Overcoming nervousness on their own will be good for their future competitions."

Having made her decision, Dubian Che didn’t say anything more but sighed, "Ti flies so fast; it’s already autumn."

"You can continue staying in the Wind Instrunt Club," Kiyono Lin said indifferently.

"You’re not here anymore, so why would I stay in the Wind Instrunt Club?"

"Was it Jiutiao ijie who told you to learn the oboe?"

"What’s wrong with learning the oboe? I stay in the Wind Instrunt Club and take crap, all for you," Dubian Che said.

Kiyono Lin gave him a look, her tone fluctuating as she corrected, "For the survival of the Human Observation Departnt."

"The sa thing. But now that the student council president has changed, there probably won’t be any more threats of club termination in the future. We can be discharged and return to civilian life."

Kiyono Lin nodded slightly.

Misaki Komatsu, who had been quiet, suddenly ca over: "May I say a few words, Kiyono?"

Kiyono Lin was taken aback: "Of course."

Misaki Komatsu took a deep breath, looked around the entire concert hall, and everyone instinctively turned their eyes toward her.

"Since Kiyono started advising us, all of us have been practicing every morning, morizing music during lunch breaks, and practicing till late after school."

"So students missed their cram school sessions, leading to a drop in grades, many of whom, like , are third-years facing college entrance exams."

"So gave up their rest ti, ti to hang out with friends, ti to go out on dates with boyfriends..."

"Everything, everything, was for today."

"Everyone, I don’t want to say things like ’Just give it your all and enjoy playing.’"

Misaki Komatsu clutched the instrunt in her hands.

"I’m a senior; I’ve given a lot for today. You can consider this my selfishness, sharing the pressure with you, but I want to win!"

The crowd quietly watched her, her eyes glistening with tears, the girls clutching their skirts tightly, boys with tight lips.

"What does it matter if it’s our first ti reaching the national competition and a silver award is good enough..."

Misaki Komatsu looked at the people and took a deep breath:

"Anything but gold is not okay!"

The gasps of the girl’s emotional outburst couldn’t fill the quiet hall.

"Go Goda!" one of the boys suddenly raised his arm and shouted.

"Go Goda!" The voices of everyone resounded through the hall.

Before the echoes faded, the heavy doors were pushed open.

"It’s ti for the students of Goda High School."

"Everyone," Misaki Komatsu wiped her tears, "let’s go!"