I work as a teacher at a girls' school in Tokyo

Chapter 115 Rainy Day, Saturday Afternoon Piano Section

Looking in from the open door of the wind section activity room, many people have already gathered in the spacious concert hall
It is now 13:50.

"Let's go."

Casually speaking to Shiori Shinohara behind him, Tetsufumi Hirakawa walked into the door of the concert hall first.

The small sound of rain immediately disappeared from the ears, replaced by the sound of communication between students.

However, this kind of noise didn't last long. After seeing his figure, the students present gradually became quieter.And, unsurprisingly, Hirakawa Tetsufumi was quickly overwhelmed by the eyes of these students who turned their heads.

"..."

The frequency of his appearance in the wind section can be seen from the students' reactions.As long as he appears more frequently, these students will not look at him with the eyes of "ah, I almost forgot that there is an instructor in the playing department".

Also, Shinohara Shiori behind him also had some kind of eyes that implied criticism and dissatisfaction like "Mr. Hirakawa--".

This kind of feeling like a light on your back can't be wrong.

This is Miss Shinohara's resentment—hmm...why do you say this sentence as if this lady has turned into some kind of ghost, so let's take it back.

Just accepting the attention of the students at the door, a polite smile appeared on Hirakawa Tetsufumi's face after a while.

"Everyone, good afternoon."

The voice echoed, and then, realizing that the eyes of the students who had been staring at him for too long disappeared like an ebb, Hirakawa Tetsufumi also turned around after sighing slightly, and walked to the side where Ogasa Suzuki was.

In the future, I may really need to come to the performance department more, otherwise the students in the performance department will always look at their instructors like strangers, which is obviously not normal.

While definitely not making up his mind for the first time, Hirakawa Tetsufumi came in front of Ogasa Suzukiko.

Mrs. Xiaoli, who is petite, does not wear glasses. Her iconic gold-rimmed glasses are now in her hands, and she is using a glasses cloth to wipe the lenses that are stained with water droplets in the rainy day.

But obviously, it should be interrupted by Hirakawa Tetsuwen who came in suddenly in the middle of wiping, so a few conspicuous drops of water can still be seen on one of the lenses of the glasses in her hand at this moment.

only……

Teacher Xiaoli did have a natural potential for being dumb. When he saw him approaching, he squinted his eyes in a daze, and put the huge gold-rimmed glasses on his palm-sized face.

"Teacher Hirakawa, why are you here today?" After putting on the glasses, he opened his eyes wide to the clear world, and there was a welcoming smile on his face.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa stared at Suzuki Ogasa's left lens, which was obviously wet from the rain.

"Ms. Ogasa, as the instructor of the performance department, it's normal for me to come."

"Eh?"

However, after saying this, Ogasa Suzukiko showed a serious thinking expression, and the eyes behind the lens reflected the brilliance of doubt, and then he reacted and nodded slightly.

"I almost forgot, Mr. Hirakawa is the instructor."

"..."

After a while of silence, Hirakawa Tetsuwen looked at Ogasa Suzukiko with no affectation in his eyes...

Ok.

If it was Shiori Shinohara, such words would definitely be ironic to him.But Mr. Xiaoli was just dumbfounded.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi showed a helpless smile, skipped this topic, and focused his eyes on Ogasa Suzukiko's left lens again, and reminded: "Mr. Ogasa, glasses."

"Glasses?"

"Not wiped clean."

"..."

Ogasa Suzuki reacted blankly for a few seconds, then exclaimed "ah", took off the glasses, and wiped the lenses that were still stained with water droplets with the glasses cloth still in his hand.

"No wonder it's weird in front of you."

After putting on the glasses again, Ogasa Suzuki lifted the frame embarrassingly.

"..."

In fact, the water droplets on the lens are still very obvious. Although Hirakawa Tetsufumi is not short-sighted, he can imagine that such a lens should be discovered immediately after wearing it normally.

It can only be said that he deserves to be Mr. Ogasa who is a bit naturally dull.

Next, the short pleasantries ended.

For the rest of the time, Hirakawa Tetsufumi, as an instructor, sat in a corner of the concert hall, quietly watching the practice of the performance department, and listening carefully.

Whether it's the familiar piece "Forest under the Blue Sky" or another one - two pieces of music are required to be played in the wind playing competition, and one is composed of several theme songs drawn up by the problem group. Among them, Moriya chose "Under the Blue Sky" The forest", the other one is a free song chosen by myself, and Moritani chose "March of Blue Sky and White Clouds".

A track that is quite enthusiastic just listening to the name.

The same is true.

In the middle of the sudden heavy rain, the notes practiced by the brass section surrounded the concert hall, easily covering the sound of the rain in the ear.

Suddenly, in this square inch of land, the weather was rewritten, and the gloomy sky was replaced by a clear sky.

Until the end of playing, the quiet concert hall could only hear a little rain from outside through the walls with good sound insulation, which reminded people that this was a dreary rainy day.

And this kind of practice sound, accompanied by the voice of Ogasa Suzuki, continued from two o'clock in the afternoon to seven o'clock in the evening.

At the end of the playing, amidst the bright lights filling the concert hall, Ogasa Suzuki's soft voice rang in my ears.

"This is the end of today's practice, everyone, see you tomorrow."

When the door of the concert hall was pushed open, the rain was still falling, but it became smaller again, and the sound of the rain turned into a small rustling sound again, appearing in my ears.

Looking at the rain that was occasionally illuminated by the lights in the dark night outside through the lights in the corridor, when she looked away, Shiori Shinohara was already standing beside her for some reason.

"Student Shinohara."

Hirakawa Tetsubun turned around and took a look.

"Yes, Mr. Hirakawa."

After practicing hard all afternoon, even Shiori Shinohara, a dignified young lady, had a little tired look on her delicate face under the light.The blood on the lips that kept playing the trumpet was also slightly dim.

The performance department is indeed a very hard club.

"Are you ok?"

"no problem."

"Practice is really hard."

"This is the daily routine of the flute section, Hirakawa-sensei."

"Ah."

The two chatted slowly, walked forward, walked through the corridor, and entered the stairs.

"Teacher Hirakawa." Shiori Shinohara spoke again.

"what happened?"

"You shouldn't be lazy in today's practice, right?"

"...What kind of question is this? You should ask—'Today's practice, you should watch it carefully', etc., instead of directly asking if you are being lazy."

After a few words, Hirakawa Tetsubun corrected the statement of the girl beside him.

"It's all the same."

"It's not the same. This way of asking seems to link me with laziness."

Shinohara Shiori flicked her long hair: "Ms. Hirakawa should know whether there is a hook or not."

"Absolutely not." Hirakawa Zhewen did not admit such a thing.

"Hmm—" He echoed casually.

"..."

After a moment of silence, Hirakawa Tetsuwen sighed weakly.

"Shinohara-san, you say things like that are the most respectful, but in fact you don't respect them at all."

A brisk smile suddenly appeared on Shinohara Shiori's tired face. She pursed her lips and replied, "Mr. Hirakawa, we should respect the facts more in this regard."

"..."

"Then Mr. Hirakawa, did you get lazy in today's practice?"

"……No."

"About the flute section—"

"Is Shinohara-san working as an examiner?"

"Shiori is supervising Hirakawa-sensei."

"...Okay, okay." Hirakawa Zhewen was indeed a little helpless.

Miss Shinohara is quite serious.

"However, when it comes to the performance section, it's too early to make a conclusion after just watching it once. Let's take another look."

"Ok."

Shinohara Shiori nodded slightly.

The voice of talking stopped, and they walked down the stairs slowly, walking all the way into the night at this time, until they parted at the school gate after a long time.

(End of this chapter)