I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

in the lounge

After finishing his words, Furuno Takashi stopped talking and looked up at the hanging LCD screen, which showed the live broadcast of the venue.

His classmates from school are getting ready to play.

In order, the first competition is the performance group.

Students from Xinyuan High School entered one after another.

The boy and girl methodically arranged the musical instruments that had been with them for a long time, waiting for the conductor's order. The violin was raised and the bow was drawn like a soldier on standby, silent and calm.

Thousands of spectators in the audience were silent in unison. All the noise stopped after the contestants entered the stage, and countless eyes converged on them like lights.

The expressions of the teenage boys and girls were either excited or excited.But when the baton was waved, the trembling arms relaxed instantly, and then entered the state according to the habit that had been rehearsed hundreds of times.

With the opening string band's short and urgent violin strings and a melodious oboe playing.

The prelude to Mozart's "The Wedding Overture at the House of Ferro" floats into everyone's ears like a light messenger spirit.

There are no straight suits or off-the-shoulder evening gowns. The youthful school uniforms are their silent accompaniment. Months or even years of sweat are bursting out together with the violin in their hands at this moment.

Everyone's eyes were full of flashing dreams, and they also wanted to see the prosperity of Tokyo from the remote countryside.

Chapter 82 "opus"

The host with a coquettish hairstyle jumped up like a snail and announced the final result in a hoarse voice:

"Shinen High School from Aomori Prefecture, Honshu Island, what is the score of this school?"

"The overall score is A grade, 90.24 points!"

"It's unbelievable! A-level at the audition! He is simply the dark horse of this year's Art Awards!"

"The Wedding Overture at the Ferro Family" is usually performed together with a stage play. If it could cooperate with the dance music group next door, it would definitely complement each other, but unfortunately there is no corresponding opera arranged in the program of the dance music group of Xinyuan High School.

A high school with only a few hundred people barely managed to gather three parts: strings, wind instruments, and percussion.Even though this orchestra only has 40 or [-] members, it is already a miracle that they can put together a group that can perform this world-famous piece normally.

Not to mention that there were no mistakes throughout the whole process. Through the conductor's adjustments and prompts, the percussion instruments were neither too powerful nor allowed the wonderful tone of the double bass to completely overwhelm the oboe.

The lack of a corresponding opera does not hinder their outstanding performance. Rather, it is better to say that there is no complicated coordination in the repertoire, and they can play more freely.

After all, perfect endings only exist in fairy tales, just as most works of art are incomplete.Perfect things only make people shudder.

At the end of the song, the boys and girls of the Xinyuan High School performance group had smiles on their faces, and they all bowed to the audience and the judges to thank them.

A girl with braids had tears in her eyes. She couldn't hide the happy smile on her face and grabbed her companion's arm.

"Are you just dreaming? It's really not a dream! We did it! Class A, this is Class A, we will definitely make it to the finals!"

The boy who was caught blushed, and then he pretended to be confident of victory and gave a thumbs up: "Of course, as long as we keep going like this, the finals will be a piece of cake!"

"I just said we can do it! Let those old guys see that it's not just elite schools that can shine in the Art Awards. It's time for them to see the strength of our Xinyuan High School performance group!"

The host suddenly came up and answered loudly in a funny voice:

"Of course it's not a dream! You are NO.1!"

"90.24 points, I can't believe you can achieve this level. I can now declare you the strongest high school students."

"The strongest...so powerful"

The boy secretly glanced at the braided girl, and when he saw her smiling face, he felt as happy as wearing woolen socks on a winter night.

She is pursuing youth, and so is he.

The boy tightened his grip on the clarinet in his hand, becoming increasingly determined.

Samiko's wish, I will definitely help you realize it!

They are not the only ones who want to realize their dreams. All the contestants want to see higher scenery, and it is not just the boys and girls of Xinyuan High School who are struggling.

After Xinyuan High School, several high schools took turns to perform on the stage, but the highest score was only B grade, 82.3 points.

The outcome seems to be doomed. The schools that will be promoted in this round of auditions are probably Xinyuan High School and Shenggang High School.

The last turn was the performance group of Hachioji High School.

Different from the previous small symphony orchestra that usually had dozens of people, the one who came on stage was a girl with long hair and a light blue headband in her hair.

When entering from the preparation corner on one side, her school uniform-style pleated skirt swayed, and her small face wearing round glasses was full of bookishness.

In fact, the rules of the Art Award have no limit on the number of schools participating in the performance group, and not all of them are similar to the size of a symphony ensemble.

In the past, there was even a couple who beat all the opponents and finally won the gold reward.

It is worth mentioning that after the final performance, the pianist proposed to the violinist in front of the national audience.

While such romantic and brave deeds are envied by women across the country, boys suffer for no reason. Even when the confession is not heartfelt enough, they will be compared with the pianist named Arima.

Under the spotlight, the blond girl's tearful smile was particularly sweet, and she put on her wedding ring under everyone's breathless and expectant eyes.

Later, the two gave birth to a daughter, named Arima Vanilla, who is still active in foreign music circles.

As for the members of Hachioji High School's performance group, most of them compete individually, unlike other schools where the whole group participates.

Due to the withdrawal of Yu Akane Kobayakawa and Hoshizu Uma, the level of the performance club, which lacked two souls, dropped sharply. After the instructor saw the ensemble of the performance department, he was disappointed and told Principal Suzuki that he could not lead this team.

So Principal Suzuki simply allowed him to develop freely. This time, he focused on the calligraphy team. Even so, there were not many people who could take advantage of the performance department.

There are also people who are dissatisfied with the practices of the instrumental section, so those who are capable will not join the instrumental section.

This girl sitting elegantly in front of the piano is obviously one of them, at least in the eyes of other people who are also in Hachioji's performance group.

The girl placed her hands lightly on the keys to adjust her breathing, her nose opened and closed slightly, and her expression became gentler, as if she was integrating her whole body into the melody of the song.

The light passed through her hair, just like a beam of moonlight peeking out from between the clouds and covering the small flowers in the field, ethereal and pure.

Maybe it was 1 minute, maybe 10 minutes. No one urged the girl to start playing immediately, and the atmosphere became quiet along with the girl's quiet expression.

Finally, the fingers moved.

The cold keys seemed to be given life by nimble fingers, and the gentle tone just like me slowly flowed from the gaps in the piano.

"opus" by Mr. Ryuichi Sakamoto.

This piano piece is complex yet pure.

Soft, soothing, it can pull out a broken and reborn power from the corner of the soul in sadness.

The gentle tone is reminiscent of afternoons spent with Ms. Margaret, and the rhythm is soothing and calming.

"Opus" is not like other difficult songs that show off one's skills. Her music notation is simple and the staff is easy to learn.

The simplicity will make people think that I can do it after listening to it.

But it is very difficult to perform well. It is just a blind imitation, and at best it is a poor copy that is tangible but soulless.

Just like the same kitchen knife, some people can use it to make Chinese food, and some people can use it to make Indian curry.But the imitations at the back obviously can't compare with the former.

Closer to home

"Opus" has a different experience in each season. It is like a willful painter painting in the mind.

Unlike Xinyuan High School who kept silent out of respect, all the audience present were affected by the girl's gentle touch on the keys, and the air became consciously quiet.

The hot red-haired JK girl subconsciously hugged her boyfriend tightly.

There is a middle-aged successful man who closed his eyes and silently shed two lines of tears in regret.

There was also an old man with gray hair lying on the armchair and remembering something with a reassuring smile.

This piano music can allow a person to experience different stories of life at different stages, and they can experience the rhythm that only they understand.

The venue in Wuhou Temple is not large, and the reasonable space arrangement allows thousands of people to be accommodated on the upper and lower floors of the auditorium.

outside the tv

Tired office workers plug in their headphones and listen to "opus" on the subway, recalling their childhood riding on their father's shoulders at the beach.

Just like the haggard father in the hospital bed, that gloomy winter is gone forever.

The clanging wheels of the train run over memories and crush the backbones of people living in this cold city.

He only has his mother left, and it has been a long time since he had a good phone call with her mother who is far away in his hometown.

As a newly hired employee after graduating from college, he was overwhelmed by the heavy schedule of his predecessors. After work, he would wander aimlessly on the streets late at night with his briefcase in hand.The pressure of work gradually made him as numb as the people in this city.

Every phone call to my mother lasted no more than ten seconds, and she looked completely perfunctory.

So I pressed the phone and dialed. As my mother's kind voice rang, tears poured out like an unstoppable valve.

The people around me were hanging from the rings like numb tree poles, swaying with the moving subway.

Similar scenes occurred in many places.

The fingers are raised and lowered, like catkins fluttering up and down in the spring breeze.

The girl's piano sound directly touches the softest depths of people's hearts. No matter who they are, they will be moved by this soft and sad sound.

The short five minutes are long and short, just like a human life.I am still immersed in the most beautiful age without realizing it, but in a blink of an eye my life has changed, and I can only look for scenes of joyful laughter in my memory.

As the last sound of the action striking the strings ended, the whole place fell silent as if the mute button had been pressed.

Occasionally, there are faint sounds of sobs, but the scenes of youthful past seem to flash before the eyes, making people only feel that the sobs are like a dream.

The girl is not an imitator, a replica, she perfectly absorbs the essence of the track.

If we want to evaluate it, her performance level has even surpassed the original work. The keys under her fingers do not stiffly reproduce the melody in the staff, but truly show her unique color.

Is this really what a high school student can do?

Degawa Wenshu recalled that when his wife was still alive, he was still very young at that time, and the soil in his heart already had an owner. Even after so many years, he was still unmarried.

The strong muscles became flabby, the healthy teeth fell out, and even the thighs that were exercised while riding mountain bikes in youth began to have fat.

Everything will change, but my love for her will last forever.

Slowly exhaling a breath, the gray-haired Degawa Atsuki raised his sign.

S class!

This is a score that can only appear in the finals. It is too inconsistent to appear here at this moment.

The other judges looked at each other and gave it an A grade for the sake of rigor.

Combined with audience ratings, the overall score is A-level, with 92.3 points.