I am a teacher at a girls' school in Tokyo

The other girl who was holding the clothes said unhappily and put the clothes down.

"..."

Shinohara Shiori greeted her other two companions, then sat back on the bed with the music score.

But after a few seconds, I could hear their casual chat.

"Where were we talking about?"

"Mr. Ogasa has become stricter."

Shinohara Shiori blinked and looked away from the music score.

The two roommates continued.

"Oh, yes. Do you know why Mr. Ogasa became strict?"

"This kind of thing... you can figure it out just by guessing, right?"

"Eh? Can you guess why?"

"The only variable is Mr. Hirakawa, right?"

"..."

"What's your expression?"

"I thought I had first-hand gossip and wanted to share it with you..."

"Only an idiot like you can't guess this kind of thing."

"Damn it, you laughed at me and attacked me by eating my pillow!"

In my ears, two girls were laughing and playing.

Shinohara Shiori stared at the music score in a daze.

Chapter 65 The conflict finally broke out

The next morning, it was time to practice the ensemble again.

In the concert hall, students arrived one after another and joined the team.

"It's training again. I'm so tired."

"I woke up this morning and my hands hurt."

"Teacher Hirakawa is too controlling. I still prefer the wind band that only had Teacher Ogasa."

"But it's also for the national gold medal."

"Eh... it's not that easy."

"Just because it's not easy, we have to train harder."

“That’s what I said, but it’s really tiring.”

"Yeah, I'm exhausted."

"I don't want to train anymore."

"Okay, stop, Mr. Hirakawa and Mr. Ogasa are here."

The whispering stopped.

Shinohara Shiori also withdrew her gaze and looked towards the door of the concert hall, where teachers Hirakawa and Ogasa walked in.

At present, there are roughly two kinds of sounds within the wind section.

The first type, like her, like the minister, has her own firm goal and works hard for the national gold medal. Even without the intervention of Mr. Hirakawa, she would still train hard.

The second type is those students who are unwilling to train hard, complaining about why Mr. Hirakawa suddenly intervened, and miss the time when Mr. Ogasa trained them easily.

In fact, there is a third type, but these people did not speak out. They are the silent majority, the current mainstream of the wind ensemble, and the norm for most students.

If the teacher requires hard training, then we will train hard. If the teacher is not there, then we will be lazy occasionally. And as for the interference of Mr. Hirakawa, we will just make harmless complaints, or have an indifferent attitude like "Since it is the teacher's request, we just need to obey."

However, although the second type of students are a minority, when faced with many things, their willingness to express dissatisfaction is stronger than their willingness to express support.

Because dissatisfaction is a negative emotion, it makes people more willing to talk and speak out.

It is for this reason that the dissatisfied voices, although not loud, are so harsh that the atmosphere of the entire wind orchestra becomes bad.

This morning's ensemble ended without exception in such a terrible "silent questioning" - the so-called silent questioning is that as students it is difficult for them to oppose the teacher in person, but in fact that attitude can be seen anyway.

But this state won't last long.

Shinohara Shiori knew that this dissatisfaction would eventually explode.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa also knows this.

He even said that he had been waiting for this group of students to explode.

The outbreak of conflict does not necessarily mean a bad thing. On the contrary, in many cases, this outbreak provides a way to solve the problem.

Only when the problem is exposed can we start to solve it - if we cover up all the contradictions like Shinohara's mother did, that would be really difficult.

-

After the morning's blowing practice, it was time for a break. We rested until two o'clock in the afternoon, and then the part practice began again.

During this period of time, far away from Tetsufumi Hirakawa and Suzuki Ogasa, complaints and grumblings unsurprisingly spread among the wind band.

"We have been training for more than a day."

"It's okay, there's only one day left."

"The question is, on what basis? Let's forget about Mr. Ogasa, but what basis does Mr. Hirakawa have? What right does he have to make demands on us?"

“Because he’s the instructor.”

"What did he instruct? It was Ogasa-sensei who instructed us, and it was us who worked hard in the training."

"This... this logic is wrong, right? The teacher didn't say that he must train with us. We are the ones who want the national gold medal. This is our goal."

"National Gold Award?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Under the guidance of Mr. Ogasa, we were able to easily advance to the national competition. I think we are pretty good, right? Why should we compete for the almost impossible gold medal?"

"Almost impossible? It's possible as long as you train hard."

"Those strong schools for wind instruments are not just for show. Besides, why must we win the gold medal? I think I will be satisfied if I can enter the national competition."

"This……"

"..."

Such voices began to be heard in a corner where Tetsufumi Hirakawa could not hear them.

Moreover, the dissatisfaction of these second groups continues to intensify as the training time increases.

"Train, train, train, I've had enough!"

In the evening, before the ensemble started with Tetsufumi Hirakawa and Suzuki Ogasa arriving, someone on the stage of the concert hall finally expressed his dissatisfaction loudly and slammed the music score in his hand to the ground with a loud "bang".

All conversations at the scene were interrupted, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound in surprise.

"Kamiki-san?" The village chief on duty also stood up.

"I don't want to train anymore."

Holding the flute in her hand, Shangmu looked at the village chief on duty who walked up to her with a serious face and spoke.

"Why?" asked the village chief on duty.

"I'm tired and can't train anymore." Shangmu looked at the music score on the ground.

"Then take a break."

"Useless."

"Why is this again?"

"Why? You should ask Mr. Hirakawa, who does nothing but meddles in other people's affairs."

"Kamiki-san, that's too much."

"Did I say something wrong?" Shangmu looked at the minister.

"Yes." The minister nodded.

"Where is wrong?"

"He is the instructor, and it is his duty to supervise and manage our training."

"Then why didn't it appear last year, but it suddenly appeared again this year?"

"Teacher Hirakawa must have his own reasons."

“Heh.” Shangmu laughed sarcastically, looking at the classmates around him, and said, “Actually, you also have some guesses, right—”

"Kamiki-san, be careful with your words." The minister tried to stop her.

But it can't be stopped.

"That Mr. Pingchuan is just trying to steal the credit, right?"

"..."

There was silence all around.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa does not have much prestige among the students in the wind orchestra. It seems that, except for the director, no one would speak up for him and refute a third-year senior in such an occasion.

Amid the silent gazes of the crowd, Kamiki-san just stood there.

However, unlike what everyone had guessed, no one spoke out about it.

From the crowd, a young girl came out holding a trumpet.

"I said, I don't care how you vent your dissatisfaction, but if you want to discredit Mr. Pingchuan, what qualifications do you have?"

Shinohara Shiori stood up and looked directly at the so-called senior without any retreat.

She glanced at her.

"you again?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Younger generation——"

"Oh? Is it going to start again? Senior?" The mockery in Shinohara Shiori's mouth was most intense when she uttered the word "senior".

"..." Shangmu swallowed his breath and stared fiercely at Shinohara Shiori in front of him, "What do you want?"

"It's not what I want, but what do you want?"

"I just want to ask, what right does Mr. Pingchuan have to give instructions on our training?"

"You're just a waste." Shinohara Shiori mocked unceremoniously.

Shang Mu was stunned for a moment, "How dare you--"

"Why shouldn't I?" Shinohara Shiori said contemptuously, "For people like you who start complaining as soon as the training starts, and even slander the teacher because of it, what can't I say?"

"The goal of the national gold medal was clearly set at the beginning. What about now? Have you forgotten it? Is there anything wrong with training for this reason?"

"——What does this have to do with him?"

"Why not? As a teacher, why can't Mr. Hirakawa intervene when he sees a student like you?"

"Again? A student like me? What's wrong with me?"

"He was content with just winning the bronze medal, and forgot about his goal of winning the national gold medal. He consoled himself by saying, 'The national gold medal is nothing, being able to enter the national competition is already a great achievement.' He consoled himself with this reasoning, a pathetic person with no ambition at all."

Shinohara Shiori tidied her long hair and put on a very sarcastic smile.

"Ah."

"you--"

"what happened?"

The male teacher's voice suddenly sounded in the concert hall.