I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Kitahara Hakuba went inside, closed the door, and said, "I forgot to bring it."

"Let's do it next time, I'm so tired today."

What kind of person do you take me for?

"A pervert who can't take advantage of the many beautiful girls around him because of his status, so he can only vent his desires on his girlfriend when he gets back."

"You can even joke around now, looks like you're awake," Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile. "Were you that tired today?"

Shinomiya Haruka collapsed limply into his arms, breathing softly as she said:

"It was the first time I took them to a competition, and I was so nervous that I didn't sleep all night yesterday."

"You get nervous too?" Kitahara Hakuba said in surprise.

"Of course I'll be nervous. If I don't do a good job, they might say that Shinomiya-sensei and Kitahara-sensei are far inferior, and that if he were to lead, the result would definitely be different."

"It seems there is indeed a significant difference."

Kitahara Hakuma finished speaking triumphantly, only to be bitten on the shoulder by Shinomiya Haruka.

"Hiss!"

Why bite him? He didn't say anything wrong. In terms of teaching music theory, I am better than Shinomiya Haruka.

"Coming to work here again?" Shinomiya Haruka said, looking at the laptop he was carrying.

"Yes, the students said they would adapt three popular songs for them."

"They really don't know how to cherish their teachers."

"Actually, as a teacher, it's quite nice to be needed."

Shinomiya Haruka left his embrace, her gaze fixed meaningfully on Kitahara Hakuba, who was scrutinizing her chest and waist.

"If you treat those girls like that, be careful you don't ruin them one day."

Kitahara Hakuba chuckled to himself:

"How could I fall for these girls? I'm an adult!"

Shinomiya Haruka just tilted her head and smiled. She said it was those girls who were the ones who fell, not him.

I really don't know if he did it on purpose or if he genuinely didn't hear me.

"What are you laughing at?" Kitahara Hakuba felt that her gaze was a little strange.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Shinomiya Haruka asked.

Kitahara Hakuba shook his head and kissed her forehead: "Go back to sleep, I can do it myself."

"it is good."

Shinomiya Haruka had only taken a few steps when she turned back, reached out and grasped Kitahara Hakuma's wrist, leaving a mark on her chest.

...What are you going to do? Didn't I already say I wasn't going to do it?

Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but spit out his saliva; the soft touch was truly unforgettable.

"I noticed you were staring at it, wondering if you really wanted to touch it."

Shinomiya Haruka revealed a succubus-like smile.

"But I'm very sleepy today, so I won't do it with you. Just make do with this for now."

"I told you I wouldn't do it..."

"Just kidding~, if you need any instruments, just go and get them yourself, don't be shy with me."

Shinomiya Haruka teased his chin, then turned and walked upstairs.

Kitahara Hakuba used the 478 breathing technique to calm himself down and then went to the soundproof room.

To adapt pop music into wind instruments, you need to first extract its core elements, namely melody, harmony, and rhythm.

Then, the structure is broken down, listing the verses, choruses, pre-choruses, bridges, etc.

First, there was the piece "Imprisoned Xll." Kitahara Hakuba studied the three core elements several times and ultimately determined that the main melody should be a complex harmony formed by a combination of woodwinds—recorder, oboe, clarinet, and saxophone.

The melody of human voices usually needs to be transferred to higher-pitched instruments, such as recorders and trumpets.

Without a doubt, these two instruments are superb for playing the main melody and harmony.

However, the song's vocal range is a bit high, so Kitahara Hakuba adjusted the original E key to C.

Then the harmony is reconstructed, with different voices playing the chords in layers.

The high register is played by the recorder and trumpet, with the root or third notes played by the recorder and trumpet. The middle register is filled by the clarinet and saxophone, while the low register is played by the tuba, tuba, and bass woodwinds, which are responsible for the root notes.

The percussion instruments also need to be rearranged and replaced. The original drumbeats are imitated by timpani and snare drums, and the electric piano is transformed into rapid tonguing of woodwinds, such as sixteenth notes of woodwinds.

Kitahara Hakuba raised his marker, the cap resting on his chin. After a moment of contemplation, he selected appropriate measures, added breath commas, and handled the various parts. The arduous task of composing the score had only just begun.

Dynamic contrast, timbre matching, and transition design—every measure and every voice part must be considered.

This is not a simple woodwind quintet or brass ensemble, but a nine-part ensemble with an outrageous number of instruments.

Kitahara Hakuba's brain is a concert hall, where music is played.

He kept revising and editing in the soundproof room, recording repeatedly with musical instruments.

More and more musical instruments were piled up in the room, and the progress bar on the screen kept moving forward, stopping and starting.

However, Kitahara Hakuba did not feel tired at all; on the contrary, he enjoyed it.

Every time he hears the notes after a trial performance perfectly played in his ears, he feels that he was born to create.

It's not unreasonable for the girls in the brass band to think of him as a god.

Chapter 178, Section 177: A Day Unlike Any Other for the Club Members (4K)

"White horse...? White horse? Get up, it's already afternoon."

Kitahara Hakuba vaguely heard something, and opened his eyes groggily. In front of him was Shinomiya Haruka, who was half-lying down, with strands of hair slipping from her shoulders and swaying gently.

"Hmm... I feel a bit cold." Kitahara Hakuba sat up from the sofa.

Shinomiya Haruka walked to the wall and turned off the air conditioner in the room.

"You can sleep here for so long?"

Kitahara Hakuba's pupils were completely unfocused; he stared blankly at the ceiling and said:

"I kept thinking of doing it a little longer... a little longer, but by the time I finished it was already past four in the morning. Then I thought of taking a nap, but... wait... what time is it now?"

“It’s already afternoon.” Shinomiya Haruka reached out and touched his sticking-up hair.

Kitahara Hakuba wouldn't believe such an explanation. If it were the afternoon, Shinomiya Haruka would have found him in the morning.

This woman loves him so much, she definitely wouldn't want him to sleep here. At the very least, she would bring him a blanket.

"It's only nine o'clock..."

Kitahara Hakuba breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Shinomiya Haruka with curiosity, asking,

Why are you up so late too?

If Shinomiya Haruka went to sleep around 6 PM yesterday, and it's 9 PM now, then she's slept for 15 hours straight.

A sloth!

Full of energy, Shinomiya Haruka sat beside him, legs crossed, and said:

"It's amazing how people can sleep for such a long time sometimes. Sometimes three or four hours of sleep is enough, but sometimes it can be more than ten hours."

Kitahara Hakuba smiled and raised his hand to rub his temples.

At that moment, he finally realized something was wrong. He shuddered, and his mind cleared instantly, as if he had been splashed with mint water.

"It's nine o'clock!" Kitahara Hakuba hurriedly tidied up the printed sheet music on the table.

The surging excitement deflated, as if pricked by a needle.

Shinomiya Haruka looked at his flustered appearance and asked:

"The entire Daoist assembly is over, and there are still two days until school starts. Don't you want to take this opportunity to rest for a few days?"

"Although it's over, I really haven't had time to rest."

Kitahara Hakuba put the sheet music he had finished last night into his bag, picked up his laptop, and hurriedly said...

"Dear sister, I moved the big instruments out last night. Thank you for taking care of these trumpets and such!"

This was the first time Shinomiya Haruka had seen him in such a flustered state, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud, resting her chin on her hand as she said:

"Isn't there a need to be in such a hurry?"

"The band practice started at nine o'clock! How can I, as the teacher, be late!"

This was simply unforgivable for Kitahara Hakuba, who had never been late since childhood and, after becoming a mentor, always arrived at school early every day.

Today's lateness will be something he'll remember for the rest of his life!

Do you have toothpaste and a toothbrush? I'd like to borrow them quickly.

"Forget about borrowing it," Shinomiya Haruka waved her hand, feigning disgust, "I have a new one in my bathroom cabinet."

Go get it yourself.

"it is good!"

He always jogged along the White Horse Road in Kitahara, and he had never felt so pressed for time before, to the point that he kept counting down the ten seconds in his mind.

Upon entering Shinomiya Haruka's bathroom, she opened the cabinet and found a toothbrush among a large pile of skincare products.

Although I was in a hurry, I couldn't skip the brushing step, so I had to brush my teeth properly. Otherwise, if I chatted with them, they might say, "Teacher Kitahara, do you have a stomach ulcer?"

"Where's breakfast?" Shinomiya Haruka asked, leaning against the doorway.

"I'm not eating anymore, I'm going to school to buy milk."

After rinsing his mouth, Kitahara Hakuba quickly walked outside.

After walking a few steps, he remembered he hadn't taken his bag, so he turned back and kissed Shinomiya Haruka on the way.

"Come back." Shinomiya Haruka's tone was tinged with amusement.

"There's no time for intimacy," Kitahara Hakuba said anxiously.