Yuzao Haomei and her companions stood in a corner, feeling more nervous every time they saw a team from a strong school.
In their eyes, the schools with formidable abilities seemed incredibly different even in the way they spoke and acted. Their neat uniforms exuded an intimidating aura.
There were even TV stations conducting follow-up interviews.
"What should we do? My hands are starting to shake!"
"I can’t even remember the melody! It’s over, it’s over, what’s the opening note?"
"Stop it, you’re making me forget too!"
Just as they were spreading unease among each other, the entrance of the venue suddenly erupted in noise, even including suppressed screams from some girls.
Members of the Wind Instrument Club instinctively looked over, only to see the boys from Goda High School Wind Instrument Club coming in, each holding a bottle of soda and sweating profusely.
The boys responsible for moving the instruments, drenched in sweat, could be seen all over the venue, but the girls were focused on Dubian Che.
He couldn’t seem to handle the heat, pulling at his suit collar with one hand, his sleeves rolled up revealing muscular forearms.
"That guy is really handsome."
"Could he be a celebrity?"
"No way, look at his school uniform."
"Which school’s uniform is that, I’m so envious!"
"It looks like it’s Goda."
"Eh, isn’t that a private high school known for its academic excellence? I’ve never seen them in competitions before."
The girls from the Wind Instrument Club felt proud for the first time that Dubian Che was one of their members.
Only Yuzao Haomei clicked her tongue displeased.
The screaming hadn’t died down when Kiyono Lin, who had gone to change earlier, walked in, and the venue buzzed again.
"So handsome, that girl!"
"Look at her outfit... is she a consultant? No way, she’s too young!"
"She’s from Goda too!"
"Ah, such handsome classmates and consultants, why aren’t they at our school! Just one would be great!"
Students from the Wind Instrument Clubs across Kantou discussed without any reservations.
Not only that, the TV stations, like sharks that had smelled blood, immediately swarmed over.
As Dubian Che walked up to the once again transformed into a beautiful boy, Kiyono Lin, ready to tease her a bit, reporters surrounded them.
"Hello, may I know which school you are from?"
Dubian Che glanced at Kiyono Lin, who with arms crossed seemed uninterested in speaking.
"Goda High School," Dubian Che volunteered.
Camera flashes immediately targeted him.
"Young man, what’s your name? What instrument are you responsible for?"
"My name is Dubian Che, and I’m in charge of the oboe in the club."
"To become the Prime Minister of the Island Country and lead it to become an independent and self-reliant nation," Dubian Che spoke confidently, full of self-assurance.
Not to mention the lie-detecting Kiyono Lin, no one in the audience who could hear him believed him.
"Young man, I was asking about your goal for this competition," the reporter reminded him.
Another reporter continued, "Mr. Dubian, how do you plan to become Prime Minister? Do you have a specific plan? And what will you do next?"
Dubian Che ignored the serious reporter and said to the more promising one, "I plan to participate in various competitions during high school to increase my visibility. This orchestral music competition is one of them, and I’m also training in baseball, aiming to enter Koshien next year."
"Of course, that’s not enough," Dubian Che continued, "I’m ranked third in my school, and, barring any surprises, I should receive a recommendation for entrance to Tokyo University."
"Of course," Dubian Che said with the vigor of a young politician, "Although I can’t reveal details, my girlfriend is powerful and influential, and even the student beside me, she’s quite a figure..."
"Shut up," Kiyono Lin massaged her temples in frustration.
"Yes." The future Prime Minister Dubian Che chose to temporarily surrender.