The announcement of the results of the Tokyo Wind Instrument Competition was rather simple.
As soon as the competition for the schools that participated in the morning ended, staff would immediately hang up huge sheets of paper with the results on the stage.
Hundreds of faces all stared in the same direction, the turbid and scorching air filling the entire concert hall. The girls had flushed faces; some bowed their heads in prayer, some held hands, staring intently ahead.
Dubian Che and the "beautiful boy" Kiyono Lin stood at the back of the venue, looking down at the members of the Wind Instrument Clubs from dozens of schools.
"Nervous?" Dubian Che asked.
"Not really," Kiyono Lin replied, her arms crossed.
"Feel like there's a chance?"
"A little."
"How sure are you of qualifying for the Kantou competition?"
"One hundred percent."
"Your 'a little'... isn't small at all."
