"Are you having trouble over there?" Dubian Che asked.
"I'll handle it." As the sun set, Kiyono Lin picked up a book wrapped in a cover.
The situation was more troublesome than Dubian Che had anticipated, as he watched them hold several meetings until Kiyono Lin finally informed him on Thursday that the issue was resolved.
"It took too long," she frowned, "and wasted several days of practice."
To lead a wind instrument club of Goda High School's caliber to the Kantou competition was indeed important—even every second counted.
However, this was none of Dubian Che's concern.
"May I come with you?" he said.
Kiyono Lin tilted her head slightly, casting him a questioning look.
"I'd like to practice awhile longer." Dubian Che pointed to the oboe on the table.
Not only in the activity room, even in his rented room, Dubian Che had received complaints.
