The music hall in Karuizawa was hosting a student training camp for the first time.
Learning that Goda was last year's national competition gold medalist, and with Dubian Che not caring about the rent, everything was no problem.
The only request was to allow tourists to be free spectators.
This was good for the Wind Instrument Club, and Dubian Che had agreed without communication—as the deputy head, he felt it was important to have some decision-making power over the subordinate departments.
On the way back to the villa, he received a call from Xiaoquan Aonai.
"Dubian!" After the excitement, there was still a hint of excitement in her voice.
"Mr. Xiaoquan." Dubian Che was cycling in the woods, and apart from birds and squirrels, there was no one else, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
The call went quiet, but there was not a hint of awkwardness, just silent warmth, being conveyed from Tokyo to Karuizawa—across these 126 kilometers.
