Trapped in the sunset

His head rested weakly on the piano cover, and his long black hair slid over his slender shoulders and fell on the white keys.

She locked herself in the practice room after breakfast, and left once more except for lunch, so it has been five hours.Wei Young tilted her head slightly, her silver-gray eyes staring blankly at the open score.

"I always feel... something is missing..."

Chopin's "revolution" was practiced by her when she was 13 years old.At that time, although her skills were perfect, her feelings still lacked a delicate touch.

This piece was written by Chopin in 1831 and is the last piece of "Etude Op. 10". It is "àsonami Franz Liszt"-a song dedicated to his friend Liszt.

The song was inspired by a riot in November 1831.At that time, Russia captured Warsaw, the capital of Poland, and the people revolted, but failed.Chopin poured all his heart and soul into this piece, for his country.When the news of the failure of the uprising reached his ears, his reaction was angry and desperate: "What pain these things have brought me! Who could have expected this?"

"—at last he sighed and said it was all over."

While flipping through the music score, while imagining the scene at that time in her heart, Wei Young's eyes fell on the last two bars, and she exhaled slowly.

"Tomorrow's second round of qualifiers, is there really no problem?"

The girl's soft murmur disappeared without a trace with the flow of air, and the only response to her was the steady beating of her own heart in her ears.

"Everyone in Japan, let's start class..."

What she said next was tinged with yearning and loneliness that she didn't even notice.Wei Young casually pressed the middle C, listened to the sad tone, closed her eyes to gather herself, silently cheered herself up in her heart, sat up straight again, and went on to practice.

——Now she has no extra time to be sentimental.

——In any case, she did not allow herself to leave any regrets in this match.

In fact, no one knew about her coming to the UK except for Akashi who was there at the time, the class teacher who notified her to ask for leave, and Kaiyinji Yoichi.She didn't want other people to know about her going abroad to participate in the competition. In this way, she not only saved a lot of trouble, but also left a way out for herself.

Wei Young is not so arrogant that she thinks that her strength is enough to defeat all opponents, and those who can have enough qualifications to compete are not ordinary people.In this way, if she is. . .If she loses, she doesn't have to face questioning or sympathy from others.

She didn't even notify Tetsuya.

Kuroko Tetsuya.

Wei Young recalled the last text message she sent him——

"Tetsuya, Yusei, congratulations!In this way, your dream is completed, right?No. [-] in Japan!

I will be away for a few weeks, if there is anything to talk about when I come back. 』

I always feel that facing him now is a bit complicated.

Although I am really happy for him, as a member of Luoshan, as a manager—even if it is only in name, I have witnessed the training of the Luoshan basketball team, which can be said to be inhumane, and witnessed their hard work and sweat. Lost, she is not reconciled.

—Winning or losing is not important, but—but she just hopes that the boy named Seijuro Akashi can keep winning.

As expected, she is the person who works harder than anyone else and is extremely strict with herself. . .There is no way to accept such a result.

Perhaps, choosing to leave for a period of time is the best decision.

Keep a distance between each other, sort out your mood, and then, return.

——So, when we go back, we will all go back to how we were before. . .Tetsuya, Akashi-kun.

. . .

In the lounge, Wei Young took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror wearing a pure white off-the-shoulder dress.

She flipped through the number she held in her hand that she had drawn this morning, and the "Fifteen Fan" in bold black font came into view.She is very satisfied with this number. For her, whether it is too far forward or too far behind, the pressure is too great.

Gently closing the score, Wei Young walked out of the lounge in response to the call of the staff.

It's her turn.

Standing on the stage illuminated by spotlights and looking towards the auditorium, Wei Young saluted the audience who couldn't see clearly according to the routine, then turned and walked towards the grand piano placed in the center.

At this moment, she pushed aside all distracting thoughts, and only the melody of the song remained in her mind, as well as the information and feelings she wanted to convey to the audience.

The anger of the occupation of the hometown, the helplessness of the failure of the uprising, from the initial fierce resistance to the final helpless appointment.Bring in yourself completely, try your best and try your best to integrate the composer's ideas into every note.

——"No, no, no! It's still too brisk, Xiao Weiyang. Be a little more sad, a little more desperate, just like before committing suicide~"

Wei Young, who was only 13 years old at the time, looked at Peterson who was engrossed in acting, and silently retorted from the bottom of her heart, "Mr. are you dead?"

——"Just like Romeo died for Juliet, Chopin also wanted to commit suicide for his hometown~"

—— "... Teacher, you are digressing."

——"Oh, nonono! Xiao Weiyang, this is called "imagination". Imagination is something that a musician must never miss! "

At the end of the song, Wei Young saluted the audience again, remembering all the things in class before, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily curled up.

. . .

Exhausted.

The black-haired girl lay motionless on the bed, unable to lift a single finger.

Today's competition started at 06 o'clock and ended at 30:[-]. After everyone finished eating, they went back to the hall to wait for the results. It was already eleven o'clock in the evening when they returned to the room after the announcement.

Of the more than 30 contestants, only twenty remained.After the semi-finals are held in one and a half weeks, only ten players will remain, and then those ten players will be ranked in the finals.

"But I finally passed the test..."

One hand slowly moved towards the table beside the bed, fumbled around and finally found the phone.Wei Young turned her head and stared at the black screen of the phone for a long time, but decided not to contact anyone.

. . .

"At the same time, in Kyoto, Japan, Luoshan High School's first-year group A——"

Ai Harada looked at the history teacher who was giving a lecture boredly, and his mind went to nowhere in the world.

Involuntarily looking at the empty seat by the window, Ai Harada rubbed her chin in wonder: Why didn't the teacher tell us where she went?Akashi-kun's words. . .Should know?

but--

—Who dares to ask? !

She angrily poked the eraser with the ballpoint pen, until the original pure white surface was poked into a messy dark blue by her before she recovered.Staring blankly at her "work" in fugue, Harada Ai let out a long sigh.

To be honest, the atmosphere in this class or in the gymnasium has been very depressing these days.

She went to watch the final of the Winter Cup, not only her, but almost the whole school teachers and students went to support it.When the referee announced that Luoshan had lost, many of them cried.

The basketball team has always been the pride of Luoshan, and their strength is obvious to all.So even their classmates who are afraid of Akashi can't bear it.

——Their king, how could he just lose like this?

But defeat has become a reality.

At that moment, she subconsciously looked at the black-haired girl sitting on the stool by the court.Although there was no expression on the girl's face, Harada Ai just saw her hands tightly clutching the towel.Tight, trembling.

Before Kaiyinji Weiyang came to Luoshan, the seat next to Akashi Seijuro was always empty.One is that no one dares to sit, and the other is that no one has the qualifications.In fact, if you think about it carefully, Akashi did not give any reaction to the "possible tablemate" when he was arranging the act.But the boy who was supposed to be sitting next to him just sat there all morning and couldn't help but ran to the staff room to beg for a change of seat.

——"Akashi-san's aura is too strong! It's scary!!!"

As for the meaning of the male classmate's words, Harada Ai didn't really realize it until she was elected as the vice monitor.

——Of course, it's too late to back down when you realize it.

. . .

The school bell rang, and before anyone else could clean up, the moment the teacher left the classroom, everyone watched helplessly as their class monitor, president of the student union and head of the basketball department walked out of the door less than five seconds later.

——Since the end of the Winter Cup, he hasn't had any interaction with anyone other than the basketball team.

Harada Ai carried her schoolbag and walked out of the school gate.

Her ministry activities are suspended today, so she has no choice but to go home now.

Well, by the way, go online to check some latest international news.

. . .

Imagined all kinds of news, but it was too—

Harada Ai stared wide-eyed, staring at the latest Internet news update in front of her in astonishment.

"London, England, January 26th.

The triennial international music competition held by the Royal Academy of Music held its second round of preliminaries today.

This international competition can be regarded as one of the most grand events in the music industry, a dream stage for musical talents from all over the world—"

Harada Ai automatically ignored the following reports, skipping paragraph after paragraph——

"—The list of contestants who passed the second preliminaries is as follows:"

Once again ignoring the large list of foreign names, her eyes finally stopped on the "No.15MioKaionji", and opened the name stiffly, and the computer screen was filled with familiar faces.

"Weiyang?!!!"

She screamed.

The author has something to say: In order not to delay the plot, I tried to fill in all the games that Wei Young participated in. This chapter and the next chapter "maybe the next chapter". . . "Ahem, it's actually because of the competition or something. . .It's so hard to write. . . 』

By the way, I made up this international music competition. . .Although the Royal Academy of Music really exists, "this Royal Academy of Music is not that Royal Academy of Music", and St. Paul is also fake.Just felt the need to clarify.

☆, competition