"What?" Kito Chiri's tone was devoid of emotion, her large eyes filled with infinite confusion.
This was an innocent child.
"Dubian!" Chisako shouted, her face flushing.
"Pervert." Sahui also turned her head away with a flushed face.
Okay, yellow card.
The people around them chuckled and whispered to each other.
Yellow card all around.
"My point is, Kito, when you play the oboe, try to play with more emotion, more fervor. Aren't you playing for Senior Umbrella Wood? Then let her see your greedy, possessive love—make it passionate enough to melt her!"
"Isn't playing the sheet music perfectly good enough?" Kito Chiri asked, puzzled.
"No, no, no, just playing according to the scores will never reveal all the detailed nuances," Dubian Che shook his right index finger. "The oboe has many expressive techniques. What are you thinking about when you play? Do you have something you want to convey?"
"Something to convey?" Kito Chiri tilted her head and countered.
