During band practice, Xuelin complained, "This is a synthesizer, not a pipe organ, Xiaowei! The tone you want is way too specific, it's really hard for me to pull off, and my allocation got cut quite a bit, too."
"Really...?" Du Weini covered her face with a look of utter despair. "...But we have to do it this way to match the musicality! Listen: *~I'll desperately champion you~ smash my bones to dust to support you~* This loud passage has to be kicked off with intense percussion."
"And whose fault is that, you little rascal? What century is this, and you're still calling teachers stinky old fogies? Unbelievable. Who on earth put these ideas in your head?" Tao Hong just kept right on lecturing.
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