After spending a leisurely second day of the Bon Festival holiday, the Wind Instrument Club welcomed a three-day, two-night training retreat at cram school.
The meeting was set for seven in the morning, which was more than enough time for Dubian Che, who was used to running through the streets of the Shibuya residential area at six o'clock every day.
In addition to a change of clothes, he also brought a few books to pass the time.
As everyone was bubbling with excitement, the school bus left the city and, after an hour's drive on the highway, arrived at the training retreat location.
Dubian Che twisted his neck and looked up. Most people were sleeping in the air-conditioned bus with the curtains tightly shut.
It was not clear whether they were too exhausted from playing hard during the two-day holiday or because they had gotten up too early in the morning.
Before Xiaoquan Aonai called everyone to wake up, he got off the bus first.
