If Mizore counted too, then it wasn't a matter of technique.
"Yes, though this is really something a teacher should be doing... Oh, well. I'm half a teacher anyway."
He leaned back against the desk and tossed them a question. "What do you plan to do after high school?"
"Huh?"
"?"
It took them several seconds to realize he meant exactly what he'd asked.
"That's a bit sudden..." Nozomi looked troubled. "I mean, we're only second-years. Isn't it too early to talk about this?"
"..." Mizore said nothing. Without a clear answer, she looked away.
"Naive!" Chihaya gave Nozomi a chop on the head.
"Ow!" Nozomi clutched her forehead and looked at him with innocent, wounded eyes.
Chihaya sighed. "Students planning to continue their education have more or less decided by now. If you keep putting it off, it'll be too late by your third year."
"...I'll probably go on to university." Nozomi had at least thought that much through. She didn't intend to go straight into work.
"In that case, what kind of school do you want to attend?"
"Uh..."
"A music university or a regular university? Humanities or sciences?"
"Um..."
"I knew you hadn't decided." He gave her a level look. "But you must have some preference, at least?"
Nozomi pressed her pink lips together. She still didn't quite understand what he was getting at, but right now...
"Then... a music university?"
"Not a chance."
"Huh?" His merciless answer stunned her into silence.
Wait, what do you mean...? You asked me, and now you're shooting me down...
"I mean your flute skills are good by Wind Ensemble Club standards, but your chances of getting into a music university are still slim." Chihaya propped his chin on his hand and delivered the verdict with a smile.
He seemed completely