I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Haruka Kitahara, who was studying in Tokyo, knew the prestige of the National Concert Band Competition; the schools and conductors who could enter the competition were all top-notch.

What she didn't expect was that her brother would be able to enter the national competition within a year.

“When I told my friends about this, they all said I was bragging,” Kitahara Haruka complained.

"There are many news articles online that can verify this."

Kitahara Hakuba himself doesn't like to show off, but if his family members use it to show off and feel proud,

He actually found it quite amusing.

Because they are his family, others also look at them with new respect, which makes Kitahara Hakuba feel proud.

Can I take the day off to attend the conference?

"No."

Kitahara Hakuba and her sister chatted in the room for a while, and she seemed very curious about the strength of Nagase and the other two.

After explaining, she concluded that these three people were geniuses.

Upon opening the door, Kitahara Hakuba saw Nagase Tsukiyo standing at the top of the stairs, her slender fingers gently stroking her phone screen, each touch tinged with hesitation.

She seemed to be pondering a giant cauldron in her mind, yet she hesitated to press the send button.

"What's wrong, Nagase-kun?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.

Seeing him come out of her sister's room, Nagase Tsukiyo put her phone into the hidden pocket of her pleated skirt, her undecided emotions rippling like waves in her caramel-colored eyes.

"Well, it's about going back tomorrow."

Nagase Tsukiyo pinched her thumb, her knuckles twisting as she did so.

Can I talk to you?

Kitahara Haruka's face remained calm, and she walked downstairs without saying a word.

From time to time, the distinctive laughter of Kitahara Ai and Saito Haruka could be heard from downstairs, and Nagase Tsukiyo's big toe curled up slightly.

She didn't want to sit in any privileged cabins anymore; if possible, she hoped to sit with Kitahara-sensei.

For a person, a nearly four-hour drive is simply too difficult to endure. If he were by her side, she could get through even ten hours.

"There should still be tickets available?" Kitahara Hakuba looked at her in confusion; the Shinkansen tickets to Hokkaido were all sold out.

"No

Nagase Tsukiyo's soft, cherry-pink lips parted slightly, releasing a sweet fragrance that emanated from the young girl.

"So, you've already bought your train tickets?"

"Do you have some business to attend to in Tokyo and need to stay for a few more days?"

Kitahara Hakuba, believing that this was her only thought, said with difficulty,

"You need to ask your homeroom teacher for leave; I probably can't help you with that. *Laura's Little §(e Says?±@ Already §Published:ˉPublished?`/Latest|$+÷¨°Chapter!?Section_"

Nagase Tsukiyo's feet unconsciously came together, her fingertips slightly curled inward, and the hem of her skirt was repeatedly kneaded in her hands.

"My question is, are the tickets for the three of you shared?"

Kitahara Hakuba didn't understand why she asked that:

"Of course we'll be together."

The beautiful girl with long legs in front of him remained silent, her breathing trembling slightly.

The words I wanted to say churned within me, but when I actually put them aloud:

If Kitahara-sensei really agrees, how will Harutori and Eri view her?

Is it because I'm too lonely and want to be with Kitahara-sensei? Or should I tell them that we're friends and should be together?

But the thought of having to go through the carriage where Kitahara-sensei wasn't there again filled her with immense anxiety.

Because he's in such a lonely situation, he'll definitely agree if I just say the word.

Rather, as a teacher, he had no reason to refuse.

Nagase Tsukiyo lowered her eyes slightly. She used to be able to endure it, not like this:

The girl's bangs fell like a thin veil over her forehead, revealing a hint of melancholy and gentleness between her brows.

Kitahara Hakuba tried to ask:

"You want to come with us?"

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Whenever Kitahara-sensei saw through her thoughts, she would feel her ears burning with shame, but at the same time, she felt an indescribable sense of comfort.

You can convey your thoughts without saying them aloud.

"Is it alright?" Nagase Tsukiyo knew perfectly well that she was asking a question she already knew the answer to.

As expected, Kitahara-sensei looked puzzled and frowned as she said, "What's wrong with that?"

Soon, Nagase Tsukiyo was in the same carriage as them.

Even as it was time for dinner, Nagase Tsukiyo still felt a little unreal.

She had the illusion that in front of Mr. Kitahara, she was a naked body, and that he could read her every thought.

At the same time, she envied the sharp confrontation between Hui Li and Haruno last night.

The girls, as if boasting, revealed the secrets between themselves and their teacher, Kitahara.

Nagase Tsukiyo envied their "waste" because she felt that the tacit understanding between her and Kitahara-sensei was incredibly precious, and she didn't want to reveal any of it casually.

If I also had a secret with you, Nagase Tsukiyo's gaze swept over Kitahara Hakuba, who was eating. Is this possible?

After dinner, Kitahara Ai insisted on continuing to play board games, but Kitahara Hakuba refused, forcing this academically challenged girl to do math problems.

Because of Nagase Tsukiyo's presence as the top student in the entire school, Kitahara Hakuba didn't need to teach him personally.

After taking a shower, Eri Kanzaki fell silent, lying in bed with headphones on, listening to oboe music.

Everything was peaceful tonight. Kitahara Hakuba was in his parents' room, listening to his mother complain about the neighbors and relatives.

What kind of plants are too tall and block the light? The braised pork they gave her was so bad, yet she still had to accept it with a smile. She boasted about what project her husband had brought to show off, and how he bought an apartment in downtown Tokyo.

He didn't try to calm his mother down, but instead joined her in complaining until she had nothing more to say before leaving the room to take a shower.

I took my pajamas and went downstairs, only to find that the bathroom door was still locked.

He glanced at the bamboo basket in front of the door, inside which was a small orange-yellow garment.

This is Haruka's underwear; he wouldn't be mistaken.

"Haruka, remember to wash your underwear separately after you're done, or just hand wash them in the bathroom."

Kitahara Hakuba whispered a reminder.

"Also, when guests come to your home, don't leave these things outside."

He had no reservations about his younger sister.

"Teacher Kitahara?" Saito Haruka's voice came from inside.

"Saito-kun?" Kitahara Hakuba asked after a moment, "Were you washing?"

Saito Haruka's voice carried a hint of unintentional sweetness, and one could faintly hear the subtle sounds of her body emerging from the bath:

"Yes, I'll be done soon."

"It's okay, take your time washing."

Kitahara Hakuba sighed. Haruka, that child, always leaves these things outside and then makes them have to deal with them.

Just as I was about to reach for my underwear, I heard a soft "click".

The door crack gradually widened, and soft light from the bathroom streamed into the outer room, mingling with the outside air.

It creates a hazy interplay of light and shadow.

The warm mist gradually brushed against Kitahara Hakuba's cheeks, and he withdrew his hand from his sister Kouchi.

Kitahara Hakuba and Saito Harukori, who was standing on the blue non-slip mat in the bathroom, looked at each other.

She was only wrapped in a bath towel, which tightly outlined the girl's slender waist.

Her long hair was damp, and several crystal-clear water droplets clung to her skin, shimmering with a lustrous sheen under the light.

The edge of the bath towel slipped slightly, revealing her smooth shoulders and firm collarbones.

"Teacher Kitahara, why don't you come in and I'll help you scrub your back?" Saito Harutori's voice was like a wisp of smoke, carrying a lazy and charming charm.

Kitahara Hakuba made a move to leave, but Saito Harukori stepped forward with her right foot, reached out and grabbed his wrist, panting as she said:

“I heard it from Huili, you two said you wanted to be together for a lifetime.”

Kitahara Hakuba felt the heat from her arm, turned his head to look at her alluring face, and said in a calm tone:

"Have you forgotten what I told you back then? This is a secret between the two of us."

Every syllable uttered by Saito Haruki seemed to be soaked in honey:

"I'm sorry, but I really couldn't help it. Hyeri was giving me this 'you'll always be hers' look."

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The smell coming from the bathroom was wonderful. Kitahara Hakuba took a shallow breath and said:

"This is not what you should be thinking."

Saito Haruka's eyelashes trembled slightly. A thin layer of mist covered the bathroom mirror, vaguely reflecting her silhouette.

"But I want you to remember me for the rest of your life."

Just as Kitahara Hakuba was wondering what she was talking about, Saito Haruka's fingers gently rested on the edge of the bath towel, her fingertips slightly tightening.

The white fabric slid down her body, like a soft cloud gently landing.

Her soft breasts, slender waist, delicate navel, and gracefully shaped legs were all displayed in detail before Kitahara Hakuma.

Saito Haruka's body was full and alluring, and her skin glowed with a pale cherry blossom hue under the soft light.

On her soft breasts, there was a small black mole.