I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Saito Harutori blinked, her toes curling involuntarily beneath her buttocks; her nails, usually hidden in her socks, were neatly trimmed and beautifully manicured.

"Well, that's right."

"The job prospects for graduates from Sapporo University are too limited. You have to get into a university in Tokyo, no matter what."

Kitahara Hakuba took another bite of the cake; it was quite delicious.

The deep affection in Saito Harutori's eyes was like the juice from the strawberry he had bitten into, moistening his lips:

"But you, Kitahara-sensei, also graduated from Sapporo University."

"I am an exception for Sapporo University, a survivor bias. You can't think you will be the next me. More often than not, you will just be the next college student who can't find a job."

Kitahara Hakuba finished one piece of cake and before he could make a move, Saito Harukori offered him another piece.

"Thank you." He paused.

"No need," the girl said with a smile.

Kitahara Hakuba was holding a cake, but suddenly he didn't want to eat it anymore.

"Isn't the Tokyo University of Music about to open applications this month? Didn't you want to apply to this university before?"

Saito Haruka looked at him with some confusion, her cherry-colored lips slightly parted: "Kitahara-sensei, you know about this?"

“No, Nagase-san told me about it,” Kitahara Hakuba said.

Hearing the name of an old friend, Saito Harukori's feelings became very complicated.

After everything they've been through, it's impossible for her and Nagase to go back to their previous relationship; he might even hate her now.

“Saito-kun, I am not your everything, and you don’t really have to give your whole life to me.”

Kitahara Hakuba put the uneaten cake back and said...

"Just follow your own ideas; you have your own future."

Saito Harutori swallowed unconsciously, then looked up and stared directly into his face, saying:

"My future is Kitahara-sensei. I love you. Without you, I would..."

M

Unlike the suddenly agitated girl, Kitahara Hakuba remained calm, a faint smile on his face, and said:

"Saito-kun, thank you for your appreciation. As your teacher, I'm very happy to hear that."

Saito Haruka covered her soft chest with her hand and said in a groaning tone:

"I like you, the kind of liking that makes me want to be with you forever..."

"

Kitahara Hakuba tried to use the excuses he gave to the other girls to deflect blame, but in the past, they would have understood and let him get away with it.

But Saito Haruka was different; she seemed to be forcing him to face reality.

"Saito-kun, as I told you before, I already have a girlfriend."

Kitahara Hakuba's words were laced with intense anxiety, trying to make it clear that he didn't want to talk about this topic at all.

I didn't have the courage to talk to Qing.

"I don't care. As long as I can be with you, Kitahara-sensei, I'm willing to play any role. I'll hide very cleverly."

The girl's words sounded more like a soft plea, and at such a close distance, Kitahara Hakuba could clearly see that there was more to her eyes than just a request.

Her eyes were filled with unease.

What's going on here? What does it mean to be willing to play any role? What does it mean to be able to dodge skillfully?

A bunch of question marks were running around in Kitahara Hakuba's head, but no matter what Saito Harukori said, it all pointed to one place: "lover".

Kitahara Hakuba was speechless for a moment, but he had to say something.

"How much passion did you have when you said that? You're just an ordinary classmate. Is it worth me risking my entire life for you? You're willing to do any role, but don't just casually say things like you're willing to stake your life on something like that."

"But... I really..."

Saito Harutori excitedly propped herself up, as if trying to catch her breath on his cheek.

Kitahara Hakuba didn't give her a chance to touch him. He stood up and looked down at her somewhat panicked face, saying:

"Go take the entrance exam for Tokyo University of Music. Don't talk to me about anything until you get in, and don't bring up these topics again."

I'm too busy to spend time with you for counseling anymore.

If the conversation continues, the person who needs guidance is Kitahara Hakuba.

Saito Haruka immediately stood up, her bouncing breasts quite noticeable.

The girl reached out and took his wrist, pressing her hand against his arm as she said:

"Can't you stay and spend more time with me? I don't know what to do by myself..."

Kitahara Hakuba calmed himself down and carefully shook off her hand, saying...

"You can communicate with Minister Kawa and the others more often. Vice Minister Akamatsu is also a very nice person. If they can come and keep you company, it will be very lively."

But I want to be with you.

Kitahara Hakuba said calmly, "Reason completely extinguished the evil fire."

“Saito-kun, I understand your anxiety, but I can’t help you process it. If you want to practice music theory, I’ll be happy to accompany you anytime, but definitely not here.”

Schools and music stores are fine, but not here.

"I'm sorry, I've put you in a difficult position." Saito Harutori pursed her cherry-colored lips.

It's a difficult situation, isn't it?

Kitahara Hakuba sighed helplessly and said:

"Alright, you can rest now, I'm going back too."

"Good night."

"Ah."

After Kitahara Hakuba left the room, Saito Haruka stood there, at a loss.

This was the first time I had ever worn such a shameless nightgown, and the first time I had ever shamelessly left my clothes untouched in front of a man.

Not only will it be completely useless, it might even make him think that I am a girl with bad intentions.

"That seems to be the case."

A self-deprecating smile crept across Saito Harutori's lips as he bent down, picked up the pillow he was kneeling on, buried his face in it, and took a deep breath.

Her eyelids trembled slightly as she looked at the bed, and her long eyelashes fluttered up and down emotionally.

"This week, for the last time."

Chapter 194, Section 193: The Girl Lives Only for Him (4K)

The next day, the sun was shining brightly, but the breeze that brushed against my cheeks carried a faint hint of autumn.

Kitahara Hakuba put on his coat and boarded the tram at the same time as usual.

There was a middle-aged man in a suit who would stand on the same platform with him every day, almost without prior arrangement.

The other party seemed to have noticed this as well. In the instant their eyes met, he simply nodded slightly, and Kitahara Hakuba returned the nod.

This might be the first time he'd exchanged a tacit greeting with a stranger; it felt strange.

Kitahara Hakuba entered the carriage and found an empty seat.

He quite enjoyed sitting there, guessing where people would choose to sit when they entered the carriage. If he could guess correctly, he always felt that his sixth sense was incredibly strong.

A short while later, the tram arrived at the next stop, and a slender girl carrying a large musical instrument case walked in, her cheeks puffed out from the effort.

The bulging part of the euphonium instrument case always bumps into people in the carriage.

The girl kept saying "I'm sorry!" for a single second.

Kitahara Hakuba quickly stepped forward to help her steady herself.

"Thank you so much, thank you so much."

The girl was so focused on bowing her head to express her gratitude that she didn't even realize that the person who helped her was her own family's advisor.

Kitahara Hakuba, seeing that his seat had been taken, simply sat down next to her and said:

"Kurosawa-kun, why are you at school so early today?"

"Ok?"

Kurosawa Maki looked up in surprise and realized that the person sitting next to her was Kitahara Hakuma. She quickly straightened up.

He said, his face flushed red.

"Good morning, Kitahara-sensei!"

Her voice was loud, but the members of the wind band responded loudly, and people in the carriage subconsciously turned their gazes toward her.

The middle-aged man who had exchanged glances with Kitahara Hakuba earlier showed a hint of surprise on his face, seemingly wondering why this young man was actually a teacher.

Even some elderly people looked at Kitahara Hakuba with approval and satisfaction.

"That's too much," Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but laugh. "You don't need to be as loud outside as you are inside the club."

"Feel sorry."

Kurosawa Maki blushed. She was just an ordinary first-year student. What did she do to deserve sitting next to Kitahara-sensei?

If the Rain Guard leader and the other girls in the department find out, they'll definitely be killed!

"Have you been having any difficulties with playing lately?" Kitahara Hakuba asked gently.

"Hmm...it's alright, nothing particularly difficult to understand."

I've been playing both pieces for almost half a year. If I were to say again, "I don't actually understand this," it would be like slapping Kitahara-sensei in the face.

“That’s true. The focus of practice right now is to ensure everyone’s proficiency,” Kitahara Hakuba said.

Kurosawa Maki pressed her legs together, repeatedly smoothing her skirt.

If you told Kuno Tachibana that you were able to spend so much time with Kitahara-sensei, they definitely wouldn't believe you.