I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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She wore a high ponytail, and even in sweatpants, her long legs were still noticeable.

It's Nagase Tsukiyo; she really knows how to exercise to improve her trumpet playing.

But Kitahara Hakuba didn't greet him, and Nagase Tsukiyo didn't seem to notice him either, looking down at the road, and the two just passed each other by.

Upon arriving at the station, he sat on a bench, tilting his head back as he contemplated life.

No, why is it so difficult for him to be the instructor of the wind band?

And especially those third-year students, like Yuka Isomoto, Haruka Saito, and Eri Kanzaki, are they even capable of making a proper choice about their future universities? Don't drag them into this!

Although these third-year girls are all beautiful, each with their own outstanding features...

But all he wanted was to teach the brass band well, then win the gold medal and return to Tokyo in glory.

He truly couldn't even imagine spending his life with the students he had taught.

Kitahara Hakuba took out his phone, opened LINE, and found that the members in the brass band group were already arguing fiercely.

He kept swiping up and discovered that the reason for the "argument" was that everyone had a disagreement about how to use the school's three million subsidy.

Led by Yukawa Sakurako, the group proposed depositing the three million barbs into the club's account for future club activities. Led by Akamatsu Sayaka, the group proposed distributing the three million barbs according to the number of people, meaning that each person would receive approximately thirty thousand yuan.

First and second-year students supported Sakurako Yukawa's position, while most third-year students supported Sayaka Akamatsu's position.

According to Sakurako Yukawa, after the national tournament, the third-year students will retire, and all the money will be used to benefit the next generation.

Kitahara Hakuba turned off the screen, deciding not to participate in the debate and leaving the decision entirely to the club members.

A beam of orange light pierced through the tracks from one side, and Kitahara Hakuba stood up and entered the carriage that had only two or three people.

Chapter 189, Section 188: It's Not Just You (4K)

The Friday of the first week of school.

After the last subject of the opening exam, each class held a class meeting to discuss matters related to the cultural festival.

Although Kitahara Hakuba is a newly recruited teacher, he is a music teacher and therefore does not need to serve as a homeroom teacher, so he is quite free compared to other teachers.

A moment later, the ferry manager walked in from the doorway and went straight to his desk, saying:

"Teacher Kitahara, due to the cultural festival, the school's closing time will be canceled recently, but the members of the brass band should still pay attention to rest and not go home too late, otherwise the school will still be responsible if any problems occur."

Does this mean that, in the teachers' eyes, the band's current success is due to them forcing the members to train relentlessly...?

However, since he became an advisor, the members of the brass band have indeed been more tired, but Kitahara Hakuba doesn't think it's too much. "Okay." He nodded in reply, "If there's nothing else, I'll go to the music room first."

"Ah."

After parting ways with Director Watari, Kitahara Hakuba got up and headed to the club building.

Because he was on the same floor as the third-year students, he had only taken a few steps when he encountered Nagase Tsukiyo coming out of the classroom.

Just like last night, she didn't notice Kitahara Hakuba and walked purposefully towards the elevated walkway.

Kitahara Hakuba followed silently behind the girl.

Her long, jet-black hair, slender waist, and with each sway of her skirt, the outline of her rounded hips and her stunningly long, fair legs were faintly visible.

"It's really beautiful," Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but admire in his heart.

He suddenly had a thought: from the perspective of cognitive inertia of brain information, he was just following the human instinct to "eat," such as chicken legs, lamb legs, and the legs of various animals, and was not a pervert.

No wonder some people often label beautiful legs and feet as "food grade".

Kitahara Hakuba stared absently at the gap between Nagase Tsukiyo's thighs in her pleated skirt, lost in thought.

As if sensing someone's gaze, Nagase Tsukiyo stopped in his tracks and looked back, only to find Kitahara Hakuba glancing around instinctively.

She didn't think Kitahara Hakuma was spying on her private parts; she just assumed he was thinking about teaching, which is why he looked a little dazed.

"Teacher Kitahara." The girl stood with her legs together, waiting for him, and bowed respectfully.

“Mm.” Kitahara Hakuba nodded at her.

When he reached Nagase Tsukiyo's side, she walked alongside him, leading Kitahara Hakuba to suspect that she knew he was watching her and was therefore taking this protective action.

Oh no, has my image in her eyes been ruined? She must think I'm a pervert who loves to look at girls' legs.

"How did the exam go?" Kitahara Hakuba asked, trying to sound calm.

"Yes, I've been studying hard these past few days, and there haven't been any difficult parts."

Nagase Tsukiyo forced a smile, looking at his profile as she spoke.

Are you going to the first music classroom?

Kitahara Hakuba said, "Well, there's actually one last piece of music that the brass band is going to play at the cultural festival that hasn't been arranged yet."

"Teacher Kitahara, you are as diligent as ever." Nagase Tsukiyo's pleasant voice came through. "By the way, my mother also asked me to give you her regards."

I was quite worried about her struggle with her family, but seeing how well she was doing today, Kitahara Hakuba felt a little more at ease.

"It seems your discussions with your family have made progress?"

"Well, but if I can't get to the national convention, I think it's pointless to say anything."

Nagase Tsukiyo lowered her eyelashes and gently pinched the hem of her skirt with her left hand as she spoke.

"Without you, Kitahara-sensei, I'm afraid I really wouldn't have been able to realize my dream."

Her words, tinged with a hint of helplessness and relief, made Kitahara Hakuba chuckle and say:

"You're still a long way from realizing your dream."

"Ah."

The two walked together into the elevated walkway. The wind was light today, so all the windows were open.

The branches and leaves in the courtyard were still lush in early September, and two girls dressed in archery uniforms sat chatting under the shade of the trees.

"Teacher Kitahara..."

"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

She called his name once, then seemed to have something difficult to say and fell silent, which puzzled Kitahara Hakuba. Nagase Tsukiyo raised her hand to brush her hair behind her ear, revealing her delicate, fair ear and profile to Kitahara Hakuba.

Intangible emotions like tension and anticipation seeped out from between the girl's clenched teeth:

"What you told me back then... Yu, do you still remember?"

The girl's words, which seemed to imply "you're going to deny everything after you've done your job?", made Kitahara Hakuba feel uneasy. Had he said something strange again?

Yesterday it was Kanzaki Eri, and he admitted it, because he did say it.

But he didn't remember ever saying "forever" to Nagase Tsukiyo, and he couldn't admit to something that was unfounded.

"What is it?" Kitahara Hakuba asked cautiously.

Nagase Tsukiyo kept looking at his bangs and hair, saying:

"You told me before that after the national competition, you would be willing to give me guidance on music theory for my college entrance exams...:..."

Beibei Yuanbaima was stunned for a moment. He really had said that!

However, Nagase Tsukiyo had kept the "promise" with him a secret from her family, but now that the window separating her from her family is no longer so large, she can easily find other teachers to guide her.

Do we still need to find him?

Nagase Tsukiyo's gaze secretly observed his expression, a faint blush creeping onto her delicate face:

"Of course you will receive a guidance fee."

"No, the school doesn't allow private fees." Kitahara Hakuba sighed inwardly. "Alright, I promise you, but I can only help you at the school."

Nagase Tsukiyo was somewhat surprised, her eyes widening slightly as she said:

"Really?"

For her, it's natural to find a vocal teacher with good results to guide her, but if possible, she would prefer to find Mr. Kitahara.

"Mm." Kitahara Hakuba nodded with a smile.

Although I am considering leaving after the national conference, in order to finish what I started, I must stay until the end of the semester, which means next spring.

By then, the third-year students will have taken all the required exams, and the first-year students will be about to enter their second year. At that point, he will have finished all his work.

The two arrived together at the brass band club's territory, on the fifth floor of the club building.

Nagase Tsukiyo first went to the instrument management room and took out a black instrument case containing a trumpet. The case was spotless and well-maintained, clearly different from the cases provided by other schools.

A decorative orange is attached to the zipper.

Just as she picked up the handle of the instrument case and was about to turn and leave, she found Saito Harutori standing at the door, staring at her with slightly narrowed eyes.

Nagase Tsukiyo instinctively stopped in her tracks, then mustered her courage and stepped forward, saying in a cool tone:

“Saito-kun, you should understand that deliberately blocking the way is a very rude thing to do.”

"What were you talking about with Kitahara-sensei just now?"

Saito Harutori's brows furrowed, her voice devoid of its usual warmth: "Don't be like before, telling him about your difficulties without his consent, and forcing him to make some inexplicable secrets."

Nagase Tsukiyo slightly raised an eyebrow and glanced directly at the gap beside Saito Harukori, saying...

"This has nothing to do with Saito-kun."

Saito Harutori reached out and grabbed Nagase Tsukiyo's wrist, her expression grave. "Tsukiyo, what did you just say to Kitahara-sensei?"

"Let me go! What are you planning to do now? Haven't you hurt everyone enough?"

Nagase Tsukiyo shook off her hand and said defiantly,

"What agreement I made with Mr. Kitahara has nothing to do with you. You are just a sinner in the brass band. Mr. Kitahara has not punished you for life, which is already a great favor to you. What else do you want to interfere with?"

Saito Haruka's lips were pursed into a thin line, and she seemed somewhat displeased. There was a light, dark dust on the toes of her indoor shoes.

The girl's full, soft breasts bounced up and down with her breathing.

"That's why I'm willing to give everything for Kitahara-sensei."

What

Nagase Tsukiyo's breathing slowed slightly, her voice resolute, bouncing forcefully on the floor.

“Anyone can get close to Kitahara-sensei, but I absolutely will not allow you,” Saito Harutori said.