I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"But it's clearly you, Kitahara-sensei, who have been making us think about the future:"

"That's true, but I don't mean for you to think about these things."

Yuka Isomoto withdrew her hand, pursed her lips, and bowed deeply, saying, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, just keep up the good work from now on."

Kitahara Hakuba wanted to pat her head to comfort her, but then he remembered that Yuka had once confided her true feelings here, so he gave up the idea.

Yuka Isomoto nodded and turned to walk towards the apartment building.

Seeing her go upstairs, Kitahara Hakuba also went home.

I put the produce on the table into the refrigerator's crisper drawer, went upstairs, turned off the lights, and prepared to go to sleep.

Suddenly, lying in bed, he remembered something, opened the drawer next to the bed, and found an Okamoto box that Isomoto Yuka had given him.

Let's find some time another day to use it together with Shinomiya Haruka.

September 17th.

Kitahara Hakuba put on his clothes, locked the door, and went to work at Shin-Asahi High School.

The same few people always work on the morning shift of the mains power line; everyone has developed a tacit understanding to board the same mains power line at the same time.

Upon arriving at Shenxu High School, there were many more students practicing on the playground than usual. However, compared to sports clubs, these students were mostly engaged in recreational sports activities.

Examples include three-legged race, sack race, and fixed-point soccer.

The sports festival was an event unrelated to the brass band, so Kitahara Hakuba was able to relax.

Some of the female students had already wrapped scarves around their necks, whether they thought it was cute or were genuinely afraid of the cold, it's hard to tell.

The ginkgo trees in the courtyard are becoming more and more mature, and the pebble-paved path is covered with perfectly shaped ginkgo leaves.

"Teacher Kitahara!"

Just then, the shouts of the boys echoed across the playground.

Kitahara Hakuba turned his head and saw Matsuoka Osamu and his friends playing three-legged race along the track.

He waved, and immediately received a collective shout from the boys.

"Taihara-sensei, itaru-ichi!"

"loyalty--!"

It's obvious they have absolutely no chemistry; they can't even agree on a slogan.

It's unclear who lost control of their pace first, but they fell directly onto the track. Those behind them couldn't stop in time and crashed into them, all of them falling down as well.

But no one complained; they were all laughing.

Chapter 253 252. Shenxu’s new performance department is established! (6K)

Kitahara Hakuba arrived at the staff office, only to find that Director Ferry was already there. "Teacher Kitahara, you've arrived."

The ferryman smiled as soon as he saw him.

"The weather is getting colder and colder lately due to the changing seasons, so be careful not to catch a cold."

For some reason, it sounds disgusting, but Kitahara Hakuba felt that the ferry chief's smile was a little clingy than usual, probably because he knew about his gift to Shinomiya Haruka.

“Okay.” Kitahara Hakuba sat at his workstation and had just turned on his computer when Director Ferry put a hand on his shoulder.

It's impossible not to be startled; I was sitting in the chair without making a sound just moments before.

"Don't panic at this national conference. No one will blame you if you don't get a good ranking," said Director Du.

Kitahara Hakuba turned his head to look at him, a faint smile on his face, and said:

"Yes, thank you, Director."

“Just call me Ferryman in private,” the ferryman director said with a smile.

Kitahara Hakuba felt increasingly strange. Could it be that this old geezer has a thing for men?

"I'm going back to the music room first." Kitahara Hakuba still chose to slip away first.

Bring your laptop and walk through the corridor to the club building. You can hear the sounds of different musical instruments going back and forth in the corridor.

The melodies played by the music rose and fell, blending together, and the countless sound particles could only be considered noise to outsiders.

But Kitahara Hakuba recognized the melody as "Laureate Shines on You," a song they were practicing for the Sports Festival.

"Aren't you cold with your legs bare today? Aren't you wearing tights?"

"No, I think you're too afraid of the cold."

"That's what they mean by prioritizing style over warmth."

"It's not about style, I just think it's cuter to have bare legs."

"You just want Kitahara-sensei to see you, right?"

"You are!"

"You are!"

In the practice room, the occasional sounds of girls debating whether or not to wear tights as the weather gets colder could be heard.

Upon arriving at the first music classroom and opening the door, I found that the problem was no longer causing issues; it seemed to have been fixed.

The classroom was empty; there wasn't a single student in it.

Kitahara Hakuba suddenly felt that the members' initiative was getting stronger and stronger, and things were much more relaxed now than in spring and summer.

Standing in front of the cabinet, looking at the group photos from the conference, I realized that although they were all from major competitions, I was always standing in a corner.

But they all looked very happy.

One more group photo at the national conference, and the mission will be accomplished.

At that moment, the classroom door was opened again.

"If you were here, please let me know sooner. I even went to your office to look for you."

The person who came in was Kuno Tachibana. She squatted down and took off her indoor shoes. Underneath her brown skirt were her legs encased in black stockings, which stepped into the golden puddle on the floor.

"What's wrong?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.

Kuno Tachibana walked up to him and said:

"It's okay, it's okay. I was just thinking that Kitahara-sensei would be lonely without me by his side."

Kitahara Hakuba pretended to pull his wallet out of his pocket:

"How many people are you going to treat to water this time?"

Kuno Tachibana's smile faded as he stood beside him, looking at the group photo of the brass band in the display case:

"Although I admire the magnanimous Kitahara-sensei the most, I still hope you won't always think that I come to you just to pay for drinks."

"What's wrong? Don't tell me you still don't quite understand the competition music," Kitahara Hakuba said.

Other members could come up with this excuse, but Kuno Tachibana absolutely could not, nor did he have the right to.

Kuno Tachibana hooked his fingers back and forth behind his back, smiling as he said:

"I've been spending less time with you lately, Kitahara-sensei, and I'm wondering if you've forgotten me."

“What are you saying?” Kitahara Hakuba sighed, sat back down, and said, “As long as you come to play together every day, I will never forget you.”

Kuno Tachibana's gaze fell on him from the photo. He walked over in small steps, rested his arms on the table, and said:

"Teacher Kitahara, will things be easier for you after the national tournament?"

“Yes.” Kitahara Hakuba nodded.

"Frankly speaking, I think Shenxu's playing is very strong now, stronger than ever before."

Kuno Tachibana cupped his cheeks in his hands and said,

"We must win the national gold medal."

Upon hearing this, Kitahara Hakuba gazed at her delicate face with great interest:

"The wind section you're referring to, is it the wind section where you're not currently in charge of the first trumpet?"

"Teacher Kitahara is malicious:::"

Kuno Tachibana narrowed her eyes slightly, her slender white fingers dancing across her fair cheeks like she was playing the piano.

"Nagase-senpai is indeed stronger than me; I can see that after all this time. However, my advantage over her is that I'm younger and more inexperienced. (Tianxi Little Tax King Chasing Drunken Xinzhang Festival)"

Kitahara Hakuba smiled slightly. She was right. If they were to compare themselves at the same age, Nagasuke Tsukiyo was no match for Kuno Tachibana.

If she already has such strength in her first year of high school, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she will dominate the brass band when she enters her third year.

At this moment, Kuno Tachibana straightened up, gently resting his right knee on the edge of the table, and said with a smile:

"Please make sure you train me well, Kitahara-sensei!"

Kitahara Hakuma could tell that she was trying her best to show her girlish charm, but her body wasn't giving her any chance, so it looked a little funny.

Seeing that he didn't react, Kuno Tachibana made a gun shape with his right hand, rested it on his chin, and pondered:

"Hmm, is Akamatsu-senpai wrong? Is contrast not what's important for girls?"

"what?"

"It's nothing." Kuno Tachibana's cheeks flushed.

At that moment, the classroom door opened again.

It was Mia Nagasawa and Yu Goto. The two sisters were wearing the same white stockings today, and their hip and leg shapes were exactly the same. You couldn't tell who was who just by looking at their lower half.

Behind them followed Mai Kirishima.

"Hello, Kitahara-sensei."

Miyako Nagasawa greeted them first, then turned to Tachibana Kuno and said...

"If you were here, please let me know sooner. I went to look for you in the classroom."

"You're the one who didn't message me to ask," Kuno Tachibana complained.