I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"No, no, we should be the ones apologizing. Our body lotion is almost gone..." Akamatsu Sayaka said apologetically, "It's all Jia Hui's fault for squeezing out too much."

"What? I did press it a few times! How can you blame this on me? Six people sharing one small bottle, okay?" Suzuki Yoshie retorted loudly.

"You're the kind who presses it all the way down!"

"Everyone's pressed it all the way down!"

"Sorry, Tsukiyo. I'll return the bottle to you when we get back." Akamatsu Sayaka chose not to argue with her for now.

Nagase Tsukiyo wasn't angry that the body lotion was used up; on the contrary, she was quite happy.

She believes that everyone is essentially a very gentle girl.

"It's okay, it's okay. Actually, I hardly ever use this."

Sayaka Akamatsu stretched out her arms and hugged her tightly, saying:

"Moonlit Night, you're such a nice person. You're beautiful, have a great figure, play the trumpet exceptionally well, have a lovely bust and legs, a perky bottom, beautiful hair, cute toes, and your lips look so smooth. You're truly the most beautiful girl in Shenxu High School! I bet even your socks smell sweet!"

"Wait...wait..." Nagase Tsukiyo was embarrassed by what he said, and her face turned red.

Suzuki Yoshie couldn't help but complain:

"Your flattery is way too obvious... and you sound like a middle-aged man..."

"Mmm, how come I never noticed how cute Tsukiyo is before? She's so sweet and fragrant. Were you born from a flower?" Akamatsu Sayaka rubbed her face against her repeatedly like a cat.

Seeing Nagase Tsukiyo looking quite embarrassed as she was being "caressed" by her, Isomoto Yuka covered her lower abdomen and laughed.

Oh my god, I'm so happy! This is what it feels like to stay in a dormitory with a girl.

She genuinely loved this ordinary kind of youth.

"Okay, lights out!"

After a while, Yukawa Sakurako finished speaking and turned off the light, plunging the room into darkness.

Nagase Tsukiyo lay on her back, listening intently, but couldn't hear anyone breathing. She could only hear bursts of laughter coming from the boys' dormitory downstairs—"Platinum Star! Meteor Thrust! We'll poke your eyes out!"

"Wait! This setting has been deleted by that old scoundrel Araki! You can't use it!"

"While you were talking, I gouged out your eyes, and instead of screaming, you were seriously trying to educate me... Hagi Shuu, you bastard..."

"How much energy do these guys have? And why are they saying such stupid things?" one girl couldn't help but say, listening to the nonsensical dialogue below.

"Teacher Kitahara also sleeps with those boys, don't say that."

The girl who answered had a stern voice; it was clear she was Yu Shou.

"Teacher Kitahara must not be here, otherwise they wouldn't be making so much noise," the girl changed her story.

Yu Shou didn't say anything, but turned over and continued sleeping.

“By the way, don’t you guys think that boys’ mental age seems to be stuck in elementary school? They haven’t grown at all?” Suzuki Yoshie said.

The air conditioning seemed a bit too strong, and Yuukawa Sakurako instinctively pulled the blankets tighter around herself.

"I don't think so. I think everyone's acting pretty normally."

"They could write a whole chapter about what they did last time they went to the toilet to look at the poop. I knew they were stupid, but I didn't expect them to be this stupid."

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"Honestly, I'm going to have a good complaining to Kitahara-sensei tomorrow. The soundproofing here isn't as good as in a concert hall. We can hear everything they say clearly."

"Wait! You can talk, but why are you suddenly putting your hand under my blanket?!"

"I'm the type who can't fall asleep without something in my arms..." Akamatsu Sayaka said with a grin.

"I won't let you hug me, it's disgusting." Suzuki Yoshie slapped her hand in disgust.

Sayaka Akamatsu withdrew her hand and said:

"By the way, have you ever had a boyfriend?"

"No, I've never met a guy who could suddenly make my heart flutter."

"Me too. Have all the super handsome boys from Hakodate left Hokkaido? Or have they all been reincarnated in Tokyo?"

"No, not really, because I'm too ordinary, and the girls around me are all prettier than me."

"Minister, that's a really pessimistic statement..."

Akamatsu Sayaka sat up abruptly, and said indignantly:

"We're all gentle and beautiful girls here, but we've never even been in a relationship. Don't you think that's a bit pathetic?!"

Suzuki Yoshie laughed beside her; her eyes, accustomed to the darkness, easily recognized her face.

"Apart from you, they are all indeed gentle and beautiful girls."

"What can be done? The girls in the brass band are more easily attracted to the more talented seniors. The opposite sex doesn't get any advantage here," Watanabe Hama suddenly said from an observer's perspective.

Being good-looking is useless in the wind instrument club; you also have to play the instrument well. You need both good looks and talent.

Sayaka Akamatsu said with a thoughtful expression:

"Who are the best girls and boys in the brass band right now?"

"The girl must be Nagase-san, and the boys... um... that's terrible, there really aren't any."

“I don’t think I’m the best…” Nagase Tsukiyo had only intended to be a listener, but she never expected to get involved herself.

At this moment, Yu Shou's hands gripped the blankets tightly, his ten fingers burning hot.

...Teacher Kitahara.

Sayaka Akamatsu said with a smile:

"That's too unfair! He's a teacher, you can't count him."

Yu Shou squeezed her legs together tightly, speaking in a breathless, ambiguous voice:

"In my heart, the most amazing person will always be Kitahara-sensei."

The girl's words sounded exceptionally clear in a world shrouded in darkness.

Eri Kanzaki opened her sleepy eyes, grabbed the blanket, and pulled it up to cover her neck.

Yuka Isomoto blushed and her heart raced without her realizing it. She knew why she felt this way, but could only bury her face in the blankets, unable to bring herself to say it.

The third-grade girls were already sixteen or seventeen years old, and they could understand the meaning behind Yu Shou's words. After a moment of shock, no one dared to continue the conversation.

"Listen, um... I think Tianhai is pretty good," a girl said.

"No, this person is too lazy, and he doesn't look very honest. My first impression of him is pretty bad."

"That junior from Songgang?"

"Hmm...::....He looks a bit like a baseball player from a TV show."

"Hmm, this sounds pretty good, it's been filtered a bit."

"But he was the substitute who kept picking up the ball and begging the coach to let him play, and in the end, he only served tea and water for three years and didn't play in any games."

"Is it really that bad...?"

"But he seems quite honest."

"Honesty in this era doesn't sound like a positive thing anymore."

"But I still only like handsome guys with talent."

Before Bei knew it, his voice abruptly stopped, and the sound of his deep sleep could be heard from every corner.

In a daze, Nagase Tsukiyo opened her eyes, her long hair, the same color as the night, spread out on the white pillow.

She closed her eyes again, hoping to fall asleep, but her thin eyelids didn't feel as heavy as before.

Turning to the side, Isomoto Yuka's peaceful sleeping face came into view, and I could vaguely sense the frequency of the girl's breathing.

Nagase Tsukiyo took her phone out from under her pillow, quietly slipped out of bed, intending to have a drink of water, go to the bathroom, and then return to sleep. She tiptoed to the dimly lit hallway, where she had just turned on her phone screen.

It was two in the morning, and everything around was silent. The scenery outside the window was bathed in silvery light, and the forest cast thick shadows.

Nagase Tsukiyo had been here twice before and was very familiar with the vending machines and restrooms.

When she got downstairs, the concert hall where she had practiced during the day stood before her. She went to the vending machine, where the light emanating from it was particularly dazzling.

The drinks here are a hundred yuan more expensive than outside. The most popular item on campus, strawberry milk, costs two hundred and eighty yuan here.

"Nagase-san?"

Just then, a sound came unexpectedly from behind.

"Infant One—!"

Nagase Tsukiyo was so frightened that she was on the verge of crashing into the vending machine.

Seeing her strong reaction, Kitahara Hakuba quickly said:

"Are you okay?"

Nagase Tsukiyo looked closely and realized it was Kitahara Hakuba.

He was dressed much more simply than usual, in a loose white T-shirt and shorts, with slippers on his feet.

His lazy demeanor was completely different from what I had in mind.

"Phew..." Nagase Tsukiyo patted her chest gently, feeling her legs as soft as melted glass.

Kitahara Hakuba stared at her pale face, which was visibly shaken:

"Am I that scary?"

It has to be said that beautiful girls look good in any clothes. Silky black hair cascades down her back, and her bare limbs are slender and fair.

Moreover, Nagase Tsukiyo appeared to be unbraced; she was very soft, and she was jumping around when she was startled.

"No, it's just that I'm always easily startled," Nagase Tsukiyo said, trying her best to remain calm.

"Would you like some water? It's my treat."

Kitahara Hakuba stood beside her and said,

"Is strawberry milk okay? I see that everyone seems to like it."

"Ah."