I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

Author: Twenty Dumplings

Summary:

Reborn in Hokkaido, she is an advisor and instructor for the brass band.

As a recent graduate who is not highly regarded by others, Kitahara Hakuba is confident that he can make a name for himself here, thanks to the system he is equipped with.

At first, he didn't pay much attention to the atmosphere in the brass band; teenage girls always have their sweet little thoughts.

But as the music festival came to a 'perfect' close, the atmosphere within the brass band became increasingly uneasy—

"Can we be friends for life?"

"Please! Without your help, I'll be in big trouble!"

"I have never felt happy playing the oboe."

"Because the moonlight looks like it's about to break."

"You're the kind of person who only thinks about yourself."

"The first player is playing too hard."

"Movement under the moonlight."

"this...

Chapter 1. Since things have come to this, let's accept it.

"Teacher, Kitahara-sensei, wake up..."

Ye Gu felt someone gently nudging his shoulder. He turned his head to try to continue sleeping, but the voice kept circling around his ear.

"Teacher! Teacher! Everyone is waiting for you!"

He opened his eyes impatiently, only to find that the familiar screen was gone, the Yukino Yukinoshita figure that had been placed beside him was gone, and even the half-finished soda was gone.

Instead, there was a bright view: an empty classroom, light brown tiled floor, and a bookshelf in the corner crammed with books whose pages were yellowed with age.

Before him sat an old, worn-out desk, adorned with carvings of many of his students' masterpieces.

"Teacher Kitahara, you're finally awake. Have you been this tired these past few days?" Standing beside him was a girl in a brown Western-style uniform with a black and white checkered scarf around her neck.

Ye Gu stared at her in astonishment.

The fair-skinned girl had clear and intelligent black eyes, and a long, black braid like a cat's tail draped from her slender shoulders to her waist.

Judging from her appearance alone, she was practically a violet flower girl from the Taisho era.

But the Kitahara she mentioned... could it be me?

Ye Gu looked at the paper on the table, on which was written—

"List of candidates selected for the Hakodate area tournament of the brass band (Category A, tentative)".

The names of more than eighty people were listed one by one, like a line of executioners in the 18th century, and many of them had an "X" drawn after their names in black pen.

"Teacher Kitahara?" The violet-clad girl beside him asked cautiously, noticing his dazed expression. "What's wrong? Is something the problem?"

Ye Gu turned his head and glanced at her, his memories piecing together in his mind like fragments.

This person is Sakurako Yukawa, a third-year student and the captain of the brass band club. She plays the clarinet in the club and came with me to audition for club members.

And I am Kitahara Hakuba, a recent graduate of the Music Education Department at Sapporo University.

After graduation, he returned to Tokyo, hoping to find a job locally. However, Sapporo University was considered a second- or third-rate university by Tokyoites, and finding a job that matched his major was not easy.

After a sleepless night, Kitahara Hakuba decided to come to Hokkaido from Tokyo to serve as the instructor and advisor for the brass band after receiving an invitation from Shinji Asahi Private High School in Hakodate, Hokkaido.

His jumbled memories quickly cleared up his doubts one by one. Today was the day to decide the number of members selected to participate in the general assembly.

According to the quota restrictions of the Hokkaido National Tournament, only 55 members of the band section in Group A can participate, and the rest can only go to Group B.

The difference between the A and B groups is that, although both groups have gold, silver, and bronze awards, only the A group can enter the national tournament.

All 83 members of the wind instrument section have finished their performances, and the final selection will be for four oboists.

Now, one person needs to be eliminated.

His fingers crumpled the paper. The laborer always easily adapts to the working environment, even when possessed.

Now that he's here, from today onwards, he's Kitahara Hakuba.

"Minister Yuchuan, what do you think?" he asked.

“Hmm…” Sakurako Yukawa rested her chin on her hand, her gaze fixed on the two names.

One of them was classmate Eri Kanzaki, another was freshman Mai Kirishima, and the other two were second-year students. They played quite well.

The girl's gaze kept shifting between the two names, a soft "hmm" escaping her throat, before she finally said, leaning on her slender shoulders:

"Hmm... Kirishima-senpai?"

"Choose her?"

"Kanzaki-san plays the oboe the best... Of course, I don't mean to be biased, but simply speaking from the facts, among these people, Kirishima-senpai may still need to work harder."

She spoke quickly, trying her best to express that she wasn't defending anyone.

Kitahara Hakuba put his hands in his coat pockets and hunched his neck to keep the cold air out.

Although it's early May, the temperature in Hakodate City today is only 13 degrees Celsius. Even in July and August, the temperature will only be around 25 degrees Celsius.

He subconsciously glanced at Sakurako Yukawa beside him. She was still wearing a skirt, and the only thing covering her legs was white calf socks, with red marks around her knees.

The upper body, however, was upside down and wrapped up like a brown rice dumpling.

Anime doesn't lie to me; cute girls don't get frostbite.

"Let's choose Kanzaki-kun."

Kitahara Hakuba reached out, grasped the black pen, and twirled it around. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to put some pressure on them:

"And this is the last year, so I hope you will do your best."

"Hmm..." She pursed her lips slightly.

The girl looked preoccupied, and just as Kitahara Hakuba was about to ask if something was wrong, an interface suddenly popped up in front of him.

[System activated, gift pack given, host now proficient in all musical instruments level 20]

【等级为入门（1-10）、小成（11-15）、精通（16-20）、大成（21-25）、大师（26+），宿主全乐器等级，随著整体部员的等级上升而上升】

[Member: Sakurako Yukawa (Clarinet Section Leader)]

[Instrument for playing: Clarinet Lv8 (Beginner)]

[Growth: B- (S is the highest)]

[Resilience: B (S is the best)]

[Note: The host will receive a corresponding monetary reward for each time they raise a member's instrument level by one level.]

Complete the task to receive a reward.

system?

Kitahara Hakuba was stunned for a moment. Did this growth mean that, like Stand users, they would become stronger and stronger with time and experience? And that leveling up would become easier?

Can't go wrong.

He fell into deep thought, wondering if there were any S-level members in this department.

However, Yukawa Sakurako's breath hitched for a second. Kitahara Hakuma kept staring at her, which made the girl's cheeks flush slightly, and even her frozen earlobes turned into blood droplets.

Just as the warm current from Japan reached Hakodate Bay, the warm wind swept through the branches of the spring trees, passed through the slightly ajar window, and invaded her heart.

Kitahara Hakuba then snapped out of his daze, realizing that he had been staring at her through the system screen the whole time. An embarrassed smile appeared on his handsome face: "Sorry, I was just spacing out. Don't mind me."

"No, it's okay."

—Are you daydreaming? Do you see me daydreaming?

Sakurako's heart raced, even though everyone's private opinion of this teacher was:

"Although I don't feel much motivation or knowledge, it's not bad overall."

Moreover, putting teaching aside, Kitahara Hakuma is only twenty-three years old, has a handsome appearance, is said to be a teetotaler who doesn't smoke or drink, has good personal habits, and speaks very gently, making him very popular among girls.

"What about the other members?" Kitahara Hakuba's question pulled the girl back from her rambling.

“Because it’s Sunday today, and you said this morning that you had something to do after the auditions, I told them they could leave after their performances and I would send the results to the group chat,” said Sakurako Yukawa.

Kitahara Hakuba was stunned for a moment.

Something's wrong...? What could it be...?

He pondered for a moment, then his eyes widened.

Wait, I have a blind date at 4:30 this afternoon.

Kitahara Hakuba quickly raised the watch on his wrist; the cloth bezel was full of wrinkles and grooves.

It is now 4:15 PM.

"Hiss!" He gasped, then quickly stood up and said, "Yu Chuan, please post the results to the group chat. I'm leaving now."

Seeing him in a flustered state, Sakurako stepped forward and, while tidying up the documents on the table, said:

"Okay, don't worry."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Inside Saizeriya, the seats by the window are bright and airy, while the seats not by the window are bathed in warm lighting.

"Do you have a room?"

"I'm currently renting a place."

"Where's the car?"

"I usually enjoy walking because it's good exercise."

"Okay, how much is your annual income? How many people are in your family? Do you have a younger brother?"

The woman, dressed in her finest attire, was sweating profusely from the questions and finally couldn't help but interrupt him: