I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"What...what should we do? Did we make her wait all night?"

Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but pat his head. Too many things had happened between him and the female student, causing him to completely lose focus on this matter.

"I was so focused on Kitahara that I completely forgot about this!" Kurosaki Yuichi said, pounding the blanket in frustration. "Damn it!"

What do you want me to do?

"I was talking about your drowning incident. Even though you don't blame me, I still feel bad." Kurosaki Yuu saw the surprise on his face.

Explain quickly.

"I see," Kitahara Hakuba said with a wry smile.

"Oh dear, I wonder who it is this time."

"She might send you another letter in a few days, just wait a bit."

Kitahara Hakuba pondered,

"Of course, what I mean is, if someone really likes you, they won't give up just because they don't get a response once."

Kurosaki Yuichi frowned, tilted his head, and sighed deeply, saying:

"Forget it, I think it's better not to come again. I'm a teacher, how can I discuss these things with my students? Even though I went with the intention of giving guidance, it just feels weird."

Kitahara Hakuba's gaze instinctively shifted away. He had once aspired to be a good teacher, someone who would be remembered by girls in the future—

"Oh! It's that Kitahara-sensei! I know him! He's an amazing teacher!"

But now, he not only preys on multiple girls, but also accepts their advances without hesitation.

"Kitahara, please draw the curtains when you leave. I need to continue sleeping; I have to continue patrolling tonight."

"it is good."

Before leaving, Kitahara Hakuba took a shower. Although Kuno Tachibana cleaned him up very thoroughly, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

After showering and changing into my own clothes, I helped draw the curtains, making the room dark again.

Kitahara Hyakuma stepped out of his room; the inn was extremely quiet.

I glanced at my watch and saw it was a little past 6:40 in the morning.

As I went downstairs, I found the shop owner's daughter still at the front desk, but she was still doing her homework.

"Good morning, Kitahara-sensei!" As soon as she saw Kitahara Hakuma come downstairs, she greeted him as if he were a student of Shin-saki.

"Good morning."

"Today's breakfast consists of Satsuma fried fish cakes and sea bream sashimi."

"it is good."

Kitahara Hakuba smiled at her and prepared to head to the restaurant, but he spotted Kuno Tachibana sitting at a table eating right outside. Normally, he wouldn't have noticed such a sharp observation.

Both her cherry-like lips and her slender, pale hands reminded Kitahara Hakuba of what had happened last night.

Yi Yi is clearly just a high school freshman, when did she become so beautiful?

Kitahara Hakuba wasn't sure if he was moved or flustered, so he suddenly stopped and turned around.

Since what happened last night, he has been seeing Kuno Tachibana as a "woman" rather than a little girl who would act cute towards him.

What's going on here? Is it a subconscious instinct of living beings towards someone they've had a romantic relationship with?

Kitahara Hakuba felt somewhat disappointed in himself, but he also had a feeling of watching a messy ethical drama that his mother liked to watch.

To dispel his emotions, Kitahara Hakuba turned and walked out of the inn.

"What's wrong, Mr. Kitahara? Is it that the fried fish cakes and sea bream sashimi don't suit your taste?" The shopkeeper's daughter at the front desk was startled and stood up.

"No, I just suddenly felt like having coffee." Kitahara Hakuba waved his hand and smiled.

Leaving the hotel, stepping onto the asphalt road, I blended into the still-sleeping Kagoshima morning.

Along the streets of Kagoshima City, concrete houses and traditional Japanese wooden houses are interspersed, but all appear to be low-rise.

I found a coffee shop by the navigation, ordered a French press, put on my headphones, and sat by the window to listen to music, occasionally staring blankly at the people coming and going and the fallen leaves flying around on the ground.

He listened to it five times, and more than half an hour passed. Because he had to rush to Sakurajima to film that morning, he returned to the hotel. Otherwise, he could have stayed there all day.

Most of the members of the wind band had already gotten up, and shouts of "Who's still not up!" could be heard from time to time in the hallway.

This position used to belong to Akamatsu Sayaka, but now Takahashi Kami has taken over her job and become the morning bell.

"Who took my socks! My socks are gone!"

"Who would go and get the socks? They're dirty and smelly."

"Could I borrow your face wash and moisturizer?"

"Oh, right, should I put on some sunscreen? The sun seems pretty strong today."

"Wow, why didn't you bring anything?"

The girl's room was noisy, with her pajamas and nightgowns piled up at her ankles, forming soft, cloud-like folds that revealed her lithe ankles and slightly rosy heels.

Her fingertips fumbled for the buttons behind her back, and the butterfly-shaped shoulder blades on her back undulated with her movements like wings. The shadow of the pleated long skirt flowed rhythmically across her skin.

A well-fitting suit jacket, with a bow tie at the chest.

Their new uniforms today are all black, and they exude more solemnity than cuteness.

I'm inhaling it like crazy!

As Tenkai So passed by the girls' floor, he took a deep breath, as if trying to inhale all the girlish fragrance that was overflowing from the room into the corridor.

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"It's a bit disgusting, bro," Matsuoka Nobuyuki complained. It was the first time the two of them had worn such formal Western-style uniforms, and they had even put hair gel on their hair and styled it.

Tianhai Cang raised her hand and touched the hair beside her ear, saying:

"I'm just trying to purify the air for them, okay? Look at all those girls, they take off so many socks, and having so many socks means the air quality is terrible."

"Be careful of lung infections."

Matsuoka Nobuyuki snorted. The brass band hadn't yet found the culprit behind the smelly feet; those feet seemed to only appear when the weather was hot.

"Ah, I really want to have a girlfriend, I'd even be willing to have smelly feet."

"Just say you want authentic pickled cabbage noodles," said Matsuoka Osamu.

"How about you try dating me?"

A sudden sound startled them. When they turned around, they saw the ferryman staring at them with a stern face, and Kitahara-sensei standing beside him.

Sensing the disdainful gaze of the ferryman, the two shrugged, nodded in greeting, and then quickly jogged away.

"He has no respect for elders and never thinks about anything important," the ferry director said.

“That’s how puberty is,” Kitahara Hakuba defended the two of them.

When he returned, he met the ferry manager, who pulled him uphill without him knowing what to say.

The ferryman laughed:

"Kitahara, were you like this during your puberty too?"

"I'm not that obvious, after all, there are still many frameworks that restrict adolescent behavior, whether it's morality or law," Kitahara Hakuba said with a forced smile.

The ferry manager smiled dismissively and said:

"Anyway, thank you for taking care of those students today."

"It's okay, everyone in the brass band is very well-behaved."

"By the way, didn't Nagase-san just finish her exams? She's coming back from Tokyo today."

As the ferryman walked up the stairs, he said, "It's probably because you were my teacher. Your experience as a soloist in the brass section impressed the interviewers, and the repertoire you chose for the interview was also fine."

It should pass.

Kitahara Hakuba raised an eyebrow. Strictly speaking, he wasn't exactly Nagase Tsukino's tutor; she often taught herself.

“Nase’s mother said she would like to invite you back for a meal to express her gratitude.”

Huh? Again?

Kitahara Hakuba suddenly thought of the fortune slip he had drawn in the shrine. Could it be for real?

Although Nagase's mother had told him that she "liked" him, he was truly not worthy of it.

He still prefers... to the many attractive married women.

"Director of the ferry terminal, please politely decline on my behalf."

Kitahara Hakuba quickly refused to speak.

"All of this is the result of Nagase's own learning; I didn't help much at all."

"so."

Instead of trying to persuade them to stay, the ferry manager readily agreed.

"Okay, I'll say it for you."

"Thank you."

"And one more thing."

The ferryman stopped, and Kitahara Hakuba stopped as well.

"I've found a few mentors to replace you. One is a recent college graduate from Hokkaido University, and the other is a conductor in the local farmers' wind band league. When would be a convenient time for you?"

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These words left Kitahara Hakuba speechless. This was something that was bound to happen sooner or later, but now that it was right in front of him, he suddenly didn't want to let go.

I was even a little angry.

Didn't I say I was going to finish teaching this year's students? Are you in such a hurry?

"Convenient, of course convenient."

Although he was unhappy, Kitahara Hakuba forced a smile.