I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Kitahara Hakuma rubbed his forehead, realizing he hadn't considered this carefully. He'd just go back and print out a few more.

He was about to say "It's okay" when he noticed that Kana Eto's toes, encased in beige stockings, kept moving, the fabric slightly denting between her toes.

It looks quite cute.

"What happened to your foot?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.

"Um, it's nothing, just a little itchy," Kana Eto said with an awkward laugh, subconsciously shrugging her shoulders.

This is troublesome.

Kitahara Hakuba has tried it, and it's very difficult to tickle the soles of Shinomiya Haruka's feet when she's wearing stockings, because the stockings are very slippery, and tickling doesn't feel as satisfying.

At the time, Shinomiya Haruka felt uncomfortable, which eventually angered him. He took off his pantyhose and scratched the soles of his feet vigorously.

Kitahara Hakuba will probably never forget the alluring look on Yao Bao's face back then.

But he couldn't do that to Kana Eto, so he had to make her pry it off herself in private.

"That's alright then. If any of the other members need anything, just have them come to the first music classroom to find me."

"it is good."

Kana Eto couldn't wait any longer. The urge to stop scratching the soles of her feet was as unbearable as not washing her face before bed. As soon as she returned to the oboe classroom, she took off her indoor shoes and bent down to relieve the itch.

But the stockings were too slippery; I'll never wear those full-foot-covering stockings again!

"Minister Eto, what did Kitahara-sensei say?" Kirishima Mai suddenly asked.

"Well?"

Kana Eto almost didn't react, because Kirishima-kun would never ask these kinds of questions normally; in fact, she was too Zen-like, as if nothing mattered to her.

"Asked why no one practiced his sheet music."

Kirishima Mai nodded, flipping through the sheet music on the music stand, and said nothing more.

For a while afterward, Kitahara Hakuba sat in the first music classroom, but no club member came in.

He wandered around the first music classroom, somewhat bored, first to the left window and then to the right window.

“The third-year students used to be very proactive…” Kitahara Hakuba muttered to himself.

Soon it got dark, and because many people didn't have their sheet music, the event ended early.

Kitahara Hakuba also went home early.

The evening breeze was unusually cold and the wind was strong, so I bought a bottle of hot coffee on the way.

When I got to the rental house, I saw a black thing squatting at the door.

Kitahara Hakuba frowned in confusion, cautiously approached, and turned on his phone's flashlight.

Sitting on the floor with her back against the wall is Eri Kanzaki, dressed in her uniform.

She sat with her legs drawn up to her chest, her legs tightly pressed together, with only her calves open.

"Hmm,"

Eri Kanzaki looked up, the light from her phone dazzling her eyes, but only Hakuba Kitahara knew how beautiful her eyes were under the bright light.

"Kanzaki-kun? It's already seven o'clock, what are you doing here?" Kitahara Hakuba squatted down and asked.

However, she did not speak; only her sighs, which sounded like groans, could be heard.

"Kanzaki-kun?"

Kanzaki Eri raised her right hand and gently tugged at Kitahara Hakuba's sleeve, her soft-looking little mouth opening and closing:

"Privately, Hakuba, why do you call me Kanzaki?"

Chapter 349, Section 348: New Knowledge about Kanzaki Eri (4)

Kanzaki Eri looked blankly at Kitahara Hakuba, tilting her head in a childlike manner, leaving him speechless.

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These voices were perfectly natural to Kitahara Hakuba, but Eri's voice felt particularly out of place.

"What are you doing here?"

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A car headlight swept past, and the shadows scattered around Kanzaki Eri's feet clung desperately to Kitahara Hakuba's body.

Kanzaki Eri sat up, gazing earnestly at Kitahara Hakuba, and whispered in a hoarse voice:

"It's so cold."

Does this mean he should welcome her inside?

Kitahara Hakuba instinctively glanced around, the dim yellow light of the streetlights spreading in the darkness, and he couldn't see any living creatures in sight.

What should we do now?

Not long ago, Kitahara Hakuba decided in his heart to keep his distance from them, because he knew very well that if he got too close to them in an ambiguous way, his hidden desires would eventually erupt.

He knew this perfectly well, but the gentle look of Kanzaki Eri with her lips pursed made Kitahara Hakuba's heart soften again.

However, there is another theory that he could easily use the excuse of "not wanting the students to feel cold" to numb himself.

"Alright, come in." Kitahara Hakuba took out his key and opened the door.

Feeling in the dark, I turned on the light switch on the wall, and the narrow living room instantly became bright.

While Kitahara Hakuba was still taking off his shoes, Kanzaki Eri had already stepped on them wearing only white lace socks.

She did nothing and said nothing; she simply stood beside the single sofa with her schoolbag in hand, like a beautiful and unparalleled work of art that Kitahara Hakuma had just bought from a glass exhibition hall.

"Wear slippers."

Because Eri's socks weren't like Hiroka's, which were perfectly made in terms of appearance, pure white and flawless; the toes of the Aomori girl's white socks were slightly yellowed.

Kitahara Hakuba placed Shinomiya Haruka's slippers directly on the ground. He noticed that the girls' shoe sizes were all about the same, around size 37.

Eri Kanzaki looked down at the black slippers. They were cheap ones she'd bought from a department store, and she had a feeling they'd break after six months.

“Everyone is looking at sheet music today,” she said.

"is it?"

Kitahara Hakuba went to the kitchen and turned on the kettle. Now that the weather was cold, drinking barley tea wasn't a wise choice; he needed to brew something better.

"What about Huili? How does she feel?"

It's a craft tea, wrapped in a layer of Pu'er tea leaves, with lily and jasmine flowers inside.

However, just moments after he said it, Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but pinch his own cheek, and he called out "Eri" again.

Calling her "Eri" is purely out of habit over the past few months; in fact, I feel uncomfortable calling her "Kanzaki-kun" in private—it's really putting the cart before the horse.

Sure enough, turning to observe Kanzaki Eri's expression, I noticed a faint smile on her delicate, childlike face.

Her delicate shoulders drooped relaxedly.

"It sounds great, I will try my best to learn it."

Eri Kanzaki nodded, her bangs casting a shadow in her clear eyes.

"You are so awesome."

The girl's voice carried a natural sincerity and purity, and this simple, unadorned sentence made Kitahara Hakuba feel a little shy.

"It's alright, it took you a long time to compile. Who did you borrow it from? Minister Eto?"

"kindness."

Kitahara Hakuba stood in the kitchen waiting for the water to boil, and said in a deliberately calm tone:

"I'll print a few more copies of the score tomorrow. Remember to return your oboe sheet music tomorrow."

"it is good."

Eri Kanzaki is very obedient now, giving Hakuba Kitaen the impression that this girl will do whatever he says.

In this case

Let's give it a try.

Actually, I wanted to mention this the moment I walked in:

It's really not good to keep enduring it.

Kitahara Hakuba swallowed hard, gripped the kitchen door, and said gently:

"Eri, have some hot tea to warm yourself up later. And if you don't have anything else to do after you finish, why don't you go ahead? It's getting late."

Upon hearing his words, Kanzaki Eri pursed her lower lip slightly and frowned, looking extremely pitiful.

This is no different from kicking her out.

Seeing the girl's aggrieved expression, Kitahara Hakuba couldn't shake off the unease he felt sitting in an uncomfortable chair.

What kind of alchemy does Eri possess that makes him regret saying those words upon seeing her expression?

Why are you avoiding me?

Eri Kanzaki raised her hand to brush her hair aside, and the voice that came out of her small mouth was like cotton wool soaked in tears, heavy and powerless.

Although she guessed correctly, Kitahara Hakuba wouldn't admit it:

"No, how could that be? It's just that it's really too late now, and I've been very busy lately, so I really don't have much time to spend with you."

"White Horse, are you busy now too?"

Kitahara Hakuba wanted to say, "I'm quite busy right now," but actually, it was time for him to rest.

However, this momentary hesitation was caught by the observant Eri Kanzaki, who noticed his inner thoughts, but she didn't seem happy.

She lowered her head, her hair falling softly on either side of her cheeks, her fingers nervously twisting the shoulder strap of her schoolbag, her voice tinged with grievance and timidity:

"Don't avoid me, Eri cares about you."

Kitahara Hakuba's breathing slowed down a beat. Hearing the girl's words, which evoked pity in everyone, he suddenly felt like a sinner who had caused her distress.

His wolfish eyes gleamed, and he tried to quietly exhale to calm his tense emotions.