I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Looking again at the boys in shorts on the playground, I saw they had huge clumps of leg hair.

When I get tired of looking at it, I take a short rest. With my eyelids closed, I can vaguely see the particles of sunlight. I really wish I could stay immersed in this tranquility forever.

"Teacher Kitahara, Teacher Kitahara?"

A familiar sound reached his ears, and Kitahara Hakuba opened his eyes, only to find that it was Kawai Sakurako. This scene seemed familiar.

"What's wrong?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.

Sakurako Yukawa used the back of her hand to lift her bangs, revealing her smooth forehead, and said:

"There's something we've wanted to ask you for a long time, but we weren't sure if we could."

Kitahara Hakuba looked at her with a strange expression, then grinned:

"Since you've already said that, it wouldn't be very polite for me to reply that it's best not to ask."

"The choir?" Kitahara Hakuba straightened up and asked, puzzled, "Why do you think I'll go on stage with the choir members?"

He is the advisor for the wind instrument section, but not the advisor for the chorus section.

"Because they wrote on the ticket that you were the special guest." Sakura immediately realized that Kitahara-sensei was completely unaware of this.

Kitahara Hakuba was truly stumped again, and muttered in doubt, "It shouldn't be, right? They haven't talked to me about these things."

"some!"

Sakurako Yukawa suddenly unzipped her tracksuit top, revealing a white shirt underneath, which startled Hakuba Kitahara.

She reached in and took a ticket from her pocket, saying:

"Look at this, it says you're a special guest. @Request3|^book+~{help/~′ ?update°{>fastest:^"

Kitahara Hakuba took the ticket and saw that it was real; his name was on it.

“That’s outrageous. To do this without your permission is utterly disrespectful to you and the entire brass band,” said Sakurako Yukawa.

Seeing her frustrated expression, as if to say, "How could they do this?" Kitahara Hakuba could only smile bitterly to himself.

The brass band doesn't actually have the authority to interfere with which clubs he wants to contact, since they only serve as advisors and don't have any deeper ties to him.

To put it bluntly, the girls in the brass band were too controlling, and they banned Kitahara Hakuba from the brass band.

Just like the girls in the track and field club today, they wouldn't let anyone touch them at all.

He was silent for a moment, took a light breath, and said, "Ah, this?"

?

Hearing Kitahara-sensei's sudden thoughtful tone, Yuukawa Sakurako widened her eyes slightly and said:

"You promised?"

"Maybe it was something I said unintentionally that made them think I would be on stage, but it's nothing, you don't need to worry about it. Just focus on your performance at the cultural festival and the upcoming national tournament."

Kitahara Hakuba handed her the choir ticket, smiling gently, and subtly probed the girl with the three braids in his words.

"After all, I am also a teacher at Shenxu High School, so it would be a good thing to be able to improve the students' vocal skills."

"Hmm: Okay, so today, shall we continue practicing for the national tournament, or for the cultural festival?"

"Proceed according to the schedule. After 4 PM, you will each perform the music for the cultural festival on your own. The conductor will be responsible for:"

Kitahara Hakuba's gaze fell upon Amemori, who was playing tennis; her constantly bouncing white miniskirt was too eye-catching.

"Thank you for your hard work, Yu Shou. I trust her leadership."

"Okay, then I'll take my leave."

"fine."

Sakurako Yuukawa didn't notice anything at first as she turned to leave, until her shoelace came undone and she knelt down to tie it.

Then it dawned on me what was happening.

What Mr. Kitahara was actually saying was, "I am the teacher of all the students in the Shin-Asahi group, not just the teacher of the brass band. I will handle these matters myself. Don't go too far. Focus on managing the upcoming competition."

His self-interpretation might be a bit harsh and vulgar, not like something he would normally say, but Sakurako Yukawa thinks it's pretty close to the truth.

Ms. Kitahara felt that they were meddling too much and that they were focusing on the wrong things.

Sakurako's cheeks instantly flushed a faint blush, and her fingers, which were tying her shoelaces, felt hot.

Sakurako! Aren't you just like Amemori?

"Ugh!"

Sakurako raised her hands to cover her face, trying to hide her panic, but the blush on her ears betrayed her inner shyness.

"Sakurako, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Saito Haruka, holding a Pocari Sweat bottle, walked over.

"It's nothing." Sakurako Yukawa stood up, rubbing her ears. "A bug flew in."

Saito Harutori's eyes widened, and she said with concern:

"That's terrible, we need to get to the infirmary quickly."

"It's alright, it's alright, it just came out on its own." Yukawa Sakura waved her hand with a smile, her ears as red as strawberries in season.

"You scared me." Saito Harutori breathed a sigh of relief, her gaze falling on Kitahara Hakuba, who was sitting there. "Is Kitahara-sensei busy?"

“Ah: He shouldn’t be busy,” said Sakurako Yukawa.

"so."

"Are you going to find him?"

"No? Don't you know about the choir situation?"

Saito Harutori forced a gentle smile and said in a girlish voice,

"If this continues, those girls seem to have no idea of ​​their own worth, thinking that just because Mr. Kitahara said a few words to them at the opening ceremony, he is their teacher."

"It's not that Sakurako thought Haruno's words were a bit too extreme," she said, her hand constantly heaving as she weighed the three braids behind her.

"I don't think Mr. Kitahara would mind. Let's not talk to him about this. Let's focus on our own things. The music practice and the competition pieces for the cultural festival are what's important."

However, Saito Harukori seemed unconvinced, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"Sakurako, do you really want to see Kitahara-sensei spend his time on other clubs?"

"Hmm::::" Yukawa Sakurako looked at her serene smile, her heart filled with conflict.

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Teacher Kitahara had hinted to her not to interfere.

“I think we shouldn’t do that. Mr. Kitahara would prefer us to do our own thing well, and that would make him happy,” said Sakurako Yukawa.

“That’s you guys, not me.” Saito Harutori smiled and walked straight toward Kitahara Hakuba.

Sakurako rubbed her cherry-colored lower lip with a troubled expression. She felt that Haruno had been acting a little strange lately.

"Yuka and Amemori are really good at playing tennis."

As Kitahara Hakuba watched the girls play tennis with rapt attention, a pleasant sound reached his ears.

Glancing to the side, he saw Saito Harutori place a bottle of water on the table, smiling at him.

"You've worked hard, here's a drink for you."

Kitahara Hakuma nodded at her.

Hard work? He's not tired at all.

Sitting here on paid leave, enjoying the gentle breeze, and watching the girls' skirts flutter – it couldn't be more enjoyable.

Saito Harutori stood beside Kitahara Hakuba like a maid, watching him look away, and said with a smile:

"Does Kitahara-sensei like looking at skirts?"

"Huh?" Kitahara Hakuba turned around and looked at her in surprise.

How did she know? She used to play PUBG and even spent money to buy little keys, just so she could get the little dress.

In the end, I didn't win the dress, I lost all my money, and I even became depressed.

"If you'd like to see, I can wear it for you."

Saito Haruka gently pinched a strand of hair with her fingertips, her eyelids slightly lowered, and a smile played on her lips.

"But it's a bit inconvenient at school, how about you come to my house tonight?"

Kitahara Hakuba rarely showed a stunned expression, but he quickly recovered and changed the subject.

"Home? You've gotten along well with your family?"

"Saito Harutori's smile faded considerably, and she said in a low voice, "No, he hasn't contacted me. I'm still living in my rented apartment."

Kitahara Hakuba took the Pocari Sweat from the table, twisted it gently, and said:

"So there are family members like this."

To some extent, they can no longer be considered family.

“But it’s alright now.” Saito Harutori pressed her hand against her open inner lining and said softly, “As long as Kitahara-sensei is by my side, that’s enough.”

"Cough cough—" Kitahara Hakuba choked on the water and couldn't help coughing.

"Well, that was really an accident." Saito Harutori stepped forward and bent down slightly, gently patting his back with her small hand. "It's better to drink water in small sips."

Kitahara Hakuba felt his lungs were churning. It was easy for him to say that, but who was it that made him choke?

This is a school. If other people hear this, will he even survive?

The girl's naturally falling brown hair landed on Kitahara Hakuba's arm, and he slightly withdrew his hand, saying:

"What do you want from me?"

"What did Sakurako say to you just now?" Saito Harutori didn't answer, but asked the question herself.

Unlike the conversation between Yukawa Sakurako, the dialogue between Kitahara Hakuba and Saito Harukori is quite straightforward:

"It's just some minor stuff in the choir, don't worry about it, just focus on other things."

Seeing his attitude, Saito Harutori couldn't help but let out a groan, complaining like a sheltered young woman in her boudoir:

"I've clearly been so nice to you"