I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"You understand."

Kuno Tachibana noticed the change in her expression, a playful smile appearing on his lips. He leaned down slightly and said...

“Nagase-senpai must have been even more upset than me back then, right? Kitahara-sensei chose me, not you.”

The gentle sunlight skillfully filtered through the gaps in her hair, casting dappled light and shadow on the girl's skirt.

Nagase Tsukiyo bit her lip, then gave a dry laugh and changed the subject, saying:

"What does Kuno-senpai want to talk about?"

Don't misunderstand me.

Kuno Tachibana straightened his back, lifted his foot, which was covered by indoor shoes, and gently stepped on the ground with the ball of his foot.

"I just want to give myself an explanation, and to give Nagase-senpai something like a reassurance."

Nagase Tsukiyo tilted her head, seemingly puzzled.

This face is excessively beautiful, and even her figure is curvaceous. Teacher Kitahara's will is truly unwavering.

Kuno Tachibana stared at her face, lost in thought for a while, then, as if unwilling to admit defeat, let out a soft hum and said:

"I'm just saying that this time, Mr. Kitahara won't do the same thing as last time. I'll decide the winner based on the result of the first time."

Nagase Tsukiyo paused for a moment, a slight smile curving her lips:

"Well, in any case, I won't give up this final solo performance,"

In fact, Nagase Tsukiyo isn't worried about starting over, because the outcome won't change.

What she feared was that if she was not chosen by Kitahara Hakuba again, the indescribable psychological trauma would be something that even a solo performance could not heal.

"Each each other."

Kuno Tachibana's lips curved into a smile, revealing a smile that seemed to say "I love you."

“Nase-senpai should be glad that I’m two years younger than you, otherwise you would have to put up with me for three years.”

"It will not happen."

Nagase Tsukiyo raised her hand and ran it through her long hair, smoothing it down to the ends.

"If you were the same age as me, Kuno, I think I would have had a lot of fun during my three years in the brass band."

Kuno Tachibana raised an eyebrow, and with a playful laugh, said:

"Oh? So that means you weren't actually happy living in the brass band with Saito-senpai and Kanzaki-senpai?"

"Everyone is very happy."

The trumpet in her arms reflected Nagase Tsukiyo's face, which showed a hint of longing.

"Being with Saito and the others creates wonderful memories..."

However, the moment those words were spoken, Nagase Tsukiyo lowered his eyes in melancholy.

In the end, the three of them not only failed to create any good memories, but also fell apart, and they might never have any contact again after graduating from high school.

My feverish neck felt a stinging sensation as the cold air blew in from the window.

Kuno Tachibana blinked, stretched his legs out straight, and his shoes bounced back and forth:

"It's really strange. When I first joined the club, Saito-senpai kept saying that she wanted me to come back, and that my position as the leader of the junior club was only temporary. Sigh, things have changed."

As she spoke, she peered at Nagase Tsukiyo's expression.

The girl's long eyelashes fluttered. There was no point in saying these things now, and it felt rather strange to talk about them with Kuno Tachibana.

"Excuse me, I need to go out for some fresh air."

"Oh."

After leaving the practice room, Nagase Tsukiyo immediately went through the elevated corridor to the staff office of the school building.

But when she was still a few meters from the door, she stopped, raised her hand to her chest, and after a moment of hesitation, she mustered the courage to step forward.

Arriving at the office door, I stood demurely, about to knock when I realized he wasn't inside.

"Nase-san? Is there something you need?" The ferryman noticed her standing at the door.

Faced with the strange expression on the head teacher's face, Nagase Tsukiyo pursed his lips, his fingernails leaving crescent-shaped marks on the back of his hand.

"...Um, excuse me, where's Kitahara-sensei?"

"Oh, you're looking for Mr. Kitahara? He..."

"Here? What's wrong?"

Before the ferryman could finish speaking, his clear and bright voice came from behind him. Nagase Tsukiyo almost trembled all over, his heart raced, and he felt as if all the blood in his body was rushing.

She turned to the side and saw that Kitahara Hakuma was holding a mug, from which wisps of white steam were rising.

He went to make coffee...

"Come in and let's talk," Kitahara Hakuba said as he walked inside.

"it is good."

Nagase Tsukiyo followed behind him.

Kitahara Hakuba pulled over an articulated chair with one hand, and as he sat down, he subconsciously let out an "Ah~" sound. He looked up at her and asked, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Nagase Tsukiyo tucked the strands of hair behind her ear, and Kitahara Hakuba found it strange that she always liked to do this.

But this is also good, as it allows us to see her small and delicate ears, and even the outline of them is clearly visible.

"Well... I heard that you're going to Tokyo to attend a seminar later."

"Oh, that's it." Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile, "You're quite well-informed. The other students don't know about this, and I haven't told anyone either."

He wasn't blaming anyone; he was simply stating the facts.

Nagase Tsukiyo, however, couldn't help but overthink things, believing that he felt he was "spying" on his every move.

"No, it's because my family members are on the board of directors at Shenxu High School, so I occasionally hear things from them..."

"

Kitahara Hakuba, not understanding what she was so nervous about, gave a slight smile and said:

"What's the problem with this? Is there something that requires you to come see me?"

Nagase Tsukiyo bit her lower lip, a blush creeping up her beautiful cheeks, her right hand tightly gripping her left thumb:

"That period happened to be the school's visit day, but Tokyo is too far away. I was thinking that if you, Kitahara-sensei, were going there, then I..."

、”

"You want to come back to Tokyo with me? Sure."

"Hmm...:::?" Nagase Tsukiyo's eyes widened slightly.

Kitahara Hakuba quickly changed his tune:

"I'm used to hugging you. Since my hometown is in Tokyo, it might be better to say I'm going to Tokyo."

Saying "back" feels a little strange.

However, Nagase Tsukiyo didn't care at all whether it was "once" or "going". What surprised her was that Kitahara Hakuba agreed without the slightest hesitation.

After all, there are too many things to consider when taking a female student on the road, and no one wants to make things complicated.

"Can you really come with me?" Nagase Tsukiyo's voice rose a few octaves from her throat, becoming noticeably thinner.

“Of course, I told you before I would help you, and it’s not a difficult thing,” Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the girl's fair and delicate face lit up with a joyful smile, and she bowed deeply to him, saying:

"Thank you, Professor Kitahara. I'll take my leave now. Goodbye."

"Ah."

However, Nagase Tsukiyo had only taken a few steps when she suddenly turned back and asked cautiously:

"Teacher Kitahara, am I... the only one here?"

Kitahara Hakuba nodded and said:

"It should be just you; no other student has made this request to me."

Nagase Tsukiyo's throat moved, and through her parted lips, her white teeth could be vaguely seen.

"What if they bring it up? Would you agree?"

Kitahara Hakuba frowned and asked curiously:

"Is it that you can't agree?"

No, I'm sorry to have disturbed your rest.

Nagase Tsukiyo's face flushed red, as if afraid that he would see through her thoughts. She turned around worriedly and left quickly.

Watching the girl's departing figure, with each sway of her pleated skirt, her long, slender, fair legs peeked out, drawing excessive attention.

Her joints were well-defined, symmetrical and firm, exuding a pure and beautiful vitality; her calves were slightly protruding but not thick.

Further up, the thighs gradually become fuller, rounder, and smoother, as if you can see the faint pink blush on the skin's surface through the light.

Those are truly a pair of legs that can be called works of art, simply...:

No?

Kitahara Hakuba raised his hand and lightly patted his face. How could he do that? Only Nagase Tsukiyo stared at her legs when he left. How despicable.

Handsome face: You're so high and mighty, why don't you hit my eyes instead of my eyes?

"Teacher Kitahara, it's best not to regret what you say to your students. That's not how a teacher should behave." Director Ferry thought Kitahara Hakuba was starting to regret his words, which was why he slapped him.

"No, I'm just a little sleepy, trying to wake myself up," Kitahara Hakuba said.

"How about I give you some coffee?"

"It's only just been soaked."

Kitahara Hakuba raised his mug and took a small sip.

It's bitter and hard to drink.