I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Eri Kanzaki accepted it with both hands; she could smell the distinctive odor of photocopy paper.

"How long will it take to practice this?" The girl raised her eyebrows curiously, her words and eyes revealing a deep and unfathomable meaning.

“If it were you, it would probably be quick,” Kitahara Hakuba explained with a smile. “This score has a lot of soft notes and legato, so it can also be used as an etude.”

Eri Kanzaki asked in a soft, nasal voice:

"Will it be the same as what Mr. Kitahara boasted about?"

Kitahara Hakuba raised an eyebrow; his oboe skill level was currently 25.

After several weeks of practice, Eri Kanzaki has made good progress, but she is still only at level 15 in oboe.

The higher you go, the harder it is to gain experience.

She wanted to reach Kitahara Hakuba's playing level in a short period of time.

It's hard to say, classmate.

“It will be the same,” Kitahara Hakuba said with a distant gaze. “If Kanzaki-san finds playing the oboe enjoyable, then it will definitely be the same.”

[Level Up]

[Character: Kirishima Mai, Oboe lv+1, currently lv12]

[Received member promotion reward: 90,000]

Suddenly, another member's level increased, which Kitahara Hakuba did not expect. Kirishima Mai's level increased so quickly.

Back when she worked at Saizeriya's shop, she was a 1v4 oboe player.

In just over a month, she had already advanced eight grades, surpassing the other two oboists in her section.

If things continue like this, she might surpass Eri Kanzaki during the summer vacation, and the choice of the oboe and trumpet soloists might not be as clear as it is now.

Because in Kitahara Hakuba's mind, the trumpet and oboe solos right now must be Kuno Tachibana and Kanzaki Eri.

Kanzaki Eri stared at the sheet music without saying a word. When she heard Kitahara Hakuba playing the instrument that morning, the image of Sakura Elementary School, where she had attended as a child, flashed through her mind.

Back then, Yoshino cherry trees were planted everywhere in the school, as if to wrap the entire school up, and many adults would come specifically to admire the flowers.

Amidst a field of cherry blossoms, she heard the sound of a trumpet, even more dazzling than the cherry blossoms themselves. Following the sound, she discovered that the player was a girl her own age.

- "Nase Tsukiyo, just call me Tsukiyo."

Neither the dazzling cherry blossoms, the babbling water of the canals, nor the shimmering waves of Hakodate Bay left a trace in her heart.

Only the trumpet from back then, and today, that beautiful and moving oboe.

The girl's eyes, gleaming like jewels beneath her long eyelashes, made Kitahara Hakuba eager to know what she was thinking.

"Alright, go practice if you have nothing else to do," Kitahara Hakuba said.

Eri Kanzaki nodded, held the sheet music to her chest, and left the first music classroom.

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I'm happy to get off work at 5 pm.

He was happy that the ferry director didn't come to talk to him.

I'm so happy to be able to ride the tram with a seat.

I was happy to see beautiful legs on the street.

Kitahara Hakuba kept thinking that he could be happy so many times in a single day that he almost forgot the word "happy." However, Kanzaki Eri was not happy.

"This task is too difficult. Does she really have a mental illness?" Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but complain as he walked home.

"A mission? Which master gave you a mission?"

Along with the sound came a sudden tap on his shoulder. Kitahara Hakuba turned around in surprise and found it was Shinomiya Haruka.

"Why are you here?"

"Oh dear, I've been with you all this way, and you're still acting like you're 'thinking,' I don't have the heart to interrupt you," Shinomiya Haruka said with a smile, tucking her hair behind her ear.

She wore skinny jeans on her lower body and a white long-sleeved top with a black jacket over it, a very androgynous outfit.

Kitahara Hakuba smiled and said, "You went out to play?"

"No, I missed you, so I closed my shop and came out to see you."

A meaningful smile appeared on Shinomiya Haruka's lips as she naturally reached out and took his arm, her full breasts pressing tightly against his.

Kitahara Hakuba swallowed hard, his heart suddenly racing.

?

You're looking for me because you're closed down? So casually?

"Did you eat well last night?" Shinomiya Haruka asked.

"It's alright, just a regular pork cutlet rice bowl or something. After all, it's the students treating, so I can't let them spend money." Kitahara Hakuba felt his lips were very dry.

Like a cat, Shinomiya Haruka rubbed her face against his arm:

"Have you finalized your repertoire?"

Kitahara Hakuba glanced at his arm subconsciously and found that there were no traces of skincare products left on the fabric.

Yao Bao was born beautiful?

"It's decided, 'Raise the Flag of Courage' and 'The Tears of Princess Kinada of the Fei River'," he said.

"Do you need my help?" Shinomiya Haruka asked.

"May I?"

Haruka Shinomiya laughed happily and said, "Isn't it exciting to help your boyfriend achieve some success?"

Kitahara Hakuma's heart skipped a beat, feeling as if thousands of fireworks had been planted inside his body, about to explode uncontrollably.

He straightened his back as if to put on airs, his face tense, and returned to his residence. He took out his key and opened the door.

The two walked in, their shoes still on, and the door had barely closed when Shinomiya Haruka suddenly cupped his face in her hands.

He kissed her on tiptoe.

She was like a nightingale under a rose bush, peering into his chamber for a long time.

Before Kitahara Hakuma could react, he almost instinctively reached out and wrapped his arms around Shinomiya Haruka's slender waist, like a musician playing a flute, moving forward to the gentle sound of Wen Wan's flute, to put on a conversational solo.

Only when she could no longer breathe did Shinomiya Haruka release her grip and use her cherry-red tongue to lick away the transparent link between them.

"I almost couldn't breathe, what happened to you?" Kitahara Hakuba said, panting heavily.

With a dreamy look in her eyes, Shinomiya Haruka gazed at him and said, "I've been thinking about you since this morning, and I couldn't hold back any longer. You're not angry, are you?"

.....Won't."

Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but spit out his saliva. Why did he feel that Shinomiya Haruka seemed to be even more addicted than him?

"But I'm comfortable now, let's cook, and we'll talk about the 'task' you mentioned later."

Shinomiya Haruka smiled shyly, took off her sneakers, put on slippers, and went inside.

Chapter 87, Section 86: To her, no one matters.

"Our Kitahara-sensei seems to be quite famous at school." Shinomiya Haruka skillfully opened the cupboard and took out a plate from it.

Kitahara Hakuba sat on the single sofa in the living room, looked up at the ceiling, and said:

"What's the point of saying that?"

Haruka Shinomiya took the Wagyu beef out of the refrigerator to defrost, tied on an apron, and said:

"He even played the oboe so coolly this morning."

You saw it again? You planted spies at the school? You wicked woman.

"It's alright, the blowing is just so-so."

"Why don't you blow on it for me?" Shinomiya Haruka said with a hint of slyness.

“Those are school instruments, not mine,” Kitahara Hakuba said.

"Aren't there enough musical instruments in my house for you to use?"

"What if someone doesn't want to buy your instrument after I play it?"

Shinomiya Haruka turned to look at him, somewhat annoyed, and said, "Then you can use it."

"Yes...yes."

Although he has already given Nagase Tsukiyo three million yen, he still has some money to buy musical instruments.

"Besides, you rented a soundproof room but never use it. That's recorded in the company's revenue, you know. I can't give you special treatment," Shinomiya Haruka said while cutting the mushroom.

“This money is fine,” Kitahara Hakuba said, looking down at the lines on his palm.

Perhaps sensing that he was lost in thought, Shinomiya Haruka subtly walked to his sofa, sat on the armrest with her rounded buttocks, and put one hand on his shoulder, saying:

"What's wrong? Why are you so down? What's the mission all about?"

Looking at Kitahara Hakuma from the side, his full, rounded breasts came into view, and the curve of his collarbone was exceptionally beautiful.

Her eyelashes are so long, and her lips are so cherry-like, they look so plump and bouncy.

He mentioned that the girl at school who played the oboe might have autism, but he naturally kept the more specific details to himself.

"The oboe player? Eri Kanzaki?"

"you know?"

"Yes, because the way she looks at people is strange, and she doesn't seem very happy."

Shinomiya Haruka gently pinched his earlobe and said,

"But I found that many times, she was the first to notice changes in the atmosphere and shifts in other people's emotions."

"Huh? You're that strong?" Kitahara Hakuba said in surprise.

"When you're giving a speech, all I can do is watch everyone's expressions. Her eyes follow the main characters, which is quite amusing, like AI automatically recognizing them."

Haruka Shinomiya said in a half-joking tone,

"People who are too emotional like her tend to overthink things."