I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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If he weren't a teacher, he might have a system that allows him to fall in love with teenage girls.

Unfortunately, he was a righteous teacher with high professional ethics and a deep understanding of the essence of Taoism.

Seeing that Yukawa Sakurako's expression was quite awkward, Kitahara Hakuba had no choice but to say something:

"Minister Yukawa?"

"what?"

"What else?"

"Uh, ah... It's nothing, goodbye teacher."

As Kawai Sakurako answered, she wiped her hands on her skirt, and for some reason, her face became very hot.

Her face flushed, and she bowed very respectfully.

Even though it was only morning, Kitahara Hakuba took a walk around and found that almost all the members of Group A had arrived, and even Saito Harukori was practicing in the bass section.

It feels like everything is starting to go smoothly?

Although it's a bit strange, things are finally moving in a positive direction.

Around noon, Shinomiya Haruka arrived at Shin-Asahi High School with a lunchbox in hand, and the two ate in the empty home economics classroom.

The beef stew with potatoes was very fragrant, and the miso soup with clams was also quite good.

"Why are you dressed so formally today?" Kitahara Hakuba glanced at her white shirt and blue jeans, an outfit that would stand out even on the street.

Even so, it further accentuates her curvaceous figure, and her slender neck is quite captivating.

Shinomiya Haruka raised her eyebrows and looked at him, deliberately switching legs and crossing them:

Do you like my unserious side?

"Because last time you dressed like a cool black magician, today you look a bit like a player who just left the starting village in an RPG."

"Don't you dare tell the ferryman that all you can think about is his niece's black stockings." Shinomiya Haruka grinned mischievously.

Kitahara Hakuba swallowed the beef in his mouth and said with utmost seriousness:

"I promise, what I remember in my mind isn't just your stockings."

Shinomiya Haruka smiled with a hint of pleasure:

"Yes, your image has been lingering in my mind. Every time I try to fall asleep, you're like a restless wildcat, darting around my room."

"What are you saying? If you want to seduce me, at least do it in bed. This is a sacred school."

"Ugh—! Disgusting!"

Shinomiya Haruka seemed to get goosebumps all over, and rubbed her arms up and down with both hands.

“…That’s really going too far. You were the one who said it first.” Kitahara Hakuba sighed.

"Haha." Shinomiya Haruka changed to a light tone and said meaningfully, "Okay, but you can't dress like that. According to you, it's not good for your school."

This has a negative impact...

Kitahara Hakuba spat, but then thought about it, and realized that she was dressed so alluringly and beautifully, it was simply too tempting.

"But don't worry—"

Shinomiya Haruka rested her chin on her hand, let out a charming sigh, and her jeans accentuated her alluring hips.

"If Kitahara wants to see, I can go home and wear it for you."

"Come on."

Kitahara Hakuba sneered, "You think I'd fall for that again? Please, he won't fall for the same trick twice!"

"real."

Haruka Shinomiya's sweet voice subtly revealed an honest tone.

"I feel bad about teasing you all this time, since it will affect my reputation."

"..." Kitahara Hakuba narrowed his eyes slightly.

Shinomiya Haruka blinked her deep eyes, rested her elbows on the table, and looked at him with her lightly made-up oval face, saying:

"Kitahara, do you really think of me as a wicked and evil woman?"

Her expression looked completely innocent, putting Kitahara Hakuba in a dilemma.

Chapter 46. How can a teacher be so depraved?

He didn't want to hurt Shinomiya Haruka's feelings and leave a grudge in her heart, but he also didn't want to be too serious and give her something to laugh at.

Oh well, let's just laugh it off.

"...Do you...do you know about the Black Destruction Mushroom?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.

Haruka Shinomiya showed a surprised expression:

"A black Destruction Mushroom? What's that?"

Kitahara Hakuba enthusiastically explained the character to her, describing this "Destruction Mushroom" as someone who is accustomed to rational analysis, planning, and calculation, and is avant-garde in nature...

“Doesn’t he just look like a character from a doujinshi?” Shinomiya Haruka suddenly said.

"It's not a doujinshi!"

Seeing his stubborn expression, Shinomiya Haruka smiled, her sneaker-clad feet bobbing up and down.

“You look so serious, but my hair is chestnut brown. Even if I wanted to show it to you, I would have to buy a wig.”

—That's so cute, he must really want to see it.

Kitahara Hakuba drank a large bowl of miso soup and asserted with considerable certainty:

"I'm just sharing something I like with you, I have no other intentions, I promise."

"Isn't it just that you like characters who wear black stockings? If you like them, I'll send you a few pairs that I've worn."

"Cough cough—" He choked on his words and quickly turned to the side, patting his chest as he coughed.

"Well, that's really messy."

Haruka Shinomiya's chestnut hair swayed as she tucked the stray strands behind her delicate ears, revealing a captivating smile.

Just then, the melody of an oboe playing overhead drifted in, its melodious and clear tone disappearing into the spring air.

And from the courtyard, the faint sound of a trumpet could be heard.

Even though the two sounds were extremely faint, Kitahara Hakuba could still hear them.

Sigh, my subordinates have just finished eating and are playing their instruments very seriously, while I'm here talking to Shinomiya about these indecent things.

Kitahara, Kitahara, you've truly fallen...

Thinking of this, Kitahara Hakuba began to eat in silence.

"Kitahara, you're quite adorable in this respect!" Shinomiya Haruka laughed even more heartily.

Kitahara Hakuba decided to ignore her for the time being.

After lunch, the two parted ways. Shinomiya Haruka went to instruct the bass section, and he heard the sound of a piano as soon as he arrived at the music room.

"How about that! My C+9 chord!" Kuno Tachibana said proudly, sitting on the piano bench.

“Wow, amazing.” Goto Yu clapped his hands, but made no sound.

"What's so great about it? This is just the simplest kind, anyone can play it, right?" Nagasawa Mia retorted.

Kuno Tachibana retorted, unconvinced:

"Then! Listen to this one!"

She played another set of F major chords, raising her eyebrows and puffing out her chest haughtily, and said:

"How about it!"

"Awesome, awesome!"

"What's so impressive about that? Didn't we all learn these things in music class? By the way, why aren't you practicing? What are you doing playing the piano here?"

Bored, Kuno Tachibana stretched his body into a perfect obtuse angle, raised his hands, and said:

"Ugh~~, everyone's in the vocal part room today, and the sounds they're making are absolutely deafening, it's pure noise! ​​I really don't want to..."

Practice there.

“Then you can go to the rooftop, the school courtyard, there’s nowhere you can’t practice,” Kitahara Hakuba said, stepping forward.

Yu Goto & Misaki Nagasawa: "Hello, teacher."

Kuno Tachibana's fingers traced back and forth across the piano keys:

"Teacher, when can we play together?"

Kitahara Hakuba approached the piano, and without looking at the keys, casually played a set of C major notes in the right hand.

After the music faded away, he said:

"It depends on how well they practice over the weekend."

“Everyone is very serious right now,” Goto Yu said, putting the reed in his mouth.

Misaki Nagasawa nodded in agreement:

"After all, the impact of what Kitahara-sensei had yesterday was too strong; I still feel my heart pounding."

Objectively speaking, Kitahara Hakuba's strength is undeniable, and with increasing practice, everyone will gradually understand his brilliance.

"That big devil is here too, and he's training really hard," Kuno Tachibana said.

"The Great Demon? Who?" Kitahara Hakuba had no idea who she was giving a nickname to.

“Saito Harutori, I can’t stand the sight of her widowed, married woman face,” Kuno Tatsuka said, arms crossed, making no attempt to hide his feelings.

Kitahara Hakuba finally couldn't resist reaching out and pressing her head down.

Watch your words.

"Wow~~ Teacher's hands are so big~! And so hot~!"

Kuno Tatsuka swayed from side to side like a seaweed drifting in the sea.