I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Kirishima Mai looked away, vaguely sensing that Kitahara-sensei was changing the subject, but she still went along with it.

"Let's win gold together with Li Hua," the girl said.

"Really? I'm looking forward to it."

Kitahara Hakuba smiled.

"Let's go. If Mr. Nakata sees that you didn't come up, he'll still give you a reward even if you're a good student."

“He rarely gets angry with me, and with Kitahara-sensei around, he dares not get angry even more,” Kirishima Mai said matter-of-factly.

Kitahara Hakuba stared at her profile in surprise.

It was only when he was about to leave Shin-Asahi High School that he realized Kirishima Mai was not oblivious at all.

Upon reaching the basement level, one finds a venue for theatrical performances.

There are usually six plays that change over time, with two plays each day.

Today's performances include two plays: "The Anglo-Saxon War" and "The Reform Path of Okubo Toshimichi".

When the two went down, the tiered seating was completely filled with students from the Shenxu Wind Ensemble, with only a few tourists scattered around.

They seemed very curious about the "student march," and instead of taking pictures of the stage in front of them, they took out their phones to take pictures of the students.

"Isn't this too slow?" Kuno Tachibana sat on the side closest to the aisle, shifting his position to make room.

Kirishima Mai covered her buttocks with her hands and sat down gracefully.

“Teacher Kitahara,” she said softly.

Kuno Tachibana looked back and saw that Kitahara Hakuba could only stand there, waiting for the drama to begin.

"What?" Kuno Tachibana bit his lip.

Kirishima Mai said, "You know perfectly well why I'm asking this."

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Hate."

Kuno Tachibana muttered something, took a deep breath, and was about to turn around to talk to Kitahara Hakuba when Kirishima Mai grabbed his arm.

“Please go up and invite him. There are so many people here. If you go up and call him, everyone will ask Kitahara-sensei to sit next to them.”

"Zhenyi

Kuno Tachibana stared at her in surprise.

"Hurry up, you're not the only one watching," Kirishima Mai reminded her.

Kuno Tachibana swallowed hard, got up from his chair, and walked over to Kitahara Hakuba.

"Is there no seat for Kitahara-sensei?"

“Please have a seat,” Kitahara Hakuba said.

"Shall we sit together? Zhenyi and I will squeeze in a bit more."

"no need."

Kuno Tachibana slightly pursed her lips, the gaze from behind her making her back ache:

"There are so many people watching, don't embarrass me. I don't want to be rejected a second time."

The first time she mentioned was what everyone thought was being rejected after confessing her feelings.

Kitahara Hakuba didn't want to appear too troubled, so he could only nod and walk down the stairs with her.

This time it was Kirishima Mai's turn to squeeze in, leaving the empty space for the two of them.

Kuno Tachibana sat down first, pretending to be calm, and patted the space less than 30 centimeters away from her. It was clear that they had squeezed so tightly that there was no gap left.

"Please sit down, Kitahara-sensei."

Thank you.

Kitahara Hakuba sat down, his shoulders and thighs inevitably touching Kuno Tachibana's, and he could clearly feel the girl's body temperature.

"Sorry, it's a bit crowded," he apologized softly.

"It's nothing." Kuno Tachibana's eyes were fixed on the still empty stage, his heart already pounding.

She smelled wonderful, not the milky scent of Saito Harukori, nor the herbal scent of Nagase Tsukiyo and Eri, but a fresh, lemony fragrance.

“Teacher Kitahara.” Kuno Tachibana reached his hand between the two of them, as if pulling on something.

"kindness?"

You're pressing down on my skirt.

Kitahara Hakuba hurriedly got up and saw Kuno Tachika's pleated skirt being pulled back, as well as her rosy ears.

"Feel sorry."

"A skirt is a girl's third life, Kitahara-sensei, you should be more careful," Kuno Tachibana complained.

Sit down again.

For her, the dress was her third life, but what was her second life? Kitahara Hakuba wondered.

The girl's thighs, through her pleated skirt, were pressed tightly against his, and the longer it lasted, the hotter they became.

Kitahara Hakuba subconsciously moved his legs to the side, and the outside of his thighs finally felt a little cooler.

However, the thighs are only in the most comfortable and relaxed state when they are slightly apart.

After a few minutes, my legs started to ache, so I stuck to Kuno Tachibana's thighs again.

Kitahara Hakuba chose to remain still, not because he liked the feeling, but because he felt that repeatedly posting would only make Tachibana misunderstand.

The place was noisy until the lights gradually dimmed, then it became as silent as the deep sea, and the girl next to me was breathing very lightly.

A man with white powder on his face, dressed in Meiji-era attire, came on stage, speaking in a Kyushu dialect.

Many of the Hokkaido students present didn't quite understand what he was saying; they just thought he was quite funny.

"Have you been disliking me these days?"

Suddenly, Kuno Tachibana's voice came from beside her. Unlike her usual cheerful and bubbly manner, her words sounded like those of a simple little girl.

Kitahara Hakuba looked at the man on the stage, his eyelids slightly lowered, and said:

"will not."

He said "no," not "no."

Kuno Tachibana once again experienced Kitahara-sensei's cunning; no wonder so many upperclassmen were rushing headlong into his heart.

This kind of comfort is something other guys can't provide.

Kitahara Hakuba didn't say anything when he felt the warm weight suddenly pressing down on his right side.

The pale-faced man on the stage was still speaking his Kyushu dialect, which was completely incomprehensible.

Chapter 365, Section 364. One isn't enough, what about two? What about the entire region? (6 combined into one)

As they walked out of the Reform Hall, a large group of students breathed a sigh of relief.

They made a bold conclusion: the One-Dimensional Museum is unnecessary for tourists; it's an educational museum, and unless you're very interested, going is a waste of time.

Fortunately, this study trip lasted four days and three nights, so there was plenty of time.

Because we arrived in Kagoshima quite late, and Sengan-en Garden closes at 5 p.m. in November.

After visiting the Reform Museum in the afternoon, the bus took the students back.

Along the road, the maple trees along the street grew very tall, and the honey-like sunlight was cut into fragments, like crumbs of bread used to feed pigeons, scattered on the asphalt road.

Upon arriving at the hotel, the students inexplicably rushed inside.

Kitahara Hakuba leisurely returned to his room and found that Kurosaki Yuichi was not there.

Looking out the window, restaurants and souvenir shops line both sides of the road, selling Satsuma Kiriko, a type of glass-cut craft.

Kitahara Hakuba stood by the window and noticed that some of the female students had already changed into their everyday clothes and were going out of the hotel with their friends to experience the scenery of Kagoshima.

At this time, the mobile phone rang.

Looking up, he saw that it was Kana Eto calling. Kitahara Hakuba raised an eyebrow; female students usually only texted him, it was indeed rare for them to call.

"Hey?"

"Teacher Kitahara, the instruments have arrived. Should we call everyone to join us?" Kana Eto's voice sounded very calm, though it was unclear whether she was being forced.

"kindness

Kitahara Hakuba, with one hand in his pocket, glanced at the students laughing and playing outside the window.

"No need. Sakurajima's photoshoot is the day after tomorrow. You and the other executives can get the instruments ready. The hotel has a side hall; although it's not a concert hall, we can still practice there. We'll start tomorrow night."

"it is good."

Having received the instructions, Kana Eto quickly hung up the phone.

Today is the first day, and some students are not very happy with Mr. Nakata's "post-viewing reflection" assignment.

If Kitahara Hakuba were to call the members of the brass band to practice right now, they might see him as no different from Nakata-sensei's "post-viewing reflection" assignment.

Let them play first.

Kitahara Hakuba walked downstairs, where a truck that had been transferred from the airport was parked at the back door of the hotel.

What intrigued him was that many members who played large wind instruments were there, and a small number of the girls had already taken off their uniforms and put on beautiful short skirts.

They blocked the back door passage, making progress difficult.

"Why are there so many people?" Kitahara Hakuba asked as he stepped forward.

"Perhaps because of the distance, everyone is worried about the instruments," Kana Eto said with a wry smile.

Kami Takahashi asked:

"Teacher Kitahara, is there such a thing as musical instruments being unsuitable for a particular environment?"

"Yes, but only inappropriate temperature and humidity are mentioned, especially for woodwind instruments, which are prone to problems, so they need more frequent maintenance than brass instruments."