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Kitahara Hakuba scratched his cheek sheepishly and said:
"Kurosaki-senpai, I studied music education, not medicine:"
"What I mean is, can you teach me a few PE classes? I need to go to the hospital to take care of things. PE classes aren't too busy."
Kurosaki Yuichi put his hands together and said,
"I'll transfer all my wages for the past few days to you. I'm too embarrassed to ask the other teachers for help, but I'll definitely help you next time if you need anything!"
Are you taking advantage of my youth?
Kitahara Hakuba forced a helpless smile, but these were all minor matters.
"alright."
Kurosaki Yuichi patted his shoulder lightly, almost hugging him: "The course schedule is in my drawer."
"Can't you just bring it to me?" Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile.
"Oh right, right right! I'll give it to you right now." Kurosaki Yuichi hurriedly ran back to his workstation, opened the drawer, and handed the course plan to Kitahara Hakuba.
Physical education classes at Shenxu High School typically consist of three sessions per week.
However, in the third year of high school, due to increased academic pressure, the number of classes was reduced to two per week.
"Then everything depends on you." Kurosawa Yuichi placed a pack of Seven Stars cigarettes from his pocket on his desk. "If you need more, just ask me."
Kitahara Hakuba doesn't actually smoke, but he left the staff office before he could return the money.
No sooner had Kurosaki left than the ferryman entered, and went straight to Kitahara Hakuba, saying:
"No, Mr. Kurosaki asked me to give it to the headmaster." Kitahara Hakuba handed over the Seven Stars cigarettes.
"That kid actually gave me this?"
The ferryman raised an eyebrow, smiled, and accepted the cigarette, saying...
"By the way, about the salary increase I mentioned to you before, I discussed it with them and we've decided to raise your salary by 25%."
"Thank you, director."
The ferry manager glanced around and whispered, "What's wrong? Why such a lukewarm reaction? Or do you think it's too little?"
"No, it's fine."
Kitahara Hakuba no longer cared about his salary; the girls in the brass band were his real sugar daddies.
If he really wants to make a lot of money in the future, he will naturally not stay at Shenxu High School. Instead, he will leave and find some low-ranking high schools to help the lower-ranked students move up.
It would be best to go back to my hometown in Tokyo, as this would not only make visiting relatives easier, but also allow me to earn a higher salary.
Even if I were to open a shop, I would never do so in this small place.
Haruka Shinomiya's music store is a lesson in itself; if it weren't for government orders, it probably would have gone out of business long ago.
But these are all thoughts aimed at making a lot of money. Kitahara Hakuba has now developed a teacher-student relationship with the girls in the brass band, and if he really chooses to leave, he will really be reluctant to part with them.
And when the time comes, I don't know how to bring it up with them.
No, it's too early to think about these things now; it only adds to our psychological burden. Everything should be decided after the conference.
"You scared me. Actually, it's already quite high, considering you've only been in the tutorial for a short time." Director Ferry breathed a sigh of relief.
Kitahara Hakuba really wanted to say, "I can teach for half a year and it's equivalent to ten years for others. Isn't that a reason for a big raise?"
But these are no longer important.
Chapter 214, Section 213: The Lament of the Wooden Pipes on the Track (4K)
Shenxu High School's sports field is considered large for a high school of its level. Because it's a private school, all the facilities are very new; even the lawn is a mix of real and artificial fiber, sprinkled with fine rubber chips. It's said that the cost of this lawn alone exceeds the salaries of all the teachers in the school.
Kitahara Hakuba changed into a black tracksuit, the one he wore during his university days. It fit him well, showing that his physique was almost the same back then.
The cool air is filled with the fresh scent of earth and grass, and occasionally a few birds chirp, clear and melodious.
Standing on the playground, the students who were going to have physical education class consciously put on their sportswear and gathered together on the playground, their noise cheerful and full of vitality.
This time, all three A and C classes came together, nearly seventy people in total, which is really not enough compared to the nearly one hundred people in the brass band.
He glanced at them briefly and found that almost all of the more "difficult" third-year girls were in these two classes.
Kitahara Hakuba walked forward with the list in his hand. Before he even got close, they recognized him and greeted him.
However, after looking around, they found him standing in front of everyone, speaking in a clear and melodious tone:
"Mr. Kurosaki has some things to attend to, so I, Kitahara Hakuba, will be teaching today's PE class."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's face beamed with happiness.
For them, whatever Kitahara Hakuba teaches them is fine, as long as they are with such a star teacher, they are happy to do anything.
"Where is the sports representative?"
Kitahara Hakuba stood upright and observed, and soon spotted the faces of Yukawa Sakurako, Nagase Tsukiyo, Saito Haruka, Kanzaki Eri, Amemori, and Isomoto Yuka.
If you didn't know better, you'd think the entire brass band was having a PE class.
"have--!"
"have!
A man and a woman raised their hands and shouted, and to Kitahara Hakuba's surprise, Amemori was also one of the sports committee members.
It's true that all the talented people in Shenxu have gathered in the brass section.
"Come on up," Kitahara Hakuba called out.
The two quickly jogged forward.
"Everyone is here?"
Rain Guard was the first to speak, saying, "Yes, everyone has arrived."
"They should all be here by now," said the boy with the buzz cut, scratching the back of his head.
"The word 'should' shouldn't appear." Yu Shou glared at him.
Her words made the boy inwardly curse her as a simp.
When Mr. Kurosaki was around, he wasn't forced to take attendance, but when Mr. Kitahara came, he was forced to take attendance, using him as a pledge of love.
They're not even in the same class! Why should we care about him?
I feel uncomfortable, but I still have to call them out.
"Thirty-four people in total! Everyone's here!"
Kitahara Hakuba nodded, tucked the list under his arm, clapped his hands, and said:
"Everyone, warm up first by running 800 meters around the track."
In fact, Kitahara Hakuba had no idea what to do in physical education class. Kurosaki-sensei's lesson plan only stated "Let them run 800 meters" and "This free activity period is also fine."
The physical fitness tests were completed a few weeks ago, and the list contains each student's scores for various events, such as the kilometer run.
Let's just run 800 meters and finish quickly.
The 800-meter race is not a problem for them, since there is no time limit and they are usually free to do whatever they want after finishing the race.
Mr. Kurosaki never pulls students who haven't finished running; there are plenty of students who give up halfway through the race.
Looking around again, Kitahara Hakuba saw so many familiar faces that he couldn't help but let his thoughts begin to surface.
It must be implemented immediately!
"Members of the wind instrument section must run 800 meters within four minutes. If they exceed the time limit, they will have to run an extra lap."
"Tan Yi Yi!!!!" The exclamations of some girls echoed across the playground.
The students, who had initially envied the brass band for having such a handsome teacher, suddenly began to gloat.
Sakurako's leg muscles trembled slightly as she quickly said:
"Please wait a moment, Mr. Kitahara. Running it in four minutes is too rushed. Besides, look, Yuka has been running here since 6 a.m. How can we let her run 800 meters in four minutes?"
She seemed to be half thinking of Yuka Isomoto, and the other half entirely for herself.
Because, compared to the brass players, she, who plays the woodwind, doesn't have a very high requirement for lung capacity. She simply can't run 800 meters in four minutes; it would take her at least four minutes and twenty seconds.
Kitahara Hakuba rested his hand on his chin and said:
"I'm sorry, I hadn't considered that."
Yuka Isomoto raised her hands to her chest and waved them repeatedly, saying:
"It's okay, it's okay! I can run!"
"Alright then, except for Isomoto-kun, you don't need to run extra distances. All the other members of the brass band, do your best," Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile.
"Yi-yi—!"
Unlike the other girls' sorrowful expressions, Yuka Isomoto's face and neck flushed bright red, receiving special "pampering" from her teacher, Kitahara.
The feeling was very unusual; my heart was pounding.
"Alright, alright, ready one!"
"run."
As Kitahara Hakuba finished speaking, more than seventy people began to run along the track.
Yuka Isomoto ran lightly, her steps steady and rhythmic.
"Teacher Kitahara, huff huff. I care about you a lot." At that moment, a girl's charming panting came from beside him.
She glanced to the side and saw that Saito Haruka had caught up. Her body was flexible and full of energy, and her arms swung naturally with her steps.
Yuka Isomoto watched the sneakers that were being worn out step by step, but didn't reply to her words.
This feeling of liking him was too private for her to share with anyone, let alone Saito Haruka.
To solidify her resolve, Yuka Isomoto disregarded the consequences of it affecting her breathing and increased her running speed, leaving Haruka Saito behind.
Saito Harutori tried to catch up, but no matter what she did, she couldn't catch up; their physical strength was simply not on the same level.