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Before she could even think, the words had already come out of Yuka Isomoto's mouth.
"Isomoto-kun, you really do love praising others as always," Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile.
“Ugh…” Yuka Isomoto groaned.
So, will you come and comfort me?
With this thought in mind, Yuka Isomoto nervously gripped her skirt with her fingers.
Kitahara Hakuba's gaze fell on the screen as he typed in the login password.
"I treated you to lobster last time, and you hadn't decided what to do yet. Now? Autumn is here, any new ideas in mind?"
Hiroka Isomoto felt a little disappointed, but he didn't say anything to comfort her.
"I'm not sure yet. I want to see the results of the next mock exam."
“Actually, I heard from other teachers in the office that many students still haven’t made a decision even though it’s already autumn. I think Ichigen should think about what kind of person he wants to become.”
Yuka Isomoto said something without thinking, which even startled herself:
"I want to become someone like Kitahara-sensei."
"Hmm?" Kitahara Hakuba turned his head, looking at her with some surprise.
Even he himself didn't know what kind of person he really was.
Yuka Isomoto's face flushed red, and her pale pink nails clenched as if she wanted to slice her skirt to shreds.
"I... want to become someone who can change the environment around me, someone who can change another person's situation."
Kitahara Hakuba remained silent for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on his lips:
"Teacher? Police officer? Congressman? Businessman?"
Yuka Isomoto spat out a mouthful of saliva, and said shyly, leaning forward:
"That... those guys after the police seem a bit difficult for me..."
"Um... a teacher?"
"Um, teacher? Am I okay?" Yuka Isomoto raised her eyebrows with some concern, peering at his expression.
Kitahara Hakuba raised his hand to rest his chin and pondered for a moment, then gave her a gentle smile and said, "Sure, I think if it's Isomoto-san, as long as you put your heart into it, you'll succeed at whatever you do, just like the euphonium."
Will I succeed at everything I do?
How could you possibly succeed at everything you do?
Yuka Isomoto knew perfectly well that these were words of comfort, but she was secretly overjoyed.
"If Kitahara-sensei could always stay by my side, I'm sure I could succeed at anything."
By the time she realized what was happening, the words were already out of her mouth.
Chapter 186, Section 185: I Want to Take a Roundabout Way to Go Home with You (4K)
Kitahara Hakuba didn't react at first, like a frozen person squatting by the crackling fire, and it took him a while to slowly come to his senses.
His fingertip rested on the J key, the outline of the small horizontal line protruding from it magnified infinitely in his mind.
Having used a laptop for so long, I don't think I've ever noticed that there's a small horizontal line on the "J".
After a moment of silence, Kitahara Hakuba grinned at her, revealing his teeth.
"Well, if I'm still teaching at Shenxu, you're welcome to come find me anytime. By then, I'll be considered an experienced teacher."
Yuka Isomoto's eyes flickered slightly as she inadvertently stared at the two people's feet, the differences becoming increasingly apparent.
It's so big.
She increasingly felt that she was like the constantly turning pocket watch on Kitahara Hakuba's wrist, completely unaware of her already taut spring.
Seeing that she was standing still, Kitahara Hakuba feigned concern and asked:
"Isomoto-kun, class should be starting soon. Is there anything else?"
"No, no." Yuka Isomoto smiled, raised her hand to brush a strand of hair, and said, "Then I'll be going now. Goodbye, Kitahara-sensei."
"See you."
Watching the girl's departing figure, Kitahara Hakuba only dared to take a deep breath after the door was closed.
He felt that he hadn't come to teach the wind instrument section, but rather that he had accidentally patted a "peach blossom fan," and the wind that blew out brushed against him, causing peach blossoms to bloom all over his body.
However, since things have come to this, we should continue teaching for now and then consider whether to stay and teach or resign and return to Tokyo after the national tournament.
?
There are no classes at school today.
After distributing the books and cleaning up under the guidance of the homeroom teacher, school was dismissed at 2 PM.
For the members of the brass band, being able to go home early from school was certainly a relief, but not being able to participate in club activities today was terrible.
The girls each had their own thoughts; the worst was not being able to touch the musical instruments, or not being able to meet that person.
Wow, so this is what it looks like when school lets out at 2 PM... ::
Kurosawa Maki put on her shoes at the shoe cabinet and looked at the Shin-Asahi students filing out one after another with emotion.
The last time I got out of school early was during exam week last semester, but that was more than two months ago.
Kuno Tachibana squatted down, put on his black loafers, and closed the shoe cabinet. The name "Kuno Tachibana" was written in very neat handwriting.
"Ksitigarbha is such a bad old man, he insisted on making me mop the floor, and my hands are all blistered," she complained in a low voice.
"That's because you're not mopping the floor correctly."
Mia Nagasawa walked over with a schoolbag slung over her shoulder, accompanied by Yu Goto. These two were practically inseparable.
"Where are we going later? To Zhenyi's shop to study?"
"Anything's fine with me," Kuno Tachibana said. "What kind of activities are you doing for your class's cultural festival?"
Mima Nagasawa said, "It's just an ordinary coffee shop."
Although they are members of the wind instrument club, they should still actively participate in class activities when the schedule allows.
"! We're a coffee shop too!" Kurosawa Maki exclaimed, her mouth agape in surprise. "What's the theme? Were we going to have the same theme?"
Maid Cafe.
"Hahaha—" Kuno Tachibana couldn't help but burst out laughing, "What era are we living in? Still playing the maid cafe game."
Misaki Nagasawa glanced at her with her eyes:
"And you? What's your theme?"
“Lycoris, Frilian, Kaguya-sama, oh right, Tachibana plays Frilian,” Maki Kurosawa said with a smile.
Goto Yu exclaimed in surprise, "Cosplay?"
"Ok!"
Nagasawa Miyabi enjoyed herself for a while, her gaze blatantly fixed on Kuno Tachibana's meager chest, a smug smile playing on her lips:
"At first glance, the characters you chose do seem quite well-matched."
Kuno Tachibana knew she was mocking his small breasts, so he raised a handsome eyebrow and said calmly:
"As long as I can learn to live independently, it doesn't matter what it is. I don't necessarily have to let my body shape determine my future."
"Who is the hero?" Goto Yu asked, seemingly quite knowledgeable about such matters.
"There are no heroes," Kurosawa Maki said happily, "because the heroes are dead!"
Kirishima Mai said with a smile, "Tachibana said that if she were to play Frilian, the prerequisite would be that there is no hero."
"That's true, I don't think any boy would dare to play the hero."
Miyako Nagasawa smiled meaningfully and said,
"Because Kuno Tachibana's standards are too high, no one will dare to provoke him."
Kuno Tachibana didn't deny that she had high standards, and said with a smirk:
"I think it's better to let Simmel live on in my heart."
"What's the schedule? When do you start?"
"The morning of the first day."
"It's our first morning too!"
"Now we'll be competitors at the cultural festival."
"Could we schedule our classes differently? It would be better for both of our classes."
Kuno Tachibana said dismissively:
"This kind of thing should be handled by the class's cultural festival committee member; it's not something we should be concerned with."
The group walked out of the school gate and arrived at Wulingguo Station.
Just then, a trolley traveling in the opposite direction pulled in.
Kuno Tachibana subconsciously looked at the flow of people rushing into the carriage and spotted a familiar figure boarding the carriage in the order of the queue.
It's Kitahara Hakuba.
A surge of warmth welled up in her young heart. She tightened her grip on the straps of her schoolbag and said to Nagasawa Miya and the others:
"I suddenly remembered I have some things to do. You guys go ahead, I'll be there in a bit."
"Hey! Where are you going?"
However, no matter how much the people behind him shouted, Kuno Tachibana walked into the carriage as if he were bewitched.
The carriage was crowded with tourists, making it difficult to even find a place to stand. The rustling of clothes could be heard all around, like a persistent, low cry.
Not seeing Kitahara Hakuma, the sunlight streaming in through the window shone on Kuno Tatsuka's face, as if slapping her in the face, complaining that she was too infatuated and got on the wrong train going in the opposite direction from home.
Kuno Tachibana apologized in a low voice as he squeezed his way in, and finally saw a man carrying a laptop bag.
He wore a light-colored coat, like a ghostly figure cast into the nearby dark "shade".
The moment she saw Kitahara Hakuma, her heart felt like it had been secretly bitten, followed by a strange itch.