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Standing in the middle is "Yukawa Sakurako". She glanced at the members on her left and right, a faint smile appeared on her face, and she put her hands together and looked at the camera, saying:
"I am the club president, Yukawa Sakurako. Reporting to Kitahara-sensei, all ninety-six members of the brass band are present!"
"Be serious! This is a documentary that we worked so hard to make!"
The surrounding team members all smiled and looked at the camera in different poses.
Unlike the bustling First Music Classroom shown on screen, the actual First Music Classroom was inexplicably extremely quiet, with everyone staring at the screen and not making a sound.
Some members chose to peek at Kitahara Hakuba's face and found that his gaze was fixed on the screen, his expression focused and gentle.
"Yukawa Sakurako" raised her voice and shouted:
"Because I was worried that if we didn't win gold at the national championships, the feeling of filming might be different, I chose to film before the championships."
We hope that Kitahara-sensei won't blame us.
"To complain would be going too far!"
"Quiet down."
"Yukawa Sakurako" took a deep breath, smiled at the camera, and said:
"Teacher Kitahara—"
All the members shouted in unison:
"thank you--!"
The moment the words left his mouth, several firework explosions suddenly rang out in the first music classroom, accompanied by a slight whooshing sound.
Kitahara Hakuba was startled.
Fireworks exploded in the air, and at the same time, the curtains were opened by the staff. Colorful confetti and sequins rained down on Kitahara Hakuba's head and shoulders.
"Whoa whoa whoa—!!!!!"
Seeing Kitahara Hakuma's once handsome face now filled with flaws they had never seen before, the club members began to clap and cheer joyfully.
Once he came to his senses, Kitahara Hakuba raised his hand and gently brushed away the glitter and sparkles stuck to his hair and clothes.
Facing his students at that moment, he couldn't think of anything to say; it felt as if an invisible wad of cotton was tightly stuffed in his throat.
Even breathing became somewhat difficult.
At that moment, the sliding door of the first music classroom opened, and several boys, including Matsuoka Osamu, pushed in a small cart.
Above is a huge custom-made cake.
The surface is covered with a layer of delicate cream, and it is garnished with various fresh fruits and vegetables.
The white chocolate has the names of all the club members written on it, with a large chocolate in the center that says "Kitahara Hakuba" and surrounded by small models of various musical instruments.
"Can we finish this?"
"There are more than ninety of us, and we might not even have enough to eat."
"Don't eat my name."
The members excitedly gathered around, searching for their names on the cake.
"Teacher Kitahara, with Sakurako Kawakita stepping forward, took a fruit knife from the small cabinet in the cart, clasped her hands together, and said with a smile, '...'"
"Thank you very much for your contribution. Please take the knife."
After she finished speaking, she pointed the hilt of her sword at Kitahara Hakuba.
Kitahara Hakuba took a deep breath, the slightly sweet scent lingering around his nose, and an indescribable sense of pride and satisfaction welled up within him.
A relieved smile appeared on his face.
He took the knife handle, and suddenly felt an itch on his neck. He realized that it was Saito Haruka standing behind him. He couldn't tell if the scent was from the cake or from her.
She picked up a sequin with her fingers, smiled gently, and said:
"There's more."
Kitahara Hakuba nodded, looking at the large cake in front of him, unsure of where to begin.
"Could it be that Kitahara-sensei isn't very good at cutting cakes?" Hiyokawa Sakurako tilted her head in confusion.
"Did they find out?" Kitahara Hakuba said with an awkward laugh. "I really don't have the confidence to cut such a big cake properly."
"I'll do it!"
Sayaka Akamatsu raised her arm high and squeezed her way up to say...
"I'm really good at cutting cakes!"
"Thank you for your trouble." Kitahara Hakuba handed her the sword.
Sayaka Akamatsu's knife tip pointed towards the name "Kitahara Hakuba," then suddenly raised an eyebrow and said with a grin:
"I'm planning to cut Kitahara-sensei's huge cake first~~?"
Sakurako Yukawa raised her hand to cover her face. As long as she followed Sayaka Akamatsu, she could never remain innocent forever.
She's had a bad experience before, but now she's learned her lesson and immediately understands what it means.
"Sayaka, can you at least consider the context when you say that?"
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"I eat."
"Woolen cloth?"
Sakurako turned her head and found that the person speaking was Eri Kanzaki.
With so many people around, when did she manage to squeeze in?
Akamatsu Sayaka held the knife to her cheek, posing dramatically, and said in a low voice:
"Hmm?" Eri Kanzaki just tilted her head.
Akamatsu Sayaka understood her thoughts in an instant, and could only force a laugh and say:
"Oh dear, 'Teacher Kitahara' is too big. Eri, you can't eat it all by yourself. It's not good to waste food, you know. You should learn to share."
Okay: Here you go! Just the two characters "百马" will do.
It refers to the fact that the cake with his name on it was too big.
As soon as she finished speaking, she started cutting without waiting for any objections from Eri Kanzaki.
Kitahara Hakuba no longer has "Hakuba" on his plate; instead, "Hakuba" is on Eri's small plate. Kanzaki Eri looks at the name on the plate and then points to "Oboe" on the big cake.
"Oh, I forgot about that. I hope everyone is okay with that?" Sayaka Akamatsu asked, looking around.
No one objected; the oboe should indeed be given to Huili.
Sayaka Akamatsu naturally placed the "Oboe" chocolate on Eri's paper plate.
"Next up is 'Kitahara,' anyone want some? If not, I'll eat it myself!"
The girls immediately became excited.
You could clearly hear some girls gritting their teeth and screaming urgently—
"Senior Rain Guardian!"
"Senior Isomoto!"
"Senior Haruno!"
"Charge, Tachibana! Don't embarrass us!"
"Chana!"
"This is terrifying, don't drag me into this!"
Kitahara Hakuba looked at these JK girls and felt both gratified and amused.
Can't he eat his own name? Then whose name should he eat next?
Chapter 316, Section 315: If We're Going to Eat, We'll Eat the Cake of the Future (4K)
For first and second-year students, there's nothing to regret, since from their perspective, Kitahara-sensei can spend a few more years with them. (Free reading available)
Therefore, from a "fair" perspective, this opportunity should be given to the three-year senior students.
The problem is, there are just too many senior female students, and it takes a lot of courage to choose one to eat with.
On the other hand, Kanzaki-senpai was already sitting to the side eating cake. It seems that the first person to take the initiative was actually the most relaxed.
"Amemori-senpai! If you don't speak now, you'll miss your chance!" Mizuno Kaze said excitedly beside Amemori.
Although Amemori is very serious during practice, she has quite a few female admirers in the brass band, who often say, "Amemori is a very cool girl."
The surrounding noises rose and fell, and Yu Shou's eyes darted around, occasionally glancing up at Kitahara Hakuma before quickly looking down again, his eyelashes trembling like a startled butterfly.
"Yuka, don't you want to?" Unlike their lively chatter, Saito Haruka glanced at Isogen Yuka, who was standing to the side.
Although she didn't say a word, her eyes reflected the unspeakable longing deep in her heart, and no one mentioned her name.
Yuka Isomoto's fingertips were slightly white; her inner tension and melancholy were always concealed by a thin layer of shyness.
"It's okay. It's not like every piece of cake is necessarily better. I think they're all the same."
Saito Haruka raised her hand to touch her cheek and chuckled softly in a voice only she could hear:
"Yeah, actually this kind of thing is completely meaningless." "Hmm:"
Yuka Isomoto didn't quite understand what she meant. Harutori also liked Kitahara-sensei, but she didn't seem to show any interest in it.
That captivating face showed not a trace of admiration or jealousy, to the point that Yuka Isomoto doubted that everything Harutori had said before was a lie.
Saito Harutori's gaze swept across her face, noticing Yuka's confusion, and she reached out and gently slipped her hand into Yuka's palm, saying:
"It's pointless, Yu Xiang, to fight over cakes with names on them now. What we want are cakes with names that we can have as many as we want in the future, right?"
Yuka Isomoto felt her delicate and soft hand, and even just holding it, she could feel the strong and rhythmic heartbeat beneath her full breasts.
"If I can't eat more cake in the future, the cakes I have now are just garbage, so I don't care what they taste like. I just want to eat them with Yuka later."
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