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Kitahara Hakuba tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest and said:

"Self-reliance is the minimum weapon one must have in life. Even if it is temporarily put away due to changes in circumstances such as marriage or childbirth, it is okay. However, in order to pick it up again one day, it should be maintained and repaired at all times so that it can be used in battle when necessary. Whether one is single or married, whether one has the ability to be self-reliant or can fly to where one wants to go will make a world of difference in life. I believe that people still have to choose the lock that binds them."

His words resonated with what Nagase Tsukiyo had always longed for and struggled to obtain.

Sure enough, this boy understood her best. Being with him made her feel incredibly comfortable every moment, and even her bones felt soft and yielding.

For some reason, Nagase Tsukiyo unexpectedly felt uneasy.

Will you fly to a place far away from me?

She should be able to ask that question. If she does, Kitahara-sensei will definitely give her an answer, right?

But Nagase Tsukiyo wanted to wait until she grew up to find the answer herself.

Perhaps by then, Kitahara's perspective on himself will be completely different.

"As expected of a teacher!"

Aunt Nagase couldn't help but take a deep breath. She finally understood why her niece had been pestering her about how great the mentor was as soon as she got back. It was true.

Even though she was already in her thirties and married, she would still genuinely like such a handsome young man, let alone her niece who was in her adolescence.

"Auntie, this isn't the way home?" Nagase Tsukiyo looked out the window with some confusion as the car drove into a restaurant overlooking the bay.

"It would be impolite to suggest that Kitahara-sensei eat home-cooked meals, so we went to eat Italian food instead."

"The one we always went to?"

"Yes, after all, there aren't many good ones in Hakodate."

Italian food? It can't be Saizeriya, even though it's an Italian restaurant, Kitahara Hakuba thought.

However, Kitahara Hakuba really doesn't like going to those formal restaurants, and he's already starting to think about finding an excuse to leave.

Because he doesn't need to read other people's faces.

What is the Nagase family? To be honest, he doesn't think much of them at all.

Chapter 302, Section 301: A Real Young Woman is Always More Alluring Than a Fake One (4K)

The car stopped in front of a high-end Italian restaurant overlooking the bay.

It's advertised as a high-end restaurant, but perhaps because this is Hakodate, aside from the slightly nicer decor and the waiters in suits and jackets which felt a bit out of place, the people coming and going were all dressed quite casually.

Kitahara Hakuba was somewhat relieved to see this. Although he didn't care much about other people's opinions, he didn't want to be out of place if he could.

"Perhaps I'm not quite that carefree yet," Kitahara Hakuba thought to himself.

After getting out of the car, he stood at the entrance of the restaurant and glanced inside, immediately sensing the unique atmosphere.

It wouldn't be considered luxurious, but in Hakodate, it's already quite exceptional.

"Where is your aunt?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.

"The car is in the parking lot. Kitahara-sensei, please come in with me first." Nagase Tsukiyo was very familiar with the place and quickly exchanged information with the receptionist.

Kitahara Hakuba stood aside watching her. The girl's speech and smile were very refined, giving people the impression that she was a precious girl who was born to be in this environment.

He couldn't help but replace Nagase Tsukiyo with other girls in his mind, imagining what they would do at this moment.

If it were Yuka Isomoto, she would probably just stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

I can't help but think of the local specialties that Yu Xiang sent; they were really down-to-earth.

"Tsukiyo-chan, who is this?"

A woman at the front desk, with a single ponytail and looking to be about the same age as Kitahara Hakuba, smiled and said...

"Your lover?"

Her tone sounded casual, suggesting she had a good relationship with Nagase Tsukiyo.

"Ugh!"

Nagase Tsukiyo, who had been calm, suddenly felt her cheeks burning and hurriedly explained, "Dongdong-nee! What are you saying! She's my school teacher!"

The girl she called "Sister Dongdong" felt a little smug and quickly smiled apologetically, saying:

She said that, but she still didn't quite believe it.

Kitahara Hakuba nodded without any hesitation.

Next, Dongdong led Nagase Tsukiyo and the other girl to the private room, where Kitahara Hakuba's gaze fell on the girl's chest.

Of course, he wasn't that superficial; he wasn't looking at the chest, but rather at the employee badge on it.

"Is Miss Xu Chinese?"

"Huh? You too?" Xu Dongdong thought she had met someone from her hometown here, and a look of surprise flashed across her face for a moment.

Kitahara Hakuba waved his hand and said:

"No, I just know a little Chinese."

"Oh, I see." She shrugged.

"Teacher Kitahara can speak Chinese?" Nagase Tsukiyo looked at him in surprise.

"Yes, I learned it in my spare time."

Nagase Tsukiyo murmured softly, "Amazing."

Led by Xu Dongdong, they arrived at a private room. Seasonal flowers adorned the white tablecloth, and a vintage oil painting hung on the wall.

Above was a copper chandelier with an intricately carved lampshade, and warm yellow light shone through the openwork.

Deep red velvet curtains hung from the ceiling, almost reaching the floor.

A man and a woman sat under the lamplight. *White Horse Academy! ^No errors in content.*

The young woman's long hair was a deep black, and it didn't look like it was ironed but rather naturally curly. The strands fell lazily over her shoulders, carrying a touch of unintentional charm.

Her figure isn't particularly striking, but it possesses a restrained sexiness.

Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "The young woman is indeed a young woman, with a composure and elegance that comes from maturity. Saito Harukori is just a pretty face, she's far from it."

The other man had regular features and a somewhat thin build; he appeared to be a very amiable type.

Indeed, if it were Kitahara Hakuba, he would probably be just as thin.

However, Yao-jie's needs are not very strong right now; feeding her at least once a week is enough.

"Welcome, Kitahara-sensei."

The moment Kitahara Hakuba appeared, Nagase's parents stood up at the same time, showing no airs of superiority.

Kitahara Hakuba smiled at the two of them, bowed slightly, and said, "Thank you so much for your help."

"No, I've wanted to meet you for a long time."

Nagase's father smiled broadly, the wrinkles on his cheeks smoothing out, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes curving upwards like fans.

He looks quite kind.

“Moonlit night.” Nagase’s mother looked at her daughter standing to the side.

Chang Shuyue walked to a chair, reached out and pulled it back, saying:

"Teacher Kitahara, please have a seat here."

I felt a little uncomfortable at first, but after thinking about it carefully, I realized that I was also her teacher, so it didn't seem unreasonable.

"Thank you."

"will not."

After Nagase Tsukiyo finished speaking, he pulled out the chair next to him.

Only after seeing Kitahara Hakuba take his seat did Nagase's parents choose to sit down.

"The last time I saw Kitahara-sensei was during the school festival."

Nagase's mother smiled modestly, "I never expected that when we meet again, you would be such a sought-after advisor nationwide."

Kitahara Hakuba placed his hands on his thighs and said:

"I am not credited for achieving this result. I have a mutually beneficial relationship with the students in the brass band. Without them, I would not have achieved what I have today."

"Hey!"

However, Nagase's father waved his hand dismissively, a gesture that seemed completely out of place in the surroundings.

“Smart students are everywhere, but a capable advisor like you is rare. Let me be frank, Mr. Kitahara could achieve this kind of result at any school, while the Shin-Asahi Brass Band will just stay the same as before. Young man, don’t be too modest, be a little more arrogant.”

He was absolutely right, leaving Kitahara Hakuba with no point of rebuttal, because it was a massive, unshakeable truth.

Nagase's mother rested her chin on her hand, gazing at Kitahara Hakuba with gentle elegance, and said:

"Back then, Sosuke didn't support Tsukiyo continuing to play the trumpet, but thankfully Kitahara-sensei was there, otherwise Tsukiyo might hate us for the rest of her life when she thinks about this."

"It shouldn't be a lifetime commitment."

"of course."

Nagase's mother tilted her head slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, and said...

"I've been through my teenage years, and some unforgettable things always linger in my mind. Someday in the future, I'll think back on them with regret, and then I'll blame 'certain people' for all the responsibility and mistakes. For Tsukiyo, 'certain people' refers to me and Sosuke."

This Sosuke was her lover, Nagase's father.

Kitahara Hakuba looked at Nagase's mother with some surprise. The young woman seemed to be a very intelligent person, and her way of speaking sounded beautiful, but the words she uttered were very serious.

"Because it really wasn't working out at the time. Although I held a large stake in Shenxu, I didn't have much hope for the school's club activities. No one understood the quality of Shenxu's students better than me."

Chang Shu's father cupped his hands in a tower shape and said with a slight frown,

"As a father, I just hope that Yueye will spend her time on more valuable things, so that one day in the future she can look back and say, 'Thank you, Dad, for treating me like that, so that I could make the most of my time.'"

Upon hearing his words, and disregarding Kitahara Hakuba's presence, Nagase's mother couldn't help but roll her eyes. Her lips, still coated with lip balm, opened, and the words that escaped sounded like a complaint:

"This is pure self-pity. And why didn't they send her to study in Tokyo in the first place? Why did they leave her in Hakodate?"

“My child doesn’t want to go!” Nagase’s father spread his hands, his face showing a “what can I do?” expression.

Nagase Tsukiyo couldn't hold back any longer and spoke up:

"Seriously, can we stop talking about this?"