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Kitahara Hakuba remained silent, tilting his head back and bringing his lips close to the bottle's opening. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down with each swallow.
Not a single drop of water escaped from her lips.
He had no reason not to drink it, since he most likely paid for it himself.
"Hmph," he pursed his lips and said, "Do you still have enough money?"
“Yes, that’s enough.” Saito Harutori said, gently pinching her left index finger with her right hand. “There’s one more thing I want to ask you first.” “Go ahead.”
"Are you going to Tokyo to attend a teachers' conference afterward?"
“Yes.” Kitahara Hakuba nodded in acknowledgment. Saito Harutori spat out a mouthful of saliva, her feet lightly brought together, her fingertips touching slightly, as if afraid of disturbing the surrounding air, and whispered:
"The Tokyo University of Music's open day is also around those days, right?"
"You want me to take you there?" Kitahara Hakuba immediately understood her thoughts.
"no?""
Kitahara Hakuba raised an eyebrow. Her expression didn't seem to indicate that Nagase Tsukiyo and Kanzaki Eri were also going.
"You're late." He raised his wrist to check his watch; the gym class was almost over.
"why?"
Saito Harutori initially felt a sense of satisfaction, but then, as if realizing something, her eyes narrowed slightly, revealing her displeasure.
"Has the moon come to see you?"
“Yes.” Kitahara Hakuba said calmly, “I also invited Kanzaki-san. This is a good opportunity for her to grow.”
Can you guess which of the "three sisters" wasn't invited?
Saito Haruka clutched her wrist tightly with her right hand, a dark fire burning within her, intense yet oppressive, making her chest feel tight.
"Why didn't you come and call me? Didn't you want me to take the Tokyo exam?" she asked, biting her lower lip.
Kitahara Hakuba told her the truth:
"Because the three of you don't get along very well, going together might not get a good response."
Every word he spoke was like a sharp thorn, piercing her heart. Her thoughts, like fallen leaves swept up by a storm, flew about in disarray.
Since the two of them arrived first, I didn't want to take her with me.
Saito Haruka's fingernails dug deep into her flesh, leaving crescent-shaped marks on the skin of her wrist.
"What if I wanted to go?"
Kitahara Hakuba turned to look at her; the girl's shoulders slumped naturally, revealing an unintentional composure.
Just like back in the brass band, he exudes an inexplicable confidence.
"As a teacher, I have no objection. You should go and ask those two."
Kitahara Hakuba stood up, held the Pocari Sweat in his hand, and said calmly,
"If they don't want to, I still think you can go with your friends to experience it. After all, Hokkaido is quite far from Tokyo, and open days are not held every week."
Upon hearing his words, Saito Harutori's voice was like molten lava surging beneath the ice, threatening to shatter the surface calm at any moment:
"I don't have any real friends, I only have you, Kitahara-sensei, and I only want to go with you."
Kitahara Hakuba turned his gaze to the tennis court; Amemori and the others had already left.
"There are three minutes left in get out of class. Go back and prepare for the next class."
Chapter 216, Section 215: In that case, I will end it myself (4K)
The last period in the afternoon was music class for the second-year high school students.
As soon as get out of class ended, Kitahara Hakuba packed up his instruments. The instruments in the music room used for the lessons were of poor quality and needed to be maintained before they could be locked in the cabinet.
This week is the cultural festival, and the club building is always filled with a unique energy and enthusiasm; you can even smell the fresh paint and the aroma of food mixed together.
Kitahara Hakuba walked into the club building. The club display boards were covered with posters, and there weren't enough to display them all. There were also many posters on the walls.
Going up, you arrive at the fifth-floor orchestra section. The corridor and downstairs are clean and tidy. At the entrance of the first music classroom, neatly arranged white indoor shoes are displayed.
The only difference is that the indoor shoes for each grade level have a colored horizontal stripe on the heel, just like the sportswear.
Used to distinguish grades.
As soon as the door to the first music classroom was opened, Kawa Sakura's clear voice flowed into my ears:
"After review by the Cultural Festival Executive Committee, our wind band will perform in the auditorium from 10:00 AM to 10:30 AM on Thursday. We will distribute internal free admission tickets to everyone."
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Before she could finish speaking, all the members looked behind them.
Since there were no chairs, the percussion members stood on either side of the door, watching Kitahara Hakuba, whose door was stuck halfway and could not be pushed open any further.
"Sorry, am I too early?" He simply braced his left arm against the door frame, making a gesture as if he was about to leave.
This door definitely needs to be replaced!
Sakurako Yukawa clasped her hands in front of her, shook her head, and said:
"No, the departmental meetings are almost over."
Kitahara Hakuba smiled slightly and stepped forward. The girls' eyes almost instinctively focused on him until he reached the command platform.
"Teacher Kitahara, these are the tickets for the brass band!" Sayaka Akamatsu, sitting in the front row, handed out a ticket.
“So I need a ticket too,” Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile.
"No, these are free tickets for our internal use," Yukawa Sakurako quickly explained. "Is it something like an 'employee channel'?"
The tickets appeared to be custom-made by an outside shop. The picture was a group photo taken in front of the venue during the All-Do Tournament. Kitahara Hakuba subconsciously glanced into the shop window at the framed group photo of the entire tournament, with a few words written in calligraphy below:
The entire tournament, the names of the participating schools, the repertoire, and the conducting advisor.
Kitahara Hakuba forced a gentle smile onto his face, appearing exceptionally friendly.
"The number of performers at this cultural festival is very large. Because we have entered the national competition, there may be more audiences from outside the school than expected. But I believe that everyone can make the performance more meaningful."
Just then, a small, mocking laugh suddenly rang out from below the stage:
“What he just taught us was that a mob is a crowd of people with no results.”
However, this remark didn't make the atmosphere tense; the members began to laugh intermittently.
This is true. If it were before, Kitahara Hakuba would never have said, "I believe everyone's performance will have more depth."
Because he severed his cowardly past, he can now joke about it.
Seeing the girls cover their mouths and laugh, Kitahara Hakuma said seriously:
"If you keep making me stay the way Kuno-kun described, I really can't take it."
"So, Kitahara-sensei, you actually want to spoil us forever?" Akamatsu Sayaka winked at him and asked without any embarrassment.
As soon as she said those words, the girls in the brass band couldn't help but take a deep breath and look at his handsome face with anticipation.
Kitahara Hakuba rested his hands on the command platform, smiling as he said:
"As for whether I think like Minister Akamatsu, that's for you all to judge."
Although they didn't get a clear answer from him, each girl seemed to have her own answer in her heart, her cheeks flushing slightly with excitement.
"So:
Just as Kitahara Hakuba was about to continue practicing the ensemble, Yukawa Sakurako raised her hand and said:
"Teacher Kitahara, could you please listen to us play a piece from the cultural festival ensemble? Fifteen minutes will be fine. If there are any major problems, we hope you can correct them right now."
The other members who weren't in the A-level group all tensed up; if Kitahara Hakuba refused, they would have to leave right now.
The main reason is that Mr. Kitahara now devotes all his free time to the saxophone section, and so far there has not been a single ensemble performance for the cultural festival; they have all been practicing in private.
He seemed very confident, but for the club members, not having performed a single ensemble piece so close to the cultural festival was simply terrifying.
"of course can."
Kitahara Hakuba answered without hesitation, stepping down from the command platform and saying with his fingers interlaced, "Thank you for your trouble, Amemori-kun."
"Yes!"
Yu Shou stood up straight and placed the trumpet on the chair.
The girl was so fast that Kuno Tachibana, who was standing next to her, felt a faint fragrance brush against her hair.
Yu Shou walked steadily forward, the ribbons of her skirt outlining the girl's slender waistline. Standing on the command platform, her legs, encased in black calf stockings, were straight and well-proportioned.
As soon as she raised her hand, a member couldn't help but whisper under their breath, "No way!"
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"What's going on? They were using a baton just a few days ago."
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The reason for all of this is that Rain Guardian has now started batonless command.
She used to use a baton, but suddenly changed it. The club members knew this perfectly well; the tall girl was following Kitahara-sensei's habit.
“Kanzaki-kun, bb., Ka-ka. Novel.net/, follow the latest chapters,” Rain Guardian said softly.
Eri Kanzaki raised her oboe, put the reed in her mouth, and blew a long babb.
Soon, all the instruments tuned themselves, and the disharmony gradually disappeared until the overtone of f was heard.
"Okay, stop. Now let's start playing the first piece together, one, two, one, two, three, four."
As she waved her wrist, a clear and bright clarinet played a solo, and Kawai Sakura's gaze would occasionally shift back and forth between the sheet music and Ame-no-Kami's conducting.
In Kitahara Hakuba's mind, there is no piece of music more suitable for opening an event than a clarinet solo of aveujika's "iprisonedxll".
After a few bars, the main melody of the remaining woodwinds is added, with only the bass line of the wind instrument supporting it from below, giving the woodwinds a unique and gentle tone.
In particular, the oboe's tone has a rather wet and humid quality, a tone that Eri Kanzaki had never had before.
As the chorus reaches its climax, the drums begin to beat, the brass melody is added, and the wind instruments create a magnificent and extraordinary impression.