I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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As for why she didn't mention herself, it's because she didn't have the courage to say her own name.

"friend?"

Saito Harutori glanced at the cracks in the wooden floor, ran her fingers through her hair, and said with a slight smile,

"That was of course a lie. It was a lie I told because I wanted to be friends with Tsukiyo and Eri."

"A lie...a lie?"

Yuka Isomoto's breathing slowed slightly because Saito's tone was very calm, without a trace of extra emotion, simply stating a fact in a serene and understated manner.

A troubled, wry smile appeared on Saito Harutori's face:

"I am gentle and obedient to Tsukiyo because I can use her, but for me personally, she and Eri are not very important."

"Are you serious about that?"

Yuka Isomoto's clear eyes reflected the gentle smile of the bird, and she said incredulously,

"You were in so much pain and distress before... and you said those things to me..."

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Saito Haruki's frankness did not make her feel comfortable; the heat spreading in her palm was even hotter than the weather.

"So all that effort you put into getting Yueye Huibu before... was it all a lie?"

Saito Harukori wore an indifferent expression:

"Yes."

How could this be?

"But Yuka, I don't want to lie to you anymore. You can choose to believe me or not. That's who I am." Yuka unconsciously exhaled deeply, feeling her lungs filled with unpleasant, suffocating air.

"But Tsukiyo and Eri...::"

A warm breeze blew in from the window, stirring the air and caressing Saito Haruka's charming face:

"Tsukiyo, all she needs is the National Gold Medal, right? Eri, all she needs is Kitahara-sensei, right? The three of us are the same."

Yuka Isomoto's brain spun around in mid-air. She unconsciously touched her cheek, and the temperature she felt in her palm startled her.

When I placed my other hand on the body of the tukulele, I felt an instant, icy coolness, which then quickly turned warm.

What does it mean that Eri only needs Kitahara-sensei?

With a "clatter," the sound of a thigh pushing against a chair came from the floor; Saito Haruka had stood up.

"By the way, I'll tutor you. I'm free at noon anyway."

She smiled and said that her innocent look made it seem as if the previous conversation was all just a figment of Yuka Isomoto's imagination.

Meeting Saito Haruka's eyes, Isomoto Yuka nodded after a moment of silence.

"it is good."

"Did you still not do well on the math test?"

"Ah."

If they want to go back to the way things were, they must tacitly bury their past unpleasantness deep in their hearts.

Not a word was mentioned, not a single word was spoken, letting it fester and rot in the riverbed of time.

At the very least, we must maintain a facade of non-conflict during Kitahara-sensei's tenure.

To win gold for him.

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"So what are you going to do now? Are you just going to give it up?"

The indoor shoes made a sharp sound as they rubbed against the floor due to inertia. The weather was a bit humid today, and even the wooden handrail of the stairs was a little damp.

"Sigh, what's there to give up? If I were really as strong as you, I definitely wouldn't want to give up either," Kurosawa Maki sighed.

The first-year students in the brass band walked up the stairs, their skirts swaying gently with the movement of their thighs.

If you're going up stairs during your school days, you should definitely be careful of what's behind you to avoid accidentally exposing yourself.

But it's still a holiday, and it's mostly girls around; there are hardly any boys, so they don't really care.

“Indeed, the gap between you and Saito-senpai isn’t as small as that between Tachibana and Nagase-senpai, where you can barely be compared,” Nagasawa Miya said.

After hearing this, Kurosawa Maki looked utterly miserable and said:

"Miya...: ...It's best to avoid saying hurtful things~~!"

"Is it possible to surpass Saito-senpai within ten days?" Goto Yu asked curiously.

Kirishima Mai slowly raised her soft eyelashes, her beautifully shaped breasts encased in a thin uniform, and said expressionlessly:

"If Kurosawa-kun is going to Kitahara-sensei for training, I think there might be a chance."

But this idea was quickly rejected by Kuno Tachibana, who pouted slightly and said somewhat unhappily:

"But Kitahara-sensei can't belong to just one person. I heard that Isogen-senpai now only sees Kitahara-sensei once a week, so I can only make an excuse to see him once a night."

And even when she went to see him in person, Mr. Kitahara wouldn't budge! He even said righteously, "Kuno-kun, you've made great progress in the assigned pieces and free pieces. You can digest them completely on your own. You should give your time to other members who need it more."

Honestly! What's going on in this man's mind?! Doesn't he understand why I want to be alone with him?!

On one hand, it's about getting other members to accept Kitahara-sensei's guidance; on the other hand, it's about hoping Kitahara-sensei can get some more rest.

"Forget it, I'll wait until next year." Kurosawa Maki realized the reality.

Kuno Tachibana tilted his head and asked:

"Wait until next year? Won't you be unwilling to accept that?"

The girls' footsteps echoed in the narrow stairwell, their pleated skirts ruffling with the movement of their ample thighs. "Although I'm a little unwilling, but—"

Kurosawa Maki raised her hand and scratched her cute cheek, saying...

"I think Saito-senpai should compete instead of me. Kitahara-sensei also said that it's best to take actions that are beneficial to the club, since we are all a team and our goal is the national gold medal."

A light shone in Goto Yu's eyes:

"Ma Gui was upright and righteous."

"Hehe...that's how I am..."

Since there was no other way, they could only stand up for what was right.

Chapter 184, Section 183: The Wind Ensemble: Have I Been Possessed? (4K)

"Where's Mai?" Goto asked.

When suddenly asked, Kirishima Mai answered with surprise:

"what happened?"

"I think I'll be able to perform the oboe solo this time?"

The sunlight cast shadows that stretched out from the girls' feet, following closely behind.

After a long while, Kirishima Maya's throat, which was exposed from her collar, trembled slightly as she said:

"I don't know. Learning from my mistake of making boastful claims last time, I think we'll have to see how things go from here on out."

The lesson of boasting...

Kuno Tachibana knew that Kirishima Mai was referring to the words "I can win" that she had told him back then.

In the end, she still lost to Eri Kanzaki.

There were suspicions that Kirishima Mai deliberately lost, because she herself didn't have much desire for this kind of competition, and the reason she said that was entirely to take care of her own feelings.

Upon arriving at Class 1-A, several students joined the tables together to form a rectangular dining table.

Soon, various boxed meals appeared on the table.

The other people's plates were all square and neat, but Kuno Tachibana's lunchbox looked extremely cute, with even the rice balls shaped like cat heads.

Is Tachibana's bento box cute?

"I usually call this 'Mother's Love Lunch Box'."

"Can I have one?"

"Sure, but you'll have to exchange it for the ingredients from your lunchbox."

The five people started exchanging ingredients from their lunchboxes.

At their age, the most painful and difficult thing is eating their own food, because it always seems that other people's food is always the best.

"Speaking of which, I've always seen Kanzaki-senpai playing the oboe, even though he used to be busy with flowers and plants and visiting various clubs like a ghost," said Kurosawa Maki.

Misaki Nagasawa raised an eyebrow, took a sip of her lemonade, and said:

"What kind of analogy is that...?"

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“I think Kanzaki-senpai is very cute, she must be like a doll,” Goto Yu said.

"In short, she gives the impression that she's starting to get serious."

"They're already at the national conference; it would be abnormal not to take it seriously."

Kuno Tachibana tried putting the green pepper in her mouth and chewing it, but she couldn't stand it for long. She frowned and said, "Waaah—, Miya, open your mouth! There's something good to eat."

"Are you crazy? You can't eat it, so you have to." Nagasawa Miya made a disgusted face and quickly pulled out a few pieces of paper and handed them to her.

Kuno Tachibana spat the green pepper, which he had chewed a few times, along with its silvery-white, transparent threads, onto a tissue.

"I'm sorry, Mayu, but this food is really awful!"

"Yeah....

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Kirishima Mai glanced down at the green peppers in the lunchbox, as if to prove that they were delicious, and picked up a piece and put it in her mouth.

You are delicious.

"Ma Gui, be careful not to get fat if you eat so much. You've already eaten four rice balls, haven't you?" Nagasawa Miya said.