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As the instructor and advisor of the brass band, he knew the measurements and weight of all the girls in the band.
It wasn't that he went to peek; rather, after Kawai Sakura had compiled the data last time, she needed to hand over the form to him, and he was responsible for submitting it.
He was looking openly and honestly, and he had a duty to inspect.
Yu Shou is 1.7 meters tall and weighs only 96 kilograms. She also has a good figure, with a curvy figure.
Losing more weight would actually make her less attractive; she might even lose the good parts.
“You already have a great figure, so eat what you want. Look at Kuno-senpai, she’s seriously licking her popsicle,” Akamatsu Sayaka said.
The group looked over and saw that Kuno Tachibana was with Nagasawa Miya and others, holding an ice pop in his hand and occasionally sticking out his little tongue to lick it.
Noticing the gazes of Kitahara Hakuma and the others, her face flushed, and she squinted her eyes and took a bite. The result was that the coldness made her brain throb, and she spat it out into her palm.
"Ugh, that's disgusting!" Nagasawa Miya said.
Kuno Tachibana, his face tense, leaned out of the window, made sure no one was below, and threw the popsicle he had vomited out down.
"Isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Goto Yu said.
However, Tachibana Kuno dismissed this, saying:
"It's just an ice pop, it'll melt soon."
After she finished speaking, she glanced at Kitahara Hakuba again and found that he had already looked away, and that Amemori had somehow acquired an ice cream in his hand.
"What kind of food does Kitahara-sensei like?" Amemori asked, mustering her courage.
Kitahara Hakuba looked at her with a smile on his lips and said:
"I'm not picky about taste. A regular popsicle is fine with me. It's not very nutritious, just sweet."
"Actually, I like popsicles too!" Yu Shou said, his face flushed, as if pledging allegiance.
Akamatsu Sayaka, with a wooden spoon in her mouth, raised her arms and made a big "X":
"That kind of ice cream is awful! Kitahara-sensei, you need to experience the wonder of ice cream more often. I'll treat you to some tomorrow! Especially that fruit ice cream soda! It's so delicious!"
"Thank you."
Seeing that Kitahara Hakuba had actually accepted it, the sticky, sweet taste lingering in Amemori's throat made her feel a little dizzy.
"Then, I'll treat you the day after tomorrow."
...Thanks."
Nagase Tsukiyo and Kanzaki Eri stayed to the side, watching Kitahara Hakuba who was surrounded by girls.
What puzzled her was that seeing how popular Kitahara-sensei was, she felt somewhat depressed, which made no sense at all.
“Teacher Kitahara is very popular in the brass band club,” said Tsukiyo Nagase.
Eri Kanzaki stared intently at him until the melted ice cream dripped between her fingers, at which point she snapped out of it.
Seeing this, Nagase Tsukiyo took out his handkerchief and wiped her clean.
"Eat it quickly, it doesn't taste good when it's melted."
"Ah."
Fifteen minutes passed quickly, and the wind band practice resumed.
Ten practice sessions, plus a two-minute break in the middle of the piece, would take almost three hours to complete.
Time flies like an arrow; the sun paints the sea like wine being washed away, turning the whole world red, exceptionally enchanting.
After practice, Kitahara Hakuba packed his things and left Shin-Asahi High School amidst the farewells of the girls.
After taking the tram, I walked a short distance back to my rented room.
A girl with long brown hair sat on the steps in front of her house.
Her slender waist, full breasts, fair legs peeking out from under her dress, and that inexplicably sorrowful face always made passersby unable to resist taking a peek.
Kitahara Hakuba is now somewhat afraid of Saito Haruka. He desperately hopes that the girl is just sick and has not actually developed some inexplicable feelings for him.
As soon as she saw him return, Saito Haruka stood up. Her usually indifferent face forced a smile as she gazed at him eagerly. A large green onion, a vegetable she had bought from the supermarket, suddenly peeked out from her shopping bag, adding a touch of wifely charm to her.
Kitahara Hakuba:
Is it too late for him to go back to the music store in Shinomiya?
Chapter 139, Section 138: What I said before wasn't a lie (4K)
Saito Haruka held the hair tie on her wrist in her mouth and deftly tied her hair into a ponytail with both hands.
She then took out a neatly folded apron from her bag and put it on. The apron was decorated with small yellow flowers, and the hem was as light and airy as her dress.
Kitahara Hakuba watched the girl fiddling around in the kitchen from the living room, and thought to himself that he had finally let her in.
"W-How is it?" Saito Harutori asked, one hand behind her back and the other rubbing the hair on the side of her face.
Kitahara Hakuba was like a child who had just entered kindergarten, and for a moment he didn't realize what she was asking.
“I’m fairly confident in my figure and taste,” Saito Haruka said, her face flushed red to her ears. “But I’m not used to dressing like this in front of guys.”
Judging from the girl's posture, she seemed to be asking whether the style of the apron she was wearing matched her appearance and whether the single ponytail was appropriate.
Judging solely from her face and figure, Saito Haruka, wearing a small yellow floral apron and a single ponytail, exudes both the sexiness of an adult woman and the youthful charm of a young girl.
Kitahara Hakuba wanted to express his true feelings, but he quickly swallowed his words.
Is this something I should say to my students? And in what capacity should I respond?
"Saito-kun, is there a problem with the rented house? Do you need my help?"
Kitahara Hakuba tried his best to deflect her questions and offered words that would reassure her.
Upon hearing this, Saito Harutori lowered her eyes in disappointment. She hoped that Kitahara would show a happier attitude and that she would see him embarrassed by her shy and cute side.
This way, she can confirm that the relationship between the two has changed and is developing in a positive direction.
These thoughts kept popping into her mind, and Saito Haruka turned her face away as if embarrassed, taking out the vegetables she bought from the shopping bag to wash.
Saito Harutori felt ashamed and bit her lip. She should have known that Kitahara-sensei had no reason to praise her. Her depressed feelings were not because she was saddened by Kitahara Hakuba's words, but because she was disappointed in herself for being presumptuous.
After all, wasn't it she herself who was the one who wanted to get involved with him?
He must have realized how awkward his situation was, which is why he accepted her arrival and tried his best to act as usual.
So he really is a very complex and gentle person, Saito Haruka thought as she chopped garlic.
Seeing that she didn't reply, Kitahara Hakuba didn't press her further, but simply watched her busily working in the kitchen from the living room.
It wasn't that he didn't want to help, but his kitchen was simply too small, only big enough for one person. The statement that he bumped into someone right away is no exaggeration.
Mince the garlic and onion, then cut the sweet chili peppers into appropriate widths, and meticulously tap the cutting board with the cleaver.
A frying pan was heating up, and after it started to smoke, Saito Harutori poured in olive oil and gently swirled it to distribute the oil evenly in the pan.
At this point, add the fish fillets and shrimp to the pot, and you'll immediately smell the unique aroma of seafood.
Kitahara Hakuma couldn't see her clearly from behind, but judging from her movements, her cooking skills seemed quite proficient.
The occasional glimpse of his profile revealed a seriousness akin to when he was playing the euphonium.
Soon, steam filled the air, releasing an aroma that stimulated the appetite.
Kitahara Hakuba was filled with unease and anticipation, and he felt a strange sense of excitement every time he ate food cooked by others.
Will the other person's cooking be good? If it's bad, what should I say?
However, as Saito Harutori arranged the dishes and prepared them for the table, she also felt an equal amount of excitement and anticipation.
Will he think his cooking is good? If it's bad, what should he say?
Saito Harutori finally breathed a sigh of relief and brought the dishes over.
What surprised Kitahara Hakuba was that her apron was spotless; if he hadn't been there the whole time, he would have suspected that Saito had simply heated up the takeout food.
"I'm sorry, I don't know Kitahara-sensei's taste, so I can only refer to my usual cooking for now."
Perhaps because she had been in the kitchen for a while, Saito Haruka's face was a little flushed.
Kitahara Hakuma said, as if in jest:
"Well, actually I do care about other people's tastes. It's okay to try it. Why don't you sit down and eat with us?"
With a "squeak," Saito Harutori pulled out a chair and sat opposite Kitahara Hakuba, but she didn't touch her chopsticks.
She just watched him quietly.
Unable to bear her gaze any longer, Kitahara Hakuba took a bite of the fried fish and, as if to ease the awkwardness, said:
"Yes, it's not too salty, it's just right. Your cooking skills are excellent."
Saito Harutori's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, gradually calmed down, and she forced a gentle smile onto her face, saying:
"I'm glad that Kitahara-sensei likes it."
"Did the job application go well?" he asked.
"Yes, it's customer service. HR talked to me for a bit and then approved my application. I can start work tomorrow."
Kitahara Hakuba stated bluntly:
"Because you have a nice voice, which is very important for customer service."
Saito Haruka adjusted her sideburns, lowered her head somewhat shyly, and said:
"No...it's not that good..."
Seeing the slightly flushed face of the girl sitting opposite him, Kitahara Hakuba felt completely uncomfortable.
I didn't mean to say I didn't want to become famous; I just said it offhand.
"Actually, I ran into Yuka this morning."
Saito Harutori used her chopsticks to pick up a clump of rice and put it in her mouth, her soft lips moving up and down.
Kitahara Hakuba raised his eyebrows, catching a glimpse of sadness in her pupils:
"and then?"
"She told me that we were even."
Saito Harutori held the chopsticks in her mouth, seemingly lost in thought, and chewed on them absentmindedly.