I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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One person said "Stop," and the other said "Yes."

As time passed, Yuka Isomoto felt her mind go completely blank. She had played too much music and couldn't think of anything else. Her nerves had become dull, and she was playing entirely by muscle memory.

Through countless repetitions, the quality was gradually improved, and through repeated practice, the parts that could not be played well were overcome.

"stop.....

"Yes!"

Almost as a reflex, before Kitahara Hakuba could finish speaking, Isomoto Yuka quickly spoke up.

Kitahara Hakuba looked at the girl's bangs, which were damp with sweat, and her slender shoulders heaving with her breath.

He smiled gently:

"What I mean is, today's practice is over."

"Huh?" Yuka Isomoto paused for a moment, then looked up at her watch and realized it was already 10:30 p.m.

Kitahara Hakuba closed the sheet music and couldn't help but purse his lips.

Kitahara Hakuba spent over three hours privately tutoring Isomoto Yuka, but his dream of skipping three levels didn't come true; he only advanced one level.

He initially thought the skill wasn't activated, but upon checking, he found that the skill's activation time had already been over three hours.

In other words, Yuka Isomoto absorbed the experience from hundreds of practice sessions and only leveled up once, currently at level 11.

Looking at Isomoto Yuka, who was panting heavily from his training, Kitahara Hakuba sighed even more. "Aren't teenagers supposed to be like dry sponges, capable of absorbing everything..."

Growing up is indeed fraught with difficulties...

Yuka Isomoto felt her throat was extremely dry, took a sip of Pocari Sweat and said:

"Teacher Kitahara, I can continue."

"No need, I'll take you back. We've already achieved our goal for today."

Kitahara Hakuba, with the sheet music tucked under his arm, summarized the day's events.

"You've mastered the rapid ascent from low to high notes, and your high notes are very stable. The transition from the conflict section to the lyrical section is also good. You've also become familiar with the techniques of legato and staccato. Overall, you've done very well for one night."

Yuka Isomoto remained silent for a moment, wiped the sweat from her palms onto her skirt, stood up, and tidied up the sheet music on the music stand.

I felt a surge of joy upon receiving Mr. Kitahara's approval.

On the round cushioned chair, the leather vaguely outlined her two rounded buttocks, and the cotton wrapped in the leather seemed to greedily devour the girl's fragrant buttocks until the outline could no longer be seen.

"Remember to say goodbye properly to Miss Shinomiya." Kitahara Hakuba noticed that her fingers were trembling uncontrollably.

"Yes, thank you for your hard work, Kitahara-sensei." Isomoto Yuka was almost completely exhausted, and her voice sounded like a groan.

After packing their things, the two left the soundproof room. Kitahara Hakuba turned off the light and closed the door behind him and found Shinomiya Haruka sitting alone on the sofa outside, with her long legs crossed and fiddling with her phone.

"Finished practicing?"

She stretched alluringly, highlighting her full breasts and slender waist, which made Yuka Isomoto's eyes widen.

"Thank you, Shinomiya-nee, and thank you, Kitahara-sensei." The girl bowed to both of them.

"Come on, I'll take you home."

As soon as Kitahara Hakuba finished speaking, Shinomiya Haruka narrowed her eyes slightly, casting a gaze that resembled that of a beautiful young woman living in seclusion in her lonely chambers.

"It's getting late, it would be troublesome if the police questioned us," he said.

Yuka Isomoto did not ask Hakuba Kitahara to see her off; instead, she went home with him, which had become a habit for the young girl.

If he suddenly didn't take her home, she would feel a little lost and it would be a lie to say she wasn't scared.

Having experienced the comfort of having someone by your side, you don't want to lose it again.

"Alright, be careful on the road," said Shinomiya Haruka.

"Okay, bye-bye, Shinomiya-nee."

The two walked out of Shinomiya Haruka's music store one after the other.

In June, the night breeze is very cool, as gentle as if kissing one's skin.

The surroundings were completely silent, except for the sound of water flowing in the concave channel.

"Does Kitahara-sensei think the National Tournament can win the gold medal this time?" Isomoto Yuka asked with her hands free and a relaxed expression as she looked at Kitahara Hakuba, who had taken up the tutti on his back.

"It will definitely work."

He had a very calm expression, as if the gold medal had already been placed in the cabinet in the first music classroom.

Yuka Isomoto smiled faintly, then asked in a low voice:

"What if we don't win gold? What will Mr. Kitahara do then?"

“I hadn’t thought about it,” Kitahara Hakuba said.

"So, think about it now?" she asked, somewhat curiously.

Kitahara Hakuba pondered for a while. If the entire sect did not win the gold medal, the third-year student would retire in September.

At that time, he will have nothing to do and only two options.

First: Continue to train first-year and second-year students, and set our sights on next year's national conference.

Second: He can simply go back to his hometown. With the system, he'll definitely find a way out in Tokyo.

But Kitahara Hakuba really didn't want to go back to his hometown of Tokyo. He would be absolutely unwilling to return to Hokkaido in such a disheveled state without achieving anything.

They might still choose the first option: stay at Shenxu High School and train the remaining students.

To put it another way, Shenxu High School, which didn't make it to the national finals, has an advantage over strong schools that did, because it's part of the second wave of schools preparing for next year's national finals.

The first wave was among high schools that lost their branch meetings.

No, that's too self-deceptive!

"If we don't win gold, we'll keep practicing. The quality of the first and second year students is pretty good. If we still can't win gold, then it must be my problem," Kitahara Hakuba said.

Yuka Isomoto hesitated for a moment, her slender white throat bobbing:

“Our advisor said the same thing last year, but he left to teach at other schools during the summer.”

Hmm? Mr. Otaki, it's you again? You're everywhere, aren't you?

A black car drove up from the opposite direction along the street, its cold white lights illuminating the girl's somewhat depressed face.

“Everyone has their own ambitions,” Kitahara Hakuba said. “No one can guarantee that what they say today will be implemented tomorrow.”

Well.

Yuka Isomoto hesitated for a moment before realizing that it was indeed true.

"But don't worry, I'm not Mr. Otaki. Now that we've set the goal of going to the national tournament together, I will definitely lead you forward without hesitation."

Kitahara Hakuba's resolute voice made Isomoto Yuka's heart pound. She stole a glance at Kitahara and saw that his back was straight and he was staring straight ahead.

She looked away, her feet firmly planted on the asphalt, a broad smile on her face.

Just as Yuka Isomoto was lost in a strange feeling of being moved, a hand suddenly wrapped around her shoulder, and her body was pulled inward by this force.

The sound of tires rolling over gravel reached Yuka Isomoto's ears as a silver pickup truck sped past without its headlights on.

"Be careful, this little card doesn't turn on the lights."

Kitahara Hakuma pulled her inside, let go of her hand, and walked to the outside.

Yuka Isomoto didn't hear his complaint at all; her face flushed red, and her small earlobes turned as red as if they were about to bleed.

Aside from her father, she had never been hugged like this by any other man, and she uttered incomprehensible words.

"Gurgle gurgle—?"

"what?"

"Without Isomoto Yuka's hands clasped together in front of her, for some reason, she always felt a sense of security when Kitahara-sensei was standing beside her."

“Convenience store…” she said, blushing, pointing to a shop on the street.

"Do you want to buy something?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.

"Okay, it'll be ready soon. What does Kitahara-sensei need?" Isomoto Yuka's fingers were frantically knotting together.

"I don't want anything. You go ahead, I'll wait for you outside."

Kitahara Hakuba hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Don't send me any more weird things."

No:

Yuka Isomoto immediately shrugged, realizing that Kitahara-sensei was referring to Okamoto 0.01.

Why did I even think of giving this as a gift?! Yuka, you idiot!

Chapter 99, Section 98: I just didn't expect it to come so quickly (4K)

For Yuka Isomoto, there wasn't anything she particularly wanted to buy; she just felt she should go to the convenience store to relax and clear her head.

A woman was wandering around the convenience store, and the cashier kept staring at her like she was a thief.

Finally, she bought sandwiches and a bag of whole wheat toast.

As I walked out of the convenience store and approached Kitahara Hakuba, I noticed him looking up at the sky, where stars twinkled in the night sky.

She handed over the whole wheat toast she was carrying:

"Teacher Kitahara, here, have this. It can be eaten for breakfast. It's said to be sugar-free and trans fat-free. It's amazing."

"Toast?"

A faint smile appeared on Kitahara Hakuba's lips. Seeing that it wasn't anything expensive, he took the bag of toast.

"Thank you."

"fine."

As if to distract herself, Yuka Isomoto eagerly tore open the sandwich packaging and began eating it as she walked.

Arriving at the old apartment building where the girl lived, the magnolia flowers in the flowerbed had disappeared.

It was completely covered with soil.

"Goodbye, Kitahara-sensei," she said, holding her half-eaten sandwich.