I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Kuno Tachibana scratched his hair and stepped forward, squatting down next to Kitahara Hakuba.

The girl suddenly lowered her head, trying to catch the air off guard, and looked down at the multimedia podium.

In the end, there was nothing but Kitahara Hakuba's legs.

"What are you doing?" Kitahara Hakuba looked down and noticed that her skirt had been swept onto the floor.

Kuno Tachibana was still squatting on the ground, speaking calmly:

"I'm just curious if any girls are hiding down there doing something for Kitahara-sensei, since he's so patient."

I'd better be careful, because there are already enough senior students here.

So tolerant

Kitahara Hakuba raised his hand to his forehead and said:

"How is it possible?"

However, Kuno Tachibana revealed a mischievous smile, deliberately hiding under the multimedia podium, pressing his hands on Kitahara Hakuba's knees, and looking up at him from below:

"How could it be impossible?"

Kitahara Hakuba suddenly realized what she was about to do, and his breathing became rapid involuntarily:

We made plans together, and I haven't even been back for a week yet.

Kuno Tachibana's lips, which had been coated with lip balm, curved into a smile as she whispered:

"loan."

Can this thing be used to get a loan?

"No, we need to get out of here right now." Kitahara Hakuba felt this was too dangerous.

"It's alright, the surveillance cameras just broke down recently."

"How did you know? Wait a minute!"

"Wow, I've seen it before, but it's still good."

Kitahara Hakuba never expected that his bottom line would be crossed again. He had always felt that such a thing should never be done in this place.

Even when he was with Eri, he wouldn't allow her to call out "White Horse".

But the bottom line keeps being broken.

Most importantly, he discovered that Kuno Tachibana had changed a lot since the school trip, and that he was making positive changes.

Kitahara Hakuba felt like he was about to go to heaven.

Just as Kuno Tachibana was verifying the results of his learning over the past few days, the door to the first music classroom was suddenly opened, and Nagase Tsukiyo walked in.

"Teacher Kitahara? Is it all over?"

Chapter 394, Section 393: Next time, should we offer to help her? (Part 6 of 2)

Kitahara Hakuba was startled. He raised his face and looked directly at Nagase Tsukiyo who was walking towards him. He swallowed hard and asked:

"Aren't you going back?"

"I?"

His question really stunned Nagase Tsukiyo. Did he think that she was too bored and wanted to leave early when she went to the bathroom?

"Excuse me, did I disturb Kitahara-sensei?" Nagase Tsukiyo asked somewhat apologetically, but she already had the answer in her heart.

Because unless it concerns playing efficiency, Kitahara-sensei is not the kind of person who would say "You're disturbing me".

"N-nothing." Kitahara Hakuma's arms rested somewhat awkwardly on the table.

Kuno Tachibana huddled under the table, his vision confined to a very short distance. The almost burning heat he felt contrasted sharply with the cold floor his knees touched.

She didn't even dare to swallow, afraid that the subtle sound of her throat moving would break the current balance and expose this suffocating secret.

Nagase Tsukiyo smiled, her hands clasped in front of her skirt as she said:

"Actually, I think that if we look at the new advisors according to your standards, Mr. Kitahara, it's probably not possible to change them this year."

Because the girl hadn't moved for a long time, Kitahara Hakuba's self-control had recovered considerably, and he and Kuno Tachibana remained motionless.

Only her warm breath gently patted her skin.

Kitahara Jima's hands were clasped in an inverted tower shape as he was immersed in a secret service. Every slight rise and fall of his head was accompanied by his suppressed breathing.

"Since we're choosing a future successor, I naturally can't allow just anyone to come. If the gap between the candidates is too large, it won't be a good thing for either the advisors or the students, hmm..."

Kitahara Hakuba's muscles tensed as he noticed Kuno Tachibana move slightly.

“That’s true.” Nagase Tsukiyo frowned slightly. She always felt that Kitahara-sensei’s voice carried a subtle tension and dryness.

Kuno Tachibana was also a little scared. Her initial thought was not to move, and she just wanted to stay still until Nagase Tsukiyo left.

However, Kitahara Hakuba, far from backing down because of Nagase Tsukiyo's intrusion, instead adopted a provocative and uncontrollable stance.

It began to throb more and more in her senses.

“Ugh—!”

"Teacher Kitahara?"

Nagase Tsukiyo quickly took two steps forward, but Kitahara Hakuba suddenly raised his hand and said, "It's nothing, you just bumped your toe on the corner of the table."

"Oh, that really hurts," Nagase Tsukiyo said, empathizing with the pain.

For some reason, Kitahara Hakuba felt inexplicably at ease with the girl in front of him, a sense that no matter what bad things he did, she would not find out.

If it were anyone else, such as Kana Eto, Kami Takahashi, Haruki Saito, or even Sayaka Akamatsu, he would definitely be afraid.

Because these people will stand right next to him without hesitation while he's chatting, and he'll have a clear view of everything that happens under the table.

However, Nagase Tsukiyo was different. She was an extremely well-behaved student who understood the boundaries between them and would only communicate with him while standing in front of the table.

For others, discovering and exposing a secret is only three steps away.

"Cough cough—" Kitahara Hakuba tried to use coughing to cover up his perception.

Nagase Tsukiyo looked out the window at the gloomy sky, but she didn't actually dislike it, because if the weather was too good, the snow would come very late.

"It's going to snow for the first time today, Kitahara-sensei, have you seen it yet?"

She only remembered something halfway through her sentence, then covered her mouth and laughed.

"I'm sorry, I had forgotten that you studied in Hokkaido."

Kitahara Hakuba was trapped in a desperate situation, with indifferent greetings above and a raging flood about to burst its banks below.

"By the way, I'll send you the revised score tonight."

He said that, but what he was really thinking was, "Why aren't you leaving yet? Do you want to see me make a fool of myself?"

"You changed it so quickly all at once? It must be very difficult to change the tune for the oboe, right?"

Her compliment sounded stiff, and Kitahara Hakuba shook his head and said, "It was quite simple. I revised it with Shinomiya-sensei."

When he said "Shinomiya-sensei," it was quite obvious that Kuno Tachibana was venting his anger; his teeth were scraping.

"Hiss—!" Unlike the previous experience that sent him soaring to the heavens, Kitahara Hakuba now winced in pain, gasping for breath.

"Teacher Kitahara?" Seeing that he was acting strangely, Nagase Tsukiyo was even more confused.

"It's nothing, just another bump."

"Well, why not be more careful?"

Nagase Tsukiyo chuckled slowly, then sat back down in his original seat, a move that made Kitahara Hakuba a little uneasy.

Because she revealed a piece of information—

"I want to stay here and chat with you."

“Yesterday: Haruno wasn’t in a good mood.” Nagase Tsukiyo said, raising her hand to brush a strand of hair, revealing her small, white ears.

Upon hearing this name, Kuno Tatsuka seemed to react again, and Kitahara Hakuba also suffered as a result.

"Really? What's wrong?" he asked with a forced laugh.

Nagase Tsukiyo lowered her eyes slightly and looked down, her small feet, encased in flesh-colored pantyhose, outlined in her brown eyes:

"Qingniao suddenly started crying in the library. Everyone assumed that I was very close to her and came to ask me what had happened, but how would I know?"

"It's probably a team issue." Kitahara Hakuba rested his chin on his hand, which helped him better control his expression.

"But why? She was the one who assembled the team first, so why is she the one who ended up crying?" Nagase Tsukiyo tilted her head in confusion.

Kitahara Hakuba was a little frustrated. She was so good at studying, so why was she so slow in this area, even slower than Isomoto Yuka?

From Saito Harukori's perspective, the two sisters teamed up with their favorite people to play instruments, but she was left out, and they didn't even say a good word for her.

From Nagase Tsukiyo's perspective, Harutori formed a team first, but in the end, she was the one who cried, which was really inexplicable.

Anyone can give a reason, but Kitahara Hakuba is the only one who can't say "Gururu-i".

At that moment, a strange voice rang out, and Nagase Tsukiyo looked up in surprise at Kitahara Hakuba:

"Gulu?"

Kitahara Hakuba straightened his back and gave her an awkward smile, saying:

"Sorry, I felt like I might be catching a cold when I woke up today. I had a lot of phlegm. I always have this problem when the seasons change."

“Oh, boys are really amazing. They always seem to know in advance whether they’ll get sick.” Nagase Tsukiyo blinked and said, “Please take care of yourself.”

"The most basic thing is swallowing and shaking your head," Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile.

"oh oh--"

Nagase Tsukiyo nodded simply, then sat back down, her gaze wandering around the first music classroom before finally settling on the display window.

I miss spring and summer.

Kitahara Hakuba was brought back to his senses by her words. At the time, he was aiming to guide them and help them experience youth and strive for success, although part of his motivation was to make money.

But this situation is not what he originally wanted.

Nagase Tsukiyo gently adjusted the hem of her skirt with her fingers, a slight smile playing on her lips as she looked at him.