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Her words immediately silenced the usually cheerful Takahashi Kami.
Putting aside the fact that Amemori is a senior, she is also the band's principal, and on the surface, she is the person closest to Kitahara-sensei.
It's best not to mess with them; the mysterious organizations within the gang are already terrifying.
Kuno Tachibana's gaze unconsciously swept over Kirishima Mai's face. Her expression did not reveal any apology, but for some reason, he felt a little sad.
"But if that's the case, most of us were initially insecure. Can you say that you've always been confident, Senior Amemori?" Kuno Tachika suddenly said.
In response to her question, Yu Shou, unusually, did not refute it, but merely frowned slightly.
That's true; she didn't have much confidence before Kitahara Hakuba arrived.
But in reality, it doesn't matter who gets in. As long as Mr. Kitahara is there, the Shinshu High School Brass Band can maintain its status as a top brass band school forever. It might even become a dominant school like Tokai Affiliated High School, winning the national gold medal for four consecutive years.
Sakurako Yuukawa blinked, a faint smile appearing on her face, and said, based on her own experience:
"These issues will be left to the future ministers. The atmosphere of the club is a very crucial issue. As for recruitment, we'll wait until after the national conference."
Her concerns were not unfounded; the entire club was going to Utsunomiya this time.
If club recruitment were to begin now, some students would likely be there with the intention of "going on a trip to Utsunomiya" (a metaphor for a leisurely vacation).
Leave the department after it's over. (28kanshu.com, Mianfeiyue Du)
Besides, the national conference is only a month away, so a little time won't make a difference.
Next, the three girls from different grades started discussing the sports festival, while Kitahara Hakuba and Kirishima Mai remained completely uninvolved.
However, their situations are different. He is a teacher and has not yet received any information about participating in the competition, while Kirishima Mai has not reported anything and remains as unambitious as ever.
They chatted idly in the first music classroom. Kitahara Hakuba didn't ask them to go back to the practice room to practice, since they were all very well-behaved girls who never slacked off when it was time to practice.
They didn't return to the teaching building until the morning meeting.
Kitahara Hakuba stayed in the music room the whole time. Tuesdays without music lessons were quite relaxing, and the country girl from Aomori City didn't show up under the table.
Today's schedule does not include ensemble playing; it's all individual and vocal practice.
Eri Kanzaki didn't send him a private message, Haruki Saito didn't come to the First Music Classroom, and he didn't see Tsukiyo Nagase's beautiful legs that were enough to make him feel refreshed.
White clouds stretched out outside the window, set against the azure sky. Several black shadows swiftly streaked across the sky and disappeared behind the standing school building.
"This is the peaceful teaching life I wanted," Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but sigh.
The sound of a clarinet filled the headphones, playing a piece of wind music titled "A Poem Dedicated to a Year of Wind Music."
It's a CD of Kitauji's national convention back then, it's very good.
For mentors, listening to music from other schools can broaden their horizons and allow them to learn many different things.
In "Autumn, the Time of Destiny," the close-knit euphonium and trumpet music took on a new brilliance in his ears.
The afternoon club activities didn't last long because there was no ensemble performance.
Nagase Tsukiyo chose to continue burying herself in the library. Although she was going to take the entrance exam for Tokyo University of Music, she couldn't neglect her cultural studies. She wanted to do everything within her power to get what she could.
I packed up my books, picked up my bag, and left. It was 8 o'clock, the closing time.
The surrounding sky had completely darkened, and silence enveloped the nearly deserted campus, with only the occasional noise of trucks passing by the school gate.
There were also a few teenagers riding strange motorcycles; she never understood why they were driving those kinds of vehicles.
Nagase Tsukiyo looked up and gazed at a section of the school building. In the moonlight, only the staff office was still lit.
She gripped her schoolbag tightly; her intuition told her that Mr. Kitahara had not yet left.
What is he doing?
An idea surfaced in his mind like a bubble rising from the seabed, and Nagase Tsukiyo walked into the school building.
The cold white light shone on the empty corridor, and through the windows, one could glimpse the classrooms shrouded in darkness.
She suddenly felt a little scared.
Upon arriving at the staff office, I stood at the door and saw that it was indeed Kitahara Hakuba.
He was wearing headphones, his hands clasped together, intently staring at the computer screen.
Because he could see the doorway from his side, Nagase Tsukiyo didn't stand there for long.
But what I got in return was a shock to myself.
Kitahara Hakuma's shoulders twitched, he stared at her with wide eyes, and then visibly let out a sigh of relief.
It wasn't that he was timid, but anyone would be startled if a long-haired girl with black hair suddenly stood motionless at the door, and he was all alone.
"Nase-kun? Why haven't you gone back yet?" Kitahara Hakuba asked, taking off his headphones.
Nagase Tsukiyo could vaguely hear a gurgling sound in her throat. She stepped forward and said:
"Where's Kitahara-sensei? Why hasn't he left yet at this hour?"
Kitahara Hakuba raised his wrist to check the time, and said with a wry smile:
"Ah, it's already this late."
As soon as he finished speaking, he started packing his things, which made Nagase Tsukiyo feel a little strange.
"Are you leaving now?" she asked with a smile.
“Well, otherwise I’ll have to trouble Asuka-san again,” Kitahara Hakuba said. “I feel really bad for having to ask him to remind me time and time again.”
Nagase Tsukiyo's cherry-colored lips parted slightly as her gaze fell on his gray knit sweater, trousers, and gray socks.
Mr. Kitahara is more like a teacher now than he was in the spring.
"I was in the library just now, and when I was about to leave, I saw the light was still on here, and I thought it must be you, Kitahara-sensei."
"No, no, no, I didn't mean to steal from you," Nagase Tsukiyo explained with a smile. "I just think you work very hard, Kitahara-sensei."
"Maybe it's because I'm interested in these things. I wouldn't care much about things I'm not interested in." Kitahara Hakuba was operating the computer to shut it down.
Nagase Tsukiyo stepped forward, her skirt swaying gently with her soft thighs: "Are you listening to a performance?"
"Yes, I can learn a lot of different things by listening to other teachers play. Today I took some time to discuss the musical forms of high school wind instruments with Mr. Otaki and other school advisors."
Kitahara Hakuba moved the mouse to the shutdown button, and the screen went dark shortly afterward.
With the help of the indoor lights, the screen showed his face and Nagase Tsukiyo's lower body and slender waist.
"The musical form played in high school?" Nagase Tsukiyo asked curiously.
"Should teachers prioritize improving students' abilities or allowing them to enjoy the form of music? ... These things are too fantastical to discuss; there's no basic framework."
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Kitahara Hakuba put his computer into his bag and said, "If we don't improve the students' skills, how can we let them enjoy music? Well, let's not talk about it anymore. This topic has made the atmosphere in the chat room not very good. Some teachers have even started arguing."
Hmm:
Nagase Tsukiyo's fingernails dug into the straps of her schoolbag, her eyes gleaming with a straightforward light.
"I have always believed in Kitahara-sensei. I think everything Kitahara-sensei does is right. You are the ideal teacher in my heart. At least I think that with you, I am a happy student."
The girl blushed the moment she said it. These were her thoughts, but she felt ashamed to say them out loud.
Kitahara Hakuba enjoyed himself for a while, and before he could react, his mouth moved on its own:
"Thank you, I'm very happy to hear you say that. Let's go."
Nagase Tsukiyo nodded, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
As the two walked out of the school gate, they could hear faint sounds coming from the street irrigation ditch, and the streetlights illuminating the maple trees had a slightly orange tint.
“Nase-san is quite independent,” Kitahara Hakuba suddenly remarked.
"No, not at all." She didn't know what he meant, but years of etiquette had taught her that she should remain humble no matter what kind of praise she received.
“When I was in high school in Tokyo, rich people all had chauffeured cars to pick them up from school.”
Kitahara Hakuba said jokingly,
"You are the least like a pampered young lady I have ever met."
Nagase Tsukiyo pursed her lips and said, "My parents said it's best not to isolate yourself too much."
On the street, their shadows were pressed tightly together.
"It's so late, it's dangerous for you to go back alone at this hour," Kitahara Hakuba asked.
Nagase Tsukiyo tightened her grip on the shoulder strap, her chest heaving slightly, and her ears began to burn.
Did he mean he would take me home?
"The main advantage is that you can take the mains electricity, and the walk isn't very far," she said.
"Really?" Although the girl's legs were beautiful and long, Kitahara Hakuba still deliberately matched her pace. "I was worried when I saw you going home alone."
What should have been a statement that would have made her blush and her heart race instead brought a sense of melancholy to her heart.
Kitahara Hakuba glanced at her sideways, knowing she was referring to how Harutori and Eri used to accompany him home.
"Can't the three of you make up in the future?" he asked.
Nagase Tsukiyo gently bit her lower lip, the groan escaping her throat barely audible.
Before staying at Kitahara's house, she always held the belief that one day the three of them would be able to make up.
If Kitahara-sensei had been there, the three of us might never have been able to make up.
But how could she say those words to his face?
Because I don't want Kitahara-sensei to disappear from my life.
"I also want to try my best to make up."
The night breeze ruffled Nagase Tsukiyo's hair, stray strands of hair clinging to her face, and the hem of her skirt occasionally brushed against her thighs, bringing a slightly cool touch.
Kitahara Hakuba looked at her and said:
"Kanzaki-san has a somewhat 'stubborn' personality," and Saito-san's family situation has not yet improved.
"After you go to university, it would be best if the three of you could look after each other. Nagase, actually, I think you're the most opinionated of the three of you."
Nagase Tsukiyo stepped into Goryokaku Station. Her skirt sometimes clung to her figure, and sometimes flowed freely in the wind, outlining the girl's slender waist and legs.
"Doctor Kitahara hopes I can take the initiative to reconcile with them?" Nagase Tsukiyo could vaguely sense a fact.