chsdbacks Page 275
Page 275
"You're really stubborn. Do you really think I'd agree? What do you plan to do if I refuse?"
There are few nerves in the flesh of the elbow, yet Saito Haruka still felt pain from scratching it. Her gaze swept directly to Kanzaki Eri outside the window, but her tone carried no pleading:
What does Hui Li think?
"promise."
Unlike Nagase Tsukiyo's embezzlement, Kanzaki Eri agreed very quickly, so quickly that it made one suspect she had already considered this situation.
This not only surprised Saito Harutori, but also made Tsukiyo feel wronged.
In the library, Eri Kanzaki said those things to her, but now she's agreeing to everything. Could it all have been fake?
Just as the two girls in the classroom were filled with surprise, Eri Kanzaki's thin, soft lips parted:
"Because you, Qingniao, look so pitiful."
The girl's cold words concealed a delicate tenderness, which made Saito Haruka's expression unpleasant; her eyelashes drooped.
There is a faint shadow on the eyelid:
"what do you mean?"
Even Nagase Tsukiyo didn't quite understand Eri's meaning, even though she had previously told her, "I hate Harutori more than you."
Eri Kanzaki's expression was like an icy lake, calm on the surface, yet the chill emanating from her was exceptionally sharp.
"Because Haruno, you have nothing left besides Kitahara-sensei, which is very pitiful."
"Hmm!"
A flicker of panic flashed in Saito Haruka's eyes. Those words were like a sharp thorn, constantly piercing her heart. Every time the word "love" echoed, it made her feel suffocated.
“Eri::::” Nagase Tsukiyo’s cheeks flushed slightly, and a fine bead of sweat appeared on her forehead.
After Kanzaki Eri finished speaking, she stood outside the window for a few seconds before continuing to walk out until she disappeared from their sight.
The two of them were left alone in the classroom again, but Nagase Tsukiyo could clearly sense that Harutori was greatly affected by Eri's words.
Nagase Tsukiyo, seeing Harutori's helpless expression with clenched teeth, forced herself to calm down and said:
"Just accept Huili's kindness. I won't stop you. It makes no difference to me whether you're here or not."
"Kindness? That expression, that tone of voice, wasn't it just pity for a homeless person?"
Saito Haruka's lips trembled, her brows furrowed slightly, and she forced a tearful expression.
"That's too much! Eri is too much!"
7
After she finished speaking, she picked up her schoolbag and ran out of the classroom, her skirt fluttering back and forth with the movement of her thighs.
After the two left, the classroom was so quiet that only Nagase Tsukiyo's own breathing could be heard. Her gaze fell on the chair that Saito Haruka had just sat on, and her fingertips gripped the hem of her skirt helplessly.
How did the three of them end up like this?
?
At night, Kitahara Hakuba, who had just finished playing the saxophone, sat on a chair at Goryokaku Station.
The mains power line from the opposite direction leisurely passed by as it entered the station, without stirring up even the slightest bit of a chilly breeze.
The weather has cooled down considerably compared to August, but there are still girls wearing short skirts and bare legs on the platform.
Kitahara Hakuba suddenly remembered some school rules about sexual fetishes, such as not allowing girls to wear pantyhose and only allowing them to go bare-legged, which was truly outrageous.
Shenxu High School is much more shrewd. Apart from the mandatory school uniform, it allows girls to wear stockings freely on their lower bodies.
The thought of seeing girls' pantyhose shows soon made Kitahara Hakuba feel much better.
Working as a teacher in Hokkaido is truly a sexual affair.
Just then, the city tram carrying people home arrived at the station, and Kitahara Hakuba withdrew his gaze and sat down in the carriage.
Where should we go tomorrow?
"Let's go visit Hakodate Tower? We can come back to Kami-Asahi Private High School in a few days to see the cultural festival."
"What are you going to do at a high school's cultural festival? To reminisce about your lost youth?"
"No, this school made it into the National Wind Instrument Competition, and I heard their advisor is ridiculously handsome."
"Really?"
"There are videos of the match online, let me show you."
Several women in their twenties were chatting unabashedly in the seats. Kitahara Hakuma glanced over and noticed that both of them were wearing furry striped pantyhose.
He secretly hoped that the girls in the brass band would never wear these tights, as they had absolutely no aesthetic appeal.
After getting off the train at the station, Kitahara Hakuba went into a bakery, waited for more than 20 minutes, and bought a box of freshly baked mini cakes.
With Shinomiya, it's enough for two people to eat.
Arriving at Shinomiya Haruka's music store, she took out her key and opened the door.
As I went upstairs, I found Shinomiya Haruka sitting on the sofa. She seemed to have just come out of the bath. She was wearing a light white, loose-fitting lace nightgown with cherry blossoms on her cheeks and shoulders, and her wet hair glistened under the light.
"Hey, big sister, I bought you a cake." Kitahara Hakuba walked over and placed the cake on the table.
Shinomiya Haruka sat up from the sofa, crossed her long, slender, snow-white legs, and looked up at him, saying:
"Cake? Do you think I'm that easily satisfied?"
"I'm so tired from work today, please forgive me, dear sister," Kitahara Hakuma said, glancing at her pale, fleshy thighs.
"What are you doing? I didn't say I wanted to sleep with you."
Shinomiya Haruka chuckled, stretched out her long, fair legs, and poked his thigh with her toe, saying...
"I heard you got a raise?"
"No wonder he's your uncle, he tells you everything."
Chapter 217, Section 216: Because of Qingniao, she looks very pitiful (4K) >>
Kitahara Hyakuma sat down, tucked her delicate feet into his lap, and said, "It's increased by 25%. Now, without the subsidy, it's 250,000 yen a month."
1
A meaningful smile appeared on Shinomiya Haruka's pretty and charming face: "Why is there still so little?"
Kitahara Hakuba looked up at the ceiling, his hands kneading her smooth, tender calves.
"This is what happens when you've just graduated from university and are just starting out. Life is never smooth sailing."
Seneca said, "Life is like a book; fools skim through it, wise men read it carefully, and every setback is an indispensable page in the book."
"Oh? You became a teacher and suddenly a philosopher?" Shinomiya Haruka gazed at him with her beautiful and captivating eyes.
"However, I prefer Zhuangzi's saying: 'Life is like a dream, both good and bad are illusions. Only by transcending gains and losses can one be carefree.'"
"Wow, Hakuba is really amazing, he even knows all this." Shinomiya Haruka said with a smile, "I have some grape juice in my fridge, bring it over and I'll eat it with the cake."
Kitahara Hakuba retorted helplessly, "What you said doesn't seem to make any sense."
I want to eat something.
I took a bottle of grape juice out of the refrigerator; it was a mixed juice.
"It's best to buy 100% freshly squeezed juice," Kitahara Hakuba said as he poured. "Although these compound juices say 100%, they're not actually 100%."
"If I had it, I would have bought it long ago. I only bought it because I didn't have it."
The cake I bought from the bakery was delicious. The rich cream and soft cake layers blended perfectly on my tongue, creating a delightful and not-too-sweet flavor. I'll definitely buy from that shop again next time. The shop owner's eight-year-old daughter is also adorable.
I bought a cake for Shinomiya Haruka, but she only ate one piece to maintain her figure, and Kitahara Hakuba ate the rest.
After finishing the last bite, while tidying up the packaging, Kitahara Hakuba suddenly remembered something, unzipped his handbag,
Take out a ticket from inside.
"this is for you."
"A breakup fee for me?" Shinomiya Haruka chuckled and accepted the ticket.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, it's just a ticket to the cultural festival brass band."
Kitahara Hakuba put the packaging box into a garbage bag, tied it tightly, and placed it at the door, intending to throw it away the next day.
Shinomiya Haruka examined the brass band tickets from both sides, a faint smile appearing on her face as she said:
"These kids did a pretty good job."
"The fact that it says 'Hokkaido Representative of the National Wind Music Competition' is scary enough."
Kitahara Hakuba thought that Yukawa Sakurako and the others were quite good at using these heads.
Do you want me to go play?
Haruka Shinomiya's fingers held the ticket, gently shaking it, and a crisp "clattering" sound could be heard.
"Sure, it depends on your schedule, but I might not be able to entertain you. After all, I'm a music teacher, and I'll most likely be on patrol doing logistical support."
Not only him, but if Mr. Kurosaki comes back, he will probably patrol with him. This is the treatment of a "teacher of an unpopular subject".
"I see."
Shinomiya Haruka did not force Kitahara Hakuma to accompany him, and he never thought of Shinomiya Haruka as that kind of woman.
"Then I'll ask my friend to go play with me."
"Friends? You have friends in Hakodate?"
"Yes, I studied in Hakodate from childhood to adulthood, and then I went to high school in Shin-Asahi."
"Huh? Really?" Kitahara Hakuba stared at her in disbelief.
Shinomiya Haruka said with a smile:
"Why would I lie to you? Otherwise, why do you think my uncle is a shareholder of Shenxu, or why my family runs a musical instrument shop here?"
Kitahara Hakuba said with surprise, "Then you'll have to call me 'teacher' too?"
"Haven't I been calling you 'teacher' all along?" Shinomiya Haruka glanced at him with a half-smile.
"That's different!"