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Kami Takahashi felt somewhat uneasy; it was as if she had eaten an experience bread that only appeared in anime, and suddenly grasped the techniques of playing the saxophone.
"How is the feeling of guilt?" Kana Eto asked.
"I'm hungry." Takahashi Kami rubbed her stomach.
"Eat Yoshino?"
"Awesome! Charcoal!"
The two hit it off immediately, and after walking a few streets, they saw someone walking towards them.
At first they didn't pay attention, but when that highly recognizable voice suddenly rang out, the two of them simultaneously begged for their foot.
"Oh, Takahashi-senpai, Eto-senpai, it's great to meet you here."
Under the cold white streetlights, a girl in an orange belted dress walked by, and as the wind blew, a glimpse of her snow-white thigh was vaguely revealed, giving people endless imagination.
Her breasts were full and round, and a faint smile played at the corners of her mouth, revealing a charming and alluring beauty unique to a beautiful woman.
But the two girls understood that she was only seventeen years old.
"Saito-senpai?" Kana Eto asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?"
“Hmm…” Saito Harutori clasped her hands in front of her skirt and said with a smile, “Let’s go explore.”
Takahashi Kami paused, then asked, "An investigation? Now?"
It's already past ten o'clock.
"Yes, because he is an important person, so everyone wants to see him."
Saito Haruka gently stroked the strands of hair on her chest, a charming smile spreading across her alluring face.
"Are you all here... being instructed by Professor Bingyuan?"
"Yes, I practiced for about four milliseconds."
Kami Takahashi didn't intend to hide it, since everyone in the club knew that Mr. Hirahara would give private guidance on this matter.
Saito Harukori, however, seemed completely unconcerned, but her smile remained unchanged:
"Where's Mr. Bingyuan? Is he still at the music store?"
Kana Eto didn't quite understand why she asked that, but out of consideration for her junior status, she still answered:
"No, I went straight back after it ended. By the way, Saito-senpai, we're planning to eat at Yoshinoya, want to come along?"
"So... you just showed off...?"
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Saito Harutori played with the ends of her hair with her slender white fingers, her eyes slightly narrowed as she spoke.
"Thank you for the invitation, but I have some things to take care of right now. I'll treat you next time. Goodbye, have a safe trip!"
Chapter 181, Question 180: You're not even willing to call me teacher (4K)
Kitahara Hakuba returned to his rented room and collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, as soon as he closed the door.
Kami Takahashi showed great potential, reaching LV13 in just one night, which is considered to be the average level of B-class characters during the All-Road Tournament.
However, according to Kitahara Hakuba's idea, the average level of the A-level students in the national tournament must be around level 20 in order to compete with the top schools in the country.
It may still take some time.
Kitahara Hakuba lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. He suddenly realized that his life was somewhat monotonous, from 7 a.m. to 10 p.m. every day.
Although he had no complaints about the job itself, the thought of having to repeat the same work for the rest of his life suddenly made him extremely irritable.
Is this just like when I was studying? This kind of thought shouldn't even come to mind.
Just as Kitahara Hakuba felt that he wasn't working hard enough, the doorbell rang.
"Who is it that comes so late? They're not letting people rest!" Kitahara Hakuba complained, rubbing his bangs, before putting on his shoes and going downstairs.
If it's a pyramid scheme or NHK coming to his door, he'll just give them an elbow strike!
Upon opening the door, instead of a salesperson, a young girl in a dress came into view.
"Good evening," Saito Harutori said with a smile.
Kitahara Hakuba, with the door ajar, frowned slightly and asked, "Saito-kun, what are you doing here?"
Saito Harukori stood gracefully in place, raised her hand to stroke a strand of hair, and said:
"I just happened to be passing by and thought I'd stop by to see you."
Kitahara Hakuba forced an awkward smile; he didn't think a young girl would visit a young male teacher living alone late at night.
"Isn't it too late?" he asked.
Saito Harutori paused for a moment, then asked, puzzled, "Is someone at your house?"
Kitahara Hakuba didn't know what to say; she seemed to want to come in.
"Can I come in?" the girl asked, tilting her head.
It's not a good idea to just kick her out; let her sit for a few minutes to appease her.
"excuse me."
Saito Haruka entered the cramped rented room, which was her second home that made her feel at ease.
His eyes lingered on her alluring body for two seconds before Kitahara Hakuba walked into the kitchen and, as usual, opened the refrigerator and took out a barley tea – a must-have for entertaining guests.
"What have you been up to lately? And you still happen to be passing through here?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.
"I'm still working as a customer service representative, just in a different office location."
Saito Harutori sat on a single sofa, idly gazing at the kitchen. While she felt at ease, she could vaguely detect a hint of loneliness in her words.
Of course, it was impossible for me to just pass by, but it had been so long since I'd seen it. After getting off work, I went home and racked my brains, and finally couldn't resist coming over.
Kitahara Hakuba had no intention of hiding anything from her and asked directly:
"The auditions for the national tournament will be held before the cultural festival. Have you already discussed the matter of the Kaibu with Yukawa Sakurako?"
"Yes, I already said that." Saito Harutori reached out and took the barley tea he offered, smiling as she said, "Thank you."
Kitahara Hakuba sat in the chair and said:
"After leaving the department, did you still play the euphonium?"
No, what kind of question is that? I have a system. Saito Harutori's current euphonium level is nineteen, exactly the same as when she left the club.
It looks like it wasn't touched.
Saito Haruka held a disposable cup in her hands, her long eyelashes fluttering gently.
"I've already given my euphonium to Yuka."
“You’ve been to the wind instrument section before, so you should know that she’s never used it and takes good care of it.”
"How can you take back what you've given away?"
"I don't think Yuka intends to accept it."
Kitahara Hakuba spoke clearly and calmly.
"Of course, if you mind, then go back to Mr. Shinomiya's shop and buy a new euphonium."
However, Kitahara Hakuba believes that people always have feelings for old things, unless they are so worn out that they can no longer be used, in which case there is really no other way but to replace them.
However, Saito Harutori's euphonium has always been well maintained. Kitahara Hakuba also saw it in the instrument management room. The only drawback is that a few pieces of the paint on the surface have peeled off, but the body of the instrument is still intact and does not affect its use.
Let me think about it some more...
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Saito Haruka placed one foot on the sofa, hugged her slightly plump thighs with both hands, and rested her chin on her knees in a thoughtful manner.
Following the silhouette of the skirt downwards, one can see the pure white fabric clinging tightly to the cleavage, revealing a full, fleshy look.
Kitahara Hakuba glanced at it once and then looked away.
A glance is a sign of respect for men, while looking away is a sign of respect for one's profession.
As for Saito Haruka, she had already lost all face in front of Kitahara-sensei, so it didn't matter if her private parts were exposed. "The euphonium is quite expensive, so just keep using it as long as you can," Kitahara Hakuba said realistically.
Saito Harukori, however, brought up a completely unrelated topic:
"I heard from your classmates that you were late this morning?"
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"...The news spread so fast!" Kitahara Hakuba gave a wry smile and nodded, saying, "I had some things to do, so I was indeed late."
Saito Harutori looked at him and smiled gently: "How about I come and wake you up every morning?"
"Huh?" Kitahara Hakuba said, completely confused. "That won't be necessary, besides, your place is quite far from here."
"It's only a 20-minute walk."
Saito Haruka's fingertips slipped inside the white socks around her ankles, leaving uneven marks on her skin due to the elastic band.
Her suggestion really scared Kitahara Hakuba. What kind of student would come to wake the teacher up in the morning to go to work?
“My daily routine is very normal, and what happened yesterday will not happen again,” Kitahara Hakuba reminded him.
Seeing his firm tone, Saito Haruka stared intently at Kitahara Hakuba's face, her pupils seemingly ready to overflow with emotion.
Will you stay in Hokkaido indefinitely?
Kitahara Hakuba slowly began, "I don't know. My current plan is to win the national gold medal for the Shin-Asahi Brass Band. We'll think about the rest later... Why are you asking this?"
Saito Harutori's gaze fell on his thigh, her eyelids slightly lowered as she said:
"If you stay in Hokkaido, I'll study at a university there; if you go back to Tokyo, I'll apply to the University of Tokyo."
"Whichever county you're in, that's the county where I'll take the exam."
Kitahara Hakuba stared at her in disbelief, then suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
Is this guy serious? This sentence sounds terrifying upon closer inspection; it implies that he wants to haunt him for life.
"Wait, wait a minute, Saito-kun, don't you think this behavior is strange?"
Kitahara Hakuba tried to correct her thinking.