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Kitahara Hakuba entered the house carrying his suitcase.

Saito Harutori stood at the doorway, took a few deep breaths, and then stepped inside, taking off her shoes in the entryway.

Stepping into the house and closing the door, a sense of security enveloped by the building washed over her like a rising tide.

What conflict did you have with your family?

Kitahara Hakuba took out slippers from the shoe cabinet. He didn't intend to give Shinomiya Haruka slippers; he was giving his own, size 45.

It looked tiny on her, but she had to make do.

"This... I don't know how to say it."

Saito Haruka's gaze seemed glued to him, never wavering.

She couldn't imagine that she didn't get a sense of fulfillment and security from her parents and Nagase, but instead clearly felt it from a brass band instructor.

"If it's something you can't talk about, then there's no need to say it. I have nowhere for you to sleep, so you'll have to sleep on the floor. Is that acceptable?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.

He couldn't possibly let her sleep in his own bed; allowing her to stay overnight was already an act of kindness on his part.

"Thank you, Kitahara-sensei."

Saito Harutori gazed at his handsome face, his eyes like beautiful, alluring fireflies dancing among the evening waves.

Would you like something to drink?

Kitahara Hakuba walked up to the small refrigerator, which contained a family-sized pack of barley tea bought from the supermarket.

It's been open for two days, and since Saito Harutori is here, it won't be a waste to drink it.

There was no response. The only sounds were the refrigerator compressor and her untimely footsteps echoing in the living room.

"Thank you, thank you for accepting me, I... I'm so happy."

Saito Haruka's voice was extremely soft, like a gentle breeze, almost imperceptible.

“I am a teacher at Shenxu High School, and you are also my student. It is only right that I take care of you.”

Kitahara Hakuba glanced at the unopened barley tea, then at the family-sized barley tea that had been open for two days.

What if she gets diarrhea after drinking the family-sized bottle?

Forget it, let's just throw it away. If he gets sick from drinking it, we'll have to charge him for medical expenses.

"Yes, I'm so happy to have met you, Kitahara-sensei. You've been so forgiving of a sinner like me, and you've done all this for me."

"

I want to put...:

Saito Haruka clasped her hands in front of her chest, her eyes trembling slightly, and gazed earnestly at Kitahara Hakuba's profile as she spoke.

"I entrust my entire life to you."

Chapter 135, Section 134: Why Don't You Bully Me? (4K)

Saito Harutori's words were like a heavy stone, falling into Kitahara Hakuba's ears.

He touched the barley tea cup for a moment, then casually took out the cup and pressed his fingertip against the uneven, jagged surface.

She is currently a minor, and her physical and mental development is not yet fully mature; at this moment, the "life" she speaks of...

It's just the passion of adolescence.

Like the suspension bridge effect, when she encounters herself in a helpless or desperate situation, she may mistakenly believe that she has met someone who can give her a sense of security, thus giving rise to a "lifelong" affection.

Her surroundings exuded an aura of insecurity, so much so that even the slightest touch of his "saintly" aura would make Saito Haruka's heart flutter.

She may not understand this, but Kitahara Hakuba, as a teacher, cannot be ignorant of it.

With just one sentence from Saito Haruka, he was able to tell that although the girl appeared to be a very mature woman, her own thoughts were quite naive.

At the same time, her current situation is very bad, and the conflict with her family is not as easy to resolve as it was with Nagase Tsukiyo.

Kitahara Hakuba walked up to her with the cup in his hand and said calmly, "I was just helping out. It was nothing to me. Just accept this kindness and live your life well."

Are you kidding me? Is life something you can entrust to someone so easily?

He's not stupid; Saito Harukori was simply expressing a heart full of gratitude.

Saito Haruka took the cup, her eyes gleaming faintly, like a beautiful painting with a sense of transparency.

"I'm sorry, I'm always so willful in my words and actions..."

The girl looked at Kitahara Hakuba uneasily, her eyes empty and dull, the shadows of her drooping eyelashes falling on her brown pupils.

Kitahara Hakuba didn't say anything, but went straight upstairs, opened the closet and took out his spare bedding. The space was too small, so Saito Harutori could only sleep in the living room.

As for letting the girl sleep in his bed, he never even considered it.

The two made the bed together. Kitahara Hakuba glanced around; there was nothing valuable that needed to be hidden.

There are naturally no shameful things in the house.

"Get some rest. Call me if you need anything," he said.

Saito Haruka stood ramrod straight, her white socks folded on the table, her small, white toes curling nervously back and forth.

When she noticed Kitahara Hakuba was about to turn off the lights, she suddenly spoke up:

"Could you please not turn off the lights?"

"Row."

After Kitahara Hakuba finished speaking, he went upstairs. Lying in bed, he couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning, because he thought about the girl waiting downstairs.

It wasn't because of the "heat" that he was feeling unwell; it was just that having another person around made it impossible for him to fall asleep peacefully.

A little light from downstairs still managed to get in, making it even more difficult for him, someone who "can't fall asleep with even a little light."

Close your eyes.

Suddenly I heard the sound of the door being pushed open, followed by the sound of the toilet flushing and the sound of toilet paper being pulled out.

After an unknown amount of time, the induction cooker was turned on, and the sizzling sound of oil bouncing on the pan could be heard.

Kitahara Hakuba opened his eyes, somewhat puzzled, only to find that it was already dawn.

He looked up at his wrist in surprise and saw that it was already six o'clock in the morning.

When did you fall asleep...?

Kitahara Hakuba rubbed his temples, marveling at how amazing humans are. He had been tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, but in the next second he was asleep.

From time to time, the sounds of pots and pans being turned over could be heard from downstairs, along with a faint aroma of food.

Kitahara Hakuba put on his shoes and went downstairs, where he found Saito Harukori cooking something in the kitchen.

The apron she wore around her waist was tied in a large bow, accentuating the curves of the girl's hips.

"You're up really early. Why didn't you sleep a little longer?" Kitahara Hakuba said.

It's summer vacation now, so she doesn't have any club activities.

Saito Haruka turned to the side, her slender, fair arm peeking out from her sleeve, a complex emotion on her lips. "Taibahara-sensei goes to school very early every day. If I get up later than you, it would be very impolite."

"so."

Kitahara Hakuba didn't seem to care and turned to walk into the washroom.

On the small table were her toothbrush and cup, and even in the trash can were used wet wipes.

After tidying up, I found fried eggs and bacon on the small table in the living room, as well as his lunchbox.

"You're too kind, there's no need for that." Kitahara Hakuba opened the lunchbox, which contained takoyaki and fried fish, a standard lunch.

"It should."

Saito Harutori gazed tenderly at the food on the table, her delicate fingers gently stroking her wavy hair as she spoke.

"I've thought about it for a long time, but I feel that Kitahara-sensei has everything he needs, so this is all I can do for you."

Kitahara Hakuba sat in the chair, but found that she was not moving at all, giving the impression that she had become his maid.

"Aren't you going to eat breakfast?"

"I have already eaten."

"Hmm......Can you contact the landlord now?" Kitahara Hakuba poked the center of the fried egg with a fork.

The yolk peeked out from inside.

Saito Haruka's gaze fell on the black lines on the wooden floor. She knew that Kitahara-sensei was not happy when she was with her, and this fact did indeed deal her a rather big blow.

"It's still early, and I'm afraid of disturbing the landlord's rest."

"Then wait for me to come back. I'll arrange a time with them and try to get you checked in today."

Kitahara Hakuba took a bite of the fried egg and found that it was really well cooked, with just the right flavor.

Hearing his slightly lighthearted tone, Saito Harutori cautiously raised her head, pressing her thumb lightly and then firmly as she spoke:

"Teacher Kitahara, have you always disliked me?"

Kitahara Hakuba raised his face somewhat in surprise, while Saito Haruka quickly turned his face away after saying those words, his breath hot against his face.

The sunlight streaming in through the window gradually climbed up the girl's fair and voluptuous legs. Kitahara Hakuba spoke in his usual gentle tone:

"Hate."

"Then why don't you come and bully me? Is it because you're a teacher? Why don't you punish me?" Saito Harutori said, her voice trembling with tears, as if she couldn't bear it any longer.

"You've already left the department, haven't you?"

"That's just because you're a teacher. If you weren't a teacher, couldn't you have done something even more outrageous to me?"

Saito Haruka lowered her head in apparent distress, a thin, transparent film of tears forming on her eyes, and clenched her hands tightly as she spoke.

"I was clearly going to cut off all ties between you and the brass band, but... why... are you still being so nice to me? I'm starting to really don't understand."

Kitahara Hakuba chewed her food gently, seemingly wanting to do something stricter to herself in order to alleviate the cowardly and uneasy guilt in her heart.

However, his tolerance left Saito Harutori with nowhere to vent her guilt.

“Yesterday, Nagase came to talk to me.” Kitahara Hakuba looked away from her and continued eating.

A groan escaped from Saito Harutori's throat.