I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Kuno Tachibana glanced around at the gazes directed at him, and said with a slight frown:

"What? To be honest, without Kitahara-sensei, we can't even grasp the details. The ensemble is completely ineffective and a waste of time."

Suddenly, a girl's groans came from inside the club, mixed with sobs.

"Sigh, Isogen-senpai is crying again. How are we supposed to play together in this state?" Kuno Tachibana gently bit his lip, a lump of anger stuck in his thin chest.

She wasn't angry because she couldn't play in unison; she was purely angry at the "culprit" that had created this atmosphere in the club.

And feel angry.

However, for some unknown reason, this anger only grew stronger, and there was nowhere for it to be vented.

Saito Haruka's gaze fell on Isomoto Yuka, who was supporting herself with a euphonium in one hand and wiping away tears repeatedly with the other. The girl behind her gently handed her a tissue.

Her crying immediately made the atmosphere in the department even more somber, and everyone lowered their heads, feeling depressed.

Saito Haruki never expected that the atmosphere in the brass band would change so drastically just because Kitahara Hakuba was gone for a day.

It seems that no matter how bad she does, she can never go back to the way things were before.

The pillar of the band has, without anyone noticing, changed.

"Teacher Kitahara......Won't he take this opportunity to abandon us?" a girl playing the tuba suddenly asked.

As soon as Hu uttered those words, the sound of girls sobbing rose and fell throughout the first music classroom, and even the boys lowered their heads sullenly.

For them, nothing could be more painful than this, especially for second and third-year students who are even more uneasy after experiencing last year's events.

"Don't overthink it!"

The third-year trumpet section leader, Amamori, stood up. The girl's tall figure stood out among the group of seated students, and there were still traces of her eyes from rubbing them hard.

"All we can do is practice hard during this time! Kitahara-sensei will definitely come back! Don't compare him to that Otaki! He's much better than that Otaki guy!"

Kuno Tachibana was sitting next to her, and his voice was so loud that she couldn't help but squint and cover her ears.

These words made the club members turn their faces away in embarrassment. Looking at the flushed Amemori, Yuuka Sakurako felt a surge of suppressed anger in her chest, clenched her fists, stood up, and said:

"Everyone, this time it's our turn to support Mr. Kitahara. Before, I wasn't sure if Mr. Kitahara really wanted to leave, but thinking about it carefully, he's worked very hard here. He could have left for a better school, but he's stayed with us for so long..."

In short, in order for Kitahara-sensei to return at any time, everyone should be in top form. Being in top form might be impossible, but we can't be like we are today, where I, as the department head, am completely unreliable. Even so, please support each other and move forward! Trust Kitahara-sensei! Please!

After Minister Yuchuan finished speaking, he bowed his head and pleaded earnestly. The members of the department did not know how to react and looked at each other.

"Since Minister Yuchuan has said so, as the head of the voice section, I should express my opinion."

Watanabe Hama stood up, holding the bassoon, and bowed slightly to Yukawa Sakurako with a serious expression.

Seeing the group leader stand up, Kana Eto and Mai Kirishima, who were playing the oboe, followed suit and bowed.

Before long, the section leaders stood up one by one, which gradually evolved into everyone standing up.

Seeing that the members around them had all stood up, the members of the bass section also stood up.

Saito Haruka leaned her slender waist against the lectern, one arm crossed, gazing at her club members. The off-white curtains, like her heart, swayed timidly and uneasily in the wind.

Then, a tidal wave of regret surged towards her.

His despicable behavior not only served no purpose, but also solidified Kitahara Hakuba's position in the hearts of the brass band members, deepening their sense of dependence on him.

Upon realizing this, Saito Haruka froze, feeling a numbness spreading from the top of her head to her fingertips.

She felt helpless and couldn't help but smile bitterly at her own despicable act of taking advantage of Yuka.

?

The ensemble performance by the wind section was temporarily suspended, and the individual sections returned to their practice sessions.

Saito Haruka returned to the bass section's practice room, where Isomoto Yuka walked in, sobbing. She sat down without saying a word, her eyes red.

The other members surrounded her to comfort her, saying...

"It's not your fault that things turned out this way; it's all the fault of the person who spread the rumors."

"Hmm...::::" Seeing her like this, Saito Haruka's mood became even more gloomy.

I must be so stupid, but I'm so lonely. I want to be needed. Did I really do something wrong?

"Sunny Bird".

At that moment, a beautiful figure appeared at the door of the practice room with her arms crossed; she was someone who would never appear in the brass section building.

"Moonlit night..."

Looking at the girl at the door, a look of panic flashed across Saito Harutori's face.

Chapter 109, Section 108: No one leaves until they explain themselves clearly (4K)

Everyone in the practice room noticed Nagase Tsukiyo.

The girl's exquisitely beautiful face and shapely, long legs always leave a deep impression; even her posture is like a work of art.

Yuka Isomoto stopped crying instantly and watched Tsukiyo Nagase walk into the practice room.

Saito Harutori quickly put on a gentle smile, stood up while holding her euphonium, and said:

"Moonlit Night, it's been so long since you left the club. I'm so happy to see you here."

"You're celebrating too soon," Nagase Tsukiyo said sternly.

Saito Harutori's smile seemed a little unnatural as she tilted her head slightly and said, "What... what does this mean?"

You know exactly what I mean.

Nagase Tsukiyo frowned slightly, glancing at the other voice members out of the corner of her eye, and her tone softened considerably.

"Pack your things and come with me now."

Saito Harutori hugged the silver euphonium tightly, pursed her lips, and asked, "Where to?"

"Don't ask, just come with me." Nagase Tsukiyo's gaze pierced straight into her as she spoke.

Saito Harutori's neck twitched almost imperceptibly as she sat back down and said...

"We're practicing our vocal parts right now, we can talk about it later. Oh, I just remembered, the dessert shop in Goryokaku has new items. Let's call Eri to come along, and Yuka too, shall we? Hey?"

Yuka Isomoto blinked her already red and swollen eyes several times. Whether Kitahara-sensei could return was still unknown.

She was in no mood for dessert.

Although she explained to the school that she had not had a relationship with Kitahara Hakuba, it was a good thing that the police were not involved.

However, private schools that place great importance on their reputation are still under investigation.

"I'm not going..." Yuka Isomoto's forehead rested against the brass pipe, reflecting her terrible complexion.

“I see…: Then we’ll have to call Eri.” Saito Harutori said.

Nagase Tsukiyo took a deep breath, her chest swelling slightly, and said with dissatisfaction:

"What are you talking about? Didn't you hear me tell you to come with me? Why do I always have to explain myself clearly?"

"Because I really don't understand what 'moonlit night' means."

Saito Haruki adjusted the tukulele, and in that instant, a chilling touch unexpectedly swept across her neck from the mouthpiece.

Nagase Tsukiyo's gaze suddenly sharpened:

"It's related to Kitahara-sensei, do you understand now?"

Saito Haruka involuntarily brought her legs together, glancing warily at the floor as she said, "Sorry, I don't understand."

"Haru-tori, hasn't anyone told you that you're a coward? You're so easy to spot when you do something wrong," Nagase Tsukiyo said, squinting.

"I'll contact you later if anything comes up." Saito Harutori said with a smile to the bass club members, "Everyone, let's get ready for practice."

"No, you have to come with me now."

Beneath her long, slender eyelashes, Nagase Tsukiyo's jewel-like eyes narrowed.

"It's not too late to apologize now."

"It's been a while since I've praised 'Ode to Joy,' so how about this one?"

Seeing that she looked like she wanted to run away, Nagase Tsukiyo directly reached out her slender fingers, grabbed her wrist, and said:

"Come with me now!"

Saito Haruka's eyes twitched in pain, and she was pulled up from her seat. She had no choice but to kneel down two steps forward while holding her euphonium, but fortunately she managed to stand up.

"No! Moonlit Night, why are you doing this!"

She tried to break free, but Nagase Tsukiyo's other hand grabbed her arm without warning.

"You can't handle anything this way; you'll only make things more chaotic for everyone."

"let me go!"

Saito Haruka frowned deeply, one leg stretched forward and the other backward, forming a triangle with the floor in a certain sense.

"I told you not to do this! I don't want to go! Let go!"

Nagase Tsukiyo held her tightly, her voice growing increasingly urgent as she spoke:

Do you want things to continue like this?

The surrounding club members were stunned by the sudden situation. Not knowing what had happened, no one dared to speak, and they just watched as the two beautiful girls were locked in a stalemate.

"Let go! Don't do this to me!"

Saito Harutori finally managed to break free from her grasp with all her might, swaying backward as the silver-plated euphonium she was holding slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground.

"Ugh!"

At the very moment the euphonium was about to land, both Nagase Tsukiyo and Saito Harukori simultaneously and cowardly closed their eyes, hunched their shoulders, and clenched their fists against their ears.

As the echoes of the resonating tubes faded, everyone watched in disbelief as the brass instruments violently collided with the ground.

Several pieces of paint had chipped off the surface of the euphonium, reflecting the light of the setting sun.

The euphonium's lament brought the farce to a close, and Nagase Tsukiyo and Saito Haruka opened their eyes, looking simultaneously at the silver shards of paint on the ground.

A profound silence enveloped the area, broken only by the arrhythmic sounds of various vocal parts practicing outside.

It feels like this place is a completely different world from the outside.

"I'm sorry... Haruno, I didn't mean to..."