I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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His words undoubtedly excited the members again, and they all looked at each other in disbelief.

Many people have begun to feel that although Kitahara-sensei is strict, he is actually kind-hearted despite his sharp tongue.

Not long ago, he said he wouldn't go to the music festival if the ensemble performance didn't work out, but as soon as the ensemble performance was over, he said the performance uniforms had already arrived at the school!

Humph! That's so mean!

Chapter 49. I have a treasure to show you.

The stage costumes for the wind instrument performance, custom-made by Shenxu Private High School, are dresses that fit the curves of a young girl's figure. The blue and white colors evoke the image of the sky.

The skirt was even shorter than the school uniform, just enough to reveal her fair thighs when she sat on the chair. Combined with the matching white calf socks, it gave her the impression of a pure and innocent young girl.

However, because it is a uniform, members are not allowed to cut or alter the clothing themselves.

In the women's locker room for a year, some girls would carefully cut open the packaging with an art knife, while others would use brute force to tear the packaging bags open.

"Why does this area feel... a bit flat?"

Kuno Tachibana stood in the locker room, bowing his head and patting his chest with both hands.

She could feel a large amount of air escape into her armpit with each pat.

"That's because your breasts are too small and can't fill them out. To be honest, are you exaggerating your measurements?"

Holding the uniform in her hand, Misaki Nagasawa mercilessly exposed the secret within.

“Yu and Kirishima are just right, they can definitely handle it.”

After saying this, Kuno Tachibana looked at Kirishima Mai and the other girl who were zipping up their dresses; the dresses fit the girls' figures very well.

Her full breasts looked like they contained round papayas, her waist was incredibly slender, her skirt was so short that you couldn't see her underwear, and her legs were so white they looked like they had been frosted.

Strange? Where did this teenage idol come from?

"Kirishima, why do you look so lecherous?" Kuno Tachibana said, squinting his eyes, somewhat unconvinced.

Kirishima Mai paused, one arm supporting her chest, the other gently tugging at her skirt, her legs pressed together, her face flushed, and said:

"I can't do anything about it; the minister doesn't allow alterations to skirts without permission."

However, her actions seemed even more lewd to Kuno Tachibana.

It's unclear where this rule originated, but the girls in a marching band must wear short skirts, the purpose of which is to show off their fair and tender thighs and beautiful figures as much as possible.

Just like how girls who play tennis have to wear short skirts, it makes it impossible to concentrate on tennis.

Goto Yu sat on the bench in the locker room, his lower thighs pressed against the leather seat.

"This is the first time I've ever worn such a short skirt... It feels... weird."

Kuno Tachibana pursed his lips, his chest wrinkles filling the depths of his cleavage.

"Please, short skirts are cute! This perfect length is so eye-catching! And since I'll be wearing safety shorts, it won't matter if anyone sees me."

"Girls will still feel shy if their skirts are seen up, it has nothing to do with safety shorts," said Miya Nagasawa, arms crossed.

"No, there's nothing to be ashamed of."

As if to prove something, Kuno Tachibana lifted her skirt with both hands while speaking, revealing extremely simple black safety shorts underneath.

"Look, not shy at all."

"Eh--!"

Goto Yu quickly raised her hand to cover her face, but driven by curiosity, she couldn't resist peeking through her fingers.

Even Kirishima Mai was shocked by her boldness, and her ears turned bright red with embarrassment.

"Look, look, it's just safety shorts, and they're terribly ugly. How could anyone be interested in that?" Kuno Tachibana maintained her skirt-lifting posture, which was extremely indecent.

Miyako Nagasawa raised an eyebrow and said defiantly:

"Are you stupid? It's only because we're all girls that you're not embarrassed. Try lifting it up in front of a boy and see what happens?"

"What's so difficult about that? I'll just choose Kitahara-sensei. The other boys are too good for them."

Kuno Tachibana shrugged speechlessly, thinking they were overthinking things and placing too much importance on a young girl's modesty.

"Fine, if I do it, you have to buy me a bubble tea."

“Sure, if you dare to lift the lid, I’ll treat you.” Nagasawa Miya nodded in agreement. “But if you don’t dare, you’ll have to treat the three of us to drinks.”

"W-Isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Goto Yu said, her face flushed. "And one cup versus three cups..."

“It’s alright, I’ll just treat her to three drinks,” Nagasawa Miya said.

“What’s wrong with it? Kitahara-sensei might even want to see it, but he’s too embarrassed to say so because of his status,” Kuno Tachibana said with a sneer, pulling Nagasawa Miya away.

Kirishima Mai finally understood why Kuno Tachibana's chest was empty—it was completely filled with invisible bamboo.

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"The organizers sent me the performance order list today. Shenxu Private High School is ranked sixteenth, one after Asahikawa High School."

In the corridor, Kitahara Hakuba, who was chatting with Shinomiya Haruka who had come to give guidance, said this.

"Huh? It's ranked after Asahikawa?" Shinomiya Haruka raised her eyebrows, revealing a playful smile.

"Yeah, to be honest, the pressure is pretty high."

Kitahara Hakuba gave a wry smile, and the coffee in his hand tasted even more bitter.

Asahikawa High School was the Hokkaido high school representative last year, and they are quite strong, winning the gold medal at the national competition.

This year, most people believe that the schools representing Hokkaido in the national tournament will likely be Asahikawa High School and Tokai High School, which is almost the dominant force.

Although the Sapporo music festival has no real impact on participating in the national and district-level competitions, performing after the strong competitors is undoubtedly a significant blow to morale and puts immense psychological pressure on them.

Seeing his frustrated expression, like a boss blocking the newbie village, Shinomiya Haruka couldn't help but laugh:

"What? Losing confidence?"

"Personally, I don't care. I can handle it no matter what. After all, the goal is the national competition. I'm just worried that the students will be affected."

Kitahara Hakuba waved his coffee, looking at the sports club members who were training on the playground even on their rest day, and said...

"It's alright, you did your best." Shinomiya Haruka gave a knowing smile. "Besides, you should think of the girls in the club as stronger."

Just then, the sound of shoes rubbing against the corridor was heard.

"Teacher Kitahara, ah, and Teacher Shinomiya—"

The two turned their heads at the same time and saw Kuno Tachibana and Nagasawa Miya walking over. One was wearing a blue and white band uniform, and the other was still in her school uniform.

Wow, Kuno-san, you look so...beautiful!

Haruka Shinomiya looks at the girl in front of her with a smile, but she can't help but be drawn to her sagging breasts.

What style is this?

Facing her older sister, with whom she shared a similar personality, Kuno Tachibana smiled happily and said to her:

"Shinomiya-sensei, may I borrow Kitahara-sensei for a moment? You won't be angry, will you?"

"Hmm? You want to borrow Kitahara from me?" Shinomiya Haruka asked curiously, raising her index finger to her cheek. "What do you want to do with him?"

"It's something that can only be done in private!"

"Privately... that is indeed very important, you can borrow it."

Kitahara Hakuba stared blankly at Shinomiya Haruka, who had readily agreed.

—Hey? Aren't you going to ask for my opinion? Am I some kind of cattle or horses that can be sold at any time?

"Teacher Kitahara, could you please come with me?" Kuno Tachibana boldly grabbed Kitahara Hakuba's arm and led him towards the stairwell.

Kitahara Hakuba didn't believe Kuno's confession to him. Although she was bold, she was also reasonable and would never do such a thing.

When they reached the stairwell, Kuno Tachibana looked delighted.

"Teacher, I have a treasure I want to show you."

When Nagasawa Miyako thought of the "black safety shorts" that Kuno Tachibana was talking about, she couldn't help but chuckle.

Chapter 50. I am the one who should feel honored.

The scenery outside the window was shrouded in a hazy orange hue, making the entire school seem as if it were soaking in a can of sugar water.

Kitahara Hakuba wondered what strange things she would bring out.

"What's all this mystery about? Why do we have to come all the way here to see it?" His eyes were filled with calm.

"Uh......"

When he asked that question, Kuno Tachibana's nostrils twitched slightly, and his toenails curled up inside his white indoor shoes.

Something's not right? It seems like there's a problem?

Kuno Tachibana stopped in front of him, her originally relaxed tone suddenly turning shy as she gripped the front of her skirt with both hands:

"Something...that looks rather boring...but should be quite interesting to you..."

Nagasawa Miyako stood aside with her arms crossed, watching the scene like a spectator.

"What is this? Candy? I'm not eating it, you can keep it for yourselves," Kitahara Hakuba said.

"It's not food, it's...it's..."

Kuno Tachibana blushed, a rare sight, giving her a completely different impression from her usual self. Through her hair, one could glimpse the delicate outline of her ear cartilage.

"I...I am...I want to show you..."

Kitahara Hakuba frowned and asked:

"What are you looking at? Show it to me now."

Perhaps due to the pressure and nervousness, her cheeks were flushed, and her fingers gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, as if she wanted to lift it but dared not.

"Well--"

She made a cat-like gurgling sound in her throat, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

For some reason, Nagasawa Miyako next to her smiled smugly.

"Nagasawa-kun, what exactly happened?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.

"It's her—"