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"No, the food I heated up is ready." Kitahara Hakuba opened the microwave, pulled out two sheets of paper to insulate it, and placed the food on the table.
"Then what do you say?"
I'll contact you another day.
Kitahara Hakuba isn't really interested in mountaineering anymore.
"Okay, do you know where I live?"
"do not know."
"Then why don't you ask?"
"Very important?"
"...I'm angry, you know?"
Her tone sounded coy and coquettish, which suddenly made Kitahara Hakuba feel a strange sense of shame.
"Sorry, please send it to me."
"Ugh, some guys are really something. They keep saying they want to be in a relationship, but when it's offered to them, they can't hold onto anything and then blame the world for being so cruel..."
Kitahara Hakuba's mind was focused on the sheet music. Listening to her resentful mutterings through the microphone, he asked:
"Huh? What did you say?"
"...I'll send you my address. I'm going to take a shower now, I'll hang up first."
"Oh."
Kitahara Hakuba hung up the phone expressionlessly, then covered his face with his hands. Although his mind was on the sheet music, he had heard Shinomiya Haruka's words clearly.
He just wants to stay at home and have super pretty girls come to his door. Is this dream he's had since he was a child too much to ask for?
—And now there's no doubt, she's definitely trying to seduce me! Although she's no longer a pretty girl, thinking about it carefully, an adult woman isn't bad either!
Kitahara Hakuba crossed his arms. Shinomiya Haruka came from a well-off family, and she was also voluptuous and beautiful. She seemed to have never had a boyfriend, and the two knew each other's personalities quite well...
Wait, how did I actually pick it?
Kitahara Hakuba scratched his head. Right now, all he wanted to do was spend his time on girls to earn money so he could live in a high-rise apartment with large windows and plenty of natural light.
Dating will only distract him.
What worries Kitahara Hakuba the most right now is that he fears the members of the brass band will not be obedient.
The value of a Sapporo University degree for recent graduates is truly worrying.
However, it's still early. The All-Dao Conference is still more than three months away, so we should communicate and observe with them for a while longer.
With that in mind, Kitahara Hakuba quickly finished his leftovers, tied up the trash bag, and placed it at the entrance for easy disposal.
I'll go upstairs to read a book for a while, listen to a music appreciation channel for over an hour, then brush my teeth and go to bed.
Tomorrow will be his first day at work.
Chapter 5.5. No, the girls are too relaxed.
The alarm I set on my phone went off precisely at six o'clock.
Kitahara Hakuba reached out from under the covers to turn off the alarm clock, then glanced at the temperature this morning.
It shows twelve degrees.
After resting with his eyes closed for more than ten seconds, Kitahara Hakuma got up like a wound-up toy, making every move without the slightest hesitation.
First, put on a white striped shirt underneath, then a gray vest, and then put on the knee-length khaki trench coat hanging on the hanger. The pants must be long pants with cotton padding.
After washing up, I went downstairs to fry an egg roll and had a glass of milk. It was a simple breakfast.
A pleasant English announcement came from the phone's speaker. Her sweet voice alone was enough for Kitahara Hakuba to imagine her as a woman with snow-white skin and a delicate face.
After finishing breakfast, I picked up my handbag, went to the entryway to put on my shoes, and found a trash bag, so I took it with me when I left.
When he arrived at the trash can, he paused deliberately for a moment before throwing the trash bag in his right hand into the trash can.
He once threw another bag into the trash bag while holding things with both hands, leaving the trash still in his hands.
The sun came out today, and the clouds that streaked across the horizon were as white as ever. The skirts of the girls' uniforms on the road swelled up with each step of their legs, like breathing.
Once on the tram, Kitahara Hakuba found there was nowhere to sit, so he had to stand, swaying from side to side with the tram.
Get off at Wulingguo Park Station and walk for 15 minutes to reach Shenxu Private High School.
When we arrived at the school gate, it was a little after seven in the morning. The school was still deserted, except for the sports clubs who had already started shouting and exercising on the playground.
"Good morning, Kitahara-sensei~~"
"Well, good morning."
On his way from the school gate to the office building, bold female students would occasionally greet him, and Kitahara Hakuba would respond to each one.
Although he was ridiculed by an unknown girl in the department, most of the girls were very interested in this new instructor of the wind instrument department.
After all, he is good-looking, gentle, and knowledgeable about music.
If it weren't for the unbreakable barrier between teachers and students, he probably would have written just as many love letters.
When they arrived at the office, they found it empty.
The morning meeting at Shenxu Private High School starts at 8:40, so his arrival at school at 7:00 is already unusual.
After taking the key to the "First Music Room" hanging on the wall, Kitahara Hakuba turned and walked towards the club building.
After passing through the elevated walkway, Kitahara Hakuba sighed helplessly.
Quiet... quiet... as quiet as if in mourning.
He arrived early to see how many diligent members of the club were, and how much confidence they could give him for the future.
Unexpectedly, he was the first to arrive.
Upon entering the first music room, which has wooden floors, you must remove your shoes to enter, mostly to ensure the cleanliness and hygiene of the room.
But now, there wasn't even a single boxed lunch at the door, which made Kitahara Hakuba's heart sink.
He took out his key and opened the door. The more than fifty chairs inside were arranged like those in Hakodate City, radiating outwards in a fan shape from the podium.
The walls were covered with certificates, but they were mostly for musical performances that I couldn't name, as well as the best award for the school's cultural festival.
Kitahara Hakuba only recognized one, which was the "All-Kyoto Tournament Bronze Prize," and there were two of them.
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"Are all the cherry blossom trees in Hokkaido planted in Goryokaku?"
This is a question that always arises in Kirishima Mai's heart whenever she passes through Goryokaku.
Every spring, the cherry blossoms here seem to envelop the entire view, and people from the surrounding area come to admire the flowers, including Kirishima Mai.
The sounds of birdsong, the color of cherry blossoms, the dappled sunlight and shadows under the trees—all these left their mark on the depths of her girlish heart.
After strolling around the park for a while, it's time to go to school.
It's still early, so we can practice a little longer in the music classroom.
As usual, Kirishima Mai went to her office to get the key to the music room, only to find that the key, which usually hung obediently waiting for her to pick it up, was gone.
Someone was there before her? How is that possible?
She was somewhat puzzled, but couldn't help quickening her pace.
The school building's exterior walls shimmered white against the clear blue sky. As she walked through the elevated walkway, cherry blossom petals danced in the air, and she heard the melodious strains of a piano.
What a beautiful performance! This might be the most beautiful piano music she had ever heard in her life.
After standing in the elevated corridor for a long time, Kirishima Mai finally walked towards the club building and went up the stairs.
She had no idea when someone like this had appeared in the school, someone who could play the piano so beautifully.
The stairwell was warm and cozy in the sunlight. Just as she noticed that the piano music was coming from the first music room, the music stopped abruptly.
Just like a bustling sea that suddenly becomes empty and lifeless.
As she walked through the shaded corridor, Kirishima Mai noticed a pair of shoes neatly arranged in front of the first music room.
who is it?
Nagase-senpai?
Besides her, I don't think anyone else could play it so well, right?
After hesitating for a moment, Kirishima Mai reached out and carefully and gently opened the door, trying not to make a sound.
The black grand piano sat at the far left as always, while the performer sat beside the rolled-up white curtains.
Even when he was sitting, you could still tell that he was tall and slender with a handsome profile.
When she got up, Kirishima Mai finally saw his face clearly.
Kitahara-sensei?
"Hmm? Finally, someone's here?"
Kitahara Hakuba caught a glimpse of a door ajar, through which a girl peered furtively.
Upon being discovered, Kirishima Mai blushed like a naughty child caught in the act, bent down slightly to take off her shoes, and stepped onto the wooden floor with her feet covered in white socks.
"Teacher Kitahara, you play the piano so beautifully." Kirishima Mai stood there somewhat shyly, her fingers nervously fighting each other behind her back.
"Thanks--"
Kitahara Hakuba smiled at her.
"In college, my major required me to master a musical instrument. I studied the piano, but I haven't played it in a long time and I've become quite rusty."
Kirishima Mai blinked her big eyes, raised her hand, and clapped silently.
"Amazing--"
"So, are you the only one who arrived this early? Where are the others? Don't they practice before the early shift meeting?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.
"Huh? I thought you knew, teacher."
"......"
She didn't realize her surprise, but it made Kitahara Hakuba blush.