I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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As the girl introduced the specialties of her hometown, Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but show a gentle expression, smiling as he said:

"Come in and talk. WeChat? Fun~Novel' 'Updates~Fastest'?"

"Well--"

Yuka Isomoto blushed, spat out a mouthful of saliva, but still nodded and said, "Sorry to bother you."

Kitahara Hakuba said dismissively:

"No, other people might find it bothersome, but if it's Isomoto-kun, I'm probably already used to it."

9

These words may have been unintentional on Kitahara-sensei's part, but they made Isomoto Yuka's heart race, her cheeks flush slightly, and her fingers gripping the red plastic bag tighter.

"Give it to me." Kitahara Hakuba stretched out both hands to take her bag.

However, hand-to-hand contact is essential during the handover process.

Yuka Isomoto's hands were even hotter than Kitahara Hakuba had expected; it seemed Hakuba was worried she'd catch a cold.

"It's really heavy."

Kitahara Hakuba felt the heavy weight of one of the bags, all because of the small pumpkins inside.

Hiroka Isomoto clasped her hands behind her back, watching him rummage through the produce in the bag, and said with some worry:

"Are these things okay?"

"kindness?"

Kitahara Hakuba looked at her with a puzzled expression, then smiled.

"Of course, please thank your parents for me. If I have time next time I go home, I will definitely pay them a visit." Yuka Isomoto's face instantly turned red, and she raised her hand to pinch her earlobe, saying:

"It's alright, as long as Kitahara-sensei likes it, we should be thanking you."

Seeing that the gift had been delivered, Kitahara Hakuba felt embarrassed to let her leave immediately.

"Sit down, let me pour you some water."

Yuka Isomoto hesitated for a moment. Logically speaking, she should have left immediately after the delivery was completed.

It's already a little past ten o'clock.

But before coming, she thought long and hard about what to wear, and she really didn't want to leave like this.

I was thinking it would be cold tonight, so I would just wear jeans out.

But for some reason, I felt that since I was going to Kitahara-sensei's house, I should at least wear a skirt to look better.

A white pleated skirt I bought not long ago will come in handy; it was quite expensive.

Yuka Isomoto sat on the sofa and looked down, only to find that a lot of her white thighs were exposed, almost reaching her groin.

Even though I was wearing something underneath, I still felt a little ashamed.

Does Kitahara-sensei think that dressing like this is unfashionable?

"I remember the school's sports festival is at the end of the month, right?" he said, bringing over a water glass.

Yuka Isomoto nodded quickly: "Yes, the sports festival is at the end of the month."

“Isomoto-kun should have signed up, right? With your abilities.” Kitahara Hakuba sat down opposite her, carrying a plastic chair.

The girl in front of me is someone who can hold her own against the track and field team.

Yuka Isomoto subconsciously tightened her legs together, like two tender lotus leaves pressed tightly together, the faint dark color seeming to tell an unobservable secret.

"Yes, I've signed up for the borrowed item race."

Am I wearing this dress because I want him to see it, or because I don't want him to see it?

Realizing this, Yuka Isomoto relaxed again, opening up gently and naturally like a flower petal just beginning to bloom in spring.

She didn't open it too wide, maintaining the most basic reserve of a young girl.

It's all over. If my parents knew I was doing this, they would be furious.

Kitahara Hakuba naturally noticed some subtle movements in Isomoto Yuka's legs, the slight opening and closing deliberately carrying a hint of unintentional laziness.

She appeared so innocent, yet she exuded an indescribable tension.

Out of instinct and due to his position, Kitahara Hakuba did indeed steal a few glances.

It's the same color as the white pleated skirt.

In the challenge of not looking under a girl's skirt, I achieved a good score of two seconds.

"Remember to keep warm and protect yourself from the wind and cold that day, as it's easy to catch a cold during this seasonal change," Kitahara Hakuba reminded.

“Yes.” Yuka Isomoto nodded.

No, Kitahara-sensei won't even look at it. He probably thinks I'm such a weird girl.

To minimize the damage, Yuka Isomoto closed her legs under her skirt, creating a subtle shadow that extended down to the bottom of the skirt, forming a hidden dividing line.

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Kitahara Hakuba's gaze returned to the agricultural products she had brought, and he said with a smile:

"When I took the Shinkansen back, I should have passed through your hometown, isn't it called Hōda Village?"

Upon hearing the name of her hometown, Yuka Isomoto's face lit up, and she said excitedly:

"Yes! That's my hometown! You've met me, Kitahara-sensei?"

"Yes, there are many neat farmlands, and the coastal area is very beautiful, making it a great place for taking photos."

"Right, right! But it looks beautiful, it's such a hassle during harvest season every year. I have to help my family all summer, and there's nowhere to go to play. Plus, I get really tanned!"

She was complaining, but her rosy cheeks showed she was very happy.

“But you’re very fair-skinned right now,” Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile.

Even wearing a white pleated skirt won't look out of place.

"Hehe, actually they all say my skin recovers very well, and it will be back to its original white color in one or two weeks."

Yuka Isomoto placed her hands on her thighs, shrank her shoulders slightly in embarrassment, and swayed her upper body back and forth slightly.

"This is the only thing I have back in my hometown that they envy."

Kitahara Hakuba initially thought that Yuka's arrival would be a hassle, but perhaps he was overthinking it. Being able to chat with a girl like her is also an option.

Next, he consulted with Yuka Isomoto on how to make these agricultural products taste better.

The girl spoke eloquently, mentioning things like how Aomori black garlic is actually sweet, which taught Kitahara Hakuba many things he had never known before.

When they had nothing left to say, Yuka Isomoto finally suggested going home.

"Shall I take you there?"

Kitahara Hakuba picked up the coat from the hanger and said.

The words "no need" were about to slip out when Yuka Isomoto swallowed them back down.

She was able to spend time alone with Mr. Kitahara today because of her connection with agricultural products, but she may not have such a good opportunity in the future.

"Teacher Kitahara isn't changing his pants?" Yuka Isomoto tilted her head in confusion.

Kitahara Hakuba was still wearing his pajamas, with a coat over his shoulders but still pajama bottoms.

"No need, we live quite close by, we don't need to take a ride."

Looking at her innocent smile, Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but ask:

"what happened?"

"No, it's just that I was a little surprised that Kitahara-sensei can be so casual."

“I might be different at school and outside.” Kitahara Hakuba put a finger to his lips and smiled. “I hope I can keep this a secret from Isogen-kun.”

Yuka Isomoto's eyes flickered slightly, and a hint of joy quietly overflowed in her gaze:

"kindness!"

"Thank you."

"Thank you, I'll accept this."

Kitahara Hakuba looked at her with some surprise, but all he got in return was a face full of joy.

The streets of Hakodate are quiet at night, with only the occasional breeze that stirs up a few fallen leaves that gently tumble across the road.

Yuka Isomoto's pleated skirt folds smoothly from her waist to her thighs, and whenever the wind blows, she instinctively covers her skirt.

"arrive."

We arrived at the apartment building where she lived.

"Thank you, Kitahara-sensei."

Yuka Isomoto stood there looking at him, her inner emotions overflowing, telling her that she didn't want to leave.

"Go on up, I'm going back too."

"Teacher Kitahara."

Yuka Isomoto suddenly grabbed his coat sleeve and took a deep breath, as if to encourage herself.

He looked up at him and said,

Will I ever see you again after I graduate high school?

A vending machine downstairs in the apartment building was emitting cheap light, and as they were talking, one of the lights in the apartment building went out.

“Of course, you can do it even after you graduate from university,” Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile.

Yuka Isomoto lowered her eyelids, her delicate fingers tugging at his cuffs to create wrinkles:

"I don't want to be separated from you, Kitahara-sensei. Why does time pass so quickly?"

Kitahara Hakuba sighed deeply, seemingly troubled, then, as if to compose themselves, he spoke in one breath,

"It's not like we'll never see each other again. It's only September, why are you already thinking about what will happen after graduation?"