I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"Sunny, sunny bird!"

Akamatsu Sayaka gasped as she gazed at the two beautiful mounds about to burst forth, then looked down at her own, finding them considerably less impressive.

"So big!"

Saito Haruka smiled nonchalantly, pulling her skirt up to cover her pink underwear:

"I don't really have any adjectives to describe Sayaka."

"I think 'big' is already a compliment for a girl! And she even has a little black mole! I'm going to have a nosebleed!" Akamatsu Sayaka covered her nose, making a dramatic gesture of spitting blood.

Yuka Isomoto's gaze couldn't help but fall on Haruka Saito's breasts, which appeared more rounded and full compared to other girls.

She exudes such femininity; it would be a lie to say I'm not envious, and I even wish I could become like her.

She sighed unconsciously. Although hers wasn't very small, if she were to rub it, he would probably prefer the kind that resembled a clear bird.

Even her beautiful legs can't compare to Tsukiyo's, and she can't match Eri's cuteness.

In what ways can I be better than them?

Thinking of this, Yuka Isomoto raised her hand and gently pinched her buttocks, which were very bouncy.

"Alright, alright, stop acting crazy and get down to business!"

A sudden remark from Suzuki Yoshie startled Isomoto Yuka, who thought that Suzuki Yoshie had seen right through her.

But when she looked up, she found that she had pinched a handful of the tender flesh on Akamatsu Sayaka's waist, and offered her hand, saying:

"Hurry up and tie it for me."

She was holding a black rubber band in her hand; according to the rules, all long hair had to be tied into a ponytail.

Yuka Isomoto breathed a sigh of relief and continued to put on her uniform with a flushed face.

Akamatsu Sayaka was completely at ease, standing there in just her underwear and helping her tie her clothes.

At that moment, Nagase Tsukiyo, who had already changed into her competition uniform and was focused on tying her neckerchief, was gently tapped on the shoulder.

She turned her head and saw that it was Eri Kanzaki.

"Moonlight, help me tie it." Her voice was very gentle.

Looking at the black rubber band in Eri's palm, Nagase Tsukiyo hesitated for a moment, a question rising in her mind, but she still turned around and took the rubber band.

The doll girl in front of her consciously turned her back to look at her.

Nagase Tsukiyo reached out and touched Eri's hair; it felt soft and smooth to the touch.

"Eri: Aren't you going to see Kitahara-sensei?" she finally asked softly.

Last time, Eri had Kitahara-sensei help her tie her ponytail.

Nagase Tsukiyo gathered her long hair, her fingers running through the girl's hair, slowly combing and tying it up. (First release by Jingwu Xiaoshuiwang)

"There might not be another chance," Eri Kanzaki murmured, gazing at the pattern on the tatami mat.

Nagase Tsukiyo's fingers lingered on the ends of her hair for a moment, knowing that Eri meant "we may not have the chance to tie our hair in a ponytail anymore," not Kitahara-sensei.

"Okay, Eri's single ponytail is beautiful."

"Thank you."

Eri Kanzaki raised her hand to touch her tied-up long hair, then turned to look at her:

"Moonlight, would you like some?"

Nagase Tsukiyo was taken aback by Eri's words, stared in disbelief, and finally nodded.

However, before they could even begin tying them up, Saito Haruka suddenly appeared beside them, smiling happily and saying:

"If Eri helps me tie it up, I'll help Tsukiyo tie it up, okay?"

Neither of them objected to her suggestion, and soon the scene appeared where Eri was standing behind Haruna, and Haruna was standing behind Tsukiyo with her hair in a ponytail.

"What's this? A train with a single ponytail?" Sayaka Akamatsu tilted her head in confusion, then walked forward with a grin and said, "I want one too!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she came to Nagase Tsukiyo's side.

Suzuki Yoshie followed suit. Yukawa Sakurako initially thought it was too childish and didn't want to do it, but since they were all doing it, she had no choice but to go along with them.

When Amemori, who usually wears a single ponytail, returned from the washbasin, she found that her friends in the room had formed a train of girls with ponytails.

"How about we help each other put on our calf socks too? It'll show how deep our friendship is."

I think it's better to wear your own socks:

"Actually, I've wanted to ask this for a long time: why do we always wear white calf socks in every competition?"

"Didn't you already say it was for the sake of unification?"

"Then why not wear black calf socks? I have a lot of those socks, but white socks get dirty too easily, and the front gets a little yellowish if you're not careful."

"Maybe white will look more youthful, and besides, no one will see it if it's hidden inside the shoe."

"You'll have to make these for your boyfriend eventually, right?"

"Sayaka, what nonsense are you talking about?"

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Around 7:20 a.m., the bus stopped in front of the hotel, and the students from the Shenxu Wind Instrument Club who were participating in the competition changed into their uniforms.

Many people stopped to watch, feeling the youthful energy emanating from the girls, whose uniform white knee-high socks complemented their long skirts.

"Where's Kitahara-sensei? Why isn't he here yet? It's so late."

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"It doesn't start until nine o'clock. It's less than twenty minutes from here to the Utsunomiya City Cultural Center, so there's definitely enough time."

"I always feel like my body will get diarrhea at crucial moments: I had it during the last sports festival."

"Pah, ptah, ptah, shut up, shut up, shut up."

Just as the girls were chatting amongst themselves, gasps of surprise suddenly came from other girls around them.

Kitahara Hakuma emerged from the hotel dressed in a well-tailored tuxedo. The dark fabric accentuated his tall and straight figure, and a delicate silver brooch adorned his chest.

With its smooth shoulder line and cinched waist, every inch exudes elegance.

But what's even more astonishing is his handsome appearance.

His thin lips were slightly pursed beneath his nose, and a dreamy smile always lingered at the corners of his mouth. Every step he took exuded confidence and composure.

"Who is this guy? He's so handsome!"

"A commander? And so young? That's outrageous!"

The gasps of surprise from those who had stopped instantly rose up and spread through the crowd like ripples on a lake.

However, Kitahara Hakuba, having experienced the gasps of surprise during three races, was already used to it and went straight to his teammates.

His presence instantly elevated the level of the Shenxu Wind Ensemble.

"Teacher Kitahara is so handsome! Super handsome!" Sayaka Akamatsu immediately began praising him, which drew support from the club members.

"Teacher Kitahara is the most handsome guy! He has completely captured our hearts!"

"Hahaha, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"Really! I really, really love Kitahara-sensei, okay? You don't? If you don't like him, you'll have to accept the consequences!"

"I surrender! I love it! Of course I love it! My brain and my heart! Every organ in my body is saying that I love Kitahara-sensei~~~!"

"Damn it, we need a car going 120 mph!"

The girls who liked him exclaimed in surprise, which made everyone around them laugh.

However, the girls who truly loved him remained silent, gazing at him with hearts full of longing, keeping their feelings hidden deep inside, unwilling to share them with anyone.

"Alright, everyone quiet down."

Kitahara Hakuba raised his hands, and the chattering club members reflexively shut their mouths.

His gaze was gentle yet powerful, and his voice, deep and magnetic, emanated from his throat.

"Everyone, this day has finally come. You've probably heard enough words of comfort. Let's give it our all."

The members, who were joking just a moment ago, suddenly became extremely serious and shouted in unison:

"Yes!"

Sakurako Yukawa shouted loudly:

"Now board the bus in an orderly fashion! Everyone should take their belongings with them! Don't waste time turning back halfway!"

The members boarded the bus one by one, and Kitahara Hakuba got on as well.

This time, however, it was Kawakami Sakura sitting next to him. Although Saito Haruko really wanted to sit with him, she understood that it was the national tournament and it would be better for the captain to be next to the teacher.

"Teacher Kitahara, this outfit is really beautiful."

Sakurako Yukawa's tone was more restrained than usual, her legs were dignifiedly together, as if Kitahara Hakuma had changed his personality simply by changing his clothes.

"is it?"

This was bought by Shinomiya Haruka; in her opinion, a dress can only be worn once.

“Yes, it perfectly matches Kitahara-sensei’s temperament!” Yukawa Sakurako said.

Kitahara Hakuba lowered his head, looking at the tuxedo, and said:

"I bought this specifically for the National Conference. I wouldn't feel uncomfortable wearing it in a concert hall, but I felt really uncomfortable just now."

"Oh, oh—" Sakurako Yukawa nodded with a smile, looking ahead.

Kitahara-sensei was still the Kitahara-sensei she knew, not at all old-fashioned.

Unlike the lively atmosphere before boarding, the bus was now unusually quiet, and everyone had something on their mind.

Some members looked out the window, their faces pale, muttering something repeatedly; upon closer listening, it was clear they were listening to music.

For these third-year students, today is their last match, and the thought of it makes them feel bitter.

If it weren't for Kitahara-sensei, their participation in the All-Do Tournament would have already ended.

This time, I not only need to give myself an explanation, but also give an explanation to Mr. Kitahara.