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"Once we third-year students leave, will Eto and her classmates be able to keep up with the first-year students?"
Sayaka Akamatsu raised an eyebrow and said dismissively:
"What's the point of thinking about this now? Last year's second-year students didn't know that this year's first-year students would be so strong. Next year's first-year students might be even stronger than Kuno-senpai and the others."
That makes sense, and Yuka Isomoto could only nod in agreement.
"But with Kitahara-sensei around, even the most rebellious students can be taught very well by him."
Sakurako Yukawa laughed cheerfully, saying that she knew Kitahara-sensei's methods all too well, and no girl could withstand them.
Sayaka Akamatsu raised an eyebrow, gave a thumbs-up, and said:
"really."
At this moment, Yukawa Sakurako tilted her head in confusion and said:
"Moonlit night? You look rather pale?"
Chapter 292, Section 291: Clearly, it could have been a secret (4K) >>
Nagase Tsukiyo snapped out of her reverie, raised her hand to stroke her cheek, and said:
"Hmm? No, I think it's fine."
“That’s because you don’t feel it yourself,” Akamatsu Sayaka said.
Hiroka Isomoto asked worriedly, "What's wrong? This morning, Kitahara-sensei said you didn't look well."
"They've arrived?" Akamatsu Sayaka picked up her chopsticks, gesturing them up and down in the air. "Or are you just preoccupied?"
"Take care of yourself," Yukawa Sakurako advised from the side.
Nagase Tsukiyo was speechless and could only nod in acceptance.
At eight o'clock in the morning, the members of the brass band boarded the bus to return to Hokkaido, beginning another journey that would last more than ten hours.
Some members learned from their long journey and bought cushions to put under their buttocks and neck pillows in Utsunomiya.
Kitahara Hakuba got into the car. Just like when he came, everyone's positions were basically the same, and the person sitting next to him was still Saito Harukori.
She was wearing Shenxu's uniform, the skirt of which was shorter than her competition uniform, and white calf socks that revealed her bare thighs.
"Teacher Kitahara, where is Teacher Shinomiya?" She sat down, covering her skirt, her face full of smiles.
"She didn't go back with us." Kitahara Hakuba casually remarked that she smelled very sweet, with a faint milky scent, and her breasts were quite rounded under her uniform.
Like the four palaces, they will overflow.
Saito Harutori, with her hair styled to the side, glanced at Yukawa Sakurako and Akamatsu Sayaka beside her. They were looking at their phones, chatting about something.
She brought her legs together beneath her skirt, turned slightly towards Kitahara Hakuba, and whispered:
"Teacher Kitahara, what were you doing last night?"
?
Kitahara Hakuba frowned, but still pretended to be calm as he glanced at her sideways.
From this angle, her delicate collarbone is clearly visible.
"Of course I'm sleeping."
Saito Haruka just smiled at him, but her ears, faintly visible through her brown hair, were unusually red.
"What's wrong?" Kitahara Hakuba sensed something was amiss.
Last night, he and Shinomiya Haruka were very restrained; apart from the slight sound of their bodies colliding, there was no other sound at all.
Unless someone is extremely perverted, it's still possible for them to put their ear directly to the door to listen.
With a smile in her eyes, Saito Harutori spoke slowly and deliberately in his ear:
"Last night, I saw Yueye in front of your door, seemingly doing something strange."
The soft breath brushed against Kitahara Hakuma's skin like a feather, causing him to involuntarily hold his breath.
What does that mean? Last night, while he was making love with Shinomiya Haruka, Nagase Tsukiyo was eavesdropping at the door?
"Don't talk about things like that."
Kitahara Hakuba tried his best to calm himself down, but the thought that Nagase Tsukiyo, who was usually very well-mannered, would be eavesdropping and doing this kind of thing in front of his door kept him in turmoil.
This contrast made the blood in his veins surge like a cheetah on the African savanna.
Another Kitahara Hakuba in his mind whispered enticingly, "I want to see it, I really want to see it."
Saito Harutori gently stroked the outside of his thigh with her little finger, and the faint fragrance emanating from her cherry lips lingered around his nose.
"You can't believe it? But I saw it with my own eyes last night."
Kitahara Hakuba was at a loss for how to react, so much so that he ignored the tingling sensation on his thigh.
While he was making love with his girlfriend, the Hakodate heiress who was usually so dignified and polite in front of him was doing this kind of thing at the door.
However, a sudden surge of reason, without any apparent cause, extinguished the lustful thoughts within him.
No, he'd rather believe Saito Haruka did such a thing at his door than Nagase Tsukiyo did it. Seeing Kitahara Hakuba suddenly calm down, Saito Haruka, who had been constantly bothering him with her little finger, stopped and placed her hands on her thighs, saying:
“I know you don’t believe me, but she was terrified when I found her. She was so scared that she fell down the stairs. You can go and check if there are any injuries on her knees.”
Kitahara Hakuba took a deep breath and managed to suppress the rage within him through sheer willpower.
"And you? What are you going to do?"
His slightly cold gaze fell on Saito Haruka, causing her to immediately tighten her legs as if nothing could penetrate them.
Saito Harutori's throat twitched slightly:
“When I saw that Yueye was not there, I went to many places but could not find her. Finally, I thought that she might have gone to look for you.”
"That's it?" Kitahara Hakuba was still somewhat incredulous that Saito Harukori's motives could be so simple.
"Yes, I was really scared when I saw her like that."
Seeing her serious expression, Kitahara Hakuba had no choice but to look away.
He really wanted to check if Nagase Tsukiyo's legs were injured, but looking at them now would be no different from being a pervert.
But the image of the girl's beautiful, slender legs always lingered in his mind, making Kitahara Hakuba feel somewhat ashamed.
"Teacher Kitahara Ichi"
Saito Harutori spoke again, but this time in a softer voice and with greater caution.
Kitahara Hakuma glanced at her, his gaze lingering on the gap between her thighs.
The shadows were gently shielded by the light, forming a deep and tranquil dark area that extended all the way to the bottom of the girl's skirt.
“Actually, Tsukiyo likes you too. She really couldn’t help herself last night. Don’t be angry with her,” Saito Harutori said in a murmured voice.
Kitahara Hakuba stared at his phone without changing his expression, not paying any attention to the current affairs news on it.
He wasn't stupid; he knew perfectly well which girls had feelings for him. But knowing was one thing, and saying it out loud was another.
Kitahara Hakuba let out a soft sigh, unconsciously glancing at Saito Haruka's profile. Beneath her pert nose were small, seemingly soft lips.
Even a light bite feels like it's overflowing with honey.
Why would she say something like that? What good would it do her? Why tell him when she could have kept it to herself?
"Speaking of which, what were you and Mr. Shinomiya doing inside?"
Saito Haruka gently stroked a strand of hair with her fingertips as she spoke softly.
"Was she doing those things? Hmm." It must be, otherwise Tsukiyo wouldn't have done that.
Kitahara Hakuba tried his best to keep his voice down, after all, they were on a bus, but thankfully it had only been a short while since they started their journey, and the carriage was still a bit noisy.
“What do you want to say?” he asked.
Saito Harutori pursed her lips, rubbing her cherry-red fingernails as she said:
"What's the difference between me and Shinomiya? We're about the same size. What she can do, I can do too. What she can't do, I can do as well. Even if I can't do it, I can learn."
This statement completely baffled Kitahara Hakuba. It essentially meant, "No matter what it is, she can play with it. If Shinomiya won't agree to it, I can."
Kitahara Hakuba suddenly felt parched. Saito and Shinomiya were about the same size, but the former definitely had the advantage of age.
Wait a minute? What is he thinking?
If Shinomiya doesn't agree, he can get her to agree by just pleading and cajoling. How could he possibly fantasize about doing those things with Saito Haruka?
How is this any different from an animal that only wants to love?
Kitahara Hakuba shook his head and said:
"I don't want you to do anything, I just hope you can get into Dongyin University first."
Chapter 293, 292. More important than a young girl's poise is... (5K)
The bus sped along the northeastern expressway.
After nearly seven hours of travel, the group arrived in Aomori City for lunch around 2 PM.
Kitahara Hakuba was unsettled. As soon as he got off the bus, he went to look at Nagase Tsukiyo's legs to see if they had any scars as Saito Harukori had said.
Her jade-like feet were clad in black loafers and white lace socks. On her beautiful legs, a medical bandage was prominently displayed on her right knee.
Could it be that what Saito Harukori said was true? Nagase Tsukiyo actually did that kind of thing in front of his door? And she was so scared when she was discovered that she tripped and fell?
But such fair and beautiful legs have a flaw! It's simply unacceptable!
Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but feel sorry for her. It would take some time for her to recover, so it seemed he would have to treat the band-aid on the girl's leg as a kind of fun on a daily basis.
"Well"
Nagase Tsukiyo seemed a little reserved as soon as she got off the train.
She always felt that Mr. Kitahara was looking at her legs, and she could sense his distress from his gaze.
Is he concerned about himself?
She tried to subtly meet Kitahara Hakuba's gaze, hoping to sense some kind of affection in his eyes, but instead, she found that he looked away and was chatting with Kanzaki Eri.
Hui Li seemed very happy, with a faint smile on her lips.