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"Means? What means?"
"Of course, it's that ultimate charm that makes them all infatuated."
Seeing Kana Eto's confused expression, as if asking "What are you talking about?", Kami Takahashi turned to the side and whispered in her ear:
"Didn't you notice that the way those upperclassmen looked at Kitahara-sensei after three years was practically oozing pus?"
Kana Eto raised an eyebrow. "Drooling pus?"
"Oh dear, that's just a more polite way of putting it."
Because it was a public place, Kami Takahashi could only laugh softly.
"It means I really like it."
Kana Eto pressed her legs together tightly. This was no secret in the brass band club; most of the girls in the club had liked Kitahara-sensei to varying degrees.
"So, no matter how rebellious a girl is, she will always become a well-behaved girl in front of the person she likes."
Kami Takahashi spoke from an observer's perspective.
"It seems that Mr. Kitahara is also very willing to use this method to enhance his control over his surroundings, and the effect is very good."
This is why even if Kana Eto doesn't do a good job as club president, it won't affect the club, because Kitahara-sensei wouldn't allow that to happen.
"That's going too far to say that about Kitahara-sensei," said Kana Eto, clearly dissatisfied.
Takahashi Kami glanced at her profile, a slight smile playing on her lips, and whispered:
"Did Kana ever think about having something happen between herself and Kitahara-sensei while she was in charge of the club? And then getting some benefits in return?"
"Huh?" Kana Eto's face flushed red, her fingers on her thigh tightening. "What...what happened?"
"That's it—"
Kami Takahashi continued, pressing her index finger against her lower abdomen, and said...
"Taking advantage of her position, she took off her JK uniform late at night during practice and boldly whispered in his ear, 'This part of Kana's is for Kitahara-sensei only~', and then the two of them broke the taboo:"
,"
Kana Eto's eyes flickered, filled with a hint of shyness and panic, almost as if she were shouting:
"how could it be possible!"
The commuters resting in the carriage cast impatient glances at her, and Kana Eto awkwardly shrugged.
"That's not funny at all!"
He learned his lesson, gritting his teeth and muttering complaints under his breath.
"But in that case, solo performances will be a piece of cake."
"This will absolutely not happen!!!"
Although I said that, the scene that Takahashi Kami described kept popping into my mind.
Ms. Kitahara's gentle and intellectual face, and her long, slender, and well-proportioned hands—hands seemingly born for art—wanted to roam over her body.
My lower abdomen feels very hot.
No, no, no, what are you thinking, Kana?!
She shook her head vigorously, trying to shake off all the unhealthy thoughts in her mind, her hair swaying with the movement.
Kami Takahashi looked up at the handrail that was swaying with the carriage, which had a sign for a ski resort on it.
"No matter what, we both have to work hard and not ruin the reputation we've worked so hard to achieve in our year."
Her sudden seriousness forced Kana Eto to take her seriously.
"kindness."
The train arrived at Dazhongshan Station, and the two got up and walked out of the carriage.
"Speaking of which, what should we do if Kitahara-sensei isn't here?" Takahashi Kami suddenly asked.
Kana Eto paused for a moment, then turned to meet her gaze. Something seemed to come to mind, and she smiled as she said:
"If Kitahara-sensei isn't here, then everyone's just going to die, right?"
Kami Takahashi stared at her blankly, then clutched her stomach and burst into laughter.
"Hahaha one"
"what?
"No, it's just that I was surprised that Kana would say something like that, even though she's such a timid and obedient girl."
Chapter 297, Section 296: In the end, it was all self-inflicted.
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"Teacher Kitahara, could I have your autograph?"
"Yes, that's fine."
"If it's convenient, could you write one for me too? My daughter really likes it."
"Isn't Kawashima-sensei's daughter only six years old?"
"Yes, I think it can also become a source of motivation for her in the future."
In the staff office, Kitahara Hakuma was frequently asked for autographs by other teachers.
Having worked together for so long, their initial surprise at Kitahara Hakuba's strength had long since faded, and their feeling of "I knew it" was more of a surprise when they won the gold medal.
This time, it was either asked by relatives and friends, or it was a way to encourage their children to improve if they liked music.
It took a while for the office to quiet down. Kitahara Hakuba felt that winning the national gold medal wasn't such a big deal. He still had to start music lessons today, but the instruction for the brass band could be slowed down.
"White Horse, congratulations!"
The ferryman walked over, stroking his smooth head, his face beaming with joy, genuinely happy.
"The members of the brass band are all very talented," Kitahara Hakuba said modestly.
The ferryman patted his shoulder and said softly:
"Come out, I have something I want to talk to you about."
Kitahara Hakuba didn't know what he was going to say, but he still had to listen to what the director said.
I went out with the ferryman, and after walking a few steps, I ran into Mr. Kurosaki, who had very thick arms.
The ferry manager brushed past him, then turned around and called out to him:
"Mr. Kurosaki, the bottled water is at the back gate of the school building. Could you please go and move it when you have time? We probably only need the ones for the academic affairs office; the others are likely all gone. Thanks for your help."
Kurosaki Yuichi paused for a moment, then nodded and said:
"it is good."
The ferryman nodded and continued leading Kitahara Hakuba uphill, arriving directly at the open-air elevated walkway.
He could hear the oboe's tone; he knew Eri all too well.
The ferry manager, who was standing nearby, couldn't hold back any longer. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, tore open the packaging, and put one in his mouth.
Kitahara Hakuba just stared at him like that.
Just as the ferryman was about to light a cigarette, he suddenly remembered something and put the cigarette back in his mouth.
"Excuse me, I remember you said you were allergic to the smell of smoke, right?"
Ok.
Kitahara Hakuba was stunned for a moment. He had said that, but it was just an excuse for not smoking.
But to my surprise, the ferry director still remembered this.
He put the cigarette pack in the pocket of his black coat, looked at the courtyard, took a deep breath, and said:
"First of all, on behalf of Shenxu High School, I would like to congratulate you. How much of a prize money do you think the school should give you this time?"
Bonuses and such:
Kitahara Hakuba wanted to say "I don't care," but this was something he deserved, so why shouldn't he take it?
"I will follow the school's arrangements completely."
Hearing this, the ferryman's tongue traced his teeth, and he frowned as he said:
“I heard from Xiaoyao before that she would be opening a musical instrument store in Nakameguro, Tokyo, around April next year.”
“Yes, I’ve heard her mention it,” Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile.
The ferry manager curled his lip, gripped the railing with one hand, and said:
"Teacher Kitahara, what about you? After winning gold at the national championships, are you planning to go to Tokyo with them, or are you planning to stay with our Shin-Hsu Academy?"
He was very straightforward; they were both adults, and Kitahara Hakuba didn't want to beat around the bush.
"Director Ferry, my current plan is to resign at the end of this year. (First published on [website name])"
"so
The ferryman nodded. Having been in the underworld for so long, and with Kitahara Hakuba still so young, he had long anticipated this situation.
"Could you tell me how many schools you've received invitations from so far?"
More than you can imagine.
In the past two days, schools all over the country have sent invitations, most of which are private schools.
There was even a public school in Mihara City, far away in the Seto Inland Sea, that wrote several invitations, including the names and blessings of more than forty students, as well as a video, hoping that he would voluntarily lower his salary to help them.
Chapter 297, Section 296: In the end, it was all a self-inflicted trap.
But there are too many schools like that, and Seto is really too far away, it's no different from being in Hokkaido.
"It's alright, there are a few schools with relatively good conditions right now." Kitahara Hakuba didn't want to exaggerate.
The ferry manager asked cautiously:
"Have you replied yet?"