I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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I could hear the door closing over there.

Kitahara Hakuba descended the small steps in front of the door and began to speak:

"Iso Gen-kun, please don't come to my house. If possible, go directly to Mr. Shinomiya's music store."

"A music store?"

You could clearly sense the confusion and embarrassment in her tone.

Kitahara Hakuba knew why, because she had only brought him the local specialties, and not Shinomiya at all.

To allay her concerns, he continued to explain:

"Don't worry, Shinomiya-sensei is in Tokyo these days and not in Hakodate. I just have some things to do there. Besides, Isogen-kun, can you help me?"

After a long pause, the witness finally managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"Can I help Kitahara-sensei?"

Yuka Isomoto never imagined she would one day be able to help Kitahara-sensei; her tone was full of distrust.

Because she is very clear about her own capabilities.

"Yes, if it's okay, you can just take a taxi here, and I'll reimburse your travel expenses."

"No, no, no, I can pay for it myself."

"Renting is very expensive, and I'm the one asking you for a favor, so don't try to make excuses to me, or I'll take it to heart."

Okay, I'll message you when I arrive.

"it is good."

Yuka is very sensible; whenever Kitahara Hakuma speaks seriously, she won't argue back at all.

Although it was only two kilometers away from the music store, Kitahara Hakuba didn't want her to wait at the door, so he called a taxi himself.

This short journey cost him 1,400 doors.

Arriving at the entrance of the music store, peering through the glass, all I could see was darkness, with only the fire detectors on the ceiling occasionally flashing a small cluster of green lights.

As soon as I went inside and turned on the lights, a taxi was parked at the door.

Just like during the day, Yuka Isomoto, wearing the Kamiya uniform, checked out of the car and got out. The pleated skirt of her autumn uniform looked very thick.

After bowing to the driver, she turned around and met the gaze of Kitahara Hakuba inside the store.

The girl, carrying two bags, skipped and hopped up the steps and walked in. Her pleated skirt swayed slightly in the wind, and her flesh-colored pantyhose covering her legs were quite eye-catching.

She has a nice leg shape, with a small gap between her legs that can fit a hand between them, which is rare among the many girls with bowlegs on the ground.

As soon as she entered, she poked her mouth out from under the coin holder, complaining with a wry smile.

Kitahara Hakuba stepped forward and closed the shop door.

It's not because I was doing something shady with Yuka that it was closed. It wasn't open during business hours anyway, and there was still some draft.

"Why do you always bring so much? It's too much trouble."

Kitahara Hakuba took the bag from her and found that, just like last time, it contained local specialties from Aomori.

"hey-hey"

Yuka Isomoto raised one hand to touch her shoulder-length hair, while placing the other hand behind her back, and said,

"My parents said that if Mr. Kitahara likes it, he can bring more. We still have plenty at home. November is still the best season for late-ripening fruits!"

Kitahara Hakuba could already foresee that he would receive even more local specialties from her in the future.

Yuka Isomoto said with a smile:

"Teacher Kitahara can eat it slowly; it can be stored in the refrigerator for a long time!"

She still didn't seem to quite understand, so Kitahara Hakuba decided to put it even more bluntly:

"How about this, I'll tell you after I finish this one, otherwise it'll be too wasteful."

"Well, let's go."

Yuka Isomoto pouted slightly, and one of her legs under her skirt lifted and bent slightly, the toe of her loafer gently tapping the ground.

The warm, flesh-colored pantyhose naturally formed several delicate folds behind the knees, silently releasing the unique gentleness and liveliness of an innocent young girl.

"How much is the travel fee?" Kitahara Hakuba asked, taking his wallet out of his pocket.

“One thousand three hundred.” Yuka Isomoto clasped her hands behind her back, staring intently at his face.

"Give.?y￠a¨n~hu,a¨l^u?o..`co-m+"

"Thank you, Kitahara-sensei."

Yuka Isomoto rolled up the money and put it into her small, shell-shaped purse that she always carried with her.

Kitahara Hakuba smiled and said:

"Actually, I'm currently composing music."

"Composing?" Yuka Isomoto's eyes widened in disbelief. "Is it...that kind of composing?"

"Yes, it should be the kind of composition you're thinking of."

"The kind of piece that can be selected as a theme piece for the National Wind Instrument Competition?"

"I don't know if I can take on the role of the theme piece in the future, but the same type of wind instrument music still needs to be registered with the Wind Instrument Federation."

Yuka Isomoto's eyes widened slightly, her pupils reflecting a world she had never seen before, a mixture of surprise, curiosity, and panic.

"Am I capable? Can I help? I... I can't, can I?"

Yuka Isomoto clenched her small fist and pressed it to her lips. She was worried that with Kitahara-sensei's abilities, she would not only fail to stand out but would also become a burden.

Kitahara Hakuba grinned helplessly and said gently:

"Doesn't Ishihara-kun believe me?"

“Of course I believe in Kitahara-sensei!” Isomoto Yuka said hurriedly.

“If you trust me, you can also trust yourself.” Kitahara Hakuba stepped forward, raised his hand, patted her head, and said with a smile.

When his palm gently landed on the top of her head, Yuka Isomoto's heart skipped a beat, and her cheeks flushed uncontrollably.

Her lowered eyes dared not look him in the eye, yet they could not hide the shyness and joy in them.

She had never been touched like that by Kitahara-sensei before, and even though it was just her head, she was very happy.

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"Why me?" Yuka Isomoto asked softly, a hint of expectation in her voice.

Kitahara Hakuba withdrew his hand and looked at the horn sitting in the glass cabinet:

"Because Yuxiang is the first person I seriously mentored since I joined the company, I feel more at ease with you."

Furthermore, Kurosawa is terrified of him, let alone being alone with him in a room.

"Mmm"

Yuka Isomoto felt as if she had been gently tickled, a ticklish sensation mixed with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

"But I don't play the euphonium anymore."

Those were the school's musical instruments; after leaving the club, she no longer had her own instrument.

If she doesn't pursue a career in music, to put it bluntly, Yuka Isomoto may never encounter the tuba again.

As for Qingniao's...

"Otherwise, why would I call you over?" Kitahara Hakuba chuckled dismissively. "To pick a suitable one and give it a try."

"Is this alright? These are all Mr. Shinomiya's instruments."

Yuka Isomoto stood there very nervously. She knew how expensive large musical instruments were, and if she played one, it would become secondhand and difficult to sell.

"Don't worry, as payment, I'll give you the instrument you're playing."

“呢

She was stunned.

Kitahara-sensei's recent magnanimity has far exceeded Isomoto Yuka's expectations.

"What's wrong? Shall we pick one? Or should I help you choose?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.

"This, this"

Yuka Isomoto raised her hand and twirled her hair back and forth, saying with difficulty,

"Shhh-

At that moment, Kitahara Hakuba's lips curled into a faint smile. He raised a finger to his lips, looked at Isomoto Yuka, and whispered,

"This is a small gift I'm giving to Jiyuan alone. Don't tell the other students, or I'll end up spending more money and it will be a hassle."

If any other boy did this, it would definitely give Yuka Isomoto goosebumps.

But for some reason, it looks so natural when Kitahara-sensei does this gesture.

So much so that even though Yuka Isomoto wanted to refuse, she ended up accepting it without really understanding why.

"kindness

"

The girl blushed, let out a coquettish "yes," and nodded slightly.

Kitahara Hakuba smiled. Yuka's simplicity was different from Nagase's; it had a down-to-earth simplicity.

It is a simplicity that is easier to control.

In the end, Yuka Isomoto chose an affordable Yamaha Yep-321, which was priced at 350,000 yen at Haruka Shinomiya's music store.

Kitahara Hakuba knew she was embarrassed to choose something too expensive.

"Speaking of which, did you receive Saito-san's euphonium?" Kitahara Hakuba asked, carrying the euphonium's case as he led her toward the mixing room.

Yuka Isomoto nodded and said, "Yes, but I'd like to find a way to send it back."

"Why? Didn't she leave it to you?" Kitahara Hakuba asked, somewhat confused.