I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Kitahara Hakuba sighed helplessly, rubbing his forehead. He sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and hugged her, saying...

"If my sister wanted to stop me, she could only lock me in the basement and not let me go out."

“That’s a good suggestion. I do have a basement in my house,” Shinomiya Haruka said with a smile.

"I'm just kidding."

Kitahara Hakuma gently squeezed her arm and said,

"Alright, I'm leaving now. The band needs to be here early in the morning."

"kindness."

When the Kitahara Hakuba train is connected to the public train, perhaps due to human nature, many people like to huddle in the corners, a phenomenon most noticeable inside the carriages.

I saw Kurosawa Maki again, but she was huddled in a corner, wearing headphones and scrolling through short videos, so she didn't seem to notice me at all.

Arriving at Shenxu High School.

The members of the wind band arrived earlier than the other students.

Because of a special assignment from the school, they needed to bring their musical instruments to Kagoshima, and they had to handle the transportation themselves.

The distance from Hakodate is even farther than the distance to Utsunomiya for the national competition.

This time, however, there's no need to take a long bus ride anymore. You just need to go to New Chitose Airport in Sapporo first, and there are direct flights to Kagoshima Airport.

It only takes two and a half hours to travel more than 1,200 kilometers. Human technology is truly amazing.

The school building was noisy. In the corridor of the third grade, many third-year students were leaning on the corridor and looking out at the neatly parked buses with envy.

"I hear they're going to Kagoshima again this time!"

"How did you suddenly become so rich? You were always in Hokkaido before."

"It's most likely related to the wind instrument section. I heard they're bringing instruments with them this time."

"Is it a video of playing Kitahara-sensei's new song for recruitment? I've heard it, it's really outrageous, that someone can actually compose music."

"After all, he's a consultant for the 9A rating."

The students were whispering to each other while leaning on the windowsill. Nagase Tsukiyo, sitting in his seat, seemed a little restless and had no interest in solving the simple math problems.

I won't be able to see Kitahara-sensei for the next four days. Should I meet with him and have a chat?

Even with these thoughts, I don't know what to say to him. But if I don't talk to him, it feels like I'm surrendering and losing half the battle.

Nagase Tsukiyo was thus pinned to her seat, unable to move.

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At that moment, Saito Harutori walked in from the classroom door.

Her middle-part hairstyle, soft voice, full breasts, and the tight uniform around her chest are her defining characteristics.

Nagase Tsukiyo subconsciously straightened her back, and her previously relaxed legs immediately came together and tensed.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Let's go together tomorrow morning. Have you bought your Shinkansen tickets yet?" Saito Harutori asked innocently.

"Well, um, I bought it."

A troubled smile appeared on Saito Harutori's face:

"Since you already agreed to go together, why didn't you say so after buying the tickets? What carriage?"

"It's just ordinary."

Oh, I see.

4

Saito Haruka raised her hand to stroke her hair, and her words carried a hint of resignation.

"I thought you were going to be sitting alone in a privileged carriage again."

Nagase Tsukiyo raised an eyebrow, but calmed herself down. "Where's Eri?"

Saito Haruka crossed her arms, and her beautiful breasts, hidden under her uniform, made Nagase Tsukiyo take a few more glances.

"I haven't seen her yet, which is strange, I usually see her in class around this time."

Hearing her explanation, Nagase Tsukiyo couldn't help but chuckle.

"Have you degenerated to the point where you can't use a mobile phone anymore?"

Saito Harutori tilted her head in confusion and said:

"What use is this to Eri? If she's busy, she'll just say she's busy, or she might just ignore you. It's better not to underestimate Eri, okay?"

Nagase Tsukiyo's smile vanished instantly as she met Saito Haruka's clear, amber eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"There are only a few places that Huili can go to."

Saito Harutori, feigning innocence, raised her right hand and pressed down one finger after another, saying...

"The classroom, the restroom, the vending machine, the horticulture department's flowerbed, and as for the last one, well, we all know what it is."

The first thing that came to Nagase Tsukiyo's mind was "Kitahara-sensei." Eri hadn't arrived yet; she must have gone to find him.

"But these are all just my guesses, just guesses."

Saito Haruka, with her hands tied behind her back, said in a seductive tone,

"Not seeing him for four days can be really lonely for a girl."

These words suddenly made Nagase Tsukiyo's cheeks burn, as if she had seen through her previous thoughts.

"Oh, sorry, I said something that could be misunderstood." Saito Harutori raised her hand to cover her mouth and laughed.

Nagase Tsukiyo let out a long breath through her nose: "What else do you want to say?"

Saito Harutori bluntly stated:

"During winter break, Yuka and I will go back to Aomori."

"What does this have to do with me? And what are you going to Aomori for? Do you even know how to pick apples?"

Nagase Tsukiyo frowned slightly. She knew that Yuka always had to go home to help out during her holidays, and Harutori's physical strength wasn't very good. If she went, she might become a burden.

“You can learn anything,” Saito Harutori said dismissively. “Besides, Kitahara-sensei is going with us.”

Nagase Tsukiyo gripped her pen tightly, remaining silent.

Saito Harutori narrowed her eyes slightly: "Want to come along?"

As if feeling somewhat ashamed, Nagase Tsukiyo lowered her head slightly and remained silent.

"If you don't go, and something happens, it won't be enough time to change your mind."

"What do you want to do?"

"That's hard to say," Saito Harutori said with an ambiguous smile. "Give me your answer as soon as possible. I'm leaving now."

Student association building, first floor, vending machine.

Strawberry milk remains a best-selling product at Shenxu High School, especially after being heated, which makes it even thicker.

Influenced by them, Kitahara Hakuba gradually began to prefer this type of drink. Although drinking coffee would make him seem very mature, it was better to drink something sweet and hot in this weather.

I bent down to pick up the strawberry milk carton.

"Teacher Kitahara."

A girl's soft voice greeted him.

Kitahara Hakuba turned his head nonchalantly, only to find that the person standing next to him was Kanzaki Eri.

The girl's soft bangs covered her forehead, and her face was as white and lovely as the first snow. She wasn't wearing a scarf today, and her neck was exposed without any defense.

Take a bite, it must taste delicious.

Now that she was all alone, she unusually called herself "Teacher Kitahara".

"Kanzaki-kun, would you like some water?" Kitahara Hakuba asked with a smile.

She nodded.

Kitahara Hakuba bought another box.

"Thank you."

Eri Kanzaki is now very polite, a stark contrast to her usual demeanor.

She held the strawberry milk in both hands, not saying a word, but just staring at Kitahara Hakuba as he drank his beverage, her cherry-colored lips opening and closing meaninglessly.

All that could be heard was the girl's bewildered voice, and the tips of her hair, illuminated by the light that seeped into the corridor, were as transparent as amber.

Kitahara Hakuba took a deep breath. He suddenly remembered that he had met Kanzaki Eri here during the first few days of his vocational school teaching career.

Back then, I referred to her as "that person".

Eri Kanzaki's eyes are like the Seto Inland Sea, calm on the surface but teeming with undercurrents:

"You're leaving."

"Huh? Hmm, let's go for four days." Kitahara Hakuba exerted only a little force, and the milk carton in his hand collapsed.

Eri Kanzaki blinked and said, "I'll think about you every day."

Kitahara Hakuba glanced around instinctively, not seeing any other students, but he didn't know how to respond to that question.

Rather, after so much has happened, he can no longer see Kanzaki Eri as a female student.

"I'm going to Tokyo tomorrow," Eri Kanzaki said.

Good luck on your exam.

Kanzaki Eri's expression suddenly turned bitter; her brows and shoulders drooped slightly, her bangs obscured her eyes, and she uttered a barely audible whisper from her tightly clenched lips.

Can't you think of me?

Kitahara Hakuba felt something burning stuck in his throat. Eri was always thinking of him and always offering him a way out.

Because she said, "Can't you think of me?" instead of "Why can't you think of me?"