I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"No, no! Nobody showed it."

"Then what are you doing here? You didn't even explain the cause and effect."

Kurosawa Maki buried her face in the pillow. Although she had initially thought of discussing this matter with Nagasawa Miyako, upon closer reflection, she realized that this was Kuno Tachibana's private matter.

If we really bring it up for discussion, wouldn't that be a huge insult to her? She's so stubborn; she might never be able to hold her head up in front of her friends again.

Sigh, if it were a guy, it would probably have gone viral and become a laughing stock by now.

“No,” Kurosawa Maki said.

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"You must have misread it."

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Just as Nagasawa Miyabi and Goto Yu were wondering what was going on, a voice entered their ears.

"Why are you still here? Mingwa, Magui, you haven't even changed your clothes yet. There's a limit to laziness."

Kuno Tachibana stood there, one hand on the door frame. Her youthful and somewhat immature face was so striking that Kurosawa Maki couldn't believe she would actively learn that kind of skill.

"She started acting crazy as soon as she came in, saying things like dating is scary, I don't know what kind of mushroom she ate," Nagasawa Miya complained.

Although there were fewer words, Miyako Nagasawa really didn't want to say that word out of her mouth.

"Oh? Dating?"

Kuno Tachibana rested his hand on his chin, pretending to move it away, and said...

"Huh? You secretly saw a couple being intimate, didn't you? It's early in the morning, Ma Gui, just relax. You're not a child anymore, you'll do it sooner or later. [2 small?÷. novel [?C?M%?￡S?·$ ?! follow {§= latest??^! chapter?],μ2"

Kurosawa Maki's face flushed red as he stared at her small, cherry-colored lips and said:

"I won't!"

"Really? That can't be right." Kuno Tachibana shrugged. "Hurry up and pack your things, we have to leave at eight."

"Wait a minute, let's go down too."

Nagasawa Mia took Goto Yu's small hand, turned around and said to Kurosawa Maki, who was lying alone and disheveled on the tatami mat,

"Remember to take your charger with you. You didn't bring your charger last time you stayed here."

Kurosawa Maki looked to the side; the white charging head was still in the socket.

Turning her head again, she saw that her three best friends had already left the room. She climbed off the tatami mat and unplugged the white charging head from the socket.

Kurosawa Maki looked at the plug, frowned as if deep in thought, then plugged the charger in again and pulled it out.

"Whoa!! This charging adapter is terrifying!"

After having their last breakfast in Kagoshima, the students of Shin-Asahi boarded buses to the airport under the arrangement of their homeroom teacher.

"Goodbye, my second home." Kami Takahashi placed her hands on the glass, feigning a sigh.

Kana Eto couldn't help but laugh and said, "Wake up, you've only been here for less than four days."

"Although there's not much to do in Kagoshima besides the scenery, I would still recommend it to my juniors."

Kami Takahashi said with a grin,

"Because Kagoshima is just an ordinary place, but thanks to the seniors like Shin-chan, every path they walk is fragrant."

"Huh? What are you talking about!"

Not only did Kana Eto not understand, but even Hakuba Kitahara, who was with them, didn't quite understand. It was indeed fragrant when they were together, but how could the road they walked on be fragrant?

“It’s like a pilgrimage!” Kami Takahashi said. “For example, the wooden bench by the river where the heroine of a certain music anime often sits might actually smell nice!”

“I still don’t understand,” said Kana Eto.

understood.

Kitahara Hakuba looked out the car window. The clouds in the sky above Kagoshima were always so few, and even when they were, they were stretched into thin, translucent wisps by the wind.

Upon arriving at the airport, the planes outside the glass windows resembled docile metal whales, slowly gliding across the grounds, while the bright yellow building blocks walking around were the ground crew.

Just like when they arrived, the students of Shenxu immediately attracted the attention of passersby. The aura emanating from the hundreds of young girls in the prime of their youth was irresistible.

With some time to spare before takeoff, the ferry director allowed the students to buy souvenirs. At that moment, the students were like water trapped in balloons, overflowing in all directions the instant they were popped.

However, the prices of souvenirs at the airport far exceeded their expectations, and most of them just wandered around without buying anything.

I bought Kitahara Hakuba yesterday in advance.

Sitting in the chair, I looked around and immediately spotted Kuno Tachibana and the others. They were in a Satsuma craft shop.

She has a petite appearance, slender legs, and a somewhat small bust, but she has a very nice personality and is extremely outstanding. All the girls in the year like her very much.

Can I control her? Will she regret it in the future? Can I handle this?

These thoughts suddenly appeared in Kitahara Hakuba's mind like bubbles rising in a wine glass.

Moreover, she is only fifteen years old now, and Kitahara Hakuma has already indulged her enough. Before she grows even more beautiful, he absolutely cannot take anything more from her.

Kitahara Hakuba raised his hand to rub his temples, not because he couldn't move Kuno Tatsuka and felt anxious, but because he was anxious about not being able to handle the situation. (The last part, "咸鱼墈书罔已发布最新張结," appears to be unrelated and likely a separate entry. It translates to "The latest chapter of the novel is available online.")

It refers to the fact that there are too many girls, making it impossible to explain to Shinomiya Haruka.

Won't he be ruined and disgraced?

Or, should we just go straight into the sewing machine?

"Kitahara."

Just as Kitahara Hakuba was pondering, Kurosaki Yuichi sat down beside him.

"It's strange that no girls are coming to you."

"Actually, as a teacher, I hope that this kind of thing is normal," Kitahara Hakuba said with a wry smile.

"Could you help me pick out some souvenirs to take home? I don't know what to choose."

“Okay.” Kitahara Hakuba readily agreed, as he had nothing else to do anyway.

Food, traditional handicrafts, and interesting cultural and creative products – because time didn't allow for a leisurely look, they quickly went through each shop.

As a result, Kurosaki Yuichi wandered around and bought a gold necklace inside the airport, which confused Kitahara Hakuba.

"This should be good."

"You have good taste. It's a very valuable souvenir, and your loved one will definitely love it."

"right!"

Once on the plane, just like on the way there, Kitahara Hakuba, Eto Kana, and Takahashi Kami sat together.

Inside the cabin, a game of rock-paper-scissors began again, with most students vying for a window seat, while only a few boys gentlemanly gave their seats to the girls.

"Teacher Kitahara, would you like to sit by the window?" Kana Eto's gentle voice brought Kitahara Hakuba, who was waiting for the plane to take off, back to his senses.

"Need not."

Sitting in the middle, Kana Eto asked curiously, "Is Kitahara-sensei always flying in the sky?"

No. "

"Then why don't you like sitting by the window? Is it because you're a teacher?"

Kitahara Hakuba tilted his head in confusion, pondered for a moment, and said:

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"That's part of the reason. Whether it's age or status, I should be humble."

“But if we wanted you to sit by the window and enjoy the view, would you refuse?” Kana Eto blinked her brown eyes and asked.

Kitahara Hakuba nodded.

Kana Eto pursed her lips and said slowly and deliberately:

“Teacher Kitahara, you look a lot like my grandma back home. She always refuses to eat this or that, and tries to get this and that to eat, but that doesn’t really work, does it? I know you’re trying to be considerate of our feelings, but why can’t you try to be considerate of our feelings of wanting to make you happy?”

Kitahara Hakuba glanced at her in surprise; in fact, he also wanted to see the scenery.

Just like a child who loves to eat chicken legs and wings when they are young, does that mean they will suddenly stop liking them when they grow up?

Unlike Kuno Tachibana, Eto Kana didn't dare to boldly grasp Kitahara Hakuma's arm; she only dared to lightly touch it with her finger.

"Okay, let's switch. Otherwise, it'll be really awkward if it's just the two of us watching."

Kami Takahashi nodded in agreement, "Otherwise, I'd feel like I'm being selfish."

Unable to refuse such hospitality, Kitahara Hakuba had no choice but to sit by the window.

The glass curtain wall of the terminal cuts and reflects the light, turning it into a dazzling bright white, while other planes reflect a hard, cold luster in the sunlight.

Soon after, the engine started, the plane taxied on the runway, the ground began to tilt, and the houses in Kitahara Hakuba's eyes became scattered building blocks, the entire city like a rapidly shrinking sand table.

"Oh no! I forgot my SK-I! Can the plane turn around?"

"Do you want to hear what nonsense you're spouting?"

"Fly!"

"I have to go to school tomorrow, oh well."

A slightly noisy discussion could be heard coming from inside the computer case. Other schools' school trips were held between Monday and Friday, but Shenxu was taking advantage of the weekend.

As Kana Eto recovered from the takeoff, she looked to her side and saw Hakuba Kitahara staring intently out the window. A sudden surge of inexplicable joy welled up inside her.

She liked this feeling. She used the money she earned from working part-time at the convenience store for a month to buy her parents new phones, to give Jia Mei some really good cosmetics, and to build a little orange house for her little white dog.

Kana Eto felt that seeing the happiness of people close to her brought her more satisfaction than making herself happy.

Kami Takahashi sat on one side of the aisle, reading a cached novel.

"What are you looking at?"

"My sexually repressed teenage friend is having ulterior motives towards my handsome instructor. Should I stop her?"

Kana Eto stood there blankly, completely unaware that something was amiss:

"So what kind of book is this?"

"I wrote it myself."