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Kitahara Hakuba nodded and said, "Actually, you should be the only one missing."
"Am I the only one missing?" Yuka Isomoto pointed to herself and said, "Who else is there?"
"Nagase-san, Kanzaki-san, Shinomiya-sensei, and me."
The moment he uttered the list, the two girls in front of him were stunned, and Saito Haruka was momentarily speechless.
Three seconds later, she realized something—she was being isolated.
Saito Haruka's facial muscles twitched, her voice rising in a drawn-out, delicate tremor at the end of her sentence.
"Why make this choice? Adding Kitahara-sensei and Shinomiya-sensei as well is unfair to the club members, isn't it?"
“No, we weren’t even going for the ensemble competition,” Kitahara Hakuba shook his head and said, “We were just there to participate in the event.”
Yuka Isomoto blurted out:
"Just playing?"
"Hmm?" Kitahara Hakuba hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yes, the Christmas Dream Festival is all about having fun."
"ah
The joy on Yuka Isomoto's face flashed for only a moment before she glanced discreetly at Haruki Saito beside her, and then cautiously peered at Hakuba Kitahara.
She seemed to be saying with her eyes, "Last time the two of you did it together, why didn't you bring Qingniao this time?"
Kitahara Hakuba asked himself honestly, and he didn't really dislike Saito Haruka now. After she took the initiative last time and they went on a school trip, he realized that this girl was also somewhat deeply connected to him.
But there's no need to be shy this time, since she's already assembled it:
"Saito-kun, I heard from Nagase-kun that you've already formed a team. I'm sorry."
Saito Haruka's honey-sweet lips parted, revealing a faint smile as she said:
"It's okay, everyone had a good time. Besides, I did arrange it first. And if we used two tubas, it would be difficult for everyone, wouldn't it?"
Kitahara Hyakuma didn't say anything; actually, the two bass horns were fine.
"That's settled then, Isomoto-kun. Remember to come to the brass band club tomorrow," Kitahara Hakuba said, standing up.
"it is good!"
Kitahara Hakuba gave her a thumbs-up, and she raised both hands in return, watching him leave.
Saito Harutori stared sullenly at the textbook, her pencil drawing circles incessantly.
"That's great."
“Hmm
Yuka Isomoto quickly suppressed her smile. She could sense the melancholy emanating from Haruka Saito. Her profile was filled with a girlish innocence and a maturity beyond her years—beautiful, yet unsettling.
"Feel sorry."
Saito Harutori shook her head and said:
"Why should Yuka apologize? I'm so happy for you that you were invited by Kitahara-sensei."
Yuka Isomoto pursed her lower lip. Although that's what she said, the atmosphere...
"I'm angry at both Tsukiyo and Eri."
Saito Haruka drew meaningless circles in her book, then looked up from beneath her thick eyelashes to gaze out the window.
"Neither of them told me anything, nor did they inform me beforehand so I could be prepared. Actually, for an ensemble performance..."
Even for Kitahara-sensei, whether it's one bass horn or two, it doesn't really matter, right?
Yuka Isomoto dared not speak; every breath she uttered betrayed her carefully crafted dissatisfaction.
And yet, I was so concerned for them.
Just when I didn't know what to do, the voice was like a sudden tear in the fabric, tearing open the tense atmosphere.
Saito Harutori's trembling, watery final note, like a spider's web swaying in the wind, barely held together the tension that was about to break.
"In the end, neither of them took me seriously. Why? I thought we had gone back to how things were before."
Yuka Isomoto was stunned, because Haruka Saito was really crying, and it was the first time she had ever seen her cry.
Um, that:
She quickly pulled a handkerchief from her skirt pocket, but lacking experience in comforting people, she could only say...
"Don't cry, Qingniao, you'll be alright."
"This is too much! He knows I only have him left." Saito Harutori wiped away her tears with a handkerchief. "Why did you do this to me?"
Even though I care about them so much—
Yuka Isomoto swallowed hard. She hadn't fallen to the point where she only had "someone else." If she couldn't get Kitahara-sensei, she might be sad for a long time, maybe even for years.
But this sadness will surely be comforted by family and friends, eventually condensing into a small point that resides somewhere in the body.
The students in the surrounding tutoring class all heard the girl sobbing and turned to look at her.
"What's wrong, Yu Xiang?" some female students asked, stepping forward to ask.
"What? Isn't there a third semester?"
Not long after Kitahara Hakuba left Shin-Asahi High School, he got into a woman's car.
"I need to go to Nagase-kun's house," he said bluntly.
"You think I'm your driver?" Shinomiya Haruka said, tapping the steering wheel lightly with her slender index finger.
Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile:
"I'll be your driver tonight, sister."
Shinomiya Haruka glared at him, amused. "What are you going there for?"
“Nagase’s mother asked me to come over, and I thought it was about work.”
"Could it be that she has a crush on you?"
Shinomiya Haruka's lips curled into a smile.
“I saw her at the last cultural festival, and she doesn’t look like a woman who has given birth at all.”
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“But I think the older sister has more charm,” Kitahara Hakuba said seriously. “I have absolutely no interest in women her age.”
However, Shinomiya Haruka chuckled and said meaningfully:
"Really? Then when I reach her age, you probably won't be interested in me anymore, White Horse."
"Wow, why did you set me up like this?" Kitahara Hakuba said, scratching his head.
Shinomiya Haruka let out a long sigh of relief:
"But I don't blame you. Boys just like young women. I wouldn't be so presumptuous as to try to compete with a high school girl in terms of youth."
Kitahara Hakuba felt relieved for a while. He repeatedly extracted the words that Shinomiya Haruka had said, but he couldn't find anything wrong with them.
When and how should I explain everything to her?
"The Nagase family lives in Motomachi, right?" Shinomiya Haruka asked.
"Yes, I'll turn on the navigation."
In winter, vehicles on the roads seem to move slower than usual, like giant, slow-moving beetles repeatedly patrolling along fixed routes.
After driving for more than twenty minutes, we arrived at Nagase Tsukiyo's house again, next to Kanzaki Eri's house.
Kitahara Hakuba got out of the carriage and closed the door, only to find that Shinomiya Haruka had not followed him out.
He tapped on the car window with his knuckles.
Aren't you coming with me?
"Would you like me to come with you?" Shinomiya Haruka asked with a smile.
"Shouldn't you come with me?"
Shinomiya Haruka raised her beautiful eyebrows, rested her elbow on the central armrest, and stroked her chin as she said:
"I think it's wrong, but I'll wait for you outside to go eat barbecue."
"The barbecue is delicious!"
Kitahara Hakuba smiled and turned to walk towards Nagase Tsukiyo's house.
He pressed the doorbell, but there was no response. He pressed it again, and after a while, he heard footsteps coming from inside.
The door opened, and a beautiful young woman leaned against the door frame, the ties of her silk nightgown hanging loosely at her waist, the neckline slipping down to reveal her full, voluptuous curves that shimmered with a pearly sheen.
“Isn’t this Kitahara-sensei?” Nagase’s mother said with a smile, her pupils shimmering with a warm, honey-like light.
The moment the door opened, the warmth from inside rushed in, along with her intoxicating fragrance that made one's throat tighten.
“The ferry manager said you were looking for me,” Kitahara Hakuba said.
"Come in and talk."
Nagase's mother turned around, her hips revealing a full and smooth curve beneath her nightgown, the soft warmth of her skin visible as she moved.
In Kitahara Hakuba's eyes, the nitrogen box exuded a certain warmth.
"Is it convenient?" he asked.
"Don't worry, I'm home alone. Tsukiyo is still at school and hasn't come back yet," Nagase's mother said.
Kitahara Hakuba's brow twitched. He had asked if it was convenient, so why was she answering with that?
Nagase's mother turned her head, a playful smile on her lips, and said:
"What? You're such a big man and you're too scared to come in? Or do you need me to kneel down and help you put on your shoes before you'll come in?"
"will not."
"Don't wear those, they're my husband's slippers. Wear the other pair, Tsukiyo bought them for you," Nagase's mother reminded her, pointing to the slippers.
Kitahara Hakuba was really annoyed, but he still put on the slippers that Nagase Tsukiyo had bought. Surprisingly, they fit quite well, at least they didn't hurt each other when he walked.
Upon entering the living room, Nagase's mother proactively brewed black tea. As she bent down to retrieve the tea leaves, her two rounded silhouettes appeared exceptionally clear. When she straightened her back, she left Kitahara Hakuba with only a breathtaking aftertaste.