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"You can't say that, I just don't want to cause any unnecessary misunderstandings," Kirishima Mai said, looking down at the toes of her loafers.
"Is Tachibana one too?"
"No, I just don't want Kitahara-sensei to receive gifts from other girls, especially those from the third-year upperclassmen. From some perspectives, I really dislike them."
Kuno Tachibana's light tone and casual conversation always made Kirishima Mai feel comfortable.
"Lihua is so cute." She smiled gently.
"I think it's kind of stupid of you to say that."
Kuno Tachibana responded with a soft laugh, "But it's so good to have Mai. I can tell you any secret I have, and I don't have to keep them buried in my heart anymore."
After a moment of silence, Kirishima Mai spoke in a serious and solemn tone:
"I'm going to fall in love with Kitahara-sensei and declare war on Tachibana."
"kindness?"
Kuno Tachibana turned his head in surprise to look at her. His serious little face now looked a little comical. "Are you serious?"
Less than five seconds later, Kirishima Mai couldn't hold back anymore and covered her mouth to burst out laughing:
"I was just kidding, it won't happen."
"So annoying." Kuno Tachibana snorted and gently bumped her with his schoolbag.
As Kirishima Mai laughed, she bumped her shoulder back, the girl's pleated skirt swaying with her movements, revealing a glimpse of skin between the skirt and stockings.
After finishing his music class this morning, Kitahara Hakuba returned to the staff office.
Next week is exam week, so he'll have some free time again. After exam week, he'll have to study for another week before winter break.
Kitahara Hakuba sat in his seat and took out his phone to check the calendar.
After the winter break ends, I need to complete the Christmas Dream Festival activities first, and then the next day I will accompany Yuka Isomoto and others back to Aomori to pick apples.
Now there is another problem: this matter has not been told to Shinomiya Haruka at all. Kitahara Hakuba raised his hand to his forehead and said that it was simple, but how to explain it was a difficult matter.
He took out his phone, went to the window, and gently touched the succulent leaves planted by Mr. Nakata with his fingers, while calling Haruka Shinomiya.
A short while later, the call was connected.
"What's wrong?" came the voice of Shinomiya Haruka from the other end.
Kitahara Hakuba didn't get to the point so quickly. He squatted down, stared at the succulent, and asked, "What are you doing? Can you come to practice this afternoon?"
"The instrument maintenance at the White Lily School will be fine this afternoon," said Shinomiya Haruka.
"Oh, so you still need maintenance even if you're closing down?"
"The contract stated that even if I go to Tokyo in the future, I should ask someone here to help me with the work."
"Thank you for your hard work."
"what you want to say?"
"miss you."
"Seriously."
"Well, it's like this, I might go to Aomori for a few days after Christmas. Oh, of course, it's not just me, other students are going too, to pick apples."
What on earth was he saying? Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but slap himself.
A helpless sigh came from the other end of the phone:
"Okay."
"Mistake? That's it?"
"Otherwise what? What do you want me to do? Force you not to go? Say I'll kill myself if you go?"
A fine layer of sweat appeared on Kitahara Hakuba's forehead:
"Well, it's not that serious. You should at least come with me, right? Like, for my personal safety or something, and keep a close eye on me. You're my girlfriend, right?"
"Since you've put it that way, I have even less reason to go, right?"
“Hmm
Kitahara Hakuba suddenly felt an indescribable sense of guilt, and his body felt an unusual fever.
Shinomiya is his girlfriend, but he plans to secretly have sex with a female student on Christmas night, and even hopes to do more in Aomori.
"What's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?"
"No, Yao Bao, you're so sweet. What do you want for Christmas?"
Kitahara Hakuba stared blankly out the window as beautiful young girls walked past him. In the corridor of the brass band club, he could see a member practicing alone with his window open.
A laugh came from the other end of the phone:
"No one ever proactively asks you what gift you want. Just figure it out yourself."
"The car has been delivered. How about we send you a house in Sapporo instead?"
"I told you to think about it yourself. Bye, good luck at work, Kitahara-sensei."
"Bye-Bye."
After hanging up the phone, Kitahara Hakuba's fingertips twirled the phone back and forth, wondering if he could really bring happiness to everyone connected to him.
Or is it all just wishful thinking on my part?
Chapter 402 401. The probability of two people going together is even lower than drawing cards! (4)
The cold, lifeless light streamed through the pure white curtains, and looking out the window, the air in Hakodate seemed shrouded in a thin layer of white mist.
Kuno Tachibana leaned back and stretched out a big yawn, feeling as if he were a coin being twisted and stretched, which felt great.
But she wasn't a towel, so how could she possibly know what Maobi was thinking?
A chill ran through her like a bucket of cold water, and she shivered. She was startled when she landed barefoot on the floor, the icy coldness shooting straight to her head.
Kuno Tachibana got goosebumps, quickly grabbed the long-sleeved white shirt he was wearing under his school uniform and put it on, then put on a knitted sweater over it, and finally put on his autumn uniform jacket.
In winter, my fingers become completely inflexible, like mechanical joints without any lubrication.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror, a few strands of her hair were jagged by static electricity, which she smoothed out one by one.
She took off her pajama bottoms, revealing her full breasts clinging to her crotch.
Not wanting to be exposed to the cold air too much, Kuno Tachibana quickly put on a pleated skirt. When the zipper brushed against her skin, she couldn't help but gasp.
Finally, there was Shenxu's winter uniform cotton coat, which she chose in light brown.
Standing in front of the mirror, I looked like a tightly wrapped rice dumpling, but strangely, my lower body was still only wearing black calf socks, which made me look much thinner in comparison.
"Good morning."
When we arrived at the restaurant, my mother had already prepared hot milk.
Kuno Tachibana sat sluggishly in her chair and uttered a "Good morning," which immediately jolted her stomach awake.
"Good morning, Dad." She held the cup in both hands, sipping the warm milk with small, gentle sips.
"Hmm." Kuno's father crossed his legs and kept scrolling through financial news on his phone.
He made over three million yuan in the stock market yesterday and started calling himself a "stock market god." However, Kuno Tachika doesn't care as long as he doesn't go bankrupt.
"Make sure you wear your scarf today, it's minus five degrees Celsius." Kuno's mother placed a camel-colored scarf on the table.
"This is so tacky!" Kuno Tachika complained, slumping his shoulders. "No, I won't wear it."
"Why not wear it? When it's cold, you'll regret not wearing it in the first place." Kuno's mother muttered to herself as she stuffed the scarf into Kuno Tachibana's schoolbag.
Kuno Tachibana pursed his lips.
"Lihua? Isn't this the Christmas Dream Festival at the Red Brick Warehouse? Your Shin-Asahi Brass Band is going too?" Kuno's father, who was scrolling through the news, raised his phone and brought it close to her face.
Kuno Tachibana looked closely and saw that the screen displayed a local program from Hakodate, available in both video and text formats, with the title—
The Shin-Asahi Brass Band will be performing live at the Hakodate Red Brick Warehouse Christmas Fantasy Festival!
"This one?"
As she murmured to herself, she swiped her finger down, and several photos came into view—photos and video clips taken with a drone during her last school trip to Sakurajima.
"Oh! Isn't this our Tachibana?" Kuno's mother brought over a soft-boiled egg and placed it on the table, looking at the screen and saying, "My Tachibana is the cutest and most outstanding."
"Hmph—" Kuno Tachibana's legs under the table swung unconsciously. "I'm starting to eat."
“I started eating.” Kuno’s mother gave her a smirk.
"Is this your advisor, Mr. Kitahara?"
Kuno's father clicked on one of the pictures and zoomed in with his finger. Kitahara Hakuma's face suddenly filled the entire screen.
"Yes, that's right." Kuno Tachibana glanced at it and then looked away.
"Last time, Mr. Kitahara even came to see Tachibana. He is truly a good teacher who cares about his students."
Kuno's mother, sitting to one side, said, "Moreover, he's handsome, has a good personality, and is a musician."
Kuno's father was clearly jealous, straightening his back and saying, "So what? Can he make three million in a day trading stocks?"
"At least the prize money that Kitahara-sensei received won't be taken back," Kuno Tachika couldn't help but retort.
"However, with Kitahara-sensei here, we can save some money."
Kuno's mother chuckled and said, "Music theory classes are too expensive these days, and I don't think they're very effective. Tachibana didn't really like them before either."
The music theory classes that Kuno Tachibana attends are usually for recent college graduates who can't find jobs, and some of them are even less capable than Kuno Tachibana.
As for why I went, it was purely because it was cheap.
Kuno Tachibana used chopsticks to poke open the egg yolk, and the yellow filling flowed out from the almost transparent membrane, spreading across the egg white:
“How can those people compare to Mr. Kitahara? He never charged us for private tutoring, and he was never impatient. He was very kind.”
Kuno's mother reached out and touched her daughter's head, smiling as she said:
"This is the first time I've seen you speak so highly of your teacher."
Kuno's father had just searched for information about Kitahara Hakuba online. There was a website where fans had created a special introduction to him, and he was very popular in the Hokkaido mentoring circle.