I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Nagase Tsukiyo's pupils contracted, and her lips tightened as if she wanted to say something but swallowed it back, as if a sore spot had been touched. However, she continued to force herself not to show any weakness.

"You did something wrong, and you're blaming me! Don't you feel any pain at all?!"

"I've just had enough of you being like this. If Kitahara-sensei isn't here today, there's no point in you continuing to pretend."

"I wasn't pretending!"

Nagase Tsukiyo's voice rose involuntarily, with a hint of grievance in it.

She wasn't pretending; she just couldn't get over her own mental hurdle and couldn't do the same bold things as other girls, so she could only criticize them.

Kanzaki Eri stood to the side, glancing at whichever of the pretty girls spoke, her little head looking this way and that.

They have absolutely no intention of getting involved.

Saito Harutori shifted her gaze from her slightly aggrieved, pretty face, took a deep breath, and said:

"In that case, if anything happens between me and Kitahara-sensei in the future, Tsukiyo shouldn't interfere anymore. (Micro Fun Says has already published the core message)"

"Ne-yi-yi!"

Nagase Tsukiyo did not respond, only tasting a slightly rusty flavor in her mouth.

She turned around and went upstairs, leaving Saito Haruka and Kanzaki Eri alone, and the space fell silent once again.

Kanzaki Eri's gaze froze on Saito Harutori, her shoulders drooping slightly as she said:

"That's too much. Why would you say something like that to Tsukiyo?"

“How will she understand if I don’t explain it clearly?” Saito Harutori sat on the soft sofa, the weight of the girl causing the cushion to sink slightly inward.

Eri Kanzaki's lips were pursed, her eyebrows lowered, and she carried a faint sense of melancholy, as if she were contemplating something beyond the reach of others:

"I'm going up."

"Good night," Saito Harutori said expressionlessly.

After returning to her room, Nagase Tsukiyo quietly closed the door, as if unwilling to reveal her emotions.

Leaning against the door frame, I couldn't hear the conversation coming from downstairs.

The huge room was completely silent, with only the sound of the wind outside the high-rise window gently blowing the curtains.

She closed her eyes, the scene from just now replaying in her mind, and an indescribable emotion welled up inside her.

Does Kitahara-sensei really feel like she's pretending to be innocent, just as Harutori said?

No, I'm not the kind of girl who has any ulterior motives. As a female student, is it wrong to maintain a dignified and respectful demeanor in front of the teacher?

But Harunori is right. If Kitahara Hakuba is completely finished today, what should we do next?

Before he knew it, Nagase Tsukiyo closed his eyes, and all he could see in his mind was the image of Kitahara Hakuba.

His profile, his hair, his smile, and the oversized slippers he often wore at school.

At the hospital, Kitahara Hakuba received antibiotics to prevent and treat the boil, and then took a taxi with Director Ferry to return to the hotel. "Thankfully, everything is alright."

As soon as the ferry director got into the car, he started panting heavily. The tense atmosphere emanating from him was enough to engulf even a craftsman.

Kitahara Hakuba coughed, and the doctor said it was normal.

"I'm sorry, Director."

"What are you apologizing for now?"

The ferryman gently patted his thigh and said,

“If something really happens to you, I don’t know how I’ll explain it to everyone, especially since I was the one who asked you to come to Kagoshima. Haruka will definitely hate me.”

"It's my own problem, I can't blame anyone else."

"Speaking of which," the ferryman sat up straight, his face tense, and said, "Didn't you say you didn't drink? Why did you drink tonight?"

What

Kitahara Hakuba raised his left eyebrow. He couldn't very well say that he wanted to have a drink because he was thinking about the ambiguous relationships he had with many female students that he couldn't handle.

If that's how it is now, I might as well have just drowned in the hot spring.

"I'd like to try it out."

"The experience itself is fine, but how can you go to a hot spring after drinking alcohol? This is basic knowledge that even teachers should know, just like you can't eat milk and oranges together."

The ferry manager raised an eyebrow and said in an unfriendly tone.

"Who bought the beer? Kurosaki Yuichi, right?"

"No, no, no, cough cough—" Kitahara Hakuba quickly shook his head and said, "This has nothing to do with Kurosaki-sensei, I drank it myself."

"He didn't even warn you against going to the hot springs? That just goes to show, PE teachers are all so narrow-minded." Director Du clicked his tongue.

Kitahara Hakuba didn't want to drag anyone down, let alone Kurosaki Yuichi.

"He was on patrol late at night and didn't notice that I went to the hot springs."

Kitahara Hakuba said with certainty,

"Yuichi is a very good friend of mine, please don't blame him, Director."

To be honest, Kitahara Hakuba was still worried that the ferryman would cause trouble, so he had no choice but to say that.

The ferryman could vaguely understand Kitahara Hakuba's meaning. If he went to cause trouble for Kurosaki-sensei, Kitahara Hakuba would be very angry. "Fine, then forget it."

The ferryman had absolutely no desire to have any conflict with Kitahara Hakuba.

"Those girls who are in their first year, we should give them a good commendation when we get back."

Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but smile gently as he said:

"Yes, Kuno Tachibana and Kirishima Mai, without them, I probably would have..."

"Hush! Hush! Hush! One—"

The ferryman was genuinely frightened and didn't want him to say anything unlucky, so he quickly raised his hand, but he couldn't cover Kitahara Hakuba's mouth; he just waved it in the air.

Kitahara Hakuba shut up upon seeing this.

"The school also gives them awards; I remember these two students were outstanding students for a year."

The ferryman rested his chin on his hand and pondered.

"Wow, that's really something. How did those two end up in the men's pool? They're so uncouth as girls."

In his mind, the two girls had sneaked into the men's pool to spy on Kitahara Hakuba, and had no intention of rescuing anyone.

Because at Shin-Asahi High School, Kitahara Hakuba was often spied on by Shin-Asahi female students outside the window just by sitting in the staff office, and he was caught red-handed by the ferry manager many times.

"We met at the entrance."

Kitahara Hakuba explained to the two of them, scratching his cheek sheepishly, "..."

"They must have smelled the alcohol on me."

"So, they reacted pretty quickly." The ferryman suddenly smiled, his eyes crinkling. "What were you drinking back then? I'm quite interested."

Kitahara Hakuba pondered for a moment and said:

"Spring Valley El".

"That one? It has a very low alcohol content, right?"

"Hehe: It's because my alcohol tolerance is too low."

"It's okay! Come to my house during winter break! I'll give you a good workout!" Watari Eishi patted him on the back and laughed.

Kitahara Hakuba didn't reply, he just smiled apologetically.

He really wasn't planning on drinking; sweet strawberry milk suited him better.

When we got back to the hotel, it was already past 2 a.m., and the students were already asleep.

The hotel seemed to have been put on pause, with only the vending machine at the corner of the entrance occasionally emitting a cooling sound.

Kitahara Hakuba asked the receptionist for a cup of hot water. The receptionist was a little girl who looked only fourteen years old. She was quite cute and a chatterbox.

He stood there, drinking as he answered the various questions she threw at him.

"I was terrified! I thought a murder was going to happen."

"This hotel has only been open for three years."

"I'm so glad you came back alive. My parents were terrified."

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"We're planning to recruit retired elderly men and women to patrol the hot springs. If someone like you, Mr. Kitahara, appears again, we'll have hit the jackpot!"

The middle school girl was outspoken and innocently cute, which Kitahara Hakuba quite liked.

"Why are you still here at this hour? Aren't you going to rest?"

As a result of asking a question, she launched into a tirade against him.

She said she was going to Kyoto this weekend, but because of Shin-Asahi's school trip, there were so many people that the hotel was very busy, and she had to stay and help out.

"He's a second-generation shop owner," Kitahara Hakuba thought to himself.

Before leaving, she asked for an autograph with a grin, and I wondered why her hand was hidden under the table; it turned out she had been holding it the whole time.

Kitahara Hakuba felt he was really famous.

"Great--!"

She seemed genuinely happy, and Kitahara Hakuba, having nothing else to do, lingered for a while longer.

The girl also plays wind instruments, specifically the clarinet, but her school's wind band is terrible; they can't even get into the Kyushu tournament.

Kitahara Hakuba felt a connection with the little girl, so he gave her the clarinet training chart that he had customized for Shin-Asahi High School.

"Nine! A! Wind Ensemble! Clarinet Training Schedule! Personally taught by Mr. Kitahara! Doesn't that mean I'm your student?!"

She's easily startled.

"There's nothing unusual about it; it's all normal training. It mainly depends on yourself."

Kitahara Hyakuma smiled, turned around, and went upstairs.

He suddenly felt like a mysterious old man wandering the world, who could turn wildflowers by the roadside into roses with just a little watering.