I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Kitahara Hakuba raised an eyebrow and said, "It sounds a bit strange, but it should be one of the test subjects, because I want to know how everyone will react to me disciplining you."

"And now? What am I?"

The girl asked again hurriedly, like a child in a concert hall eagerly wanting a seat.

"In Kitahara-sensei's heart, am I still an experiment now?"

"how could be?"

Kitahara Hakuba replied without hesitation.

"Iso-kun is unique in my heart because you made me realize that not everyone in this club is heartless. By observing you, I learned about a corner of the brass band and thus believed that my work was meaningful. No matter how much effort I put into it, I have my own sanctuary, which will support my vocational education life in the future."

These were Kitahara Hakuba's true feelings, but Isomoto Yuka blushed and gently tugged at his sleeve, saying:

"I...I don't quite understand."

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Kitahara Hakuba took a deep breath and looked into the girl's shimmering blue eyes, saying...

"Without Isogen, I might not be able to have such in-depth exchanges with everyone as I am now. I think your existence is very meaningful to me."

It was through Yuka Isomoto that he was able to follow the clues and delve deeper into the third year of high school.

"Hmm!"

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Yuka Isomoto raised her hands to cover her mouth, her facial muscles seemingly melting.

Although this wasn't a confession of love, it deeply moved her.

I can't even imagine anything that would be meaningful to him.

"Do I need to say anything more from the bottom of my heart, Isogen-kun?" Kitahara Hakuba asked with a smile.

Yuka Isomoto quickly shook her head, and a very childish moan came from her neck, which was hidden in her scarf.

The two remained silent throughout the journey, as if after a climax.

Yuka Isomoto's hands were warm in her pockets. She suspected that this excitement would be hard to shake off. She might even get a nosebleed from excitement when she thought about it on her way to school tomorrow.

Finally arriving at her rented apartment, Kitahara Hakuba's gaze fell on the flowerbeds behind the low wall.

There is only dark, stagnant soil; the once vibrant yellow magnolia blossoms have vanished without a trace.

"Thank you, Kitahara-sensei."

"fine."

Yuka Isomoto took the instrument case, and the moment she held it, her arms drooped slightly due to gravity.

The bottom of the instrument case was touching the ground, but she tensed her little face and lifted it up with a strong effort.

"Do you need me to help you carry it up?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.

Hiroka Isomoto forced a proud smile and said:

"No need, I'm not that weak. Although I'm not the smartest, I'm still pretty strong!"

Seeing her say that, Kitahara Hakuba did not take the initiative to step forward.

Yuka Isomoto took a few steps with her instrument case, but still couldn't bear to turn around, only to find Hakuba Kitahara still standing there watching her.

"Teacher Kitahara, you can leave now."

"Row."

Kitahara Hakuba nodded, without saying anything foolish like "I'll watch you go up," and turned to leave.

As Yuka Isomoto watched his departing figure, she suddenly felt incredibly lonely, as if he were about to fly far away from her, and after today, she would never see him again.

The thought of this, watching him walk away step by step, made her feel unexpectedly flustered, as if each step was leaving a shallow scar on her heart.

Her breathing became rapid and heavy. His smile, his cheeks, his eyes, and those unintentional, ambiguous touches all surged in like a tide, almost overwhelming Isomoto Yuka's reason.

Her elusive status and the girl's reserve both became vines binding her legs and choking her throat.

The time I spent with Kitahara-sensei was as short as a dream.

Reluctant

I can't bear to part with it no matter what.

"Teacher Kitahara"

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The sound was so soft that it was blown away by the wind before it even reached his ears.

"Teacher Kitahara, etc."

The last syllable rose slightly, carrying a sense of urgency and pleading, as if trying to grasp something that was about to slip away.

But he still didn't turn back.

"Teacher Kitahara!"

The girl's cry came from deep within her throat, trembling slightly, as if it were a sound torn from the depths of her heart, mixed with an undisguised anxiety and helplessness.

Kitahara Hakuma could hear the incredibly clear voice coming from behind him. The moment he turned around, he saw Isohara Yuka drop her instrument case, her skirt fluttering, and running over, panting heavily.

Before he could even blink, the girl threw herself into his arms with an irresistible force, hugging his body tightly with both hands and burying her face in his chest.

"Please don't leave, Kitahara-sensei, don't leave me."

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Kitahara Hakuma's body stiffened instantly, as if time had stood still. The girl's breathing was rapid and warm.

It was passed down through knitwear.

His hands hung limply at his sides, unsure of where to put them, the faint fragrance of the young girl lingering in his nostrils.

Strangely, the soft warmth emanating from his chest prevented him from having any lewd thoughts.

Kitahara Hakuba's Adam's apple bobbed, and he opened his mouth to speak:

"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly bringing this up again?"

As if unwilling to let him see her expression, Yuka Isomoto buried her entire face in his chest, making him feel a little ticklish when she spoke.

"I don't want to leave Kitahara-sensei. You pushed me into a place I can never go in my life, making me the person I am today. And because of you, why do you suddenly have to leave me?"

Kitahara Hakuba hesitated for a while, then wanted to push Yuka away, but he was reluctant to do so.

"This is what I should do, and I haven't left yet."

His tone was very gentle, which made Yuka Isomoto fall deeply in love with him, as if she wanted to completely melt into his body. She hugged him tighter and kept taking deep breaths.

Kitahara Hakuba could feel Isomoto Yuka's strength, which even made him a little breathless. The two soft, warm mounds between them had been squeezed and deformed.

What bothered him most was that, because of Isomoto Yuka's height, he was positioned right on her lower abdomen.

If you think about it for even a little while, you'll be discovered immediately, and then you'll be in big trouble.

“My dream is to be your assistant in the brass band for life. Why couldn’t I even do it from the beginning?” Yuka Isomoto’s voice was hoarse and deep, as if it were squeezed out of her lungs.

"Iso Gen-kun, can you let me go first? Let's talk this out."

Kitahara Hakuba was in a bad mood. He found that the more he tried not to think about it, the more he reacted, and he didn't want to ruin Yuka's feelings for him.

"Couldn't you have just given me a piece of your mind? Then I would have said, 'Okay, we agreed,' and then you would have just left and I wouldn't have been able to contact you. It's that simple, not as complicated as you think."

"No matter what, I can't do this," Kitahara Shiro said softly.

"Why?" Yuka Isomoto's fingers gripped his coat tightly.

"Because I said that Ichigen-kun means a lot to me, and I don't want to lie to you."

Chapter 332 331. Aomori Girl Wants to Take the Initiative (4)

Kitahara Hakuba's words made Isomoto Yuka increasingly unable to control her overflowing emotions.

The stars twinkled, blinking in the night sky.

She held his body tightly with both hands, letting his warmth completely dominate her senses, and her nostrils were filled with his scent.

"Does Kitahara-sensei have any missing parts?"

Yuka Isomoto lifted her small face, her eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she were waking from a dream. When her eyes met his, a soft light shone in them.

"The missing part?"

This question stumped Kitahara Hakuba, who considered himself to be living a fulfilling life and had no complaints whatsoever.

Seeing the confusion on his handsome face, Yuka Isomoto gently pursed her lips and said:

"To be honest, I don't really understand, but I also imagine that just as Kitahara-sensei gave me distorted values, I could give Kitahara-sensei something in return."

Distorted Values: Kitahara Hakuba doesn't think that everything he bestows is distorted; it's always been positive and uplifting.

"Isomoto-kun, I can hardly breathe anymore :::" Kitahara Hakuba thought to himself, "Let her go first."

Not to mention, another part of his heart has already begun to stir up trouble within him.

However, Yuka Isomoto, unusually, did not listen to him. Instead, she closed her eyes and said:

I'm afraid I won't have another chance.

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Kitahara Hakuba's body slowly warmed up in the cold night, and he spoke gently:

"It's not like I'm ignoring you. You're welcome to contact me anytime in the future."

Like a sleeping child, Yuka Isomoto rubbed her face against his chest, silently counting down the thirty seconds in her mind.

Because she understood that she had already put him in a difficult position, and he couldn't afford to be any more outrageous.

Just as Yuka Isomoto was breathing softly and gently,

She quickly opened her eyes, huddled in a corner like a startled fledgling bird, afraid to make any move.

The girl's face was flushed, and her eyes trembled like glass marbles under the moonlight.