I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"But then, wouldn't Qingniao have no memories to hold onto? I think that when she sees the euphonium in the future..."

Being able to recall the past is a wonderful thing, whether good or bad, it's all part of it.

Kitahara Hakuba slightly opened his mouth, peering in surprise at Isomoto Yuka beside him, her eyes as clear as a stream.

It seems to reflect all the beauty in the world.

It is truly pure and without a trace of impurity.

I don't want to get this Aomori girl dirty.

"By the way, Kitahara-sensei, why did you want to compose music? Are you just too free?"

Yuka Isomoto tilted her head curiously, unaware of how offensive her words sounded.

“Leisure is one part, and wanting to leave something behind is another part,” Kitahara Hakuba added on the spot.

"What do you want to leave behind?"

Yuka Isomoto muttered to herself, and it took her a while to finally come to her senses.

Saito Harutori once told her that after Kitahara-sensei won the gold medal this year, he might leave Touyu High School.

She was skeptical at the time because Kitahara-sensei never said it himself, nor did he give any indication; it was all Harutori's self-testing.

But now, Kitahara-sensei suddenly says she wants to leave something behind.

Yuka Isomoto stared at his profile with a bewildered expression, her empty hand clutching the hem of her skirt as she said:

"Teacher Kitahara, are you leaving the Touhi Asahi Brass Band?"

“Yes, I plan to leave after you graduate from your three-year program,” Kitahara Hakuba said without the slightest hesitation.

Rather, from the moment Kitahara Hakuba decided to ask Isomoto Yuka for help, he had no intention of hiding anything, and the matter was originally going to be made public at some point anyway.

The sudden words kept striking Yuka Isomoto's mind. His expression seemed serious, and his thin lips curved into a smile that was no different from usual.

"Why...why?" Yuka Isomoto wanted to reach out and hold Hakuba Kitahara's arm, but she didn't have the right or the courage.

"how to say."

"Winning the gold medal this year will allow me to take a break, and for me, I might prefer a more challenging school."

It's easier to understand when you say it like this.

Yuka Isomoto was speechless, because Kitahara-sensei looked like the type to save a bad school from disaster, otherwise why would she have come to Asahi in the first place?

What left her mind blank was that the goal she had painstakingly set for herself had suddenly been severed.

Untraceable.

She wants to study music education at Sapporo University, and then return to Asahi High School after graduation to serve as an assistant advisor to Kitahara-sensei.

To become his right-hand man.

But now, he says he wants to leave Ding, making Yuka Isomoto feel that her future is shattered.

“Iso Gen-kun.”

"Huh?"

Kitahara Hakuba stood at the doorway, looking at Isomoto Yuka who was still walking forward, and said, "Go past Kodachi, and come here."

"I'm sorry." Yuka Isomoto quickly walked back and followed him into the pantyhose room.

She sat on the sofa against the wall without saying a word.

Not only did Ding not say anything to try and persuade her to stay, she couldn't even utter a single word of blessing.

Kitahara Hakuba took out a stack of sheet music and handed it directly to Isomoto Yuka, saying:

"Here, these are the scores I've written so far. This one is the full score, and this one is for the euphonium. The second part might be a bit longer, and you'll need to pay more attention to the techniques. I don't need you to stay up too long tonight; just have you try out these parts."

"it is good."

Yuka Isomoto took the score, but she didn't pay attention to any of the densely packed notes on the score; her eyes were fixed on Hakuba Kitahara.

She realized something deeply about Ding.

That is, after graduating from high school, when Kitahara-sensei leaves Touyu High School, she will lose her status as a student and lose her most ordinary and "simple" connection with him.

If he hadn't resigned, the two might have remained colleagues in the future, which would have been the best outcome for Yuka Isomoto.

But once he left the company, he had no connection with Ding.

If we dwell on him too much as a "graduated student," it might make him, who isn't a teacher, feel disillusioned with his job.

Yuka Isomoto begins to feel uneasy and fearful about the future she cannot control.

She knew that her time with Kitahara-sensei was entering its cruel countdown.

If he continues to drift with the tide, he will be swallowed up in an instant, crushed into unrecoverable fragments of his memory.

Yuka Isomoto's fingers pressed tightly against the sheet music, causing the paper to wrinkle heavily from her pressure. In front of her, Kenjiro Kokoro was picking up his pen and marking something on the score.

Sunny Bird, what should I do?

Please, Ding, could you teach me?

Chapter 330, Section 329: You're Getting More and More Arrogant (4)

Because Isomoto Yuka is a senior in high school, Kitahara Hakuba didn't want to waste too much of her time.

"Thank you for your hard work, that's all for now."

Yuka Isomoto glanced at the sheet music full of rests, placed the euphonium on her lap, and coughed slightly.

"Has Kitahara-sensei decided on a name yet?"

Kitahara Hakuba flipped through the score pages, a rare look of confusion and unease on her face. In the end, she could only manage a dry laugh:

"Actually, I didn't put much thought into naming it. Once all the compositions are finished, I'll probably choose a very ordinary name."

Yuka Isomoto looked at him curiously:

"for example?"

Kitahara Hakuba frowned, tilting his head slightly as he said:

"The Fruits of the Autumn Harvest?"

“So ordinary:” Yuka Isomoto didn’t want to spoil the mood, but Kitahara-sensei’s name was just too ordinary, and it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say it was old-fashioned.

When choosing songs, teenagers like them first consider the difficulty level of the song, and secondly, they subconsciously tend to choose songs with beautiful and meaningful titles.

For example, pieces like "A Poem for a Year of Wind Music", "The Beginning of the Story", "Planet", and "Fairy Tale".

“Is that so?::::” Kitahara Hakuba awkwardly raised his hand and scratched his cheek. “Maybe. I don’t really like racking my brains to come up with song titles.”

Yuka Isomoto didn't know what to say, so she could only smile and lower her head. The euphonium had a metallic sheen that clearly reflected her face.

Indeed, Kitahara-sensei is an extremely pragmatic person. If the composition is not good, no matter how nice the name is, it won't please him.

Want some late-night snacks?

"what?"

Yuka Isomoto was somewhat stunned by Kitahara Hakuba's sudden question.

"Am I outdated in my understanding of the term 'late-night snack'? Well, it's only a little past nine o'clock now."

Kitahara Hakuba felt that he was only six years older than Yuka, so why did he always feel that Yuka was several generations older?

"Is Kitahara-sensei hungry?" Isomoto Yuka laughed.

"Yeah, I hadn't eaten since I left Nagase's house, and you called just in time, so I came over," Kitahara Hakuba said without any hesitation.

There was nothing to hide for him. He and Nagase Tsukiyo weren't doing anything bad, and as someone with experience, Isomoto Yuka certainly wouldn't doubt him.

Yuka Isomoto's eyes flashed with light, her legs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, pressed tightly together beneath her skirt, and she grinned as she said:

"Didn't you invite the teacher to stay for dinner on moonlit night?"

"Yes, but I refused, because it's too much trouble to think about it carefully." Kitahara Hakuba put the score into the cabinet and locked it.

Yuka Isomoto didn't quite understand, and blinked her innocent big eyes, saying:

"trouble?"

Kitahara Hakuba was tired, so he sat down next to her and said, "Yes, she's home alone, and it's already dark."

"This statement only confused Yuka Isomoto even more." - Mitsuba_ya *No error in content*

If that's the case, then aren't the two of them like that now?

Alone in a room, it's dark.

But why isn't Kitahara-sensei nervous? Doesn't she find it troublesome?

Yuka Isomoto wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing, but the only thing she was sure of was that Kitahara-sensei seemed to prefer being with her.

Kitahara Hakuba, unaware of her thoughts, gazed tenderly at her youthful face and said:

"Besides, the things Nagase-kun treated me to were all quite expensive. I still prefer the ramen shop that Iso-gen recommended the other day."

"Mmm"

Yuka Isomoto hugged the euphonium tightly in her arms; his smile made her feel so hot that she suspected it could melt the brass instrument.

She was very happy because she could vaguely sense that Kitahara-sensei was getting closer to her preferences, and this feeling was too wonderful.

“Taiba-sensei is exactly like that too,” said Yuka Isomoto.

"I?"

"The things you give are all very expensive. You seem to be just as unaware of this as Nagase-kun."

Kitahara Hakuba paused for a moment, then frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and said:

"Indeed, perhaps because I have money, I've been a bit cocky these past few days."

“呢

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Unexpectedly, Kitahara-sensei made such a self-evaluation of himself, and Isomoto Yuka didn't know how to respond, and even regretted saying those words.