I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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That was the agreement between Kitahara-sensei and those two people. It might not be as solid as they claimed. Thinking of this, Nagase Tsukiyo's breathing became lighter, and she even felt a little happy.

“After all, the three of you will be at the same university in the future, so you can look out for each other,” Kitahara Hakuba said.

Nagase Tsukiyo's toes, encased in loafers, tightened slightly as she finally spoke, asking:

"Teacher Kitahara, there's a question I've always wanted to ask you."

"what?"

Nagase Tsukiyo took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and looked up at him:

"After this national tournament, will you choose to stay at Shenxu High School or leave?"

Her gaze was clear and direct, as if it could penetrate all pretense and reach the heart.

The girl continued:

"I didn't apply to Tokyo University of Music for anyone else; I applied for myself. But I know that Eri and Harutori can't be like me. They must have their own reasons, and the reason they applied to Tokyo University of Music is..."

"

Nagase Tsukiyo's eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterfly wings brushing against the air, yet it stirred a ripple in Kitahara Hakuba's heart.

"It's because they've already become attached to you."

There was no evasion in her eyes, only a pure gaze, and Kitahara Hakuba could not look away.

As expected, Nagase Tsukiyo, who knew the two of them best, was bound to notice this sooner or later.

Kitahara Hakuba downplayed the issue, saying:

"If I don't win gold at the national championships, I will stay at Shenxu High School. This is a goal I set when I started coaching, and it will not change."

Nagase Tsukiyo's cherry lips parted, and she exhaled a breath of warm air as if she had finally found relief.

What she was worried about wasn't that Haruno and Eri were bothering Kitahara-sensei, but that Kitahara-sensei would be forced to change his mind because of their entanglement.

Just then, the city tram arrived at the station, but it was heading in the direction of Nagase Tsukiyo's home.

At first, she thought that Mr. Kitahara didn't want to take her home because of this sensitive topic, but he still followed her in.

The two sat side by side in the quiet carriage, which had only seven passengers including them.

Nagase Tsukiyo's fingers fiddled with the hem of her skirt, her thighs possessing both youthful firmness and a fleshy fullness.

On the power line, neither of them said anything, but it felt like they had already said a lot.

Nagase Tsukiyo lowered her head and repeatedly rubbed the hem of her skirt with her fingers.

Why? Even though she was the first to interact with Kitahara-sensei, Eri and Harutori ended up being connected to him instead.

Was it because I was too polite? Did it make him feel too distant?

However, one should be polite to teachers.

Their bodies swayed gently with the electricity, but their shoulders never touched.

Nagase Tsukiyo glanced at him cautiously and realized that there was still a seat between them.

What exactly causes this sense of distance?

Back then, on the train in Tokyo, he tacitly allowed Eri to sit on his lap, the two of them so close.

But I don't even have the right to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

A short while later, the two got off the mains electricity and walked a short distance to her villa.

Nagase Tsukiyo held her schoolbag in front of her, a hesitant expression on her face. She took a deep breath and said to him:

"Thank you for taking me home."

Sure enough, the moment the words left his mouth, a look of surprise flashed across his face, as if he had been caught off guard.

Without using the usual titles, without a teacher-student relationship, and without being overly polite, the girl simply stated, "I am very grateful to you."

"It's alright, it's so late after all. I'll deliver it if it happens to be there," Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile.

Just assume she might have forgotten to call me "teacher".

Nagase Tsukiyo raised her right hand and repeatedly stroked her bangs, saying:

"Then I'll go in first."

"Okay, goodbye." Kitahara Hakuba waved and turned to leave.

Nagase Tsukiyo returned to the house, but did not leave immediately. Instead, she stood by the window, somewhat flustered, watching his departing figure.

Will he think I'm being rude by doing this...?

Chapter 255, Section 254: The Girl's Sincere Heart (4K)

The next day, the weather was still fine, but the temperature was the same as the day before, and it felt exactly the same.

Kitahara Hakuba arrived at school as usual and walked upstairs. After passing the first grade, he saw two girls who had come early to clean chatting in the corridor.

"What's wrong? Do you like Matsuoka-senpai?"

"It's not that I like him, it's just that I care a little. If Kitahara-sensei hadn't suddenly appeared, I probably would have been with him. Don't you think he's a bit silly sometimes?"

"Wow, they actually dared to drag Kitahara-sensei into this, they've got some nerve."

In the first grade, two girls leaning against the window in the corridor let out soft laughter. The sunlight streaming down from above turned their hair a leaden gray, making it shimmer.

Kitahara Hakuba continued upstairs, passing through the second-year corridor, which seemed to be a copy, where another pair of girls were sweeping the floor.

However, compared to the first year, the color of their indoor shoes and the coin on their chests tells them that they are second-year students.

"Speaking of which, don't you guys think Kitahara-sensei is a bit of a pervert?"

"What do you mean? What did he do to you?"

"He's only twenty-three and he's already made it to the national tournament. Plus, he's handsome and has such a great personality."

"Boring! I thought he did something to you. No fun at all!"

"Even if Kitahara-sensei does something to me, I will humbly accept it."

"Are you crazy?!"

"Haha, but I really want to ask someone as serious as Kitahara-sensei, how many times a week do you do that?"

"That's too evil. If Senior Rain Guardian hears this, he'll be silenced."

Listening to the conversation between the two girls reminded Kitahara Hakuba of Tiramisu and Macaron from "Amagi Brilliant Park".

"You two, be careful, this is a school," Kitahara Hakuba warned.

The two girls were so frightened that they turned around, stood trembling with their legs together, and didn't dare to say a word.

Being caught making disparaging remarks about a teacher behind their back is a disaster.

Kitahara Hakuba didn't want to scold them too much, so he gave them a brief reminder and went upstairs.

Arriving on the third floor, passing by Class A's classroom, I could clearly see Nagase Tsukiyo sitting in her seat doing her homework. She rarely went to the club in the morning.

She was the only one in the entire classroom, but she always appeared poised and at ease.

Kitahara Hakuba walked straight past, and after sitting in the staff office for a short while, another girl stood at the door, her face as white as milk.

"Kanzaki-kun?"

Eri Kanzaki didn't reply. She just stood at the door, looking around the office to make sure no teachers were there, before slowly walking in.

Soon, I could smell a faint fragrance on her body, which I couldn't tell was from shampoo or shower gel.

Kitahara Hakuba looked at her, puzzled.

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

Eri Kanzaki first shook her head, then nodded, her gaze as clear as an autumn lake, carrying an indescribable tenderness:

"I suddenly missed you while doing my homework, so I came to check on you. [Unintelligible characters]"

As soon as you come to his side, the flowing, quiet atmosphere is as comforting as warm water.

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Kitahara Hakuba raised his hand, ran it through his hair, and propped his head up, saying, "We see each other every day, so don't overthink it."

Eri Kanzaki said softly, "Wait for me a moment."

She turned and left, her steps mechanical and rhythmic, her shoes rising and falling in a constant, programmed manner, lacking the dynamism and warmth that life should have.

But only Kitahara Hakuba truly understood how soft and warm Eri's body was, and it was definitely not as "stiff" as it appeared.

After a while, she came in carrying a bag.

The trademark on the outer packaging is Madagascar Chocolate.

"Did you like the cherry tomatoes from last time?"

Eri Kanzaki didn't hand it over, but instead asked about the previous review. The bag wrinkled slightly in her hand, making a soft rustling sound.

Kitahara Hakuba hesitated for a moment. Should he say that the food was actually eaten within half an hour of being delivered?

If that's the case, Hui Li might have to plant more trees and give him gifts in the future.

"It's delicious, but I've been having a lot of acid reflux lately, so I probably can't eat it," Kitahara Hakubatang said.

"It's okay, we're out of tomatoes."

Kanzaki Eri handed over the bag she was holding and said,

"this is for you."

Kitahara Hakuba took the bag and discovered that it contained not chocolate, but nine small, jade-green cucumbers, slender and well-proportioned, with a layer of fine fuzz on their surface.

Judging from its appearance, it looks very appetizing, just like the owner who planted it; eating it would probably be all about coolness and sweetness.

"Give all of these to me?" Kitahara Hakuba looked up at her.

Eri is as adorable as ever, even cuter than her two younger sisters. It's Kitahara Hakuba's strong willpower that allows him to resist hugging and kissing her.

“Yes, I’ll give you all the seeds.” Kanzaki Eri nodded.