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“I understand, I believe in Kitahara-sensei.”
In Kitahara's heart, there must be the music he has created since he became a mentor and advisor.
The reason he stays by the side of the members is because their long-term efforts overlap with his vision of music.
Kirishima's abilities are outstanding; if it were any other teacher, they might have given her private psychological counseling overnight.
However, Kitahara-sensei did not hesitate to choose Eto-junior. From this point of view, he was really very confident and felt that he could win the national championship gold medal even if he changed the person.
Faced with this reality, Sakurako Yukawa could only feel sorry for Kirishima and relieved for Eto.
Kitahara Hakuba leaned back in his chair, sighed quietly, and said:
"Sometimes I have to worry about things outside of music, which is a real shame."
“Huh?” Sakurako Yukawa didn’t quite understand what he meant by that.
Kitahara Hakuba lowered his brows, his tone tinged with apology, and said:
"I'm sorry, it just came to me suddenly when I saw you like this, Minister Yukawa. It's quite something."
"No, it's the minister's duty," Yukawa Sakurako said with a slightly flustered smile.
Do you feel she's meddling in too many things?
No, Kitahara-sensei isn't a sarcastic or eccentric person.
"Responsibilities"
.
Kitahara Hakuba smiled, raised his hand to touch his hair, and said...
"Sometimes I feel bad that my decisions make you take the time to understand them. If the same thing happens again, I will let you know in advance as appropriate."
Upon hearing his words, Yukawa Sakurako felt a warmth on the soles of her feet, where a light blue logo was printed on her white ankle socks.
After the same thing
It's been three years already, and she's already at the national conference. Is there anything more to come?
"kindness."
Even so, she nodded heavily, bowed to Kitahara Hakuba, and left the staff office.
Kitahara Hakuba tapped his fingers lightly on the table. Yukawa Sakurako had come to talk to him about Kirishima Mai, but she hadn't come to ask for an explanation for Kuno Tatsuka's failure to be selected.
It seems that in their minds, Kuno Tachibana's two previous defeats had already proven the truth. Even if she loses to Nagase Tsukiyo again this time, they won't be surprised at all, but will only feel regret in their hearts.
Kitahara Hakuba sighed softly. Every time the brass band's audition ended, there was an undercurrent stirring the seemingly calm atmosphere.
Several potted plants belonging to other teachers lazily stretched their leaves in the sunlight, the light filtering through the window and falling on the transparent cups on the table, creating a warm halo.
He raised his wrist to check the time; the time he had given them to adjust their emotions was almost up, and he needed to prepare for the new A-arrangement ensemble practice immediately.
He got up and took the score with him.
Step onto the elevated corridor and then enter the club building.
A cool breeze gently enveloped my body; every tile seemed to emanate a slight chill, and the air I inhaled was incredibly refreshing.
Kitahara Hakuba walked into the stairwell to head to the first music classroom, when he suddenly noticed that the door to the emergency exit was half-open, and he could occasionally hear the sound of shoes rubbing against the concrete floor.
Normally, there's no need to worry about it, but today is the weekend, and apart from the brass band, not many students would come to the club building at this time.
Kitahara Hakuba pushed open the half-closed door and peeked inside, only to find Kuno Tachibana sitting alone on the steps with his legs drawn up.
The stairwell in the safety passage was paved with plain cement, without any tiles, and the dusty air tickled Kitahara Hakuba's nose.
Orange light streamed in through the rectangular window, and he looked down at the floor, which was covered with Tachibana Kuno's shoe prints.
"Training time is about to begin."
Hearing the voice behind him, Kuno Tachibana quickly turned around and saw that the person coming was Kitahara Hakuba, so he turned back.
"Let's rest here; it's cooler."
“This place is filthy. You shouldn’t come here to rest if you want to,” Kitahara Hakuba said softly from behind her.
"It won't happen again next time," Kuno Tachibana said.
Kitahara Hakuma crouched down beside her, and through the gaps in her short black hair, one could see her almost flushed face.
"Crying again?" he asked.
Kuno Tachibana's throat moved slightly as he squeezed out a sound from his vocal cords:
No. "
Kitahara Hakuba's gaze fell on her now-dirty, pristine white indoor shoes, and he spoke:
"Do you hate me, teacher?"
Kuno Tachibana shook her head, and with a tightening of her grip on his arm, one could clearly see her cherry-pink nails digging into the flesh, leaving a red mark.
"It's because I'm not good enough. I've practiced for so long, but I still can't satisfy you."
Her second half of the sentence gradually became damp, slowly sinking into the dusty ground, sweat sliding down the girl's cheeks from her temples.
Kitahara Hakuba raised his hand and tucked her hair behind her ear, then gently pinched her small, soft earlobe and said:
"Should we compare them again?"
"No, I said I wouldn't. This is too embarrassing." Kuno Tachibana bit his lower lip, his eyelids trembling slightly as he looked at the ground. "I don't want to argue with Kitahara-sensei."
Kitahara Hakuba knew what she meant by "argument," because he had already said in the classroom that the selection results were not open to questioning.
"Have you been hiding here all this time?" he asked.
Kuno Tachibana, as if sulking, pouted and raised his voice, saying:
"I already said it was a rest day."
Okay, okay, I'll take a break then.
Kitahara Hakuba patted her on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, it's time to practice."
"I was expecting Kitahara-sensei to comfort me as soon as she saw me, but instead she came to call me to practice?" Kuno Tachibana looked up at her, the girl's full under-eye bags slightly red and swollen.
"What kind of comfort do you want? Milk tea?"
Kuno Tachibana lowered his head, turned his feet, which were wearing indoor shoes, inward, and said in a low voice:
"I want to find someone to hug me."
“I’ll call Nagasawa and the others over,” Kitahara Hakuba said.
Kuno Tachibana brushed aside the sweat-dampened bangs clinging to his forehead with his fingertips, took a deep breath, and said:
"No, I don't want them to see me in such a negative state."
"Is it enough for you to be in front of me?" Kitahara Hakuba said.
Yes, it's fine in front of Kitahara-sensei.
Kuno Tachibana's cheeks flushed a faint crimson as he spoke in a voice barely audible.
"Only when I'm with you can I act cute and spoiled when I'm sad."
Kitahara Hakuba remained silent for a while. Back when he was at her house, he had only asked to enter her room.
That's it, I've forgotten everything except her cherry blossom-colored plum blossom.
Coming back to his senses from his clear memories, Kitahara Hakuba sighed:
"I just can't do anything with you."
Kuno Tachibana thought he was unwilling, so she bit her lip and smiled as she defended herself:
"Never mind. I was just kidding."
However, Kitahara Hakuba had already placed the document folder on the steps and sat down directly, saying:
"You have ten seconds."
"Ukuno Tachibana couldn't help but stare at his face, his Adam's apple trembling slightly as if in surprise as it protruded from his collar."
"Wait!"
Chapter 209, Section 208: Only When I'm With You Can I Act Cute (4K) >>
Hearing him suddenly start counting, Kuno Tachibana was so startled that she threw herself into his arms, burying her face in his shoulder. Her voice, which had been excited, suddenly softened.
I haven't even started yet:
Kuno Tachibana rubbed her face against his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his body.
Kitahara Hakuba didn't know where to put his hands. At first, he subconsciously wanted to put his arm around Kuno Tachibana's waist, but then he thought that he couldn't do that.
Touching his head is also not okay. Although I touch it normally, it feels strange to touch his head now.
After thinking it over, he decided to just lie on the floor. It didn't matter if it got dirty; he could just wash his hands.
A soft sob escaped from deep within Kuno Tachibana's delicate throat.
“No.” Kitahara Hakuba relaxed his lips. “It’s comforting to me that you care so much about this.”
At that moment, Kuno Tachibana suddenly grasped Kitahara Hakuba's arm, and the warmth from his palm made him instinctively say:
"Ten seconds have passed, let's tidy up."
Kuno Tachibana looked at Kitahara Hakuma, who had stood up, and forced a cheerful smile, just like always, onto his face:
"Teacher Kitahara, don't I have any charm as a beautiful girl to you?"
"Sorry, teacher doesn't quite understand what the charm of a beautiful girl is."
Kitahara Hakuba, feigning primness, gazed at her skirt and said...
"Look, it's all covered in dust. Why did you have to pick this place of all?"
Wouldn't toilet stalls be better? They're clean and hygienic.
Kuno Tachibana propped herself up, first clapping her hands, then repeatedly patting her dusty pleated skirt:
"Teacher Kitahara, is this area clean? Could you take a look?"
She pointed to her buttocks, and Kitahara Hakuba, seeing the dust still on them, restrained his hand from slapping them off.