I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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This leader always appears exceptionally aloof in front of the club members, but as soon as she's in front of Kitahara-sensei, a single glance is enough to bring her back to her delicate, girlish self.

"Amemori-kun is still in the first voice part, right?"

Kitahara Hakuba actually knew, but he simply wanted to ease the tension and talk to her to make her feel less nervous.

Yu Shou sat upright in the chair, her pleated skirt barely covering her knees, revealing a patch of snow-white thighs. Her tone became quite different as she said, "Hmm."

"How does it feel to be the chief commander?"

"feels good."

"Right? Everyone can see clearly what each person is doing offstage."

"Yes, it feels very clear."

Kitahara Hakuba smiled slightly at her, placing his hand on the metronome. "Making you the chief was definitely the right decision. Let's begin."

However, Yu Shou's attention was entirely focused on his slender fingers, and the veins on the back of his hand looked particularly beautiful to her.

"Yu Shou?"

Kitahara Hakuba noticed her staring blankly and spoke up to remind her.

"Is there a problem? Or do we need to slow down?"

Yu Shouyi tensed up, her thighs pressed tightly together, her calves turned outwards, and her face flushed as she quickly said:

"No, it's okay, I can blow it."

As she spoke, she quickly flipped through the sheet music and then picked up her trumpet.

"Let's begin."

After Kitahara Hakuba finished speaking, he immediately pressed the metronome button.

The trumpet's sound is distinctly different from other instruments; it possesses overwhelming tension and a beautiful, bright high register.

Just listening to it was a pleasure, so much so that by the time he came to his senses, the originally short audition excerpt had already been played.

"Yes, you played very well." He nodded with satisfaction.

As Yu Shou's small mouth left the mouthpiece, she felt as if most of the oxygen in her body had suddenly disappeared due to the excessive vibrato in the excerpt.

The soft breasts, encased in the bra, were expanding at a visible rate.

"Speaking of which, why don't you want to try the trumpet solo this time, Rain Guardian?" Kitahara Hakuba twirled his pen, his lips slightly relaxed.

Yu Shou's gaze was fixed on him, and beneath her fair skin, faint blue veins could be seen.

"I'm not as good as Nagase-san and Kuno-senpai," she answered truthfully.

"Actually, the other members of the trumpet section probably have this idea, but I still hope that you can participate in these things more in the future. The result is not the only value."

Kitahara Hakuba straightened his posture, placing his arms on the table:

"I think the growth and gains in the process are equally important. It is an opportunity to improve oneself, rather than simply winning or losing. Every attempt lays the foundation."

Yu Shou blinked, her long eyelashes moving up and down.

Just as they said, Kitahara Hakuba will say some things he would never have said before.

"Sorry, do you think what I'm saying sounds a bit too teacherly? When I was a student, I always thought what I was saying was tedious and I didn't want to listen to it."

Seeing her slightly furrowed brows, Kitahara Hakuba subconsciously scratched his cheek.

However, Yu Shou shook her head, her single ponytail swaying with her movements:

"No, rather I would say I like you the most, Kitahara-sensei."

"Oh, that's good. I thought I'd be disliked for saying these things."

Looking at the smile spreading across his face, Yu Shou felt a warmth in his lower abdomen and his throat tighten. He mustered his courage and said:

"No matter what, I really like Kitahara-sensei!"

Kitahara Hakuba's lips curled into a slight smile, his tone conveying an unparalleled sense of comfort and reassurance:

"I also really like Yu Shou. You are one of the first girls who have left the deepest impression on me since I started teaching vocational education."

"No! The 'I like' I meant Yi Yi!"

"Rain Guardian!"

Unlike Kitahara Hakuba's smiling response, Akamatsu Sayaka quickly stood up, placed her hands on Kitahara's shoulders, and said, "The audition is over. We can talk about it later. There are many club members waiting outside. Come on, thank Kitahara-sensei."

Yu Shou had no choice but to get up, swallow his words, bow to Kitahara Hakuba in thanks, and leave the First Music Room.

Kitahara Hakuba was puzzled.

He just wanted to have a good talk with his members about life and playing instruments. Why do these girls always seem to be thinking about romance?

He also wanted to say, "I understand that you find it difficult to play a solo and you already have the answer in your heart, but I don't think your attempt will make you lose anything. Besides, I am still in the wind band and can face and improve with you."

Let him show off his personal charm as a young teacher, what would be wrong with that?

However, he wouldn't force Yu Shou to participate in the solo audition.

Just as he respected Kirishima Mai's choice, everyone has their own rhythm and choices, and forcing others may backfire.

At that moment, the door to the first music classroom opened again, and Sayaka Akamatsu walked in with Tsukiyo Nagase.

"Teacher Kitahara." Nagase Tsukiyo bowed respectfully to him as soon as she entered.

Akamatsu Sayaka glanced at her, then followed suit and bowed to him with a playful smile.

Kitahara Hakuba smiled and gestured for her to sit down.

Nagase Tsukiyo covered her skirt with one hand, sat down along the contour of her hips, and carefully placed the sheet music on the music stand.

The girl's stockings clung gently to her skin, the white socks highlighting the delicate and graceful nature of her feet, the glimpses of her flesh beneath.

Just looking at it makes one feel happy.

"Third year student, Nagase Tsukiyo, trumpet, first interval."

Nagase Tsukiyo's voice is light and pure, unlike Saito Haruka's affected manner; it possesses an unintentional girlish sweetness.

The folds of her skirt created several soft creases as she sat, and from this angle, the shadow between the girl's legs could also be seen.

But it can only be a shadow; it cannot be seen as a real entity.

Kitahara Hakuba didn't say anything more, his hand resting on the metronome:

"Prepare."

The girl raised the trumpet, and her soft, cherry-like lips took the mouthpiece into her mouth.

The high notes vibrated through the air, as if trying to penetrate one's eardrums; the powerful timbre, with its exquisite audio, pierced through the first music classroom without bias.

Sayaka Akamatsu, standing to the side, couldn't help but swallow hard. The melody she was playing was too smooth, making it impossible to perceive the transitions between notes.

The only description that comes to mind is "a wind instrument player born specifically for competitions".

"Thank you."

Kitahara Hakuba's words made Nagase Tsukiyo put down her instrument, and after a long while, she slowly continued speaking.

"Nase-kun, just like last time, you blew it perfectly."

“Hmm…” Nagase Tsukiyo’s lips pursed slightly as she tried to suppress her emotions and said, “Thank you for your compliment.”

What was he going to say to himself? The members said that he would chat with the members who auditioned for a while.

Thinking of this, Nagase Tsukiyo pursed her lips tightly and deliberately slowed her breathing in an effort to maintain a calm expression.

Even so, her chest still rose and fell slightly.

Kitahara Hakuma circled her name, as if saying it casually:

"I hope to see you collaborate with world-renowned conductors in the future, even though you've had the least amount of teaching time among the three-year students."

But it certainly adds luster to my resume.

"No, you're too modest. It's my good fortune to be taught by you," Nagase Tsukiyo said in a soothing tone.

Kitahara Hakuba smiled gently:

"Thank you for your hard work, next one."

Nagase Tsukiyo is the witness.

That's all? Is that all I wanted to say to her?

"Oh, right." Kitahara Hakuba suddenly called out from behind.

Nagase Tsukiyo's heart suddenly turned cold, and she pretended not to notice the heat gathering on her face.

Result 1: "You have a solo performance later, so don't just leave."

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......good.""

It ended hastily.

Even after leaving the classroom of the First Music Festival, Nagase Tsukiyo was still somewhat dazed, as if compared to the other girls,

I realized I had overlooked something important.

"They're out so quickly?" Even the members waiting at the door were somewhat surprised.

“The moonlit night is playing so well, it’ll definitely come out in no time,” said Sakurako Yukawa.

In Minister Yukawa's mind, the longer he stayed inside, the more he would be scolded by Teacher Kitahara for not playing well.

Nagase Tsukiyo held the trumpet in one hand and nervously clutched the hem of her skirt with the other.

Does he really think there's nothing to talk about with me...?

Sakurako noticed that her ears were slightly red and her eyes were melancholy, so she went up to her and asked:

"What's wrong? Didn't you like your performance?"

"No, it's just that time seems to fly by."

Nagase Tsukiyo tilted her head back, looked out the window, and smiled.

"If only Kitahara-sensei could have come two years earlier."