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"Crack—!"
The music stand creaked, and Kitahara Hakuba glanced towards the trumpet section, only to find Kuno Tatsuka covering his mouth and laughing.
Yu Shou's upper body was slightly curled up.
"What's wrong? Does your stomach hurt?" he asked.
"N-nothing...it's nothing..." Yushou gently rubbed his big toe and said painfully, "I bumped my toe on the music stand."
As soon as she said those words, many girls showed a similar pain on their faces, and their toes hidden in their socks curled up as if they were feeling the same pain.
"Everyone be careful, ninety-eight people is very crowded," Kitahara Hakuba warned.
Although the first music classroom is much larger than the other classrooms, it is already overloaded. In order to save space, even the piano has been moved to the first audiovisual classroom outside.
However, this situation will definitely ease after the national conference, since the majority of the three-year students within the department will retire, freeing up a lot of space.
After the morning ensemble practice, Kitahara Hakuba returned to the staff office.
A polite knock sounded at the door. He knew who it was without looking up, and replied, "Come in," while looking at the sheet music.
"Excuse me." It was Saito Harukori who walked in.
There were other teachers in the staff office. As usual, Saito Haruka greeted the passing teachers with a smile and came to Kitahara Hakuba's side.
"Let's talk about it when we get back."
Before she could even speak, Kitahara Hakuma's words silenced her.
He learned from Nagase Tsukiyo that Saito Harutori had mentioned that the school he wanted to apply to was Tokyo University of Music.
The application period for Tokyo University of Music is just around the corner, and the first selection will be in November. With time still tight, Kitahara Hakuba doesn't want Saito Haruka, a young girl, to follow him around because he doesn't even know if he'll stay in Shin-Asahi's future. He's even hesitant about which university to apply to and hasn't even registered yet.
Saito Harutori stood demurely in the office, speaking very cautiously, as if afraid of being overheard by the other teachers:
"Then can you come to my house tonight to talk?"
The girl looked at him expectantly, and her alluring aura left Kitahara Hakuba speechless; he simply twirled his pen in his hand.
“Okay, I’ll message you later.” Kitahara Hakuba nodded.
"Okay, I'll be going now." Saito Harutori smiled and nodded, then turned and left the office.
I don't understand, what is she after?
Money? If she just goes back and admits defeat, she'll probably have everything she needs, right?
As Kitahara Hakuba's mind wandered, the mechanical pencil left more and more black dots on the sheet music.
"Teacher Kitahara."
Another voice came from the doorway. The other teachers were really puzzled as to why beautiful female students would come to see Kitahara Hakuba every day.
Kitahara Hakuba looked up and saw that it was Nagase Tsukiyo.
"what happened?"
Nagase Tsukiyo stopped in front of him, her fair legs, slender and shapely beneath her pleated skirt, and a happy smile appeared on her face as she said:
"I've signed up."
"Ok?"
Kitahara Hakuba paused for a moment before realizing she was referring to the application process for Tokyo University of Music.
"congratulations."
Nagase Tsukiyo pulled a handkerchief from her pleated skirt and wiped the sweat from her palms shyly, the heat concentrated on her face.
Seeing that she hadn't moved after she finished speaking, Kitahara Hakuba asked in a low voice:
"Nase-san, is there anything else?"
Nagase Tsukiyo took a very subtle deep breath, glanced instinctively at the teacher nearby, and said softly:
Do you have time after you finish today?
"Probably not."
I'd like to talk to you alone outside about something.
Did he just say he didn't have time?
Chapter 192, Section 191: The Three of Them Will Never See the Sunshine Again (4K)
Kitahara Hakuba ran his hand through his hair, propped his head up, and said tactfully:
"Nagase-kun, Captain Yukawa and I didn't discuss leaving school early today, so practice will continue until 6 PM, okay?"
"I know."
Nagase Tsukiyo's hands, clasped together in front of her, were fiddling with her neatly trimmed, beautiful cherry-white nail polish.
"So, will this...... bother you? I have something I want to say..."
"If Nagase-san thinks I've done some things well, that would be great."
Kitahara Hakuba ruthlessly interrupted Nagase Tsukiyo's invitation, who seemed sullen and uneasily stared at his face, seemingly annoyed by the interruption.
"But I have something to do tonight. Unless it's something very important, could we talk another day?"
Hmm...
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Nagase Tsukiyo's gaze lingered on his lips for a moment, then she took a shallow breath.
"Okay, I'm sorry, I was too abrupt."
Director Ferry said he was going to Tokyo to attend a teachers' seminar, and Tsukiyo Nagase also wanted to take advantage of that time to visit Tokyo University of Music.
She would feel much more at ease if he could accompany her on the road.
The reason I brought it up so early was because I was afraid that if he brought it up with the club members after a while, someone would definitely suggest going together.
After all, she wasn't the only one who wanted to apply to Tokyo.
"Is there anything else?" Kitahara Hakuba asked, looking at the girl who was muttering to herself.
"That's all. Sorry to bother you, thank you, Kitahara-sensei."
Nagase Tsukiyo bowed deeply, her expression somewhat melancholy, and then walked out of the classroom.
Even through the light brown uniform, the girl's slender body lines could be seen, and with each sway of the skirt, her fair and rosy thighs could be seen.
You can't look for too long, otherwise other teachers will suspect you of being a pervert who likes to stare at girls' legs.
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The afternoon sun was blazing, and sports clubs were working hard under the scorching sun, with all sorts of unintelligible shouts echoing across the playground.
The legendary three million yen subsidy for the brass band was like a shot of adrenaline for the Shenxu Club.
Every club dreams that they too can get those three million if they work hard.
During the afternoon break, the members moved the crammed music stands and chairs out of the music room, making it much more spacious.
Inside the classroom, the members stood scattered about, their legs white and straight beneath their pleated skirts.
"Alright! Everyone, look over here now!"
Sakurako Yukawa stood on the command platform, raised her hands, waved, and said...
"The auditions for the national competition will begin next Saturday, but there are still some things I'd like to discuss with everyone regarding the cultural festival!"
"Minister! How should we address this matter regarding school subsidies?" At this moment, a girl raised her hand and asked.
Sakurako Yukawa clasped her hands behind her back, her legs crossed beneath her skirt, and said with a serious expression:
"I've already posted it in the group. Please read it carefully. Anyway, it won't be distributed. We need to think about the future of the brass band. This matter was also approved by Mr. Kitahara."
Kitahara Hakuba, who had been listening in, testified for a while, then smiled and said:
"Yes, I agree."
He also agreed to distribute the subsidies to the members, but ultimately the decision-making power should be given to the executives. However, it was not impossible for Yukawa Sakurako to use him as a scapegoat.
Some members who thought they would get a share of the profits now had expressions on their faces that said, "That's definitely not going to happen."
In their eyes, the brass band club is ostensibly led by the executives, but in reality, the executives also follow Kitahara Hakuba's opinions. The brass band club is Kitahara Hakuba's one-man show, and this is not just a casual remark.
"We plan for everyone to go on stage for this cultural festival, but it's okay if someone doesn't want to go on stage." Yukawa Sakurako glanced at Akamatsu Sayaka.
"Yo~ The ruthless vote-counting beauty is on stage! Is there anyone who doesn't want to go on stage during the school festival?"
Sayaka Akamatsu raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a devilish smile, and said, "If you don't want to go on stage, I'll tell your class's executive committee members to make you do more work at the cultural festival."
Suzuki Yoshie, with one hand on her hip, couldn't help but complain:
"I am the executive committee member for this cultural festival, and I don't think there can be any more."
"Besides you," Akamatsu Sayaka blinked, "anyone who wants to perform on stage, please raise your hand. You have ten seconds to consider~~~"
"Tachibana, shall we go together?" Nagasawa Miya asked.
Kuno Tachibana answered directly with his actions, raising his hand and saying:
"I can't give up any opportunity to showcase my trumpet skills; these experiences are the stepping stones to my growth."
"Why do you sound like a little adult lately?"
Miya Nagasawa shifted slightly, and seeing that Yu Goto next to her had raised her hand, she also raised her hand.
Who knows?
Kuno Tachibana responded lightly, his gaze falling on Kirishima Mai standing next to Goto Yu, and his eyelids twitched as he said,
"Mai, aren't you going?"
Kirishima Mai smiled slightly at her, her hands hanging at her sides without any sign of raising, and said in her usual gentle tone:
"not going."
Kuno Tachibana looked away, a surge of emotion rising in her chest. She couldn't calm herself down and didn't know what to do with her.
"Oh, quite a few people aren't going? Twenty-six people,"
Sayaka Akamatsu started pointing at the members who hadn't raised their hands. This behavior seemed very impolite to others, but since it was Sayaka Akamatsu, everyone gradually got used to her rudeness.