I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Kitahara Hakuba was a little puzzled. It was true that Isomoto Yuka had stayed at his house for a while that night, and it was also true that he had taken her home, but nothing had happened between them.

The neighbors next door were annoyed by her euphonium playing and called the police, which can be corroborated.

At the same time, his house isn't a hotel where you can do that kind of thing with the TV on, and Yu Xiang couldn't possibly be playing the tuba at the same time.

Is he a god? Who can imagine that scene?

“I don’t know who told you this, but neither Isomoto nor I did anything out of line. If you don’t believe me, you can check my home’s security camera footage at any time.”

He bought the camera because he was afraid this kind of thing would happen, and he didn't expect it to actually come in handy.

"Yes, that would be best. Please give it to me as soon as possible," said the ferryman.

"Should we ask Isogen to come over and talk to us? She's still at school," Kitahara Hakuba asked.

However, the ferryman glanced at him, and in that brief moment of eye contact, Kitahara Hakuba realized that he hadn't been thinking from God's perspective.

Given the current situation, the best course of action is to separate the two people and talk to them individually.

After all, in the eyes of outsiders, Kitahara Hakuba is the strong one and Isomoto Yuka is the weak one. If the two are together, the weaker one may be under pressure and unable to speak freely.

"Then what about my guidance in the brass band?" Kitahara Hakuba asked, frowning.

"Kitahara, you need to think about yourself now, not the brass band."

The ferry crossing director, speaking with the air of someone who had been there, said...

“Handsome guys like us are prone to scandals when we become teachers. As long as we have good character, this matter will naturally pass. Your instruction in the brass section will be suspended for a while, and I will find someone to cover for you.”

Kitahara Hakuba crossed his arms in dissatisfaction. He couldn't understand who would do such a thing, or what the benefit would be.

If he were still a student, he would casually say, "Boring."

But things are different now. He is a teacher, and he teaches the wind band, which has the most female students. This is a fatal flaw.

"Director of the ferry crossing, who do you need to help cover for us?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.

The ferry manager, with his legs crossed, said, "I don't know. If it doesn't work out, we'll just find another recent college graduate to fill in temporarily."

"

-Hey uncle, do you think all recent college graduates outside are as good as me? You've struck gold by finding me, do you think everyone outside is a treasure?

"In short, you should rest for a while. I trust you," said the ferry director. "Xiao Yao also said that you do teach students at night. She can vouch for me so I can rest assured."

"How long is a period of time?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.

"Wait for notification."

"Row."

"If there's nothing else, you can go now."

"Ah."

Kitahara Hakuba left the headmaster's office and looked out the window. He saw Isomoto Yuka sitting alone in the L-shaped recess of the school building, practicing by herself.

The golden euphonium reflected the light of the setting sun, innocently radiating a bright, sparkling glow.

Her meticulous handwriting filled the sheet music with dense text, hoping that her efforts would pay off and bring her good results.

Kitahara Hakuba returned to the staff office first, pondered for a while, and deliberately made a mess of the desk, with sheet music and music books scattered around haphazardly.

After doing all that, he picked up his laptop and left the school gate.

Sitting in the tram car, Kitahara Hakuba kept thinking that he didn't seem to have any enemies with anyone.

After arriving in Hokkaido, I only went back and forth between my rented room, school, music store, and shopping mall.

Although I'm puzzled, everything will be alright as long as Yuka Isomoto provides an explanation.

When I arrived at Shinomiya Haruka's music store, I found her sitting at the counter, scrolling through her phone.

Her white, trendy long-sleeved top was tucked into a brown short skirt, and because of her slender waist, her breasts appeared exceptionally full and round.

Her fair and delicate face was lightly made up, and her lips were exceptionally moist and glossy.

"There shouldn't be any female students following us today, right?" Shinomiya Haruka smiled at him as he pushed the door open and entered.

"Ugh, this is such a hassle."

Kitahara Hakuba breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't believe that Shinomiya Haruka was unaware of this matter; the ferryman was her uncle.

"What's wrong, Kitahara-sensei?" Shinomiya Haruka seemed quite happy, but didn't say anything.

Kitahara Hakuba sat on a high stool to the side, straddling his legs, and said:

“I brought Jiyuan home to practice, but I don’t know who reported me, so now your uncle has given me a break.”

"A holiday?" Shinomiya Haruka's eyes lit up, and she cupped her face in her hands, laughing playfully, "Isn't that great?"

I happen to be planning to conceive.

Seeing Kitahara Hakuma's bitter expression, she immediately burst out laughing:

"Are you kidding? Haven't you offended anyone lately?"

"I don't think so."

Shinomiya Haruka raised an eyebrow and said casually:

"Perhaps he unintentionally offended some people in Hakodate because he saw that Shin-Asahi had come with a seemingly powerful but unknown instructor, all in an effort to secure the only spot from the Hakodate regional tournament to go to the national tournament."

They've started targeting you; they might kidnap you tonight and sink you into Hakodate Bay.

Hearing her words, Kitahara Hakuba felt a little flustered. "It shouldn't be that bad, right? It's just a spot in the Hakodate area."

"I don't know, for safety reasons—"

Shinomiya Haruka stood up, sat directly on his lap, wrapped her fair, delicate arms around his neck, and said, forehead to forehead,

"Stay here tonight, and I'll take care of your safety."

Kitahara Hakuma put one arm around her waist, and the two gazed at each other tenderly.

Well, what's done is done. Let's eat first.

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The sun had long since disappeared beneath Hakodate Bay, and night continued to spread throughout this small city.

Inside the room, the woman's fragrance mingled with the scent of blooming flowers.

Shinomiya Haruka lay on her side in Kitahara Hakuma's arms, her beautiful hair casually draped over the pillow, her jade-like body enveloped in soft bedding.

The atmosphere was incredibly comfortable, filled with the tranquility that followed tenderness, making one feel relaxed and happy.

"Good sister, are you satisfied?" Kitahara Hakuba kissed Shinomiya Haruka's forehead affectionately.

It was a first-time experience for both of them, but it went surprisingly smoothly without any funny incidents.

Shinomiya Haruka's cheeks were flushed with wine; the pent-up emotions of the past few days had finally been unleashed today.

Listening to his long, deep breaths and feeling the warmth of their slightly sticky skin, her heart was filled with happiness.

"Mmm," she responded in a languid tone, her whole body radiating satisfaction.

This feeling is like soaking in 38-degree Celsius warm water, making you unwilling to get up, but without making you dizzy.

Kitahara Hakuba used his left hand to remove the hair that was stuck to her face, which looked exactly like a mark drawn with a brown pencil.

"My dear sister, you look so alluring right now," he said with a smile, unable to resist hugging her tighter.

Human body temperature is truly warm.

Shinomiya Haruka glanced at him with a spring-like expression, then hugged him with the same force and said:

Am I not charming normally?

“That’s good too.” Kitahara Hakuba smiled, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, and he exhaled a long breath. “Ah, Shinomiya Haruka, hearing the sound of his exhalation, immediately realized:

"Still thinking about it?"

"I can't not think about it; it's not that simple."

Kitahara Hakuba wanted a cigarette afterward, but unfortunately he didn't like smoking, and the people around him didn't like him smoking either.

"Think carefully, especially look at things from a magnified perspective, and figure out who you have a grudge against."

Shinomiya Haruka's profile was pressed tightly against his chest as she offered him her opinion with utmost seriousness.

"What seems like a small thing to you may be a completely different matter to someone else, and may even be something they worry about for a lifetime."

"It's nothing..."

?

Hearing her words, Kitahara Hakuba touched her hand while recalling the scene.

From teaching Shinjiro Asahi to now, the only thing that might leave a lingering resentment is what I said to Nagase Tsukiyo that night in Sapporo.

But it couldn't have been Nagase Tsukiyo who reported it; his future and this girl's future were practically intertwined.

She gave me rainbow lobsters a while ago, she couldn't possibly do something like that.

Could it be Saito Haruka? She seemed rather unhappy that day, and from beginning to end, she was not very willing to follow his ideas.

The two are said to have been friends since childhood. After Nagase Tsukiyo left the brass band, Saito Harutori worked tirelessly to bring her back to the band.

But even if Kitahara Hakuba leaves the Kamisaki Brass Band, what good will it do for her?

Will she regain control of the brass band? As Amazune suggested, will she turn the brass band into her private backyard?

"Can we continue?" she suddenly asked.

..continue."

A hungry tiger pounces on its prey.

Kitahara Hakuba constantly reminded himself that he was blinded by love, not by the spell cast by Slaanesh. The warm room, filled with an atmosphere of pleasure, possessed a captivating charm.

They took a bath together until midnight. The water was very warm, and they stayed in the bath for a long time without wanting to get up.

The next day, Kitahara Hakuba, exhausted from a whole night's work, slept until 11 a.m. He had never indulged himself like this before.

To be precise, he was woken up by Haruka Shinomiya.

"Oh dear, the culprit is still fast asleep in bed."