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Kuno Tachibana, however, was not so naive. She raised an eyebrow and said:
"These boys probably weren't talking about snakes..."
"
A "golden python" appeared in the bathroom, attracting almost all the boys. The girls, who knew the truth, looked at the boys rushing into the bathroom with disgust.
"What is that?" Kirishima Mai asked curiously.
“…Shit.” Kuno Tachibana said dejectedly, “I don’t understand what’s so interesting about this thing. What are guys thinking?”
Kitahara Hakuba put his phone in his pocket and said with a serious expression:
"You guys keep cleaning, I'll go check on things."
"Teacher Kitahara?" Kuno Tachibana looked at Kitahara Hakuba, who resolutely walked towards the crowd, in shock.
Good heavens! What kind of perverse sense of humor is this that only men can have?! Even a man like Kitahara-sensei can't control himself!
In Kitahara-sensei's mind, she was not even as good as a "golden giant"!
Kitahara Hakuba, upon arriving at the restroom, pushed his way through the group of boys who were already laughing loudly, and entered a squat toilet, where he discovered a "golden python" lying peacefully on the tile.
Upon seeing this scene, Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but laugh.
Not only is its shape perfect, but it also perfectly avoids pits, no wonder the boys cleaning the bathroom felt both amused and exasperated.
Seeing that the teacher was laughing, the boys surrounding him laughed even harder, asking him if he had ever seen this thing before.
Kitahara Shiro smiled warmly and said that she had seen all kinds of things, but this was the first time she had ever seen one so perfect.
As soon as he finished speaking, the bathroom was filled with an atmosphere of pleasure.
A bunch of phone cameras were used to take pictures of the giant gold statue, and the photos were widely shared.
In the eyes of these boys, beautiful girls are common, but giant golden pythons are rare.
Some boys start vomiting as soon as they watch it, then after calming down they continue watching, vomiting again, over and over again—pure masochistic behavior.
"Go borrow a shovel and push it down. In short, you can handle whatever you want to do."
Kitahara Hakuba laughed indifferently and said, "Just restore this place to its original state, and remember to sprinkle plenty of lemonade here."
Amidst the boys' screams of "Ah~!" and sounds of gagging, Kitahara Hakuba walked out of the bathroom, only belatedly realizing that he was starting to vomit.
"I just don't understand... I really don't understand."
Kuno Tachika took out her phone; almost all of her WeChat Moments posts were now discussing the "Golden Python."
The golden python is beautiful in form, unlike disgusting things like grain porridge, strawberry tart, black mamba, and pumpkin porridge. It's simply a miracle!
If it were the end of the world, and God asked me to find a dungeon to survive, I would definitely choose the one with the Golden Python. It reminds me of the last time I was wiping my butt and accidentally punched a strawberry tower.
Here's a picture I took of a super-duper giant hamburger.
"Evil One One"
Kuno Tachibana rolled her eyes in disgust; she felt like her phone had gotten dirty.
"Disgusting! Disgusting! Disgusting! Why are all boys so abstract?!"
Kirishima Mai remained completely unaffected, diligently wiping the tables and chairs.
"Tachibana, Makoto!"
Just then, Nagase Miya, who was from next door, came over and said, "Want to go to the dessert shop in Wulingdun later to try the new strawberry tart? Yu and I have coupons, so the second one is half price."
Upon hearing this, Kuno Tachibana's eyebrows shot up sharply, and he couldn't help but vomit in front of her, looking like he was about to vomit stomach acid.
"Ugh—!"
"What happened?" Nagase Miya asked, her face full of surprise.
Kirishima Mayi said, untainted by any blemish:
"I don't know."
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A few days later, on July 16th, the summer vacation for Shenxu Private High School officially began.
Because of Hokkaido's high latitude, Hakodate's climate in July is exceptionally mild, usually around 25 degrees Celsius, with pleasant temperatures.
The vibrant chirping of cicadas in summer is something you can't experience in Hokkaido.
During the summer vacation, the brass band practiced from 9 a.m. to 7 p.m.
According to the regulations of Shenxu High School, as a guidance counselor, if the club they are guiding has activities on holidays, the guidance counselor has no holidays and must arrive at the school every day.
As for the holiday allowance, it's four thousand a day.
Kitahara Hakuba arrived outside the rented room. Thin, translucent clouds clung to the azure sky, and the asphalt road and the ubiquitous green leaves were covered with damp water droplets.
Everything in sight is new and exciting.
The air you breathe into your lungs seems to have a thin layer of mist on it.
There are more people on the streets. Hakodate City gets crowded during holidays, but most of them are tourists from other places.
The tram cars were crowded, but you could smell many different antiperspirant sprays.
Upon arriving at Shenxu High School, there were still many students on the playground and in the club building. In the practice classroom, some club members had already begun practicing on their own.
In the morning, the B arrangement was performed together; in the afternoon, the A arrangement was performed together.
For the B-section editors, Kitahara Hakuba did not force them to learn the techniques of articulation; it was enough for them to master the basics such as intervals, rhythm, and breath control.
However, Editor A remained as strict as ever, not allowing any mistakes to occur.
With the Hakodate Regional Tournament approaching, the Shin-Asahi Brass Band's performance has become increasingly perfect. Even now, without looking at the sheet music, they can imprint the melodies of the excerpts and free pieces in their hearts.
"Okay, take a 15-minute break."
In the afternoon, Kitahara Hakuba looked around at his members, who were already panting, and said...
"Everyone," said Sakurako Yukawa, standing up with her clarinet in hand, "Saito-kun bought some fruit tea and has placed it in each section's practice room according to the number of people. Remember to pick it up!"
"Ah, great!"
"Saito-senpai is so kind to us, we really need to work hard!"
"Don't take my grapes!"
Watching the club members walk out of the music room one after another, Kitahara Hakuba remained silent for a while.
These days have been almost like this: Saito Haruki doesn't show up at the brass band club, but he hasn't missed a single day of offering her water.
It's as if it's telling the members... even if she's gone, don't forget her...
To put it bluntly, it's just showing off.
But Kitahara Hakuba quickly began to reflect on himself, realizing that he couldn't look at Saito Harukori with such a narrow-minded perspective. He thought it best to abandon this prejudice as soon as possible, since she might simply want to give.
"Ugh! It's so hot!"
Sitting on the steel tube chair, Kana Eto kept turning the front of her uniform collar, as if trying to fan out a breeze.
From her neckline, you could vaguely see the bra straps, and a thin layer of sweat had already appeared on her forehead.
"Is it that hot?" Sakurako Yukawa said with a smile. "I feel very comfortable today."
"It's probably because of different constitutions."
Kana Eto kept lifting her skirt, trying to fan herself inside, but when she noticed that Hakuba Kitahara was still there, she stopped this foolish idea.
"Teacher Kitahara, why isn't there air conditioning here?" Kana Eto asked.
Kitahara Hakuba smiled gently and said, "It's probably because summers in Hakodate aren't very hot."
Girl, that's a matter for the school leadership. You never know where the school spends its money in such strange ways.
"By the way, don't you think Saito-senpai has changed recently?" Kana Eto said, fanning her face.
"Talk?" Sakurako Yukawa was stunned for a moment.
Kana Eto tilted her head and said:
"Don't you think she's changed lately? Kitahara-sensei must have noticed it too, right?"
Kitahara Hakuma remained seated without speaking, while Yukawa Sakurako smoothed out the wrinkles in her sleeves, her tone revealing a lack of confidence even she herself spoke:
"I didn't notice any significant difference..."
"Hmm... Since Minister Yukawa has said so, then I must have misunderstood."
In Kana Eto's eyes, Yukawa and Saito are very good friends, so if she says that, then there's naturally no problem.
Sakurako Uyuukawa lowered her eyes slightly, her eyebrows moving with her expression, as if reflecting her inner thoughts.
Frustrated, ignorant, and a little sad.
In Qingniao's eyes, was he really her friend? She must have been telling the truth when she said she only had two friends.
Kitahara Hakuba noticed her sorrow; perhaps this girl didn't want Saito to leave the club at all.
Suddenly, the door to the first music classroom was slowly opened.
Sayaka Akamatsu stood at the doorway, her expression conflicted, her usual cheerfulness gone.
"Teacher Kitahara... Captain Yukawa... Someone wants to observe the brass band's practice..."
?
Kitahara Hakuba raised an eyebrow. As an instructor, if anyone wanted to observe in advance, they would naturally have to contact him.
How can they suddenly say they want to come and observe? Doesn't the school follow proper procedures?
"Who?" Sakurako Yukawa asked, puzzled.
She didn't know who would come to observe the wind band of a third-rate school; it would be a waste of time.
Sayaka Akamatsu frowned, her face showing a look of utter confusion.
"Yes, it's Professor Otaki."
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Chapter 121, Section 120: The Lonely Euphonium (4K)