I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Chapter 206, Section 205: The National Conference List is Announced! (5K)

The sound of car tires rolling over the roadside was exceptionally clear, and the leaves of the trees on both sides of the street swayed gently in the wind.

At Kitahara Hakuba, office workers gaze intently out the window as they board the public transport system, while students pull out their phones and restrain their laughter with their companions.

At the next stop, a slender young woman walked in.

When she saw Kitahara Hakuma, a hint of panic flashed across her face, but she pretended not to see him and reached out to grab the handrail.

Kitahara Hakuba stared at Kurosawa Maki's profile. She had a petite frame and soft shoulder lines, similar to Kuno Tachibana.

Good morning, Kurosawa-kun.

"I've been found out!" Kurosawa Maki cried out in his heart. "Why do I always run into Kitahara-sensei in the train carriages!"

Let's leave this opportunity to Senior Yu Shou. She would never want to encounter a teacher in her entire life!

Kurosawa Maki feigned surprise, widening her eyes in astonishment:

"Teacher Kitahara, you're here too. Sorry, I don't usually patrol the carriages."

You saw it a long time ago, didn't you?

But Kitahara Hakuba didn't want to expose her, and instead smiled and said:

Didn't you bring your tukulele home to practice yesterday?

Kurosawa Maki forced an embarrassed expression onto her face:

"No... I was playing outside after school yesterday."

“I see.” Kitahara Hakuba nodded and looked out the window.

His words were really no different from small talk.

Kurosawa Maki breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he didn't speak, all the muscles in his body could relax a lot.

But suddenly I felt... as a student, remaining silent seemed disrespectful?

Let's find a topic to talk about?

Kurosawa Maki silently mustered her courage, puffed out her thin chest, and said with a smile:

"Teacher Kitahara..."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Kitahara Hakuba looked up at her. Because she was holding the handrails, her smooth armpits could be clearly seen through the cuffs of her short-sleeved uniform.

"No, I just feel that the scent on you today is a little different, Mr. Kitahara. It smells even better."

The moment she uttered those words, not only was Kitahara Hakuba speechless, but the other passengers were also astonished, casting wide-eyed glances at her.

Kurosawa Maki blinked, and Kitahara-sensei's wrong expression came into view. At that moment, she knew that she had said the wrong thing.

"Well, no, I just think that you usually have a very faint scent, Kitahara-sensei... Listen, no, I don't usually sniff you secretly... I only smell it occasionally when I pass by... huh?"

She became increasingly incoherent as she spoke, to the point that her face turned quite red, drawing stares from the surrounding passengers who thought, "This high school girl is a fetishist."

"It's probably the smell of perfume from my friend's house."

Kitahara Hakuba managed a weak smile, feeling uneasy under every gaze.

"Oh oh oh."

Kurosawa Maki nodded hurriedly, thinking to herself, "Damn it, turn on the mains power faster! I'm definitely going to sleep in tomorrow!"

Time and electricity raced forward in the girl's anticipation, and finally they arrived at Wulingguo Station.

Kurosawa Maki quickly said goodbye and ran out with the crowd.

Kitahara Hakuba followed at a leisurely pace. After walking uphill for a while, they turned right and arrived at Shin-Asahi High School.

The members of the sports clubs were running on the track, especially the female members of the track and field club, who were all wearing black shorts that showed off their muscular thighs and thin sportswear on their upper bodies.

Kitahara Hakuba stood still and watched intently. Soon he spotted a girl in a blue tracksuit running with her head down, very conspicuously.

Judging from the blue tracksuit, she was a third-year student. But when the girl ran up to him, Kitahara Hakuba realized that it was Isomoto Yuka.

She jogged lightly, her short hair fluttering in the wind, the lines of her chest faintly visible beneath her sportswear, and each jump appearing exceptionally soft in the light and shadow.

I touched her passively when I took her home that day; she was really soft.

Yuka Isomoto's attention was entirely focused on the track, and she didn't notice him at all.

Impressed by her efforts, Kitahara Hakuba turned and left, first buying a bottle of Pocari Sweat from a vending machine, intending to offer her a drink.

When she returned, she had run another lap, but at a much slower pace than before.

The female members of the track and field team all sat on the sidelines watching her run.

Some sharp-eyed girls had already spotted Kitahara Hakuma standing to the side.

"Good morning, Kitahara-sensei!"

Unlike the fair-skinned brass band girls, the track and field girls, with their healthy tanned skin, greeted him cheerfully.

Kitahara Hakuba smiled at them; their youthful energy made him feel comfortable.

Because they often spent time outdoors, their voices were much louder than those of the brass band girls, and Yuka Isomoto, who was running with her head down, finally noticed him.

It looks like he's looking at me?

Realizing this, Yuka Isomoto didn't intend to continue running. She crossed the middle of the soccer field and arrived breathlessly in front of Hakuba Kitahara.

However, there was still a distance of nearly two meters between the two.

Kitahara Hakuba stepped forward, intending to hand over the Pocari Sweat he was holding.

As a result, Yuka Isomoto took three steps back with some resistance, the glistening sweat on her forehead sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto her neck, shimmering in the sunlight.

Kitahara Hakuba was stunned, not understanding why he had been rejected.

But Yuka Isomoto quickly explained that the girl's panting was mixed with the sound of the wind:

"I...I just finished running, and I'm all sweaty...it doesn't smell very good. I'll come closer after I shower."

She looked somewhat embarrassed and shy, worried that the unpleasant smell of her sweat would make Kitahara Hakuba dislike her.

"It's okay, I don't mind." He smiled and stepped forward to hand over the water.

It is said that even a young girl's foot sweat smells good, so why can't the sweat produced during exercise smell good?

Kitahara Hakuba will never discriminate against any sweat gland; fairness and impartiality are paramount!

Having just finished exercising, Yuka Isomoto was breathing rapidly and forcefully, and her bangs were stuck together in several strands due to sweat.

"Thank you, thank you."

She blushed as she took the water, which was still a little cold as it had just come from the vending machine.

"Teacher Kitahara, do we have any water?"

At that moment, the athletic club girls with beautifully defined leg muscles gathered around, grinning and asking Kitahara Hakuba to buy them some water.

Unlike other teachers, the girls of Shin-Asahi felt no sense of unfamiliarity with Kitahara-sensei.

Accustomed to being surrounded by "delicate girls," Kitahara Hakuba looked somewhat disheveled being surrounded by "athletic girls."

Because the "athletic girls" seemed to have no concept of body language or shyness, both their arms were being held and their hands were being pulled.

The reason they did all this was simply because they wanted one thing: "Please drink water! Please drink water!"

Some girls brazenly pressed their breasts against him, and Kitahara Hakuba, with his soft skin, was so startled that he surrendered immediately.

"Yes, yes, please, please."

"Yay—!"

Looking at the cheering girls, Yuka Isomoto smiled bitterly to herself.

She raised the back of her hand to wipe the sweat from her cheeks; she had finally managed to chat with him for a while...

But Kitahara-sensei was just too popular among the students, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Student Association Building, First Music Classroom.

"Wow, Kitahara-sensei is so popular...::"

Sayaka Akamatsu crossed her arms on the windowsill, gazing at everything happening on the playground and sighing with emotion.

Yu Shou sat to one side, his eyes glued to the composition for the cultural festival, and said:

"Of course, after all, he's Kitahara-sensei, it would be strange if he wasn't popular."

Even his musical compositions are so good; I really want to hear how wonderful it would sound when they were played together.

Sakurako Yukawa, who was tidying up the "Bravo Band Glory Cabinet," saw that Sakurako had once again shown a fascinated look, so she could only force a helpless smile.

Unrequited love is exhausting, especially when it's with the same person.

"But it seems like she's being pulled around by those girls from the sports club? Why is that?" Akamatsu Sayaka said during the live broadcast.

Pong

Suddenly a sound came from behind, and Yu Shou hurriedly stood up, his little toe hitting the music stand again.

Before she could cry out in pain, she quickly walked to the window and saw Kitahara Hakuma surrounded by seven or eight girls.

Some of the girls even shamelessly pressed themselves against his arm, and some even pressed their chests against it.

"These girls! They run all day long and they smell awful! Isohara-kun is right here! Stop them!"

Upon hearing the ominous words, Yukawa Sakurako was startled, fearing a conflict between the two clubs, and quickly tried to dissuade them:

"Hey! Rain Guardian, don't say things like that!"

Yu Shou was furious. He squatted down, rubbed his little toe, and quickly went to the door to put on his shoes.

"Where are you going?" Yukawa and Akamatsu asked in unison.

"Of course, we're going to warn those girls! As girls, they have no self-respect at all!" said the girl with a single ponytail.

"What's there to warn them about... They're not going to eat Kitahara-sensei." Akamatsu Sayaka thought she was making a mountain out of a molehill.

Sakura-gumi raised her hand to her forehead, fearing a real conflict, and could only say:

"Sigh... I'll go with you."