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"Ah? What's going on?"
"I've never heard Kitahara-sensei mention this before."
Actually, the activities of the brass band and the choir were not on the same day, but they didn't expect that Mr. Kitahara would go to support other sections.
It's not that it's impossible, it's just that I feel a little uncomfortable.
In their hearts, Mr. Kitahara always belonged to the brass band, and no other club should take him away, not even half of him.
Saito Harutori narrowed her eyes, pinched a strand of hair on her cheek with her fingertips, and traced it down to her rounded chest, saying in an unfriendly tone:
"The girls in the choir must have acted on their own initiative, right? That's really going too far."
Chapter 211, Section 210: A "Hug of Love" from Kansai (4K)
The girls in the wind instrument section were puzzled as to whether the choir had acted on their own initiative or had been "specially invited" with permission.
But no one asked, since the saxophone section had just had a run of bad luck, and anyone who dared to ask disappeared without a trace after practice.
As soon as Kuno Tachibana finished practicing, he left the first music classroom to look for Kirishima Mai.
The members of Department B had no activities after the All-Domain Conference ended, and the only thing on their schedule was the Cultural Festival, so they were quite relaxed.
In each section's practice room, instead of the two competition pieces, the music playing was a wind instrument arrangement by Mr. Kitahara.
Having suffered through the dreary and repetitive nature of the competition pieces, the new pieces seemed novel, so everyone practiced diligently.
"Kuno-san, what are you looking for?" Watanabe Hama's sharp eyes spotted the girl peeking out of the classroom door.
"Um, excuse me, has Mai left?" Kuno Tachibana asked, his hands tied behind his back.
"I don't know, I haven't seen her since practice ended this afternoon." Watanabe Hama said, shifting his gaze to Kanzaki Eri. "Eri, have you seen her before?"
Eri Kanzaki didn't speak, she just shook her head.
"Excuse me." Kuno Tachibana bowed slightly to the two senior students and turned to walk out.
She didn't reply to the messages on her phone. What is this girl thinking?
Walking downstairs, you can see the saxophone section members entering the audiovisual classroom one by one, where they will receive additional instruction from Kitahara Hakuba.
However, Kuno Tachibana had no interest in watching the show. He walked through the elevated corridor to his classroom in Class 1-A, only to find a girl sitting on the playground steps outside the window.
There was still a long time before sunset, and the sky was still bright.
Knowing the location, Kuno Tachibana quickly walked downstairs, his heels making a thumping sound on the stairs.
My heart was pounding with each step of the stairs, my hands gripped the handrail tightly, and my skirt fluttered with every movement.
Upon arriving at the playground, she saw Kirishima Mai's figure. She paused briefly, took a deep breath, and after confirming something, her steps became even lighter.
She was like a refreshing breeze left over from summer, carrying youthful vitality and unrestrained freedom.
“I’ve been looking for you for a long time,” Kuno Tachibana said, standing beside her.
Kirishima Mayi sat on the steps, her legs pressed tightly together under her skirt, her gaze fixed on the club building, where the sounds of musical instruments could be heard from time to time.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't selected for a solo performance by Kitahara-sensei, and I wasn't even selected for the A section." Her voice was delicate, each syllable softly overflowing.
Kuno Tachibana puffed out her thin chest to its maximum and smiled in a forced cheerful manner, saying:
Is this apology your only response to me?
Her words were meaningful, leaving Kirishima Mai unsure how to respond.
Kuno Tachibana walked down one step and sat down next to her, saying:
"I've already heard Mr. Kitahara's explanation; you told him your choice on the day of the audition. [The latest chapter/section has been published.]"
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Seeing Kirishima Mai lower her long eyelashes, the sunlight casting a soft halo around her figure, Kuno Tachibana stretched out her legs and said:
“I remember when I first joined the brass band, Mr. Kitahara asked me during an ensemble performance why I wanted to join the brass band, and I replied that it was because I had an oboe at home and the school required students to join clubs.”
Kirishima Mai placed her hands on her cherry-red knees; she remembered this incident.
At the time, Kitahara-sensei had only been serving as an advisor for a short time, and his response to my answer was met with an exaggerated sigh.
Perhaps from that day on, my personality was already shaped in Mr. Kitahara's mind, and my answers during the audition...
In his mind, he had been sentenced to death, unable to compete.
"I thought you were just pretending to be indifferent to worldly desires, but I never expected you to actually be like that." A faint smile appeared on Kuno Tachibana's lips.
Kirishima Mai's fingernails left marks on her knees, her breathing light and even.
"Feel sorry."
"No, you've always been telling the truth, it's just that I've embellished it into something more beautiful."
Kuno Tachibana looked up and could vaguely see the moon hanging in the sky.
"Mai, just keep doing what you want. It's okay if you don't want to play. As long as I and Mr. Kitahara are here, no one will say you're not ambitious."
Her words created a stark contrast for Kirishima Mai. Just days before the audition, she had uttered harsh words, but now every word she spoke was filled with gentleness, a far cry from her usual stubborn demeanor.
Seeing Kuno Tachibana's appearance, Kirishima Mai's heel bumped against the step, expressing her anxiety:
"Is this Kitahara-sensei's idea, or Tachibana's?"
Kuno Tachibana paused for a moment before speaking:
"Of course it's my idea, what does it have to do with Kitahara-sensei?"
Kirishima Mai teased him, pulling his lips behind her ear, and said bluntly:
"Because you are so different from usual, talking to you about things like editing or competitions always feels very oppressive, but now you tell me that I don't need to care."
Seeing her point out the flaw, Kuno Tachibana looked at her speechlessly and said firmly:
"What do you mean by a tense atmosphere? Do you think the problem lies with me?"
“That’s not what I meant. Lihua, you keep saying you want to be my friend for life, but why can’t you care more about my feelings? Instead, you make me feel conflicted.”
Kuno Tachibana's small hands clenched into fists, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes concealing emotions she couldn't express.
“Mai, you know this is just my personality. If you’re feeling down, why don’t you say it? Do you really expect me to read your mind? The competition in the brass band is already fierce. I’ve been working so hard on my trumpet, but I still can’t beat Nagase-senpai and I’ve been eliminated repeatedly. I don’t have the energy to think about anything else. Why do you expect me to be considerate of your feelings? Just tell me!”
Her last words trembled slightly. Kirishima Mai gripped her knees tightly, her nails digging deep into her flesh, her lips parted slightly, pressed into a thin line:
“You’re right, the competition for trumpet is fierce, but the competition for oboe is fierce too. Haven’t you been pushing me to be chosen for the solo? And you think I can definitely do it. Why do you impose your assumptions on me? Everyone’s circumstances are different. Is it wrong that I’m not as ambitious as you?”
Kuno Tachibana's throat bobbed nervously; it was the first time she'd heard Kirishima Mai speak so much in one breath.
A faint blush instantly spread across her cheeks. Underneath her thin uniform, the girl's breathing became shallow and rapid, her chest rising and falling incessantly.
Kuno Tachibana took a deep breath, raised his hand and grabbed a wisp of bangs from his forehead, a few strands of black hair falling through his fingers.
"If we really have to say who's wrong, then we're both wrong," she said softly.
Kirishima Mai shut her mouth, turned her face away, rested her chin on her knees, and kept staring at the empty playground.
Suddenly, a girl elbowed her from the side. She looked to the side and saw Kuno Tachibana's wicked smile:
"What's wrong? Are you angry?"
"Stop talking nonsense." Kirishima Mayi retorted with an elbow strike of her own.
"Spare the rod and spoil the child; it would be strange if there were no conflicts."
Kuno Tachibana swung his legs gleefully, his arrogant eyelashes moving powerfully up and down.
"When you're angry, you're actually just as cute as those senior students who are three years old."
"I'm not angry." Kirishima Mai bit her lower lip, the thin hem of her pleated skirt swaying in the wind.
Kuno Tachibana's lips drew close to her ear, his breath and whispers brushing against her ear:
"I like Mayu no matter what she is like."
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Kirishima Mai gently pushed Tachibana away, but inwardly she was laughing at her for always being like this; if you're going to argue, then argue properly.
Kuno Tachibana gazed at her slightly flushed profile, wondering what emotions were hidden within it.
Chapter 211, Section 210: A "Hug of Love" from Kansai (4K) >>
"Mai, give me one."
Kirishima Mai turned her head and saw that she was spreading her arms out as if to hug someone.
"what is this?"
Kuno Tachibana's pupils looked bright and sparkling as he smiled and said, "It's a 'hug of love' that came from the Kansai region."
Kirishima Mai's breath hitched slightly, and a faint pink tinge rose to her ears.
"Kansai is too far from our Hokkaido."
"As long as there is internet, we are all one family on Earth."
Kuno Tachibana's lips curled slightly upward as he spoke.
"I want to understand Zhenyi. I'm really happy to finally hear you speak your true feelings today."
Kirishima May's soft, supple lips trembled, her face flushed, and she reached out to embrace Kuno Tachibana's body.
The soft touch of the girl's two mounds assaulted Kuno Tachibana's entire body.
"Mai, your breasts are so big, can I have half of them?"
The whispers brushing past her ear made Kirishima Mai groan and curse:
"Fool."
My chest feels itchy, and I really want to cry.
The two released their hands at the same time, creating a slight distance between them.
"When Kitahara-sensei said you didn't make it into the A-level program, were you sad?" Kuno Tachika asked.
A flicker of hesitation crossed Kirishima Mai's face as she lowered her eyes and said, "I'm not really sad, just a little unexpected."
Kuno Tachibana forced a helpless, dry laugh: