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Kitahara Hakuba hadn't expected to be involved, so he chuckled and said:
"These are the rules of the Wind Instrument Federation."
“Giggle—” Akamatsu Sayaka was drawing inferences again, “Did you hear that, Sakurako? These are the rules.”
Sakurako was once again rendered speechless, and Hakuma Kitahara's gaze fell on her somewhat dejected face.
The minister still hopes that everyone can be happy together. In fact, he quite likes Sakura's gentleness. Fortunately, with Sayaka Akamatsu around, this gentleness doesn't overflow.
Kami Takahashi nodded, stroking her chin with one hand and saying:
"I also feel that there is no point in the existence of a brass band if it cannot produce results."
She knew it was the right thing to do and understood that it was better for the brass band, but she still felt sad.
"Oh dear, you're about to retire and you're still like this. You've been here for three years, don't you know that's how the brass section is?"
Sayaka Akamatsu reached out and patted her on the back.
"Hmm::"
"
Sakurako took a deep breath. "Alright, let's move on to the next one. This is very important, Eto-senpai, so listen carefully, since it's related to finance—"
Kana Eto sat upright, well aware of how tempting money could be, especially since the brass band's budget was quite substantial.
Kitahara Hakuba sat in his seat, watching the four of them chat.
He finally understood why he felt uncomfortable; watching these high school girls talk was more interesting than spending the whole night with Shinomiya Haruka.
After some time, Kana Eto and Kami Takahashi, having absorbed a great deal of experience from their seniors, left the First Music Classroom.
"Kanna seems really nervous."
"Is that so?" Sayaka Akamatsu asked with a smile.
"That's totally obvious, isn't it?"
Chapter 298, Section 297: Can I come to my house? (4K) >>
Sakurako Yukawa was worried. She began to wonder if she should choose a more confident member and make Kana Eto the club president, or if that would be too much of a burden for her.
"I can't tell."
Akamatsu Sayaka sat with her legs crossed, and Kitahara Hakuba, sitting beside her, could see the rounded curves of her hips and thighs, but she didn't notice.
"When Kana auditioned and went on stage, she was incredibly serious. I couldn't tell if she was genuinely nervous or just pretending, right, Kitahara-sensei?"
Sayaka Akamatsu's small feet bounced up and down, her toes twitching gently inside her black socks, vaguely outlining their shape.
"kindness?"
Kitahara Hakuba withdrew his gaze, nodded, and said...
"Yes, some people perform better when they are nervous, and I think Eto's determination is the best among the second-year students."
“Right?” Sayaka Akamatsu said with a proud smile.
Kitahara Hakuba continued:
Sayaka Akamatsu understood immediately:
"It's like standing in a position overlooking the world, where you can clearly see that everyone isn't good enough, and then you start to worry about that, right?"
"Yes, Akamatsu is very quick-witted."
Sakurako looked at him curiously and asked, "Isn't Kitahara-sensei going to rest?"
"No need, I want to stay with you a little longer."
Kitahara Hakuba said it without the slightest hesitation, but quickly realized he shouldn't have said it; it was far too misleading.
"I was feeling bored during my break, so I thought I'd come over for a walk."
However, Sakurako Yukawa's face did not show any shyness, but rather an indescribable complex expression, with the light in her eyes gently shifting with her emotions.
"Teacher Kitahara!"
Sakurako Yukawa suddenly stood up, and the chair behind her was pushed back by her calf, the sound of which was completely swallowed up by the cloth covering the floor.
"What's wrong?" Kitahara Hakuba looked at her blankly.
Akamatsu Sayaka raised her head expressionlessly, staring at Yukawa Sakurako's conflicted profile.
She clenched her teeth, her eyelashes trembled, her hands were clenched, and a flicker of hesitation crossed her eyes. Finally, her face flushed, and she spoke:
We'd love to spend more time with you too!
Kitahara Hakuba was stunned, while Akamatsu Sayaka, standing beside him, burst into laughter:
"If you like it, just do it. Don't drag me into it."
Sakurako's face flushed red, and she glared at her:
"Sayaka has a terrible personality."
"That's what makes him annoying."
Seeing Sakurako Yukawa pouting and refuting with all her might, Sayaka Akamatsu couldn't help but burst into laughter again.
Kitahara Hakuba knew that wasn't what she meant, but even if he had to guess, he couldn't figure out what she was going to say.
It couldn't possibly be a confession to him, the time and place are both wrong.
"I and everyone else had a lot of fun during club time with Kitahara-sensei."
Sakura licked her lips; her reddened ears looked soft.
Kitahara Hakuba stared at her hands hanging at her sides, her nails gripping so tightly it seemed she wanted to tear her skirt to shreds.
"kindness."
School buildings, empty classrooms.
Kitahara Hakuba came straight here after leaving the first music classroom. The first person he wanted to instruct was Nagase Tsukiyo on her trumpet practice.
"Nagase-kun, have you prepared all your application materials?" He asked as soon as he entered the room.
Nagase Tsukiyo stood up, holding her trumpet. The light from the window fell softly on her legs, making them appear delicate, gentle, and exquisitely beautiful.
"Yes, it's been prepared for a long time."
"Did you include your experience as a trumpet soloist who won a gold medal at the national competition?"
"I think this experience will be more convincing, after all, it is a national competition, and a solo performance is more eye-catching."
Kitahara Hakuba smiled gently and said,
"Of course, if you think the previous materials are already good, then you don't need to use them."
Even with a band-aid on, she's still so beautiful.
“I’ll go and revise it tonight.” Nagase Tsukiyo nodded obediently.
"So, are you ready? Can we begin?"
"Thank you for your hard work."
The entrance exams for music universities not only test etudes and sonatas, but also basic skills, such as playing scales and arpeggios in different keys, harmonic analysis, pitch identification, and so on.
"Actually, playing technique is only part of it. Teachers will value your understanding of music and your expressiveness more. In this regard, I suggest that you think carefully about your understanding of musical concepts and your learning motivation before the exam. This will make you more confident when facing the examiner's questions."
"Yes!"
Nagase Tsukiyo was initially uneasy about his entry, but as he entered teacher mode, she was drawn into student mode as well.
Immediately afterwards, Kitahara Hakuba led her to the audiovisual classroom, where they began practicing pitch identification, melody dictation, and harmony analysis.
Tests such as musical perception.
She even handles etudes and sonatas very well; this girl is a pure, unadulterated genius.
Nagase Tsukiyo's overall performance was as perfect as her legs, to the point that Kitahara Hakuba even doubted whether his own existence was necessary.
"Okay, that's enough—"
Kitahara Hakuba stood on the podium, lightly tapping the table with his fingers as he spoke.
"If it's convenient, could you please call Saito over for me?"
"kindness."
Nagase Tsukiyo stood up, but hesitated as she walked out. Finally, she stood at the door, her gaze falling on his profile, and said, "Taihara-sensei, are you free tonight?"
Guangbei Yuanbaima propped himself up and gazed intently at her delicate face:
"What's the matter?"
This sounded like a beautiful girl making a sincere invitation to him to have sex, but Kitahara Hakuba believed that Saito would dare to do it, but he didn't believe that Nagase would dare to do it either.
"If you can explain it more clearly, I think I can answer quickly," Kitahara Hakuba reminded him with a smile.
It's so embarrassing to have thought about something for so long, only to find that you can't put it into words the moment you say it.
Nagase Tsukiyo gripped her trumpet tightly with both hands, lowered her head shyly, and said:
"Excuse me, but my family would like to discuss personal training with you. Would that be a convenient time?"
"Yes, of course."
Kitahara Hakuba agreed without the slightest hesitation; this was something she really needed to discuss with her family.
Nagase Tsukiyo seemed surprised that he agreed so quickly, and paused for a moment before smiling serenely:
"I'll go find Qingniao right now."
Chapter 299, 298. Aren't you enjoying it too?
Nagase Tsukiyo walked lightly down the corridor, her skirt swaying gently with each step, a faint smile playing on her lips.
As if immersed in some kind of private pleasure. (First published by Fantasy Princess)
With this feeling, I can feel happy wherever I go, and I can forge ahead in whatever I do.