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"I don't know what I look like now."
Her words were somewhat inexplicable, even Kitahara Hakuba, who always considered himself to be able to understand, was confused.
Eri Kanzaki's upper body was almost curled up, her sideburns obscuring her delicate face, and only soft moans could be heard:
"But no matter what I become, it will definitely be worse than not having you."
Kitahara Hakuba looked up at the swaying handle, just like his own wavering heart.
If we're talking about whether he was "bad" or not, then the things he and Eri Kanzaki did were probably the worst possible.
From different perspectives, everyone's understanding is different, whether it's oneself, Eri, Shinomiya, or even others.
Kitahara Hakuba continued to ponder and sway, while the girl beside him let out a slightly calmer breathing sound from inside her coat.
After taking Kanzaki Eri home, Kitahara Hakuba passed by a cake shop that was still open and bought a box of fruit cake.
The flower shop is still open, would you like to buy another bouquet?
The flowers I bought for Shinomiya Haruka last time are being well cared for at the music store.
The flowers his students gave him at his retirement ceremony had died because they hadn't been carefully cared for.
"Maybe I'll receive flowers at my retirement ceremony," Kitahara Hakuba muttered to himself, not intending to go into the flower shop.
However, it is also possible that the members were angry about his departure, just like the former conductor of the Shin-Asahi Brass Band, Chikao Otaki.
The thought that he would one day become the "ex" in the mouths of his fellow club members was unbelievable to Kitahara Hakuba.
Back in the rented room, I opened the door to find that Shinomiya Haruka had already set out the food, all of which had been delivered.
Stewed beef with potatoes, okonomiyaki, and a few saury—a very simple meal.
"Yuka's Aomori black garlic really isn't very good. I brought some over for you and put it in the fridge," said Shinomiya Haruka, crossing her legs as she ate.
Kitahara Hakuba sighed, as if releasing the fatigue that had been building up in his body:
"If you've seen it, you should know that I didn't use much black garlic."
"Don't let her deliver this next time."
“Yes.” Kitahara Hakuba nodded.
Yuka Isomoto probably won't be sending it anymore; that girl is currently at school and avoids him whenever she sees him.
“That child seems to like you too.” Shinomiya Haruka picked up a piece of beef and placed it in Kitahara Hakuba’s bowl.
"Who?"
Kitahara Hakuba pretended not to know, but was actually giving himself time to prepare his explanation.
“Kanzaki-senpai.” Shinomiya Haruka slightly raised her eyebrows, observing his expression.
"It seems so:"
Ning Beiyuan Baima looked troubled and said,
"Should I be as strict as Mr. Shinomiya to make things better?"
He openly admitted it without any attempt to hide it, revealing an attitude of "I'm also very troubled."
Haruka Shinomiya raised the corners of her mouth and smiled, "As expected, he's just too handsome."
"I don't think it has much to do with being handsome."
Kitahara Hakuba chewed the beef incessantly, finally spitting it out. "It's stewed too mushy. I don't want to swallow it anymore. Which restaurant is this?"
"I won't order Yoshinoka next time, but the potatoes were quite delicious and very flavorful."
"I'll cook next time."
"it is good."
The cake wasn't eaten, so I had to put it in the refrigerator.
After dinner, the two took a shower together in the cramped bathroom. While scrubbing each other, they played some couple games, and then went to bed wrapped in bath towels.
"You haven't told the students about your resignation yet?"
Shinomiya Haruka buried her face in Kitahara Hakuma's neck, occasionally nuzzling him with the tip of her nose.
Kitahara Hakuma put his arm around her shoulders, and with his other hand touched her thigh that was pressed against him.
"I plan to tell you after this school trip ends; I feel it will be better that way."
"Would that be better?" Shinomiya Haruka said with a smile. "Wouldn't it be better to wait until the third-year common exams are over?"
"Sister, are you kidding me?" Kitahara Hakuba squeezed his hand.
She just smiled, said nothing more, and closed her eyes to sleep.
Kitahara Hakuba stared at the ceiling, unsure whether he should do it with Shinomiya, chat with him, or simply sleep with him.
These thoughts dissolved gradually in the languor.
Chapter 351, 350. Wildflowers Dreamed of Roses (4)
The next morning, Class 3-C.
Because of the cold weather, many girls carry a thermos with them and have made it a habit to drink hot tea while studying.
With a long time to go before the morning meeting, the four girls put four tables together to study.
"Don't you find it strange? I've been studying hard; I bought all the supplementary books the teacher recommended and read them carefully."
But I just can't beat people like Sayaka in exams.
Sakurako Yukawa held her head in distress. In this joint entrance exam, her ranking in the Hakodate area was outside the top 400, which was considered an above-average result in the overall exam.
"What do you mean by 'this kind of person'? I consider myself a super beautiful and intelligent young woman!"
Akamatsu Sayaka crossed her legs, and unlike usual, she always liked to wear glasses when studying.
The problem is that there were no lenses, and she wasn't nearsighted; she probably just thought it made her look more elegant.
"I'm saying you've been playing all the time. Don't you think that's really unfair?"
Sakurako's feet gently stomped under the table.
"To be honest, I rarely see you working hard or diligently. It was the same when you were in the brass band. You were either sexually harassing people or laughing loudly. How can someone with that attitude become the trombone leader?"
Yuka Isomoto said in a half-joking tone:
“Sakurako began to exude a strong aura of jealousy.”
"Don't you think so, Yuka? I wouldn't be jealous of someone like Tsukiyo, because she really works hard at her studies, but Sayaka is just an anomaly!"
“After all, hard work isn’t something you do for show.” Saito Harutori said with a gentle smile, her small hand resting on her chin.
"By the way, have you all seen Kitahara-sensei's sheet music?" Akamatsu Sayaka asked, cupping her face with interest.
"The Fruits of Autumn Harvest" is a wind instrument piece that I have never heard of before.
Based on publicly available information, this piece, in the style of Clanette, is expected to be over nine minutes long, which is a bit long.
"I've read it, it's really well written."
Saito Haruka rested her elbows on the table, her fingers interlaced and pressed against her chin, and said with a look of anticipation.
"If it had been two years earlier, we might have been able to play this piece at the national conference."
Sayaka Akamatsu said with a smile, "Kuno-senpai and the others should have a chance to play it. Maybe we'll hear them play it next year."
"Hmm..." Sakurako Yuukawa gave an awkward smile. "Now that you mention it, I'm still a little unwilling."
"Oh dear, why are you so unwilling to accept anything?"
Sayaka Akamatsu reached out and slapped Sakurako Yukawa's buttocks. Though it was a slap, her touch was very light; a pat would be a more accurate description.
“Yes, winning gold this time would be a great achievement for us.” Yuka Isomoto nodded.
She said that, but she actually hoped to play Kitahara-sensei's music, but time cannot be turned back, so she could only accept it.
"But I still find it incredible. Kitahara-sensei is just too talented."
Sakurako Yukawa couldn't help but gasp.
Is this really realistic?
As soon as she finished speaking, Akamatsu Sayaka pinched her cheek and pulled hard.
"Ouch! Ouch! What are you doing?!" Sakurako Yukawa clicked her tongue in pain.
"Is it realistic?" Sayaka Akamatsu asked with a smile.
"I don't need this kind of clarity!"
Just as the group burst out laughing, another girl walked into the classroom. Her walking posture was so mechanical that it was easy to recognize her as Kanzaki Eri.
She glanced at the four of them, then sat down in her seat, took out her book, and quickly got into study mode.
"Are the three of you going to Tokyo together?" Sakurako Yukawa asked.
Saito Harutori withdrew her gaze and said:
"Yes, together."
Sakurako Yukawa, who had lived in Hakodate since childhood, asked with a slight frown:
"But aren't Tokyo's housing prices very high? Wouldn't it be more suitable for the three of us to rent an apartment together?"
She knew that Saito Harutori's financial situation was not as good as before, and as a friend, it was impossible for her not to worry.
"My current idea is to live together, so it will be more convenient for everything in the future." Saito Harutori smiled, and Akamatsu Sayaka mischievously narrowed her eyes, lowering her voice to chuckle:
"I'd like to ask, if you have boyfriends in the future, will you bring them home when you stay overnight?"
"Huh? No, this isn't normal! This kind of thing?!"
Sakurako Yukawa was startled.
In her eyes, bringing her boyfriend home for the night meant doing *that* kind of thing.
This kind of thing has to be kept private. How could I bring it back to the place where I was staying with my friends? That's too improper!
"What's wrong with that?"