I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Because, since he took office as the advisor, he has always arrived at the school right on time.

As if noticing Kitahara Hakuba's embarrassment, Kirishima Mai belatedly realized what was happening and hurriedly said:

"Everyone comes to practice during lunch break and after school in the afternoon."

"alright."

This amount of practice time is definitely not enough; rather, it's too relaxed, and it must be corrected.

If you don't train to the point of exhaustion, you'll die while training.

"By the way, do you have perfect pitch?" Kitahara Hakuba asked, looking at the girl in front of him.

Since her growth level is S, she should definitely have these most basic things, right?

Many people misunderstand "perfect pitch," thinking it's something very rare. But it's not actually rare; it just sounds impressive.

"Perfect pitch" can even be developed through early musical training. When Kitahara Hakuba was at Sapporo University, many of his classmates had developed it through training, so it wasn't anything rare.

Kirishima Mai felt hot all over; she still couldn't get used to being alone with her teacher.

"I...I don't know."

"Then let's give it a try."

"what?"

She was stunned for a moment.

Direct testing?

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Kitahara Hakuba sat back down on the piano bench, turned his head to look at her with a slight smile, and said:

"I will test your relative pitch and absolute pitch, starting with multi-chords and then absolute pitch, with some random tones mixed in. Don't use relative pitch to infer the pitch; will you be able to understand it?"

Kirishima Mai swallowed hard upon hearing Kitahara Hakuba's words, her voice trembling slightly as she nodded emphatically.

“Listen carefully, I will play seven raised notes twice, and in the second time, two of the notes will be different.”

"I...I understand."

Kirishima Mai licked her lower lip with her little tongue, her gaze fixed on the floor.

Kitahara Hakuba's long, slender fingers pressed a few notes on the keyboard.

"Which ones did I play?" he asked.

"Hmm... The first time it was do, re, mi, so, si, re, me, and the second time it was mi, si."

"Hmm?" Kitahara Hakuba frowned, feigning doubt, and asked, stroking his chin with one hand, "Are you sure?"

The teacher in front of her had a serious expression, which made Kirishima Mai think she had said something wrong. She looked down at her crossed hands in embarrassment, and then cautiously peeked at Kitahara Hakuba's face.

That expression... Was what I said right or wrong?

“I…I should…be right.” Kirishima Mai said, while observing Kitahara Hakuba’s expression.

"You need to have some confidence in yourself, but is what you're saying really true?"

"Right...right?"

"Bar?"

"Well......."

Kitahara Hakuma's relentless pursuit frustrated Kirishima Mai, who kept making "ooh ooh ooh" sounds from deep within her throat, her fingers scratching helplessly at the strands of hair on her chest.

This also made Kitahara Hakuba realize that she was not a girl who was very good at following her own path.

"That's right, have more confidence."

Upon hearing his confirmation, Kirishima Mai breathed a sigh of relief, her full chest rising and falling slightly.

Do teachers really enjoy this kind of perverse humor?

"Listen carefully now." Kitahara Hakuba straightened his back.

"it is good."

Kitahara Hakuba pressed down with all his fingers, and the five-tone chords vibrated simultaneously in the music classroom before falling silent again.

If an outsider heard it, they would only hear a "dong~" sound from the piano, and would not understand that it was a chord with five notes played at the same time.

Even Kirishima Mai's face grew increasingly serious.

"I'll play it again." Kitahara Hakuba played it once more.

The music started again, and then silence returned in an instant.

Kirishima Mai frowned slightly and said:

"E, G?, C, D, G."

Listening to her detailed answer, Kitahara Hakuba opened his mouth in surprise. Identifying pentatonic chords is quite difficult. Most people can only wait for the chords to separate into layers, and even then they can only hear the third fifth.

If someone can recognize it immediately, they have at least a professional-level talent.

Is this the true value of an S-class product?

Kitahara Hakuba didn't say whether it was correct or not, and then played another set of five-tone chords.

"G, C, A, B, E." The girl answered even faster than last time, reciting the chord progressions before they were even finished.

"very good."

Kitahara Hakuba was incredibly excited; the system's upgrade was definitely right! The girl in front of him was simply a genius!

"Kirishima-kun, how long have you been practicing your oboe? What pieces do you usually practice? Are you self-taught or do you have a tutor?"

"what?"

The unexpected question made Kirishima Mai gasp in surprise. Kitahara Hakuma stared straight at her, his dark eyes and handsome face making her blush and her heart race for some reason.

"I...I started practicing during the winter break this year. I usually practice Ferlin's etudes. I'm self-taught, since hiring a foreign teacher is quite expensive."

Kitahara Hakuba's eyes lit up as he looked at the girl in front of him.

His voice suddenly became gentle and deep, and he put his hands in the pockets of his khaki trench coat, smiling as he said:

"Kirishima-kun, would you be willing to entrust the rest of your life as a musician to me?"

"Eh?"

For Kirishima Mai, Kitahara Hakuba, who was very popular at school because of his good looks, was indeed the object of many female students' desire to break down barriers and develop ambiguous relationships.

But this is just wishful thinking; no matter how intimate they are, it's impossible for their relationship to evolve into that kind of thing.

Let alone entrusting one's life to him, that's completely impossible.

Kitahara Hakuba noticed that the girl's face was very embarrassed and flushed, realizing that she might have misunderstood something, and then continued...

"I will personally send you to the national tournament."

Sorry, I ate too much pre-made food.

He really wanted to put his hand on Kirishima Mai's shoulder to encourage her, but because of his position, doing such a thing to a student would be too risky and could easily cause a scandal.

Kirishima Mai glanced at the man in front of her with suspicion; she still couldn't put her mind at ease.

Why is it that he only has eyes for me?

What about the others? Why didn't he approach the most amazing Nagase-senpai?

Yesterday, he asked me to stay after my afternoon practice. What's next? Will he let me come to his house to practice with him?

Thinking about this, Kirishima Mai felt a little scared; she felt like a deer being gradually lured into a trap by a hunter.

"I...I'll think about it," she said, turning her face away, not wanting him to see the fear that flashed across her face.

“Okay.” Kitahara Hakuba gave her a reassuring look.

I'm still not familiar with it... Am I being too hasty? Perhaps it would be better to wait a few days?

Just as Kitahara Hakuba was reflecting on his actions, Kirishima Mai had already retreated to the doorway and put on white indoor shoes.

"Aren't you going to practice?" he asked.

When Kirishima Mai was called to a halt, she shuddered and put on her shoes a few seconds faster, speaking as if she were shouting for a hot takoyaki.

"I... I just remembered that I don't think I've finished my homework. Let's practice together when everyone comes at noon."

"Ok."

The word "okay" rolled on Kitahara Hakuba's tongue, a rustling, bitter taste spreading in his mouth.

He increasingly felt that he was being treated by Kirishima Mai as a pornographic teacher who was gradually being molested by her.

The brass band fell silent. Kitahara Hakuba looked out the window through the glass. More and more students were entering the school, and the sharp sound of metal baseball bats hitting the ball could be heard from time to time.

The whistles, cheers, and running sounds blended together like a harmonious chorus.

He looked down at his palm, where the long life line and love line had forked in an unnatural shape.

I'm so bored, I doubt any of the department members will come over when the morning meeting is about to start.

Let's go downstairs and buy a hot coffee to warm ourselves up.

Kitahara Hakuba walked downstairs. Occasionally, a few girls passed by on the way. They chatted and joked like cats, stretching out their front paws to pat each other. Every now and then, they would take out their phones and laugh so hard they were doubled over.

Only when they saw Kitahara Hakuma walking towards them did they tense up, lower their heads slightly, and quicken their pace to run away.

Upon arriving at the vending machine on the first floor, I found a young girl sitting on a wooden chair next to her, with a hot drink open beside her. She was staring intently at her phone screen, typing at lightning speed.

The girl's hair was as transparent as amber in the light that seeped into the corridor, and her long, voluptuous legs swayed out from under her skirt.

[Member: Saito Harukori (Vice President, Head of Bass Section)]

[Instrument played: Euphonium LV11 (Small Grade)]

[Growth Rating: A-]

[Resilience: A]

Kitahara Hakuba remained silent, took out a few coins from his wallet, and bought a hot coffee drink from the vending machine.

He turned away without opening the can, because the girl seemed too engrossed to notice him, not even noticing the sound of the can falling.