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Kanzaki Eri nuzzled his nose against his before letting go, waving her hand and saying:
"Good night."
"Good night."
Watching the girl in the white dress leave, Kitahara Hakuba breathed a sigh of relief.
After composing himself, he headed to the vending machine, when something suddenly occurred to him.
I forgot to ask Eri why she chose to meet in the bathroom.
Just then, he suddenly heard some voices talking.
"The strawberry milk here is really expensive."
"Well...yes, it is indeed a hundred dollars more expensive, but this brand is better than the one at school."
"Rain Guardian? What would you like to drink?"
"I don't need it anymore. I just came out to get some fresh air. The dorm smells so good."
"Moonlit Night, Rain Guardian, did you two come out for a drink because you were thirsty?"
Someone raised a question, and after a moment of silence, a young girl spoke up resolutely:
"Hmm, the miso soup was too salty tonight, and I woke up thirsty in the middle of the night."
"Me too, Yuuka, what about you?"
Me too, that miso soup was really salty.
Amidst the girls' chatter, Kitahara Hakuba peeked out and saw Nagase Tsukiyo, Amemori, and Isomoto Yuka.
They stood in front of the vending machine, each holding a different drink, except for Yu Shou, whose hands were empty.
The expressions on everyone's faces were unnatural; no one looked directly at the other's face, and they wandered around aimlessly.
At first glance, they didn't look like they came out together; there was an odd atmosphere among the girls that suggested they had sneaked out but were discovered by each other.
Kitahara Hakuba then remembered the message Matsuoka Nobuyuki had posted in the brass band group.
He didn't know how to handle the situation. If he went out, he would suffer the same fate, so he turned around and went back to the dormitory. Amidst the boys' "wailing and lamenting" because they hadn't received any drinks, Kitahara Hakuba mercilessly exercised his powers:
"Turn off the lights."
Chapter 147, Section 146: Training Camp: The Final Night of Auditions (4K)
On the third day of the training camp, Nagase Tsukiyo got up very early.
Stepping out of the air-conditioned room, the cool forest breeze brushed against her skin, and the sound of an oboe drifted in from somewhere.
Stepping out of the room, the bright sunlight poured down, its rays cleverly filtering through the gaps in the leaves and shining directly on a young girl's skin.
She sat on a wooden bench under the shade of a tree, stretched out her arms, and her slender, smooth thighs could be seen from under her light brown pleated skirt.
"Yuka?" Nagase Tsukiyo walked over.
Yuka Isomoto rested her hands on the chair, watching her long black hair flow down her shoulders:
Good morning, moonlit night.
"You got up very early today."
Nagase Tsukiyo sat beside her, and for some reason, her vision was exceptionally clear today, as if she could see the veins of the grass blades.
Layers upon layers of white clouds floated in the sky.
Yuka Isomoto looked directly at her with her large eyes, and said with a smile:
"Yeah, I woke up naturally, but I just couldn't fall back asleep no matter how I lay down."
"Me too, sometimes I set an alarm but wake up more than half an hour earlier than the alarm actually goes off."
Just then, they saw Kitahara Hakuma come down from the dormitory building. He was wearing a white shirt, which was spotless, and his handsome face had a very gentle appearance.
Kitahara Hakuba seemed not to notice the two of them and walked straight towards the cafeteria.
For some reason, Yuka Isomoto's face suddenly became hot. To hide her increasingly hot face, she pretended to be nonchalant and swayed her legs.
Nagase Tsukiyo's eyelashes trembled gently, and her slender white fingers lightly rubbed the hem of her skirt.
The two pretended not to care, but in reality they cared deeply.
The dappled light fell on the faces of the two girls, giving their hair a golden edge and making the strands of hair that fell to their cheeks appear transparent.
Nagase Tsukiyo gently bit her lower lip, then asked as if she had made up her mind:
"Yuka...does she have someone she likes?"
This unexpected remark caught Yuka Isomoto completely off guard, and her sandal-clad feet unconsciously shifted.
She squeezed her legs together.
"No... I've never been in a relationship before, how could I suddenly fall for someone in my senior year of high school?"
Yuka Isomoto spoke in a high-pitched voice, her small face as red as a flushed bottle of red wine.
Nagase Tsukiyo raised her hand to stroke a strand of hair and said softly:
"But... Yuka, you've changed. You've started to care about your outfits and bangs, and you've even started using skincare products."
She, who was in the training camp, could feel this most directly.
Yuka Isomoto used to be an ordinary girl. I've been to her house before, and she didn't have any cosmetics. Her skincare routine was limited to facial cleanser.
"I think the money I would have spent on these things could have been used to buy some food and cover my travel expenses home."
But for this training camp, she brought a lot of skincare products, such as cleansers, toners, sunscreens, and serums. You could always hear the little bottles jingling and clanging in her bag.
Although Nagase Tsukiyo had never been in a relationship, she understood one thing—
"A woman adorns herself for the one who appreciates her."
"No, that's not how it is." Yuka Isomoto's eyes trembled, and the dappled light illuminated her toenails.
“She’s even started using lip balm,” Nagase Tsukiyo said.
"There's a department store near where I live, and my lips were a bit dry, so I bought some."
Nagase Tsukiyo glanced at her; the girl's cheeks flushed, and after hesitating for a long time, she finally spoke:
"He came out last night too."
This was a question that even she herself found difficult to explain. Yuka Isomoto wasn't stupid, and she looked over with a flushed face.
"You came out too, didn't you, Moonlight Night?"
: Hmm.
Nagase Tsukiyo gently swayed her foot, sensing a strong sense of reproach in the other person's bright and dazzling eyes.
She simply wanted to talk more with Kitahara Hakuba, because she found that only with him could she speak freely.
Feel comfortable.
This desire to meet him is definitely different from Yuka's, Nagase Tsukika thought.
"I just want a drink of water," Nagase Tsukiyo said, feigning composure.
"Me too."
Yuka Isomoto's throat bobbed up and down as she pouted, as if she couldn't bear it any longer, and said...
"Moonlit Night, stop speculating about me. You're overthinking it."
Upon being told this so innocently, Nagase Tsukiyo's face revealed a faint, smug smile:
"Let me guess, is it junior Tianhai?"
"how could it be possible!"
"That's adding a bridge."
"Who is this person?"
"You don't know? He was a member of the department responsible for the beautification of musical instruments for three years."
"I don't know this at all! And I've never even heard of this job! What does it do?"
"The job of beautifying instruments with peeling paint...::...Could it be Terashima?"
"I already said no! Can you stop making wild guesses!"
Yuka Isomoto put her arms around Tsukiyo Nagase's shoulders and said with a smile,
"I can't take it anymore, you're actually my favorite person!"
Nagase Tsukiyo grasped the hand that was hanging down from her shoulder and returned a gentle smile, saying:
"I like Yuka too."
"Then let's just start dating today!"
"Are you serious?"
"seriously!"
Nagase Tsukiyo appeared deep in thought, but still held the girl's hand tightly:
"I've thought about it and decided we should just be good friends."
"That's true... We're not a good match, and Yueye probably wouldn't like associating with someone like me from the countryside."
"Haha, what are you saying?"
The two girls smiled at each other, their initial suspicions vanishing, but they both tacitly agreed not to discuss it further.
The melodious sound of the oboe entered their ears again, like an invisible silver thread winding around their hearts.
"You play that really well, who is it?" asked Yuka Isomoto.
"Huili".
Nagase Tsukiyo answered confidently that she had played with Kanzaki Eri So1i several times and could immediately tell how well Eri played the oboe.
At that moment, Kitahara Hakuba walked out of the cafeteria, holding a sandwich with blueberry jam in his hand.
The two beautiful girls' gazes were drawn to him involuntarily, as if by gravity.