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"besides."
"Ugh," Kuno Tachibana's face showed a troubled expression, "This is terrible, it's filthy!"
"It's no use regretting it now," Kitahara Hakuba thought to himself.
"Teacher Kitahara, please pat me!"
"I come?"
"I can't see clearly! Sometimes when I slap it, I can't quite get it right," Kuno Tachibana said, puzzled.
Just like the tongue knows where the meat is stuck between the teeth, but the hand doesn't.
Seeing Kitahara Hakuma still standing there looking dejected, Kuno Tachibana took the initiative to approach him, grabbed the stair railing with both hands, and said with his back turned:
"Hurry up! Otherwise, if Meiya sees me all white, she'll definitely call me a white baboon!"
What species is the white baboon? Is it a baboon with a white butt?
Kitahara Hakuba placed the document folder aside, opened one hand, and patted the dust off her skirt.
Not daring to use too much force, she only dared to gently pat the skirt with her hands, her movements gentle and delicate.
"Teacher Kitahara, have you not eaten?" Kuno Tachika asked.
Kitahara Hakuba's eye twitched, and he slammed his hand down, scattering the dust clinging to the pleated skirt, which shimmered in the sunlight.
With each pat, I could feel the fabric inside the skirt bouncing.
“Alright, that’s about enough,” Kitahara Hakuba said.
It was an embarrassing thing for him, but for Kuno Tachibana, it seemed to be an extremely ordinary thing.
"Well, it's pretty good."
Kuno Tachibana turned her head and lifted her skirt to check the situation, but she lifted it too high and could see the edge of her white safety shorts. "Taibahara-sensei, you are weaker than my mother. She hits very hard when she shoots."
Kitahara Hakuba had nothing to say.
So I can never become your mother.
"gone."
“Oh, right, Kitahara-sensei.” Kuno Tachibana tugged at his sleeve.
"Wasn't it captured properly?"
"It wasn't Kuno Tachibana's shoulders that trembled with her breathing; on the girl's soft thighs exposed beneath her skirt, there were faint scratch marks."
"Um... why can't Zhenyi get into the A-level program?"
It's the same topic again.
Kitahara Hakuba sighed softly. Kuno Tachibana knew about Kirishima's situation. She meant that she didn't have to be chosen for the solo performance, but why wouldn't the A-section team let her in?
He repeated his conversation with Yukawa Sakurako once again.
Kuno Tachibana's eyes flickered slightly, and a sigh of relief escaped his lips as he released his grip on his sleeve.
Kitahara Hakuba hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said:
"Yes, unless she volunteers, I would prefer to focus my resources on other students."
Her expression gradually became somewhat anxious:
"But if we do that, she'll think she's being ostracized! It's possible she'll quit the brass band in the future!"
"I don't think she would think that way. Let's not think of her as too fragile."
Kitahara Hakuba's voice was exceptionally calm as he explained.
"Furthermore, your idea assumes that she already cares about the A-level position. If she really is as you say..."
"Then I will choose to keep her no matter what."
His words flowed slowly and deliberately, Kuno Tachibana's lips parted slightly, his tongue filled with bitterness:
"I'm sorry I didn't notice that."
"It's quite a surprise to hear you say 'I'm sorry'," Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile.
"Am I pushing her too hard?"
Kuno Tachibana recalled the things he had said to Kirishima Mai these past few days; on the surface, it seemed he hoped she would be more ambitious and cared about A.
He may have been concerned about playing the instrument, but in reality, he was just imposing his own ideas on her, which only increased her psychological burden.
Is this how friends should act?
“Actually, pushing a little harder is good,” Kitahara Hakuba comforted him. “There’s a treatment called shock therapy; if the result is good, that’s good.”
"No, I'm being too willful!"
Kuno Tachibana raised his hands and gently tapped his forehead with his wrists, saying...
"A senior from three years ago?" Kitahara Hakuma stared at her with some confusion.
"Correct."
Kuno Tachibana said with a self-deprecating smile,
"Although I don't know why they can handle friendships so badly, it really serves as a warning to me to be careful."
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Kitahara Hakuba didn't know what to say, so he just picked up the document folder and said, "You're already three minutes late. There are fifty-five people in the A section. Your three-minute lateness is a waste of everyone's one hundred and sixty-two minutes."
"Teacher Kitahara is so tacky!" Kuno Tachika complained.
As she walked out of the security passage, the way she adjusted her skirt and clothes made it easy for people to mistakenly believe that the two of them had been doing something strange inside.
"Teacher Kitahara, do you think they split up because they were fighting over a man?"
Kuno Tachibana's eyes lit up, and she suddenly raised her hand like a primary school student, putting on a "He's the culprit!" expression. "After thinking it over, I realized that only the feelings of loving the same man can instantly destroy sisterly friendship! When I was in junior high school, I knew two sisters who got into a fight because they liked the same idol!"
Kitahara Hakuba sighed in disbelief and advised:
"Don't say such things to others before things are confirmed. If word gets out, you won't be able to get away with it."
Why did they have to fight?
"what?"
"Your classmate from junior high school."
"Oh, that's because they all said that idol was their husband, but legally, you can only have one wife, so they started fighting."
Chapter 210, Section 209: Tragedy - The Saxophone and the Yellow-Haired Chorus (4K)
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As soon as Kitahara Hakuba opened the door to the first music classroom, he could hear the deep, calm voice of Amatsumori, along with the rustling sound of pages turning over the score.
What comes into view is the seating arrangement for the ensemble, which has been in place since spring. The members are all sitting on steel tube chairs with music stands in front of their knees.
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The air was filled with the sweet and sour scent of antiperspirant, a smell that Kitahara Hakuba was already tired of emanating from them.
The first music classroom, with only fifty-odd students, looked much emptier.
Kitahara Hakuma put on his slippers and went inside. Behind him, Kuno Tatsuka acted as if nothing had happened, holding his trumpet and calmly sitting back down in his original seat under everyone's gaze.
As soon as he sat down, Kuno Tachibana said to Nagase Tsukiyo beside him:
"Thank you for helping me move the music stand."
"How did you know it was me who moved it?" Nagase Tsukiyo's face showed some surprise.
"Because I think only Nagase-senpai likes to do unnecessary things." Kuno Tachibana straightened his chest and placed the sheet music on the music stand.
Upon hearing this, Nagase Tsukiyo revealed a fresh and serene smile.
She wasn't angry; after spending time together, she already knew what kind of personality this junior had.
Although he may sometimes speak in a sarcastic or sarcastic tone, he is by no means bad in essence.
When Yu Shouyi saw Kitahara Hakuma walk up, he placed his white baton on the platform, bowed to him, and then turned and stepped down.
The brass band is more proactive than ever before, and training time will not be slowed down because of Kitahara Hakuba's lateness. This is also the responsibility that the principal should shoulder when the instructor is not present.
"Sorry I'm a few minutes late."
Kitahara Hakuba did not pick up a baton; he preferred to conduct with both hands. Initially, his team members would complain about this behind his back, saying that the beat he struck was hard to see.
But as we spent more time together, we gradually got used to it.
"Is the tuning all finished?"
As he asked the question, Kitahara Hakuba took down the score from the conductor's stand and replaced it with his own.
The score was filled with notes from all nine instruments, a dense and overwhelming number that would make anyone who didn't know any better dizzy. "It's done!" Yu Shou shouted back.
Kitahara Hakuba glanced at the members of the National Conference's A-level team below the stage, a faint smile appearing on his face:
"This is the A section of the national competition. It's not easy for everyone to get this far. Let's skip the sentimental words for now and take a look at the completion of the theme song. Yu Shou, could you please come up and press the stopwatch at the right time?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of pages turning in a musical score could be heard, and instruments were set up as instructed. (The last sentence appears to be a fragment and doesn't translate directly.)
In fact, they could play the music without looking at the sheet music, but no one wanted to pretend to be an expert in front of him.
Before Yu Shou could even settle into his chair, he was called up again and hurriedly took a stopwatch from the drawer.
Unlike free pieces, the theme piece emphasizes completeness and cannot be changed on its own by the conductor.
One way to check the completion rate is to check the time it takes to finish playing the instrument.
For example, the performance time for the Shenxu Wind Ensemble's theme piece "Raise the Flag of Courage" is three minutes and fifteen seconds. If it is a few seconds faster or slower than usual, then there must be a problem such as rushing or missing a beat.
The lesson began with an introduction of percussion and brass instruments.
The first practice session involves playing the entire note carefully, with each person paying attention to ensuring their notes are played beautifully.
The moment Kitahara Hakuba raised his baton, all the instruments stopped playing, and at the same time, Amemori pressed the stopwatch.