I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"Besides Tokai High School, there aren't many other schools in Hokkaido that could attract Mr. Kitahara, right?"

Saito Haruka took a deep breath, the blankets on her breasts lifting slightly. "Who says Kitahara-sensei has to be in Hokkaido? There are plenty of top schools in Tokyo, not to mention Osaka Prefecture."

These words left them speechless. After a moment of silence, Yu Shou sat up and brushed the black hair that had fallen on her shoulders.

"What are you doing?" Sayaka Akamatsu instinctively grabbed her arm with one hand.

Yu Shou angrily shook off his hand, and a sudden blush crept onto her face:

"I need to ask Kitahara-sensei if he's leaving, and if he can wait for me."

"At this hour? Mr. Kitahara is probably already asleep. Are you really willing to disturb him?"

Akamatsu Sayaka appealed to her reason,

"Even if you want to ask, you should wait until after the national tournament. This matter concerns not only yourself, but also the entire Shenxu Wind Ensemble. Can you bear the responsibility?"

Sakurako Yukawa also sat up and hurriedly dissuaded him, saying, "That's right, and Kitahara-sensei likes our Shin-Asahi so much. Saying 'not going to Shin-Asahi in the future' is just our guess."

How can you take that seriously?

After waiting for a while, Yu realized that everything they said was "if," not reality.

Realizing this, she breathed a sigh of relief and crawled back into bed.

Saito Harutori didn't speak, but looked at Isomoto Yuka sleeping beside her. She wasn't asleep either, her eyes blinking, filled with moonlight.

Her hand slipped under the covers and grasped the girl's hand in an exploratory manner, as if silently conveying a certain tacit understanding and reassurance.

Yuka Isomoto was startled, but quickly noticed that it was Haruka Saito's hand beside her.

She turned her head away without speaking, and the two girls' breaths mingled softly together.

A moment later, Saito Haruka leaned closer and whispered in her ear:

"Shall we go find Kitahara-sensei now?"

Yuka Isomoto was taken aback by her suggestion, swallowed a mouthful of fragrant liquid, and asked, "Why?"

"Don't you miss him?" Saito Haruka asked in a voice only she could hear.

"Hmm." Yuka Isomoto squeezed her legs together.

“Eri secretly went out last night. Where do you think she went?” Saito Harutori whispered.

Yuka Isomoto blinked in surprise. She had slept so soundly last night that she had no idea that Eri had gone out in the middle of the night.

"Let's go together?"

Saito Haruka's lips almost touched her ear as she whispered, "It's only 10:30 now. Although we have a graduation trip in the future, we don't know if Kitahara-sensei will come."

Every word she uttered was a deliberate reminder that "this might be the last chance," making Yuka Isomoto's body feel increasingly hot.

Is Sunny Bird serious?

Overwhelmed by a sense of unease, Yuka Isomoto's ears turned red, and she finally spoke:

"Forget it, let Kitahara-sensei rest well, and Harutori, you shouldn't go either."

While she had many personal reasons for wanting to spend time with Kitahara-sensei, Isomoto Yuka did not want to disturb him during this time.

But there was a barely perceptible anxiety in her tone, and Saito Haruka knew that Yuuka was suppressing the budding feelings of love in her heart.

He even said, "You shouldn't go either."

Saito Harutori gazed at her profile, a faint smile playing on his lips, and said:

"Yuka, you're such a good girl. I wish I could be as innocent as you."

Her soft, breathy voice reached her ears, causing Yuka Isomoto to instinctively look away.

"Because many things are not as I wish to be."

Just like if Ms. Kitahara really wanted to leave Shin-Asahi High School, it wasn't something she could control.

Saito Haruka withdrew her clasped hands, placed them on her left chest, and took a deep breath, filling her lungs with clean air.

"After the national tournament, I hope Yuka will accept my euphonium."

Her words were heard by almost all the girls in the room, but they all remained silent.

Yuichiro Isomoto thought of the silent room, where the slender arm peeking out from under the covers was very delicate.

"But my euphonium belongs to the school."

“I didn’t expect Yuka to buy me anything.” Silky strands of hair brushed past Saito Haruka’s face, and a few wisps clung to her lips.

Haruno's face was so captivating that Isomoto Yuka swallowed hard, feeling as if her face was burning hot.

“Haruto’s euphonium is a wonderful euphonium,” Nagase Tsukiyo suddenly said. “Yuka will definitely be able to handle it.”

Yuka Isomoto wore a complicated expression. She knew that Tsukiyo was trying her best to bring the two of them together, hoping that Haruno would give her some compensation.

"Mmm," she replied in a nasal tone.

"That's good." Saito Harutori smiled.

Soon, the room fell into a solemn silence, the girls' sleeping faces peaceful and serene.

When Nagase Tsukiyo woke up, it was still dark outside the window, and the girl's breath could be heard in every corner.

Turning my head, I saw Sakura's sleeping face; her usual three braids were now loose.

Nagase Tsukiyo wanted to close her eyes and go back to sleep, but no matter what she did, she couldn't sleep soundly.

I was trying to fall asleep quickly, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was awake and conscious, making it even harder to fall asleep.

She took a light breath of the fragrance, carefully crawled out of bed, grabbed a wet wipe, and prepared to go to the bathroom.

Thump, thump, thump—Even if I try to control the sound of my footsteps, my slippers always make an unbearable noise when they step on the wooden stairs.

As you walk through the stairwell, you can still hear sounds coming from the boys' rooms.

When I got downstairs and was about to walk towards the restroom, I noticed a familiar figure standing in front of the vending machine.

It's Kitahara-sensei.

He was dressed casually in a thin white short-sleeved shirt and gray shorts, a rare sight for him, and the cheap lights from the vending machine illuminated his handsome face.

Nagase Tsukiyo unconsciously let out a "hmm" sound.

It wasn't until Kitahara Hakuba turned to leave with a can of strawberry milk in his hand that he noticed her.

"Nase-san? Why aren't you asleep yet?"

After she finished speaking, my gaze fell on the small packet of wet coins she was holding.

Nagase Tsukiyo's heart suddenly raced; her body always reacted in various ways whenever she was alone with him.

"I woke up in the middle of the night," she answered truthfully. "What about Kitahara-sensei? Was she like me?"

"Ah, this," Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile, "more or less."

It's fake. He was composing music the whole time. Even though Hye-ri had told her not to stay up late, it was hard for her to suppress the excitement of composing.

"Hmm:::"

Nagase Tsukiyo crossed her arms, her fair face slightly flushed, and walked over to him, extending her hand and saying...

"If it's convenient, could you lend me four hundred bar?"

Kitahara Hakuba smiled slightly, walked to her side, took out some coins from his pocket, looked at the vending machine, and said:

"What do you want to drink?"

He meant to treat her, and Nagase Tsukiyo didn't refuse, withdrawing her hand and smiling as she said, "I thought Kitahara-sensei was taking out his wallet."

“If a boy tells you in the future that he has a deer hidden in his pocket, he’s probably telling the truth,” Kitahara Hakuba laughed.

Nagase Tsukiyo smiled and looked at the strawberry milk that was the same as his.

This isn't a school sign, but it's over a hundred yuan more expensive.

"Which is better, Shenxu's or yours?"

"It's from Shenxu," Kitahara Hakuba answered directly. "You like to drink this too?"

Nagase Tsukiyo brushed a strand of hair from his ear as he faced him, and smiled, "I just became interested because I saw Kitahara-sensei drinking it."

A moment later, the strawberry milk fell into the outlet, and Kitahara Hakuba squatted down.

"This vending machine is set up very strangely, with the dispensing opening placed so low."

However, Kitahara Hakuba was unaware that she was also squatting.

My hand touched a milk carton, and as I took it out and handed it to her, she exclaimed, "Mmm!"

Kitahara Hakuba sensed something was wrong; why did he have to run into this mess?

Nagase Tsukiyo's body stiffened abruptly, her cheeks instantly flushing a deep red, as if the sunset had instantly burned through the sky, spreading from her ears all the way down her neck.

But the girl didn't show any particular resistance; she simply took the strawberry milk carton, stood up, and said softly:

"Thank you

Ning was done for; she didn't even want to call herself "teacher." The voice that came out of her throat was too delicate, making her feel embarrassed.

"fine."

Feeling quite embarrassed, Kitahara Hakuba sucked on the white straw, the rich milky aroma slowly spreading in his mouth, with a hint of refreshing strawberry fruit flavor.

Nagase Tsukiyo's natural shyness seemed to concentrate all her emotions in her blush, making Kitahara Hakuba's heart flutter.

But as long as they're attracted to each other, the best thing to do now is for the two of them to tacitly pretend that nothing has happened.

Kitahara Hakuba didn't dare to look at her until the strawberry milk in the box was almost finished.

Nagase Tsukiyo didn't start drinking right away. Instead, she stared blankly at the strawberry milk carton in her hand, standing there lost in thought.

Just as Kitahara Hakuba was at a loss for what to do, a girl's laughter suddenly rang out.

"puff-"

Nagase Tsukiyo laughed out loud. Although the girl's blush did not diminish at all, her smile carried a pure and sincere emotion.

Kitahara Hakuba looked at her, puzzled, and said:

"what happened?"