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The school has no elevator, and the leaders' offices are mostly on the upper floors. Kitahara Hakuba, who doesn't exercise much, took nearly twenty minutes to move everything.
His innermost lining was already soaked with sweat. He wanted to take off his trench coat but was afraid of catching a cold, so he had to endure it.
Upon arriving at the back gate, Eiji Ferry and the driver were chatting and laughing. When they saw Hakuba Kitahara approaching, they immediately went up to him and offered him a bottle of Pocari Sweat.
"Emperor, I'm leaving now. Come find me for tuna another day," the driver called out.
"Good." Ferryman Eishi waved his hand, then gave Kitahara Hakuba a thumbs up and said, "Young man, you have great stamina. Back in my day, I could carry two buckets at once."
While panting, Kitahara Hakuba unscrewed the bottle cap and gulped it down, instantly moistening his parched throat.
"Cough cough cough-"
"Kitahara, you graduated from Sapporo University with a degree in music education?" Watanabe Eiji skillfully took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, tore open the packaging, and handed one to him.
"Thank you, Director, but I'm allergic to cigarettes, cough cough—" Kitahara Hakuba said politely while covering his mouth, "I graduated from Sapporo University."
Dukou Eishi lit a cigarette, his movements revealing him to be a seasoned smoker.
"Well... let me tell you, being a teacher is very hard. You have to release any pressure you feel on a daily basis. Hiding it in is not good for you."
Kitahara Hakuba knew that he had entered "elderly instruction" mode, and all he had to do was reply "yes, yes, yes".
"Yes, my physical health will also suffer if I'm in a bad mood, and I'll be careful."
"Also, although in many ways our Shenxu Private High School doesn't rank among the top in the country—"
When Eiji Watari said "nationwide," he first drew a large circle, then pointed heavily to the ground and said,
"But in Hokkaido, our Shin-Asahi High School is definitely among the top three. If you do a good job here, it will also help your future career."
"Yes, I will try my best."
"You seem like a nice person, and very practical. Feel free to ask me anything you don't understand."
With one hand in his pocket and a cigarette between his fingers, Eiji Ferry said...
"Don't be afraid to speak up. This is Hokkaido, not as intense and cutthroat as places like Tokyo. Just be friendly and relaxed, and do your job well."
His tone was kind and approachable, and the sincerity he revealed surprised Kitahara Hakuba.
In that case......
"Director Watari, the music festival held in Sapporo, Hokkaido, will begin next month."
Kitahara Hakuba wanted to know the head of the teaching department's attitude towards the event; getting more funding for the event would be ideal.
After all, the cost of costumes for dozens of people in the wind band is not a small amount of money. If he could save the members money, it would be much more comfortable for him to deal with them in the future.
"Oh--"
Ferryman Eiji slightly raised his chin, swallowed, and said...
“I know that, but I’m not an expert. How about this, you talk to the students and make a planning table and send it to me.”
"can."
"call--"
Eiji Ferry threw the cigarette butt on the ground, then stomped on it with his foot, squatted down to pick it up, and threw it into the trash can.
"You should go back first; you reek of smoke, which is unpleasant."
"It's okay, I don't mind."
Anyway, I don't spend much time in the office.
Eiji Watari smiled like a Maitreya Buddha: "It's because you teachers keep saying you don't mind that I've started to mind."
"Then I'll go up first."
"it is good."
When Kitahara Hakuba returned to his office, he found a girl standing straight next to his desk.
The girl wore a brown uniform jacket over a beige knit sweater, with a neatly tied bow at the neckline, and her long, lustrous hair, as dark as night.
[Character: Nagase Tsukiyo]
[Instrument played: Trumpet lv18 (proficient)]
[Growth: S]
[Resilience: S]
Kitahara Hakuba was quite surprised.
He never expected that there would be a member in the department who had reached level 18. If she were a few levels higher, he wouldn't even be qualified to teach her.
And this girl named Nagase Tsukiyo is actually a double S?
I originally thought that Kirishima Mai would be unbeatable in the brass band in the future, but I didn't expect that someone would be even better than her.
Just how unusual is this person?
"Oh, Nagase-san, Kitahara-sensei is here." A female teacher immediately reminded him as Kitahara Hakuba entered the office.
The girl immediately turned around. Her eyes were the same color as her black hair, and the curves from her face to her neck were soft and distinct. She exuded a confident aura.
Thanks to her height of just over 1.6 meters, the girl's legs under her skirt were beautifully shaped, smooth and even, without any visible scars, making them a perfect work of art.
Kitahara Hakuba frowned, thinking that a girl with such beautiful legs could definitely achieve all her goals.
"Teacher Kitahara, I'm here to leave the club."
Nagase Tsukiyo placed the "resignation application" form he was holding directly on his desk.
Upon hearing the words "retirement," Kitahara Hakuba finally realized what was happening and put the information from the past two days together.
The girl in front of me is probably the one that Shinomiya Haruka mentioned as "the one who should quit the club," and she's also the girl that Saito Haruka didn't reply to.
If it were an ordinary person, Kitahara Hakuma would have just let her go; everything in the world has its destiny, and nothing can be changed.
But this person... is not only double S-shaped, but also so beautiful...
No!
Whether it's for the sake of the brass band or for your own enjoyment, you should give it a shot!
"What's wrong? Is there something you're unhappy about lately?"
Kitahara Hakuba wanted to slap himself as soon as he finished speaking. Half of what he said was because of him, which dampened most of the other person's confidence.
"The academic workload in the third year of high school is heavy, and after careful consideration, I have decided to withdraw from the program. Thank you for your careful guidance over the past few weeks,"
Nagase Tsukiyo bowed slightly in a very proper manner, a very refined posture that drew the attention of many teachers in the office.
"I see... Which university do you want to attend?"
—Could it be the University of Tokyo again, the one with the highest appearance rate at a certain point? No way.
“The University of Tokyo,” Nagase Tsukiyo said.
——OK, admit defeat and let them pass.
Kitahara Hakuba realized that his Sapporo University degree didn't really give him much confidence; the only thing that could give him face was recognition at work.
That's exactly what he lacks, and no matter how you put it now, it all seems too weak.
Just as Kitahara Hakuba could only reluctantly release the girl from the sheepfold, a voice suddenly rang out.
"Moonlit night, what are you doing here?"
Saito Haruka appeared out of nowhere and strode into the office. Her skirt fluttered back and forth as her soft legs hit the ground, vaguely outlining the graceful contours of her hips and thighs.
Chapter 9, Question 9: Are you teaching me how to do things?
"Of course I'm leaving the department. I told you all about it yesterday."
Saito Harutori gently narrowed her eyes:
"No, I don't agree."
"What business is it of yours if I resign?"
Nagase Tsukiyo frowned slightly, the light streaming in from the window tracing her silhouette. Beneath her pert nose, her cherry-red lips spoke without hesitation.
"What right do you have to make decisions for me and Mr. Kitahara?"
"No means no." Saito Harutori reached out and grasped her wrist, her face flushed and panting heavily. "Tsukiyo, come with us one more time, okay?"
"let me go."
Nagase Tsukiyo deftly shook off her hand, a move that was undeniably cool and stylish.
Her tone was frighteningly direct, yet it also carried an unyielding coldness that left no room for questioning.
The office was dominated by an almost unbearable silence; you could even hear the ticking of the second hand on the wall clock.
Kitahara Hakuba, standing there dumbfounded: "???"
The teacher, preparing to go to class: "???"
The students who passed by all looked at the office with suspicion.
Kitahara Hakuba had a mouthful of saliva in his mouth. Could he swallow it?
"What if I don't get into my dream university? How will you take responsibility for me? No, can you take responsibility for my life?"
The cold indifference, bordering on accusation, tore through the air in the room.
The words that came out of her mouth were too realistic, like a mountain pressing down on Saito Haruka, leaving her momentarily at a loss.
"But, everyone will definitely work really hard this year! So I hope that Nagase, you...!"
Nagase Tsukiyo spoke clearly:
"No matter what happens, I will never join the club again."
Saito Haruka instinctively reached out and grasped her arm, bending slightly at the waist. Her beautifully curved collarbone was faintly visible through her neckline, and the dramatic rise and fall of her chest could be seen even through the fabric.
"What do you want me to do to calm down? We've been friends for so many years, can't you trust us just one more time?"
Nagase Tsukiyo glanced at her and said decisively:
"Since you trust everyone so much, why don't you just go and win a real game together?"
"I...I..."