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"Mai, wanna go to the restroom together?"
"Ah."
Without the slightest hesitation, Kirishima Mai and the other woman rarely made excuses about going to the bathroom, a habit they had developed over the past few months.
They walked out of the practice room together, side by side.
"Don't let me have it." Kanzaki Eri's Adam's apple bobbed as she spoke calmly, "Otherwise, he won't be happy."
Hmm...
Kirishima Mai fell silent for a moment; such a little trick couldn't possibly fool her.
Who exactly is the "he" that Eri is talking about?
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In the morning, after the vocal part practice.
At the handwashing station next to the entrance of the first music classroom, clear water flowed continuously down, forming a transparent film on the silver nozzle.
Yuka Isomoto first tightened the faucet, then wrapped the mouthpiece with a handkerchief to ensure that not a single drop of water remained.
"The audition is in a few days."
A sound more beautiful than any musical instrument came from behind me, like looking up at the midday sun through the leaves of a basil tree.
Yuka Isomoto pretended not to hear, but simply turned on the tap again and rinsed the cleaned mouthpiece.
"Yuka, you've improved so quickly. Do you often ask Kitahara-sensei for guidance?" Saito Harutori stood beside her and turned on the tap.
In her hand was also a silver mouthpiece.
"No, now it's about once a week." Yuka Isomoto kept blocking and releasing the mouthpiece with her index finger.
Saito Harutori was silent for a moment before turning off the tap.
At that moment, Yuka Isomoto also turned off the tap.
"By the way, what university does Yuka want to apply to?" Saito Harutori's light laughter came on the sound of water flowing into the outlet.
Yuka Isomoto gripped the handkerchief tightly and said:
"Sapporo."
"Huh? Sapporo University? Kitahara-sensei's university?"
Saito Harutori feigned surprise, covering her mouth before laughing.
"Does Yu-xiang also want to study music education?"
Yuka Isomoto was stunned for a moment, then looked up at her. The mature aura emanating from the young girl almost made her gasp for breath.
"also?"
"Hmm, I heard from Sakurako that Amemori also wants to apply to Sapporo University, and is thinking about whether she should major in music education or something like that."
,,
Yuka Isomoto was speechless for a moment, her ears burning. Was it because there could only be one future deputy advisor, Shin-Asahi?
No, that's not right. It's too foolish to start thinking about the competition between females four or five years from now.
Saito Harutori first wiped the mouthpiece with a light green handkerchief, then wiped her hands clean, and pursed her lips, saying:
"Yuka... likes Kitahara-sensei?"
"Well-"
Yuka Isomoto's face flushed red. To hide her panic, she blinked repeatedly, fiddling with the silver mouthpiece in her hand.
"No, that's not true. I admire Kitahara-sensei, but I wouldn't say I like him... I just think he's a very nice person, and if I could be his junior..."
"
The more the girl tried to hide it, the more hesitant and stammering she became, while Saito Haruka wore an expression that said, "I knew it."
Being his junior is much more convenient than being his student, isn't it?
Just then, a series of respectful shouts rang out in the corridor.
As the two girls saw Kitahara Hakuma walking over from one side of the corridor, they couldn't help but brush the strands of hair from their foreheads and temples.
Kitahara Hakuba walked straight over, and Saito Harutori was the first to step forward, bowing and saying:
"Good morning, Kitahara-sensei."
Yuka Isomoto blushed slightly and quickly said, "Good morning, Kitahara-sensei."
"Good morning, Saito-kun, Iso Gen-kun. Has the bass part practice ended?"
Normally, the section leader would respond.
"Yes, one round is over."
With her beautiful figure, Saito Haruka puffed out her soft breasts and smiled as if using all the tenderness in her body.
"We have already seen the sheet music for the cultural festival, and it is really excellent. We look forward to performing on stage with you."
"Well, I'm looking forward to it too."
Kitahara Hakuba's face broke into a peaceful smile, his gaze falling directly on Isomoto Yuka.
“I’m really looking forward to your final audition in the bass section.”
Yuka Usomoto's face turned even redder, as if her whole body was being melted by his words.
I was his first student whom he taught privately, and also the student he devoted a great deal of effort to teaching, and the student with whom he spent the most time (in my opinion).
In any case, no amount of effort that Kitahara-sensei poured into other girls could compare to the amount and intensity she put into her (in my opinion).
Kitahara Hakuba said:
"However, it is a pity that there is no euphonium solo in this year's selection of pieces, which is a real shame."
Many top schools include a tuba solo in their free repertoire, but the woodwind section of the Shin-hsu Wind Ensemble is stronger and more outstanding, with most solos performed by woodwinds, while the brass section only features the trumpet.
"There's nothing to regret. Kurosawa's euphonium was also very good. Kitahara-sensei can make up for it next year," Isomoto Yuka said, as if to comfort him.
Next year.....
Kitahara Hakuba remained silent for a while, and did not respond to this in person, but just smiled faintly.
He didn't want to discuss whether he would stay in his post, at least not until after the national conference.
The high school brass band for the third year is over, but the morale of the first and second year students may be affected by his future.
"I'll go in first. Ask me if you have any questions." Kitahara Shirama opened the door handle of the first music classroom.
The two girls nodded in agreement, and Saito Haruka stared at him with eyes full of affection, not blinking.
"I feel...it's so great that I've been able to keep going, it's so great that I've gotten this far, in a way..."
I want to thank you, Sunny Bird.
Yuka Isomoto's gaze remained fixed on him, so much so that she didn't notice the innocent look on the girl's face beside her.
Her frankness made Saito Haruka feel uneasy.
If I hadn't asked her to go to Kitahara-sensei back then, Isomoto Yuka would probably be no different from before, and she probably wouldn't have any relationship with Kitahara-sensei.
Saito Haruka's slender, pale throat trembled slightly. She ran her fingers through a strand of hair, squinting her eyes as she spoke with unspoken meaning:
"Yes, I regret it."
What she meant by that was that she regretted getting involved with Yuka Isomoto and Hakuba Kitahara, which made her have to worry about someone else.
“It’s all in the past, there’s nothing to regret.” However, Yuka Isomoto didn’t notice her deeper meaning, and the hem of her brown skirt was grabbed and wrinkled.
Saito Harutori slowly relaxed her lips, and said with a half-smile:
"Yuka, can we still be friends?"
The words that rolled off her tongue made Yuka Isomoto feel that they were too subtle to describe their relationship.
"I don't know... but..."
Hiroka Isomoto's eyes flickered slightly, and a few sighs escaped her lips.
"I hope everyone will have a good life after graduation."
Chapter 196, page 195: "Will I be the only one accompanying you back to Tokyo?" (Thinking to himself) (4K)
"Pop pop pop~~~~~~~"
During the afternoon break, the distinctive, clear sound of the trumpet could be heard from time to time in the practice room.
Kuno Tachibana released his mouth and glanced at the girl beside him. Her slightly wavy black hair outlined a soft curve.
The two of them were the most diligent in the trumpet section; Yu Shou would go and teach the new students during her breaks.
The other trumpeters were either playing outside or playing makeup games in the bathroom.
"Nase-senpai, can you say something?"
"Huh? Me?" Nagase Tsukiyo lowered her trumpet, curious about her unexpected conversation.
"Regarding the audition selection for this national competition."
Kuno Tachibana stretched his lower leg forward, revealing the distinct knuckles of his ankle, as if sketched with gentle brushstrokes.
Nagase Tsukiyo first drew her legs together beneath her skirt, then slowly relaxed them, a smile playing on her lips as she said:
"So, what's wrong?"
Kuno Tachibana's buttocks shifted back a few centimeters, and the steel pipe chair creaked painfully.
She looked at Nagase Tsukiyo's beautiful face and said:
"Teacher Kitahara would never favor me in the audition again. If I lose on the day of the audition, I will not ask to compete again."
Nagase Tsukiyo subconsciously tightened her legs again, her delicate thighs pressed together, a black line formed by shadows, her knees rounded and smooth.
Talking to myself about these things at this time...
Are you showing off?
"Sorry, I don't really understand." For some reason, Nagase Tsukiyo felt a flutter in her chest.