I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Kitahara Hakuba took a shallow breath. He felt that the girl had said that on purpose, to stir up his moral conscience.

But I have to say, it's really tough to handle.

“There’s no need. It’s not your fault that you failed to set a good example as a father. You’re still a senior in high school and should focus on other more important things.”

Saito Harutori was momentarily speechless, his gaze fixed sadly on the mug in front of him.

Looking at the girl in front of him, who exuded a mysterious aura, Kitahara Hakuba's palms began to sweat.

With his current savings, supporting a young girl's life would be very easy for him.

But if others find out, it won't be that simple.

Especially Shinomiya Haruka; if she knew that he was secretly supporting a beautiful girl, she would most likely "kill" him.

But as long as the two of them keep quiet, no third person will know. Kitahara Hakuba thought to himself, as if trying to convince himself.

"You mean, you want me to be responsible for your living expenses throughout your three years of high school?" Kitahara Hakuba asked bluntly.

Saito Haruka pursed her chin slightly; she seemed unaccustomed to this way of speaking, but still nodded and said:

"Well, not only that, I also hope you can pay for my future college tuition."

Kitahara Hakuba crossed his arms and said, "Saito-kun, this is probably not a small amount of money."

Saito Harutori shifted her body somewhat awkwardly, seemingly offering a weak resistance, to see if he was wavering.

"I don't want to force Kitahara-sensei to agree, but it's really embarrassing for a girl to say these things."

As she spoke, she peered at Kitahara Hakuba's expression. He was just frowning, and she couldn't see any disdain or trouble in him. This made Saito Haruka feel much more at ease.

Kitahara Hakuba nodded. She was practically describing it as an investment product, but unfortunately, empty words are worthless.

But he still couldn't stand idly by. She had virtually no social experience and was at an age where she was very likely to take risks for money.

“Alright, I agree,” Kitahara Hakuba said.

"Really?"

Saito Haruka stared at him intently with a wide-eyed look, and asked in a trembling voice filled with joy.

Kitahara Hakuba sat up straight and said:

“I will support your living expenses and college tuition, and I will keep a record of every single transaction so that you will need to repay me in the future.”

Saito Haruka gave a slightly melancholy smile, raising her hand to grasp her full, round breasts:

"I have almost no possessions now, but I am willing to dedicate my present, my future, my feelings, and my life entirely to you:"

.

Kitahara Hakuba raised one corner of his mouth, trying his best to show a gentle and mature expression:

"You don't need to go to such lengths. Just live your own life from now on."

For Kitahara Hakuba, if Saito's presence doesn't affect Yuka, then it's a good thing for the bass section.

Because there are very few people who can support the bass voice.

"I understand that doing this comes at a corresponding price."

Saito Haruka blushed slightly and repeatedly spoke while touching the strands of hair on her chest.

"I am truly willing to give you everything, even the most precious things that a young girl can have."

The girl's smoky blue eyes shimmered slightly, like the sea reflecting the glow of the setting sun.

Kitahara Hakuba truly didn't understand what "the most precious thing" meant, or rather, he genuinely didn't understand it when it came to the girl.

But he didn't have the mind to delve into it further, and continued:

When do you plan to return to the club?

Saito Haruka's body suddenly trembled, and her brows furrowed in a troubled frown.

"If everyone can successfully enter the National Conference, I should wait until after the National Conference to enter. Otherwise, if I think too much now, I may end up just being an empty shell."

Kitahara Hakuba nodded. Her concern was not unfounded; being a "dark horse" was not an easy task.

However, he is certainly confident that he will make it to the national conference.

The national tournament is scheduled for mid-October, giving the members plenty of time to train. Once she joins, she will be able to quickly integrate with the brass band.

However, there are also cultural festivals and sports festivals to be held in September, so it doesn't seem like it will be a very long time.

"That's settled then." Kitahara Hakuba stood up, took the bill from the table, and said, "See you after the All-Do Tournament."

Saito Harutori's gaze followed his movements, her handsome brows furrowing slightly, and she raised her hand to grasp his arm.

But it still stopped in mid-air:

"Am I not allowed to meet with you before the All-Dao Assembly?"

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Kitahara Hakuba stopped in his tracks; the back of the bill felt smooth to the touch.

"Hmm? I think everything should be fine now."

Seeing his smile, Saito Haruka's ears flushed red, and she quickly asked:

"Am I a bad cook?"

“It’s delicious,” Kitahara Hakuba said, “but I’m used to cooking for myself, so you don’t have to keep coming.”

"I can cook for you, didn't I just say that? I'm very good at housekeeping, I can help you with a lot of things."

"I didn't hire you to be my babysitter."

Kitahara Hakuba was a little annoyed; why did this girl keep wanting to come to his house?

Don't you have a home?

No, it seems she really doesn't have a home anymore, she just has a place to stay.

While beautiful girls are pleasing to the eye, eating with them can be incredibly awkward.

Seeing that she was unwilling to give up and was about to speak again, Kitahara Hakuba spoke first:

"That's settled then. I'll transfer the money to you later. You should still have the two competition pieces for the brass band, right?"

"Hmm...yes, they're all still there."

Saito Harutori suddenly remembered something, and after groaning for a moment, said...

“I’ve already given away my euphonium, so I might need to use the school’s euphonium.”

“Don’t worry, your euphonium is still in the instrument management room, and it’s been well taken care of by Isomoto-kun,” Kitahara Hakuba said.

Saito Haruka felt a surge of indescribable emotion as her fingernails left marks on the back of her hand. She had said before that she would give the euphonium to Isomoto Yuka, but Yuka had never used it and often helped her with skincare.

"Yuka::

While Saito Harutori was lost in memories of Isomoto Yuka, she came to her senses to find that Kitahara Hakuba had already checked out and left.

She hurriedly picked up her shoulder bag and stood up, wondering if she could go home with him, but when she went outside, she found that he was nowhere to be seen.

In the twilight of August, the sun lingered, reluctant to set.

Saito Harutori inhaled the warm air, and the sea reflecting the setting sun appeared at the edge of her vision. The twilight was very peaceful, and the sound of the waves was barely audible.

He successfully connected with Kitahara Hakuba, and from now on, he would always be a part of his life.

Although it was somewhat despicable and lacked any sense of self-respect, this plan was undoubtedly the best for him.

Compared to the other girls, although she didn't win at the beginning, her future was promising. She was the only girl who stayed by his side. Saito Haruka breathed a sigh of relief, her body filled with excitement for the bright future.

The sense of security brought by his promise of support gave her an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. She felt light and airy even when walking on the asphalt road, as if she would fly away at any moment.

In a good mood, she bought some groceries at the supermarket. The cabbages looked really good today, and she was about to buy one to take home when her phone received a message: Kitahara Hakuba's transfer had arrived.

Although it was only one million, it was enough for Saito Haruka to live on.

Soon, Kitahara Hakuba sent a message:

"Received yet?"

Saito Harukori placed the shopping cart aside and typed on her phone with both hands:

"Yes, I received it, thank you."

Kitahara Hakuba:

"enough?"

Saito Harutori:

"enough"

She waited there for a while, her gaze involuntarily drifting upwards, and noticed that the contact name she had previously saved for him was "Braille Ensemble Instructor Kitahara".

I used to think it was perfect, that nothing could be more perfect.

But now, for some reason, Saito Haruka found it increasingly irritating to look at, and a strange anger welled up inside her.

Her slender white fingers moved and tapped rapidly on the screen, and in no time, the nickname was changed to "White Horse".

This looks much better now.

A happy smile appeared on Saito Haruka's face as she contentedly put her phone back into her handbag and continued to stroll leisurely along, pushing her shopping cart.

Normally, Saito Harukori would buy things with a specific purpose, but this time she wandered aimlessly around the supermarket for a long time.

I bought a lot of different things.

Of course, these are all essential daily necessities, and I probably won't need to buy them for quite some time to come.

As she watched the amount of money constantly jumping on the screen, a strange warmth flowed through Saito Haruka's heart, especially when she thought that the money belonged to Kitahara Hakuba.

There's a feeling that as long as she keeps spending money, she can develop a stronger connection with him.

As I walked out of the supermarket, the sky was tinged with night, and the light from the streetlights illuminated the slightly dark asphalt road.

The older women were sitting on the benches where people were resting, chatting idly. Saito Harutori felt as if she and the others were like fish from different ecosystems, brushing past each other.

"Miss Saito, did you buy so much stuff today?" the older woman asked with a smile.

"Hmm." Saito Harutori smiled slightly and carried the things upstairs with some difficulty.