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Sayaka Akamatsu took a deep breath, half-squatted down, and spread her arms wide, saying:
"Oh my god, Shinomiya-sensei, your legs in black stockings are gorgeous!!! Kitahara-sensei is so lucky!"
"Sayaka!"
Sakurako Yukawa couldn't hold back any longer and reached out to forcibly straighten her body.
"Don't treat Shinomiya-sensei like that! And Kitahara-sensei, I'm sorry."
However, Kitahara Hakuba was already used to Akamatsu Sayaka's behavior.
She often played the skirt-lifting game with other members in the club's wind instrument section corridor, and I've even seen her black lace-trimmed safety shorts.
It's a form of compensation, I suppose.
Shinomiya Haruka pursed her lips slightly, her lips painted with cherry blossom lipstick, and said with a smile:
"Minister Yuchuan, you seem to be taking a bit more initiative than before?"
"Huh? Really?" Sakurako Yukawa exclaimed in surprise.
"Hmm, it seems your mental resilience wasn't quite up to par before." Shinomiya Haruka's fingers moved unconsciously in the air.
“Hmm:” Sakurako Yukawa wouldn’t refute that point.
"But it seems that Mr. Kitahara has changed quite a few people in your brass band." Shinomiya Haruka gave Kitahara Hakuba a meaningful smile.
Wait, does she think there's some kind of relationship between herself and this girl with three braids?
Impossible. Even if you suspect the other third-year students, you wouldn't suspect her.
I can agree with that.
Sakurako nodded obediently without any guile. She couldn't count how many girls in the club had been changed by him, but there were definitely some.
And the most obvious example is the almost obsessive Rain Guardian, but he absolutely cannot say it in front of Shinomiya-sensei.
"Alright, hurry up and get off the stage. The manzai club members have to go on stage later," Kitahara Hakuba said.
Manzai is a type of crosstalk performance. When performed solo, it is called Rakugo, and when performed by two people, it is called Manzai.
The two executives left the stage side by side, and Kitahara Hakuma also led Shinomiya Haruka and the other two out of the auditorium.
Sunlight filters through the gaps in the maple leaves, dappling the concrete ground like a net of interwoven light and shadow.
"Teacher Kitahara, you are truly amazing! I've never heard of you before!" Seiko Ashida clasped her hands together, her eyes filled with longing as she looked at him.
"You're too kind," Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile.
Chapter 232, Section 231: Mother! You have no idea how good your child has been to them! (4K) >>
I was thinking to myself, it's normal for them to call him "teacher," but what do you want by calling him "teacher"? Do you want to become his student too?
At that moment, Shinomiya Haruka's fingers gently slid across his palm, then she gripped it tightly and said:
Why aren't you wearing a tuxedo to the stage today?
“It’s not a competition, so there’s no need to wear that outfit,” Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile.
Wearing this to a competition is too formal, there's no other way. But wearing it here would most likely be seen as showing off.
Kitahara Hakuba isn't the type of person who really wants to show off his charm. Of course, he has shown his charm in some instances so far, but it was all passive. I hope everyone can understand that.
"Are you free now?" Shinomiya Haruka asked.
“I know a really good Japanese restaurant that’s always packed. Maybe if we go there now we can grab a table!” Seiko Ashida said with a smile.
Great! I can have a free high-end Japanese meal!
"I definitely can't leave; I have to go to work," Kitahara Hakuba said with difficulty.
Shinomiya Haruka frowned slightly and said, "Now that it's the cultural festival, is there anything else you need to do?"
"There's nothing wrong right now, but I just can't leave."
Kitahara Hakuba touched the back of his neck with his right hand and said, "Besides, I'm leaving tomorrow, so I want to stay a little longer and spend more time with the members of the brass band, and teach them a little more."
Shinomiya Haruka hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's right, then the Holy Son and I will be going now."
"kindness."
After seeing the two off at the school gate, Kitahara Hakuba walked towards the club building.
An open-air stage was set up on the playground, where many female students dressed in colorful idol costumes were dancing.
They were all jumping around very freely, bouncing and twirling, showing off their sweatpants without any problem.
But as Kitahara Hakuba passed by, the girls on stage became shy, their movements became very unnatural, and the results of the rehearsal were completely wiped out.
The boys in the front row, seeing the girls suddenly become shy, assumed it was because of their earlier eye contact that had made them like this, and they shouted even louder.
"I knew she liked me," a boy waving a light stick said to the guy next to him.
As Kitahara Hakuba passed by the booth, his cell phone rang in his pocket.
When I picked it up, I found it was a call from my mom, who lives far away in Tokyo.
Kitahara Hakuba:
"What's wrong, Mom?"
Kitahara's mother:
"Hakuba, what time is the Shinkansen tomorrow? What time will I get home?"
Kitahara Hakuba's gaze fell on the two-year-old girl running past him. Her pleated skirt swayed incessantly, and the muscular lines of her beautiful thighs held his eyes captive.
And the aroma that wafted over when I ran past was truly wonderful.
He continued:
"It should be around 9 a.m., and I should arrive in Tokyo around 2 p.m. I'll probably get home around 4 p.m. It will only be later than earlier."
But getting back to Tokyo and then to my home in Fuchu City involves taking the train for a while and walking for a while, which is incredibly inconvenient.
He could faintly hear the sound of bedding being patted over there, and Kitahara Hakuba knew without a doubt that his mother was patting his bedsheets.
He could almost smell a faint scent of mothballs, a memory emanating from the wooden cabinet, carrying an indescribable nostalgia and warmth.
Kitahara's mother:
"Oh, did anyone come back with you this time?"
Kitahara Hakuba:
"Yes, there were three female students from the same school. They were also going to Tokyo to visit the university's open day, and I accompanied them back on the way."
Kitahara's mother hesitated for a moment, then continued to ask:
"Your student?"
Kitahara Hakuba:
"Yes, I teach the wind band at the school. These three are students there, so I guess you could say I taught them."
Kitahara's mother:
"Then let's have them come over for dinner. I'll just kill a paddy field duck and make soup; it's very nourishing."
Kitahara Hakuba frowned and walked into the club building.
Cool air circulated around, but the sounds of students organizing club activities grew louder and louder, making it difficult to hear the mother's voice for a moment.
"Isn't this a bit inappropriate?" he said, sounding somewhat annoyed.
There's just one paddy field duck, his parents, two younger sisters, and him—that's about it.
If three more female students come, how will we divide the duck meat?
Not to mention his predicament, Daoyouya also felt very troubled.
Kitahara's mother:
"Hey! What's wrong with that? Are those three people from Tokyo? Do they have any relatives in Tokyo?"
Kitahara Hakuba walked up the stairs, his gaze unconsciously drifting upwards, and he happened to catch a glimpse of the girl's pleated skirt.
Without safety shorts, the azure sky was full and vibrant, a scene of boundless spring beauty.
I'm not a local, and I don't know if I have any relatives there.
He quickly looked away, pretending not to have seen it.
He'd seen this kind of thing many times before. He'd seen women with seemingly aloof long black hair who actually wore lace, and women who appeared to be sassy but were actually dressed in blue and white – all about creating a contrast.
So much so that climbing the stairs every day gives him a novel experience of "guess who I am".
Kitahara's mother spoke in a repentant tone:
"You're a teacher, you should treat your students better! We should do our duty as hosts. Your hometown is here, how can we not take good care of them? Besides, it's just a meal, it won't cost you anything."
However, the rice paddy ducks will have fewer pieces of meat.
Kitahara Hakuba's expression immediately turned sullen. He gritted his teeth, "Mother! You have no idea what's going on here! I've just been too good to these girls!"
But you can't say those words out loud, because your mother can't share your worries; she'll only worry so much that she can't sleep at night.
It was too noisy in the building, so Kitahara Hakuba stood still in the stairwell, looked out the window, and said:
"Mom, but there's only one paddy field duck, and the three of them have big appetites. How can your son possibly eat anything?"
"
A moment later, I heard my mother's laughter on the other end of the phone:
"You idiot, would your mother let you go hungry? Don't worry, you're definitely full."
Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but laugh out loud, then sighed helplessly and said:
"Alright, but if they don't want to go, there's nothing I can do. Don't say I deliberately prevented them from coming."
"Okay, remember to message me when you get on the bus tomorrow."
"Okay, love you, Mom."
After hanging up the phone, Kitahara Hakuba raised his hand and rubbed his face.
Without even thinking about it, he knew that aside from Nagase Tsukiyo who might politely decline, Saito Haruka and Kanzaki Eri would definitely agree without hesitation.