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The two girls sat together, making it seem a bit crowded.
Chapter 340, 339. The card you absolutely cannot discard (4)
"But will our arrival affect Kitahara-sensei?" Yukawa Sakurako asked.
Akamatsu Sayaka crossed her legs, pinched her big toe with her fingers, and said, "We're already here, Kitahara-sensei can't say it will cause any problems, right?"
Sakurako Yukawa laughed awkwardly and said, "Yeah, yeah."
She sat to Kitahara Hakuba's left, her posture under the kotatsu table a very ladylike sideways leg stretch, a posture that looked quite beautiful.
But sitting for long periods of time can be very uncomfortable.
Kitahara Hakuba answered with his usual gentle expression, his gaze lingering on her workbook on the table:
"No, I won't stay for too long."
"I'm sorry, I forgot to tell Kitahara-sensei that Sakurako and the others would be coming." Saito Harutori clasped her hands together, looking apologetic.
Given the presence of these people, Kitahara Hakuba could only shake his head to indicate that he didn't care.
"Sayaka, why didn't you bring any books?" Sakurako noticed that Akamatsu next to her didn't bring any books and instead pulled out snacks from her bag.
Sayaka Akamatsu smiled dismissively and said:
"Are we all really here to study? I think we'll start playing in about ten minutes. Since we're going to start playing soon, isn't it too heavy to bring books?"
"But I really came here with the mindset of being tutored."
Sakurako Yukawa snatched her schoolbag and placed it next to Hakuba Kitahara, saying...
"Please look after this, Kitahara-sensei."
"Taihara-sensei can eat it too!"
Sayaka Akamatsu recommended it with a smile.
"I especially like cucumber-flavored potato chips. They have a refreshing taste, unlike other flavors which have a strong flavor."
“I also love cucumber flavor,” Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile.
Yu Shou held the black pen he had given him; the ink refill seemed to have been replaced long ago.
"I love to eat it too."
Kitahara Hakuba responded with a smile. He quite enjoyed being with these third-year students, as he didn't have to worry about anything ambiguous and felt like he was truly a "teacher."
The group quickly took out their stationery and began to focus on tutoring. They seemed to have planned it in advance: Akamatsu would teach Yuuka, and Amemori would teach Yuka.
"There are usually many aspects. The first is asking about your definition and understanding of music, what music means to you. Generally, music is an expression of emotion, an art form that connects people's hearts. When dealing with musical concepts from different cultural backgrounds, one should maintain a high degree of cultural sensitivity."
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"Teachers might be more interested in hearing students' visions for the future, such as how they hope to integrate music into their future careers and what impact they hope to have on the field of music."
The man said, "You also need to have the motivation and goals for learning music. It's like a kindergarten teacher asking about your dreams when you grow up: to become a professional musician, an educator, or simply to study music out of love for it. It all depends on you."
"The representative events of the Nara period should be the relocation of the capital to Heijō-kyō and the compilation of the Kojiki and the Tōyōshō, right?"
"Isn't it 'The Tale of Genji'?"
"This book wasn't compiled during the Nara period at all! It's from the Heian period."
"Indeed, isn't this common sense for the people? What's more, Murasaki Shikibu was a female writer. Sakurako, your life is truly ruined."
"I only got one question wrong, stop pronouncing my death sentence!"
The cramped room was instantly filled with an atmosphere of serious study. Yu Shou, who usually tucked her hair behind one ear, now tucked it behind both ears, making her small face look dignified and beautiful.
However, in the occasional moments when she looked up, her gaze would meet Kitahara Hakuma's before quickly looking down again.
That single glance was enough to make a girl's heart race, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the corner of the book's page.
Kitahara Hakuba didn't seem to care. He leaned slightly to the right as he explained his musical philosophy and potential questions to Saito Harukori.
The smell of textbooks, the rhythm of turning pages of exercise books, the occasional complaints about difficult problems, and the fragrance emanating from the five girls.
These sounds and sounds seemed to slow down the second hand on my wrist.
Kitahara Hakuba suddenly felt that studying with them wasn't so bad, it was better than being alone with Saito Harukori.
Moreover, judging from Saito Haruka's expression, she seemed to think that this would be better.
Did he think too much?
Just as he was pondering this, under the fireplace table, at the feet of the girls, was a box of hot nitrogen.
A pair of delicate little feet quietly reached out, the movement very light, as if it were an unintentional touch, yet it carried an undeniable deliberate intent.
Those little feet gently pressed against Kitahara Hakuma's thighs like a kitten kneading its paws.
The movements were slow and gentle, as if testing the waters.
"Teacher Kitahara, may I write your name in the experience section? I feel like that would make me more confident."
Saito Harutori suddenly asked, somewhat embarrassed.
"I feel like if the interviewers saw this, they would look at me in a new light."
Kitahara Hakuba raised a muscle on his face.
He was still careless. He thought that with so many people he knew around, Saito Haruka would restrain herself, but in reality, it was precisely because so many people were there that she dared to continue.
She was gambling that Kitahara Hakuba wouldn't expose her ambiguous behavior under the kotatsu table in front of everyone.
His kindness was taken advantage of.
"of course can."
Kitahara Hakuba pretended to have cold hands, reaching down with both hands to grab her ankles and hold them firmly.
It was as if it were a punishment; the hand was exerting force.
Saito Harutori's right eyebrow twitched noticeably, but she still smiled and said:
"That's good."
Kitahara Hakuba wanted to give her a wink, signaling her to stop causing trouble here.
What struck him as a sudden realization was that there were other things under the fireplace table.
Kitahara Hakuba was somewhat bewildered, his hands gripping Saito Haruka's ankles.
So whose foot is this one that's being stretched out now?
He didn't move or speak, but raised his eyebrows to observe the expressions of the other four people, trying to find something unusual.
Sakurako Yukawa was still being teased by Sayaka Akamatsu as a "fool," and the two were having a great time, their minds completely focused on their tutoring.
Only Amemori and Isomoto Yuka, who were standing in front of him, had flushed faces. Amemori, in particular, would look away in a panic the moment he glanced at her.
Yuka Isomoto was no better off; her lips were slightly pursed, and her eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, as if she were struggling with the panic in her heart.
Who exactly is it?
Kitahara Hakuba had never felt so helpless before, because both girls had given him the impression of being very obedient and well-behaved, the kind of girls who would never disagree with him.
Meanwhile, things got increasingly outrageous under the fireplace table.
"Cough cough—" Kitahara Hakuba coughed unconsciously in an attempt to alleviate his overwhelming emotions.
"Teacher Kitahara? Did you catch a cold on your way here?" Saito Harutori asked with concern, her slightly rosy face showing great concern.
“It’s nothing.” Kitahara Hakuba shook his head.
Are you still pretending?
Seemingly realizing something, if the previous behavior was a test, then knowing he wouldn't speak,
It will only continue.
Just as Kitahara Hakuba was about to release Saito Harukori's ankle to control that foot.
What completely "broke down" for him was that another one appeared, something he had never even considered.
Now, it is known that he has four legs under the fireplace table, but only two hands.
Judging from the feel, they were all wearing socks, and all of them were short socks.
But all four girls were wearing short socks today, except for Sayaka Akamatsu, who took off her socks and crawled barefoot into the kotatsu table.
He could hear the girls chatting and studying all around him, but the space under the fireplace table was filled with the warmth emanating from the fireplace lamp, and his heartbeat became clearer in the silence.
He realized that a girl had joined forces with Saito Harukori.
But is this girl either Amemori or Isomoto Yuka?
Just as Kitahara Hakuba was about to peek at Isomoto Yuka's expression, he was kicked by someone.
Kitahara Hakuma lay directly on the table, a bold move that made his heart race.
"Huh? Kitahara-sensei?"
To his left, Sakurako Yukawa, unaware of what was happening, widened her clear eyes and said...
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"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"It's nothing, I just got up a little early today," Kitahara Hakuba said with a dry laugh.
He can't get up now.
If he stood up, the five girls would see him like this, and his image would be completely ruined.
This is absolutely not allowed.
"Doesn't Kitahara-sensei usually get up very early?"
Akamatsu Sayaka asked, puzzled, "You usually arrive at school around six o'clock, right? I remember the girls in track and field saying that Kitahara-sensei arrives even earlier than them."
Under the kotatsu table, Kitahara Hakuba could sense who had taken over.
He suddenly realized that his hands were not holding the same person's feet, but the feet of two different girls.
They had come prepared; I had underestimated Saito Haruka.