I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Nagase Tsukiyo quietly squinted her eyes. The city was situated by the sea, and the sticky air clung tightly to her skin.

“I can record a video and show it to Mr. Kitahara,” she said.

Kitahara Hakuba paused for a moment, a gentle look flickering deep within his eyes, which held a hint of a smile:

"Really? Thank you for your hard work."

Nagase Tsukiyo shook her head:

"You've always been the one who works hard."

She looked to her left; the mains power hadn't arrived at the station yet, so it seemed she could spend a little more time with him.

We need to find some topics to talk about, because it would seem strange for a teacher to take the initiative to chat with female students and find topics to talk about, right?

"What are you planning to do during winter break, Kitahara-sensei?" Nagase Tsukiyo pulled the scarf around her neck up to cover her lips.

"We haven't decided on that yet."

Kitahara Hakuba smiled awkwardly and said,

"You might go back to your hometown to rest, or you might travel around. What about you?"

Nagase Tsukiyo felt a surge of joy. Her biggest worry was that Kitahara-sensei wouldn't pass the buck back, otherwise it would be very awkward.

"I think I should still be in Hokkaido."

"You were already accepted back then, didn't you want to adapt to life in Tokyo for a while first?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.

Nagase Tsukiyo asked from afar, "Talk? Kitahara-sensei, you don't know?"

"what?"

"Even if we pass the Tokyo University of Music's selection, we still have to complete high school courses and exams to meet graduation requirements. In other words, we can only leave after graduating next March."

"Oh

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Kitahara Hakuba pretended to understand.

Actually, he understood everything. He said he didn't just to have more to talk about with her, because she seemed a little nervous.

However, Nagase Tsukiyo is easily misunderstood because of this.

She had some doubts; it seemed that Kitahara-sensei wasn't very willing to spend much time with them, the third-year female students.

Who is bothering him?

Me? I probably don't know anything about boundaries; I've always been careful to maintain them.

At this moment, the mains power supply arrived at the station.

"I go first."

"Okay." Nagase Tsukiyo waved and said instinctively, "See you tomorrow."

A hint of doubt flashed across Kitahara Hakuba's face, but he still nodded and said:

"Well, see you tomorrow."

As soon as I stepped into the carriage and sat down, two more girls boarded the train.

The moment Kitahara Hakuma saw the two of them, his body involuntarily stiffened, and he subconsciously became hot.

They are the voluptuous Saito Haruka and the extremely pure and lovely Aomori girl, Isomoto Yuka.

The former waved and greeted him with a smile, while the latter's eyes darted around, and she didn't dare to look at him much.

There were plenty of empty seats in the carriage, but Saito Haruka still pulled Isomoto Yuka to sit next to him.

Rather than saying it's beside you, it's more accurate to say it's on either side of your body, one on the left and one on the right.

"Teacher Kitahara, how is the brass band doing?"

Saito Haruka asked in a coquettish voice, placing her schoolbag on her right side, her thighs covered in pantyhose pressed directly against his right leg. Isogen Yuka placed her schoolbag between the two of them, the girl's hands tucked between her legs covered in flesh-colored pantyhose, her gaze fixed on the carriage floor.

"good."

Kitahara Hakuba's breathing became somewhat erratic. Sitting between the two girls, he suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of transgression. Those feet, one covered in white socks and the other in black socks, had both done wonderful things for him.

And now these two are sitting right next to him, and he can't even begin to criticize them.

All three of them knew perfectly well what had happened under the fireplace table that day.

But the three of them still had to pretend they knew nothing and that nothing had happened, and continue to act out their teacher-student relationship.

Chapter 358, Section 357: Who achieved their goal today? (6-in-1)

"Just now, I saw you and Yueye chatting quite well together, so I didn't say hello."

Saito Haruka casually brushed her bangs aside, her full breasts bobbing up and down with her breath.

"so."

Kitahara Hakuba smiled ambiguously and spoke softly.

"She told me that we should go to Tokyo to take the exam together."

“Well, Eri and Tsukiyo don’t seem to be very proactive, so I thought it would be better if I took the initiative to bring it up.” Saito Harutori smiled in a pretentious manner.

Kitahara Hakuba's gaze remained fixed on the carriage floor.

To be honest, he didn't know who to look at; out of the corner of his eye, he could only catch glimpses of the two girls' lower bodies and their brown and black loafers.

And normally, would female students sit on either side of a teacher? Shouldn't they sit together?

"Live together?" he asked.

“I don’t own a house in Tokyo, but the two of them do, and it’s quite large.”

Saito Harutori glanced at his face and said,

"They'll probably live together, since they're both kind-hearted girls."

Kitahara Hakuba didn't react to this, but Isohara Yuka frowned slightly, crossed her fingers, mustered her courage, stared at Kitahara Hakuba's face, and asked cautiously and fearfully:

"I hope Kitahara-sensei has a great time in Kagoshima this time."

Kitahara Hakuba was taken aback by her sudden remark and stared blankly at her knees.

It looked very smooth under the flesh-colored pantyhose.

"Yes, I'm really looking forward to it too. I've never been to such a far place before," he said with a smile.

"Hmm," Yuka Isomoto nodded, and said nothing more.

"I really want to go to Kagoshima too."

Saito Haruka, her voice trembling with girlish sweetness, looked up at the headlights on the carriage ceiling and said...

"The school trips for the past two years were in Hokkaido, but all we could actually do was ski and soak in hot springs."

Yuka Isomoto straightened her upper body and brought her legs together, saying:

"Soaking in the hot spring is so relaxing!"

"It was a real ordeal when we came out."

"Yes! I didn't want to leave at that time. I felt like I wanted to stay in the hot spring forever!"

Yuka Isomoto is no longer the reserved person she was before. She seems to be excited about a topic she enjoys.

“Last time you fainted in the hot spring, it was Tsukiyo who carried you out,” Saito Harutori said with a smile.

"Oh, stop talking, it's so embarrassing."

The two girls were chatting in each other's ears. If it weren't for their complicated relationship, Kitahara Hakuba would actually have enjoyed the feeling.

"Does Kitahara-sensei like soaking in hot springs?" Saito Haruka asked.

“Yes, I like it.” Kitahara Hakuba nodded.

No one dislikes soaking in hot springs, right? If someone doesn't, it's probably because they haven't tried it yet.

"So:::

Saito Haruka's thigh, hidden beneath her skirt, suddenly pressed against his, her body heat traveling along the skirt to Kitahara Hakuba's outer thigh, carrying an unmistakable sense of intimacy.

The movement was natural and unpretentious, and the touch was warm and soft.

"Let's go to Aomori for hot springs together during our winter break?" she said with a smile.

Kitahara Hakuba's face didn't turn red, but Isomoto Yuka, who was next to him, blushed first.

Because her hometown is in Aomori, she definitely has to go home for winter break.

The air around them grew warm and ambiguous without them even realizing it. Saito Haruka's light touch on his thigh was like a silent language to Kitahara Hakuba, carrying the shyness and boldness unique to young girls.

Saito Harutori seemed to be subtly telling Kitahara Hakuba that last time he was comfortable at the three-person kotatsu table, and next time he would be comfortable by going to Aomori for a three-person hot spring.

Regardless of what it is, it makes one's heart race.

Kitahara Hakuba did not speak first.

He mainly wanted to hear if Yuka Isomoto would speak first, but after waiting for nearly ten seconds, she didn't move, only repeatedly fiddling with the hem of her skirt with her fingers.

Feeling a little disappointed, Kitahara Hakuba still hoped that Yuka could be more normal.

Because there are more and more abnormal people, he himself is somewhat abnormal.

“You can soak in hot springs anywhere, so why go to Aomori?” Kitahara Hakuba chuckled softly.

“Because Yuka’s hometown has beautiful scenery and is close to Hokkaido, it’s only about a short distance after passing through an underwater tunnel,” Saito Harutori said.

Yuka Isomoto kept looking at the hem of her skirt with her hands, and gently bit her lower lip as she said:

"Because... because I probably can't travel far during winter break."

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"Why?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.

Saito Harutori took the initiative to explain:

"Because it's winter break, the Aomori apples in their area are in their late-ripening harvest season. Yuka's family has an apple orchard, and she needs to help her family with the harvest, so she doesn't have time to go anywhere else to play."