NABC Page 491
Page 491
Kitahara Hakuba hadn't expected this, but it's true that children from families with businesses are often called upon by their parents to help out during holidays.
It's quite difficult to go out and have fun.
"Are there many orchards?" Kitahara Hakuba asked a completely unrelated question.
Yuka Isomoto quickly shook her head and said:
"Not much, just over 300 mu, with an annual output of over 800 tons."
"so much?"
Kitahara Hakuba stared in surprise. In his memory, the Isogen family was just an ordinary family.
With an orchard of over 300 acres, at a wholesale price of 200 yuan per kilogram, the annual income would be 160 million yuan. After deducting various costs, the net income would be close to 100 million yuan.
Could it be that this girl from Aomori is actually a low-key heiress from a farming family?
"No no no no one—"
When Yuka Isomoto noticed that Kitahara-sensei was looking at her strangely, she quickly began to explain.
"This is the total investment of the local orchard farmers' alliance. Dozens of households have invested in these 300 acres. I am just one of them. My family members can also work in the orchard because of this. Apples require a lot of investment each year, and we are in the fields almost all year round. The money we get is not as good as if we worked honestly outside."
"Oh, I see." Kitahara Hakuba smiled.
Why would he feel at ease? Is it because there are too many wealthy students around him, and he doesn't want Yuka to become rich too?
How wicked Kitahara Hakuba is.
"So those who stay in their hometown are mostly middle-aged and elderly people. They need to go back to help during holidays so that Grandma won't get tired."
Hiroka Isomoto lowered her head slightly, her fingers unconsciously twisting together.
"But I also really want to hang out with Kitahara-sensei."
Her gaze would sometimes wander to the side, and sometimes quickly return, as if searching for a suitable place to settle down, but she could not shake off this awkward feeling.
Kitahara Hakuba remained silent. Yuka had always been a good girl, and that had never changed.
If the incident at the kotatsu table hadn't happened, he probably would have readily agreed to spend two days visiting Yuka's hometown and experiencing the joy of picking apples.
But now, if I agree, there's a subtle, other undertone—
"I went to Aomori so that the two of you could serve me well in the hot springs."
Saito Haruka finally lifted Kitahara Hakuba's lap at this moment, placing her schoolbag on her thighs and saying:
"But there's no rush. Kitahara-sensei, you should go to Kagoshima to relax first. We third-year students will take good care of ourselves."
Her lips curled up slightly, revealing a natural smile.
The three of them got off at the same station.
“Then I’ll go this way?” Saito Harutori said, pointing in one direction at a T-junction.
"Bye-bye." Yuka Isomoto waved.
Saito Haruka glanced at Kitahara Hakuba, her gaze filled with an intense, almost cloying affection.
Goodnight, Kitahara-sensei.
“Yes.” Kitahara Hakuba nodded, his hands in his pockets.
The atmosphere became much more relaxed after she left, at least that's how Kitahara Hakuba perceived it.
"Do you need me to take you home this time?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.
"No, no need. That would be too much trouble for Kitahara-sensei." Isomoto Yuka shook her head, carrying her bag in both hands.
"Row."
Yuka Isomoto felt comfortable for a while. She thought that Kitahara-sensei would say, "It's okay, we're quite close," because he had always been so gentle with people.
The two walked along the street, the girl's loafers making a soft "tap-tap" sound as they touched the ground, crisp and not abrupt.
Did you pass the re-examination?
Upon hearing the sudden sound beside her ear, Yuka Isomoto instinctively tensed her body, but the lines of her skirt appeared exceptionally soft as her thighs swayed.
“Yes, Harutori is very good at teaching,” said Yuka Isomoto.
Kitahara Hakuba nodded. He was indeed a good teacher; he had even taught you how to do that kind of thing with your feet.
As if hearing his inner thoughts, Yuka Isomoto's face flushed uncontrollably, and she pursed her lower lip as she said:
"I'm sorry, Kitahara-sensei"
?
"Huh? What?" Kitahara Hakuba asked, feigning confusion.
Because in his heart, all three of them knew the unspoken truth about the kotatsu (heated table), and it was best not to say it.
Every breath Yuka Isomoto took seemed to require all her strength, yet even so, the oppressive feeling in her heart remained.
At that moment, Kitahara Hakuba heard no footsteps from the girl. He turned around and found Isomoto Yuka standing there with her head down, motionless.
"I know I made a mistake back then," said Yuka Isomoto, clutching her schoolbag tightly.
Kitahara Hakuma turned to the side, hands in his pockets, staring at her expressionlessly.
It seems that Yu Xiang is going to bring that matter up and tell the truth. In that case, he doesn't need to pretend to be a good teacher anymore.
"But I'm too ordinary, so ordinary that it makes me very sad."
Yuka Isomoto's gaze remained fixed on the dark asphalt road, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, her eyes flashing with indescribable emotions.
“If I don’t do something, Kitahara-sensei, you’ll forget me: to me, you’re the one who gives me the courage to play, and as long as I’m by your side, I can forge ahead without hesitation—”
“Even if you don’t do that kind of thing, I will never forget you,” Kitahara Hakuba said calmly.
This wasn't just empty talk; it was because Isomoto Yuka was the first female student he had ever seriously taught, and people always have a deep memory of being the "first."
But Yuka Isomoto didn't seem pleased with those words. She took a deep breath, looked up at Hakuba Kitahara, and said:
"What I want to remember is not the same as what Kitahara-sensei wants to remember."
Kitahara Hakuba feigned composure, but his fingers, which were in his pocket, were unconsciously sinking into his fingertips.
It's strange, he only came to teach wind instruments, when did he become a walking aphrodisiac for young girls?
Suddenly, in a split second, Yuka Isomoto's expression changed abruptly, like ripples spreading across a calm lake.
"That...that's just..."
A blush crept onto the girl's cheeks, and her originally upright posture seemed somewhat flustered.
He repeatedly raised and lowered one hand to support his chin, his gaze began to wander, and he dared not look directly at Kitahara Hakuba anymore.
It's strange, just like back at the fireplace table, my boldness only lasted a few seconds.
Isn't this just telling Kitahara-sensei how she feels?
"I'm so sorry!"
Yuka Isomoto bowed deeply to Hakuba Kitahara at almost a 90-degree angle.
Kitahara Hakuba frowned slightly. Yuka was still too naive. She was probably one of only two girls in the third year who were easy to control.
The other person is Yu Shou.
Perhaps in her mind, her words were more appreciated than those of Saito Haruki.
“Iso Gen-kun.”
Upon hearing his soft call, Yuka Isomoto quickly straightened up.
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She beckoned and eagerly ran over.
"Good boy Kitahara Hakuba thought."
His gaze darted down to the girl's skirt.
If I asked to touch those legs encased in flesh-colored pantyhose, Yuka Isomoto would probably blush and agree.
I really don't know whether to be excited or sad.
"Back then, was it Saito who asked you to do this to me?"
His tone carried the air of someone about to be executed in autumn, and Isomoto Yuka nervously said:
"Yes, it's not what I'm supposed to do."
"Don't try to make excuses for others."
Kitahara Hakuba's tone turned serious, and even his gaze carried an undeniable air of authority.
"You have to tell me the truth, otherwise the teacher will be unhappy."
"Ugh," Yuka Isomoto said nervously, biting her cherry-colored lower lip. "It's...it's Harutori who wants to do this with me."
really.
"Didn't you try to persuade her?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.
"I tried to persuade her, but she wouldn't listen."
"But you knowingly committed the crime and still went along with it?"
Kitahara Hakuba's attitude was so unassailable that Isomoto Yuka dared not tell any lies.
Seeing that she remained silent, Kitahara Hakuba raised his right hand, placed his middle finger on the pad of his thumb, and pressed hard against her forehead.
That is, one by one!
"It hurts—!"
Yuka Isomoto felt a sharp pain in her forehead and instinctively raised her hand to rub it.
"Tai, Kitahara-sensei—!"
Kitahara Hakuba sighed helplessly and said:
"I'm very angry, but I can't do anything to you. Just accept this flick on the forehead."
"Ugh—"