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What exactly is it that's moving us about?
Yu Shou's breathing was somewhat disordered, and her face was flushed; she was so excited that she was afraid.
What should I call Mr. Kitahara when I run into him?
Should I call him Mr. Kitahara? Or "Kimi"? Or "Hakuba"?
Looking at her senior classmates, Kana Eto felt a pang of envy. She took a deep breath and said:
"Since Kitahara-sensei has no objections, then we won't change the ensemble lineup this time, okay? If anyone isn't in a group, let's 'mix them together like scraps of clay! Let's all mess around!'"
"Akamatsu-senpai! Don't talk about the club members like that!"
After school in the afternoon, Kitahara Hakuba went to Class 3-C first.
Kanzaki Eri was still in class, holding a pen but not writing, just staring at her workbook, seemingly lost in thought or having a brainstorming session. She didn't see Saito Haruka and Isomoto Yuka.
Kitahara Hakuba walked into the classroom and came to her side, his tone gentler than usual, and whispered:
"Kanzaki-san, what are you doing?"
Eri Kanzaki looked up, her radiant skin glowing with a healthy sheen.
"White horse."
"At school, they call me Kitahara-sensei."
"Teacher Kitahara."
She was like a robotic girl who could modify her program in a timely manner, leaving Kitahara Hakuba somewhat amused and exasperated.
"Is the team ready?"
Kanzaki Eri shook her head. For some reason, her lips seemed even more alluring than before, and Kitahara Hakuba resisted the urge to take them.
"I am waiting for the moonlit night and the clear-eyed birds."
“Saito-san has already formed a team.” Kitahara Hakuba said, standing in front of her. “Nase-san wants to team up with you. Would you like to?”
When Eri Kanzaki unintentionally parted her lips, one could glimpse the pearly white gleam of her teeth.
"Why wasn't it her who came to find me?"
“She’s a bit timid,” Kitahara Hakuba said bluntly. “I’ll be with you this time too; I’m playing the saxophone.”
"I go."
She answered quickly, giving Kitahara Hakuba the feeling that she would try anything as long as he was by her side.
"As for the other candidates, I'd like to choose Mr. Shinomiya and Mr. Isomoto. Do you have any objections?"
As expected, upon hearing "Shinomiya-sensei," Kanzaki Eri looked somewhat downcast, but she still nodded and said...
"I can."
"Okay then, did you see Isogen-kun after school?"
Eri Kanzaki looked out the window at the honey-colored winter sunset, which seemed to have an unfathomable chill.
"The library, with the sunny birds."
“Okay.” Just as Kitahara Hakuba was about to leave, he suddenly heard a groan coming from deep in her throat.
He stopped and looked back. Kanzaki Eri was staring at him, with an expression that seemed to say something but hadn't quite made it.
"what happened?"
Eri Kanzaki blinked, a tiny smile playing on her lips, and said:
"Should I come over to help you tonight?"
Pleated skirt, white lace socks, loafers.
Kitahara Hakuba recalled that heavenly night, the white-stockinged feet pressed together, giving him the ultimate sensation of skin-to-skin contact.
I need to restrain myself.
"No, I'll get some rest."
After finishing his sentence, Kitahara Hakuba left the classroom and headed to the Shin-Asahi Library.
Chapter 392, Section 391: The Spider Web Challenging the Limits of the Little White Horse (Part 6 Combined)
Kitahara Hakuba entered the library. Sunlight slanted through the windows, drawing several quiet beams of light in the air.
"Teacher Kitahara."
He heard a girl's soft greeting beside him, and Hiraishi Meiko, the receptionist, was staring intently at him, wearing black-rimmed glasses.
Kitahara Hakuba leaned forward and said in the same weak voice:
“Hiraishi-mei-san, I’m here to see Saito-san and Iso-gen-san.”
“They,” Hiraishi Meiko said, her gaze sweeping across the library for a moment. “They’re inside. We should see them soon.”
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Meiko Hiraishi's gaze was fixed on his profile when she suddenly continued,
"Teacher Kitahara, is Yumeko doing well in the brass band?"
"kindness?"
Kitahara Hakuba turned around, only then remembering that her younger sister was Hiraishi Memeko, a new addition to the brass band, who also played the flute.
"good."
Hiraishi Meiko sighed and said, "What Kitahara-sensei said is fine, but that means it's not good. I'll teach her properly when I get home."
"???" Kitahara Hakuba raised an eyebrow.
So that's how everyone remembers him?
Seeing that she didn't speak again, Kitahara Hakuba walked straight inside and soon found Saito Haruka and Isomoto Yuka.
They sat side by side at the long table by the window, the edges of their open textbooks and notebooks bathed in a soft, warm gold.
Yuka Isomoto rested her elbows on the table, her neckerchief hanging down, outlining the contours of her chest.
Beneath her legs, which were pressed together, lay skin as white as sticky rice cake, with a slight tautness in the muscles on the outer thighs.
The feel of these exercised thighs is superb.
Kitahara Hakuba's gaze fell on Saito Haruka, and perhaps due to a man's innate inclination, his eyes immediately focused on her ample breasts.
With each breath she took, the cotton fabric of her uniform left fleeting creases on her full breasts, the trajectory of which was irresistible.
Her black calf stockings left faint marks on her calves.
"Try again and explain the three major policies of the Meiji Restoration."
Saito Harutori lightly touched the exercise book with a pencil, leaving faint ink shadows on the Chinese characters and phrases "enrich the country and strengthen the army," "promote industry and develop production," and "civilize and enlighten."
Yuka Isomoto blurted out, "This will definitely be on the exam. Where is the petition Itagaki Taisuke submitted requesting the establishment of an elected parliament?"
"Left courtyard."
The girl's hair brushed against the illustrations of the historical timeline, and the only sound in the room was the rustling of a pencil scratching across paper.
Kitahara Hakuba stepped forward; both of them were diligently acting as students at that moment.
Saito Haruka suddenly sensed a figure sitting opposite her, and from the corner of her eye, she could tell it was a boy.
She looked up impatiently, only to be met with the face that haunted her dreams every night.
Before Saito Haruka could speak, Isomoto Yuka beside her cried out excitedly, like a duck.
But she quickly realized that she was in the library, so she covered her mouth and bowed her head to apologize to the students around her who were staring at her.
Kitahara Hakuba rested his arms on the table and said with a smile:
"Have you two been taking tutoring classes lately?"
Saito Haruka raised her hand and adjusted her center-parted bangs, her breath forming fine, delicate threads from her throat, her voice seemingly clinging to Kitahara Hakuba:
"To be precise, it's tutoring Yuka. Where's Mr. Kitahara? Is something wrong?"
As she spoke, she leaned forward unconsciously, her breasts outlining a full curve on the table, making them particularly noticeable.
Every syllable of the girl's voice was coated in an excessive amount of syrup, but Kitahara Hakuba was already used to it.
"I'm here to see Iso Gen."
Kitahara Hakuba looked directly at Isomoto Yuka and said,
"Christmas is coming soon, are you really not thinking of participating in the brass band's activities?"
Yuka Isomoto quickly straightened her back, gripped the mechanical pencil in her hand, and said:
However, Saito Harutori placed her hand on her thigh, which was covered in stockings, and gently pinched it, saying:
"Yuka, Kitahara-sensei came to invite you personally, don't say things like that, okay?"
"It's alright, it depends on the individual's wishes. I just feel a little sorry." Kitahara Hakuba smiled.
Yuka Isomoto blushed. What was he regretting? Was it because he couldn't hear her bass horn?
Honestly, why is it so cruel? If I hadn't said "I feel a little regretful," I wouldn't have been so tempted at all.
"Time can always be found if you squeeze it in."
Saito Haruka tilted her head and smiled sweetly.
"Don't worry, I guarantee Yuka will pass her final exam."
"Ah, this..." Yuka Isomoto lowered her head in embarrassment, because she knew her own limitations all too well.
On one hand, she faces the predicament of possibly having to retake the final exams; on the other hand, she receives an invitation from her sweetheart.
Oh no! Damn it, my darn girlish heart!
"I'll go." Yuka Isomoto's face turned as red as a ripe Aomori apple in autumn. "But isn't it a bit difficult to form a team?"
"No, bass voices are in high demand," Saito Harutori reassured her.