I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"If you continue as Yueye suggested, you might not care now at seventeen, but when you grow up and reach the age for love and marriage, you'll still be thinking about another man. Is that your most basic form of respect? Stop fooling yourself."

"How could such a thing be possible?"

As Saito Haruka spoke, she placed her hand on the windowsill, exhaled softly, and gazed at the students coming and going in the courtyard.

"Boomerangs are really powerful. I can say with certainty that you would be happier if you didn't have to experience that."

Nagase Tsukiyo was speechless. She had known for a long time that Harutori was very eloquent, which was why everyone liked to associate with her.

At the same time, she found that she no longer had the energy to think about Yuka.

Nagase Tsukiyo's eyes were lowered, her eyelashes casting a shadow over them, like a bottomless lake filled with unspeakable secrets.

Saito Harutori pinched a strand of hair that fell from her ear down to her chest with her fingers and whispered:

"Although I have my own selfish reasons, I have always cared about you all. Whether it's Tsukiyo or Eri, if it weren't for Kitahara-sensei, if the misunderstanding between us hadn't been spoken out, I would still care about you very much."

Nagase Tsukiyo's brow furrowed, unable to relax.

"I heard from the brass band that Kitahara-sensei will be going to Kagoshima with them this time. Only the three of us are going together for the professional exam."

This was the first time Nagase Tsukiyo had heard of this, because she was focused on preparing for her professional exams and had no time to worry about the school trip for first and second year students.

It's strange that she still thought Kitahara-sensei would go with them. She's really too narcissistic.

"And I heard that the new wind instrument piece that the brass band is learning this time is a score composed by Mr. Kitahara."

"Kitahara-sensei's sheet music?" Nagase Tsukiyo finally spoke, staring in disbelief. "What sheet music?"

She could even hear the "little moonlit nights" in her mind, who admired his talent, constantly exclaiming in amazement.

"It's called 'The Fruits of Autumn Harvest,' and it has three movements. They say it's a wind instrument in the style of Cranette, but I think it's probably an etude for the wind instrument section," Saito Harutori said.

What an ordinary name, Nagase Tsukiyo thought, but it also fits Kitahara-sensei's style; he's not one to care about extravagance.

Do you have the sheet music?

Because of her sensitivity in this regard, Nagase Tsukiyo was still very keen to see it.

“No, Mr. Kitahara only printed copies for the brass band, so there probably aren’t any left. But you can ask another junior to print a copy,” Saito Harutori said.

Nagase Tsukiyo nodded.

To be honest, she felt that her interpersonal relationships in the brass band were not good. Unlike Saito Haruka, who was surrounded by admirers, everyone had a strange sense of alienation towards her.

If she wanted to find someone to help print the sheet music, Nagase Tsukiyo couldn't think of a suitable person for the time being.

Oh, right, Kuno-senpai, she'll probably agree.

Ever since competing with her for the trumpet solo, Nagase Tsukiyo felt that she had a good relationship with Kuno Tachibana and that this junior was not a bad girl. Otherwise, given Kitahara-sensei's standards, she would not have favored her.

Saito Haruka took a deep breath, and her beautifully shaped breasts swelled up again beneath her uniform, causing wrinkles to appear in the fabric.

"Back to the point, what have you thought? Do you want to be with me and Yuuka? I trust Tsukiyo a lot, so I'm willing to talk to her about it beforehand."

I was already preparing for the next operation after he returned from his school trip; if the moon didn't come, I might miss it.

Her words brought Nagase Tsukiyo back to her senses.

What does it mean to prepare for the next action? Is it the same action as the kotatsu?

Last time it was feet, what are you planning to do this time?

Various questions arose in Nagase Tsukiyo's mind, but the more she thought about it, the more tangled and ambiguous thoughts overwhelmed her.

In other words, Saito Haruka was inviting her, Yuka, and the other two to do something that would make Kitahara Hakuba feel comfortable. "If it's Tsukiyo, you'll definitely do a great job, because you can only do better if you like it."

Saito Haruki's words reached his ears again, sounding more like a seductive encouragement.

Nagase Tsukiyo raised her slender arm to cover her slightly flushed face, and glared back at him in return:

"You do this yourself! I'm definitely not going to do such a boring thing with you!"

Her gaze held a defiant stubbornness, as if she wanted to prove her uniqueness and refined elegance. (6 Demons Reading Books - No Errors)

Saito Harutori wasn't angry; she just smiled and said:

"It's alright, there's still plenty of time. Yueye, you should think about it some more."

Just as she turned to leave Class A, Nagase Tsukiyo remembered something, took a few quick steps forward, and reached out to grab her hem.

"Have you talked to Huili about these things?"

Saito Harutori narrowed her eyes slightly and said in a low voice:

"I don't know much about Huili."

"What do you mean by this?"

"Because I've never been able to figure out what Hui Li is thinking, and..."

Saito Harutori paused for a moment and then said,

"In this respect, she has never seemed to take us seriously. Well, 'not taking us seriously' isn't meant in a derogatory way, it's just the literal meaning."

Nagase Tsukiyo paused for a moment, then, unable to contain his anger, glared at her and demanded:

"Do you think I'm that easy to fool?"

"Isn't it?"

Saito Haruka raised her chin, looking down at her condescendingly as she spoke.

"Because you're too obvious, Tsukiyo, all your emotions are written on your face. You don't actually think you're hiding it well, do you? You're still too green compared to Eri."

"you--!"

"This is a classroom, so don't throw such pointless tantrums."

Nagase Tsukiyo looked around and saw that some students who had come early to do their homework had been disturbed by the two of them, and they all cast unhappy glances at her.

These well-behaved students didn't care what Nagase and Saito were talking about; they were just complaining that it was disturbing their studies.

"sorry."

Nagase Tsukiyo quickly clasped her hands in front of her and bowed to the students who were looking at her, apologizing sincerely.

Chapter 348, Section 347: Do you really think I'm easy to fool? (4) >>

While she was bowing and apologizing, Saito Harutori left the classroom.

As I passed by the staff office, I saw Kitahara Hakuma wearing headphones, his fingers tapping lightly on the table in rhythm.

After school in the afternoon, the sky was a tangerine color, and even the interplanetary clouds were the same color.

Kitahara Hakuba headed to the brass band floor of the club building.

The banners proclaiming China's gold medal victory still hanging on the wall were causing impatience among the affected departments, such as the art, crafts, and chemistry departments, because they were obstructing the lighting in their classrooms.

It seems we need to talk to the ferry manager and have this banner removed. Other clubs won't think it's the school's arrangement; they'll just think the wind band members are too pretentious, having been there for so long.

Upon arriving at the wind instrument section, I was greeted by a jumble of different musical instruments.

It's not that their technique is bad or that their playing sounds terrible; it's just that this is how it is during private practice.

The sound of an oboe reached my ears.

The melody emanating from the woodwind is like a breeze blowing across the sea at night; it is peaceful and warm, with a calm breath and excellent timbre.

The girls' images were already etched into Kitahara Hakuba's mind; this was Kirishima Mai.

He walked around the corridor a few times and found that almost all the members were practicing everyday songs, while he had not started practicing his own compositions.

Standing at the entrance of the oboe section, where there were only two people, Kana Eto immediately stood up upon seeing it:

"Teacher Kitahara."

"Come out for a moment, Kirishima-kun, continue practicing."

"it is good."

Kana Eto placed the oboe on the chair and, with Mai Kirishima watching her go, followed Hakuba Kitahara to the first music classroom.

"Close the door."

"Oh oh oh."

Kana Eto carefully closed the door.

The first music classroom is very spacious, and the air you breathe in is cool.

Kitahara Hakuba sat in a chair watching her pull open the door. The girl's legs, visible from under her skirt, were clad in beige pantyhose, the outline of each toe gently traced.

"What's wrong, Kitahara-sensei?" Kana Eto asked, standing awkwardly in front of him.

For some reason, I always feel a little itchy on the soles of my feet, but I can't just scratch it in front of Mr. Kitahara.

To suppress the itchy sensation, she repeatedly curled her toes and gripped the ground to alleviate the discomfort.

Kitahara Hakuba asked curiously:

"It seems like not many people are practicing the pieces I assigned? Is there a problem?"

His words sounded very humble.

Kana Eto hurriedly raised her hands and waved, her voice rising higher and higher:

"No! How could that be! Kitahara-sensei's sheet music is never wrong! In fact, it's excellent! Superb!"

Seeing that her reaction was a bit excessive, Kitahara Hakuba smiled and said:

"Don't be nervous, I'm just stating the facts. This is my first piece of music. Please feel free to offer any suggestions."

"The main problem is that many people's sheet music has been borrowed by the senior students, and they probably won't be returned until tomorrow morning," said Kana Eto, scratching her head somewhat embarrassedly.

"Borrowed?" Kitahara Hakuba asked in surprise. "Who?"

"They're the female students I met three years ago."

Kana Eto, with her hands hanging at her sides, spoke with great unease and restraint.

"Ah, of course it wasn't reckless. It's because Kitahara-sensei only gave them to the brass band, but the upperclassmen who dropped out didn't get any, so we couldn't refuse."

Kitahara Hakuba couldn't understand: "Why don't you just take out one copy and then print more?"

"Because it was all done privately, I only found out when I arrived that everyone had already been borrowed."

Kana Eto bit her lower lip, tilting her chin with some worry, afraid of being scolded. "Even Kirishima's was borrowed by Watanabe-senpai."