I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Upon entering another empty classroom, the sound of a euphonium drifted from within. Nagase Tsukiyo stood at the door and gently knocked.

"Harutori, Kitahara-sensei mentioned you."

Saito Harukori raised her eyebrows, stood up while holding the silver euphonium, and said:

"You only have twenty-odd minutes, is that enough time? Or should I give you a little more time?"

Nagase Tsukiyo didn't quite understand what she meant, nor did she want to, so she casually brushed it off:

"The guidance time is limited, how can it be dragged on longer? I don't want to waste Kitahara-sensei's time either."

"is it?"

Saito Haruka raised her right hand to brush aside her brown bangs. Her movements were natural and charming, and combined with her incomparably voluptuous figure, every frame was full of captivating beauty.

In particular, her breasts were full and firm, stretching the front of her uniform slightly, and the fabric formed extremely fine folds on her chest, completely unable to contain her youthful fullness.

As a child, she never felt that she was any different from herself, but as she grew older, Nagase Tsukiyo felt her difference more and more.

Saito Haruki stepped forward, the sheet music tucked under her arm, her voice not as fast as usual.

"If Yueye wants to spend more time with him, I won't say anything."

Nagase Tsukiyo's brow furrowed slightly, and her hand gripping the instrument case unconsciously tightened.

"Harutori, do you really think things are better this way? You should know that none of this is possible, and Kitahara-sensei has already..."

"What are you saying, Moonlit Night?"

However, Saito Harutori suddenly laughed, ruffling the ends of her hair with her fingertips, and said...

"You clearly don't want to tell Kitahara-sensei the truth, and you seem to enjoy Kitahara-sensei's gaze, so why pretend you don't care?"

"Ugh—" Nagase Tsukiyo's breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly.

Harutori Saito's blunt revelation of her inner thoughts made her feel truly embarrassed.

Shame and self-loathing made her delicate body contort. She suddenly wanted to run outside and rush into Hakodate Bay as fast as she could.

But Nagase Tsukiyo realized that she could still put on a calm expression when facing Kitahara-sensei in real life, which meant that her skin had become much thicker because of him.

She doesn't really dislike this feeling.

Only now has Nagase Tsukiyo finally realized that something was wrong with him.

"To still be here telling Qingniao that things are not good as they are now" is incredibly stupid.

Looking at her complicated expression, Saito Harutori hugged the euphonium and said with a smile:

"Ultimately, many things cannot be measured solely by right or wrong. If you really want something no matter what, then what you are doing now is also a choice."

Nagase Tsukiyo gently bit her lower lip; these words didn't sound like something Haruno would say in her mind.

How long did she think about this all by herself before she could say something like that?

"but

"

Saito Haruka continued speaking.

"Tsukiyo, you need to be more proactive. Although I don't know what happened between Kitahara-sensei and Eri, I always feel that he cares more about Eri. What exactly happened between them?"

Her ability to observe this truly surprised Nagasuke Tsukiyo.

"Well, Eri is fine too, as long as it's you guys," Saito Harutori said with a smile. "Is he in the audiovisual classroom?"

Um. "

"Then, after Eri finishes, shall we invite Yuka to have dinner together?"

The four of them went out to eat.

Nagase Tsukiyo wanted to agree, and the words were even stuck in her throat, but then the image of Kitahara Hakuba appeared in her mind, and she swallowed them back down.

"No, I have some things to do tonight."

Saito Harutori pondered for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Then next time."

After saying that, she walked out of the classroom.

Nagase Tsukiyo stood there, unable to calm down for a long time.

Chapter 299, Section 298: Aren't you enjoying it too? >>

In the end, she still didn't mention that Kitahara-sensei would be coming to her house tonight as a private tutor.

There was really no need to say this, but Nagase Tsukiyo felt that it was, in a sense, too foolish to feel uneasy about such "unnecessary" things.

"Your pitch and sight-singing are quite good," Kitahara Hakuba said approvingly.

Saito Haruka sat in a chair, sunlight streaming in through the window and illuminating her uniform. The folds of her bodice appeared more three-dimensional and beautiful in the interplay of light and shadow.

"As long as you like it."

Kitahara Hakuba looked at her and corrected her:

"It's not that I like it, it's that anyone with a bit of musical knowledge would like it."

No matter how you look at it, Saito Haruka's appearance and figure are outstanding among her peers, even surpassing them.

The latter, in particular, was so dominant that he could easily overwhelm the entire school. Kitahara Hakuba even suspected that he could "overwhelm Hokkaido".

I'm missing Haruka a bit. I'll buy her a gift when I get back from the Nagase house tonight.

“What should we do now?” Saito Harutori asked.

"It's alright now. Hurry up and call Eri over for me."

Unlike Nagase Tsukiyo, Saito Harutori did not obediently get up, but continued to ask:

"What about Yueye? How did she perform? Will she pass?"

"I think none of the three of you need to worry too much."

Kitahara Hakuba looked at her, and from this angle, he could see her long legs, encased in black stockings, under the table.

Speaking of which, Saito Haruka seems to have worn black pantyhose, over-the-knee socks, and calf socks before, in both black and white. She was the girl with the most different types of socks he had ever seen.

Unlike Nagase and Eri, she doesn't always wear white ankle socks.

It seemed as if he had noticed his subtle gaze, but he might not have been looking here; he might have been looking elsewhere.

But Saito Harukori wouldn't let any opportunity slip by.

She peered at Kitahara Hakuba's expression, hoping to catch a glimpse of expectation on his face.

But things didn't turn out as she expected.

-

Here she comes again.

Kitahara Hakuba realized this, raised his hand to his forehead, and exhaled a breath of hot air, saying:

"Don't do this, go and call Eri right now."

Physically speaking, no woman could resist Saito Haruka's looks and figure; Kitahara Hakuba only managed to resist thanks to the extra rationality that came with his profession.

"What do you mean by this?" Saito Haruka brought her legs, which had been slightly apart, together tightly.

She probably wanted Kitahara Hakuba to tell her what he was doing, but he didn't fall for it.

Saito Haruka has never forgotten what she overheard at the door.

That other side of him that he would never show to outsiders.

Kitahara Hakuba, his breathing slightly hot, tapped his fingers heavily on the table, making a "clack-clack" sound, trying to keep himself alert as he spoke in an undeniable tone:

"I don't have much time to play this with you here, hurry up."

Realizing he might be genuinely angry, Saito Harutori had no choice but to back down, standing up with her euphonium in her arms and saying:

"After you finish teaching Eri, do you have anything to do?"

"how?"

You have something to do too?

Saito Harutori flashed a quintessential feminine smile, rubbing her hair with her fingers as she said:

"I made some duck soup with goji berries at home. Would you like to come over for a meal? You've helped me so much, I really want to thank you."

"I don't have time today," Kitahara Hakuba replied directly.

This is not an excuse; he genuinely doesn't have time.

Moreover, according to what she said before, she probably lives alone, which is too dangerous.

Although Kitahara Hakuba felt that Saito Harukori didn't have the guts, it was still necessary to be on guard.

After all, she was the one who could say, "What Shinomiya can do, I can do too; what Shinomiya can't do, I can do as well; and even if I can't do it..."

A ruthless person who will also "learn".

“Hmm,” Saito Harutori had anticipated this situation, and lowered her eyes slightly as she asked, “Who are you meeting?”

"Shinomiya-sensei?"

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From Saito Haruka's words, Kitahara Hakuba knew that Nagase Tsukiyo had not revealed a single detail about tonight to her.

As for why, he didn't want to think about it too deeply.

"Remember to add the goji berries in the last ten minutes," Kitahara Hakuba casually added, reminding him once again, "Please call Eri over."

Seeing that he didn't want to discuss this matter with her, Saito Haruka let out a groan that sounded almost like a wail, and walked out of the audiovisual classroom with her euphonium in her arms.

A little while later, Eri Kanzaki came in.

She closed the door behind her, sat down in the chair without saying a word, and obediently placed the sheet music on the music stand.