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For Yuka Isomoto, receiving private instruction from Kitahara-sensei was already good enough; she wouldn't dare say something like, "It has to be today!"
Chapter 89, Section 88: Teacher Kitahara was stabbed with a murder weapon!
Salia, school is over in the afternoon.
Because it's cheap and affordable, many students choose Sally Adam as a place to eat and have parties, but very few people use it as a dating spot.
Either they don't value it, or they genuinely don't have the money.
"Mmm~~ So delicious, Mai, your noodles taste so good, they have a real noodle flavor!" Kuno Tachibana used his fork to roll up a ball of spaghetti and stuffed it directly into his mouth.
Mia Nagasawa stared at her, somewhat puzzled, and said:
"Don't you want to listen to what you're saying? Noodles are supposed to taste like noodles, right?"
“That’s something you don’t understand, Miya. In this era where seasonings are king, it’s such a rare thing for ingredients to have their own flavor!” Kuno Tachibana pouted.
Goto's favorite food is pasta. She looked curiously at the noodles on the plate and said:
"What does the noodle taste like?"
"do not know."
"Then why did you say it tastes like noodles?" Nagasawa Miyako got excited about Kuno Tachibana's words.
"All I know is that if you can slurp it down, it must be good noodles. I can't quite describe the taste, it's like love—"
Just as Kuno Tachibana was explaining with a serious expression, a kind-looking man brought over a plate of steak sauce rice.
"Thank you, Uncle!" Kuno Tachibana clasped his hands together.
"It's alright, they're all Zhenyi's friends. Come and sit down more often, I'll give you a discount." Kirishima's father said with a smile, and then quickly walked away.
Mai Kirishima, holding the orange juice in both hands, kindly reminded him:
"Lihua, can you eat this much?"
"Don't worry, I absolutely love steak rice bowls. If I had to choose what to eat for my last meal before going on stage for a competition, it would definitely be this!"
Looking at the rice bowl, which was at least a medium portion, Goto Yu took a sip of water and said:
"Lihua is amazing. I can't finish a plate of this size. I always have to ask Meiya to help me eat half of it."
Upon hearing this, Nagasawa Mia blushed slightly and said:
"You, what you're saying makes it sound like I have a huge appetite."
"Talk~" Kuno Tachibana winked at her and said with a smile, "No wonder your breasts and butt are bigger than Yu's, it turns out you ate all the nutrients."
Not to be outdone, Nagasawa Mia glared back and said, "I think you're the least qualified person to discuss body shape."
"Hmm!"
Feeling as if she had been struck by a violent blow, Kuno Tachibana could only silently eat her meal. She also hated her own constitution, which allowed her to eat a lot without gaining weight.
But after only a few seconds, she started talking, "I've noticed something strange about our brass band."
"What's so strange?" Nagasawa Miya asked, resting her chin on her hand.
"The brass band has so many girls and only a handful of boys, yet there's no harem or anything like that. Don't you find that strange?"
"Huh?" Nagasawa Miya laughed mockingly. "You've been reading too many of those frivolous novels, haven't you?"
I think this will never happen in my lifetime.
Kuno Tachibana did not refute this, cut off a piece of beef and put it in his mouth, chewing it carefully:
"The boys in the entire brass band are all pretty bad. Sigh, I thought I'd have a passionate, sweet romance in high school. Besides, I'm a simple girl who likes Salia and would be happy even if she gave me something from a department store. I'm so easy to please."
"It's because Kitahara-sensei is so dazzling that the other boys don't seem so attractive."
From a factual perspective, Kirishima May believes that the boys in the club are not that bad, but rather that Kitahara Shiramasa raised the average.
Goto Yu rested her chin on her small hand, looked up slightly, and the image of Kitahara Hakuma appeared in her mind.
"Hmm...: Kitahara-sensei is good-looking, has great fashion sense, plays many musical instruments, and speaks very gently. I like her a lot too."
Startled, Nagasawa Miyabi quickly brought her face closer, her heart skipping a beat as the girl's delicate and lovely face was pressed extremely close to hers.
"Yu? He's our teacher? You like him? Are you serious?"
"Yu said 'Like,' not 'Love,' right?" Kuno Tachibana finally showed a speechless expression.
Goto Yu shrank back slightly, looking into Nagasawa Mia's embarrassed eyes, and said:
"It's Like."
Hu Nagasawa Miya patted her chest, and in a moment when she looked up, she saw Kuno Tachibana's face, which looked like she had eaten a bitter melon.
An indescribable expression.
"What's wrong? Why are you making such a disgusting face?"
"Why are you stealing my lines?"
Kuno Tachibana pursed his lips, then smiled as if joking, and said...
"Besides, with Kitahara-sensei being so popular, it's not surprising that Yu is completely infatuated with him."
Goto Yu's face immediately turned bright red:
"I don't think I'll be infatuated... Besides, he's a teacher, and I'm just a student."
"Then you can just treat Kitahara-sensei as a senior instead of a teacher, right?" Kuno Tachibana said with a grin.
"What kind of nonsense are you teaching her?"
Nagasawa Miya glared at her, clearly displeased, and even raised her hand to chop her.
"What kind of bad character is this?"
"Haha, I was just kidding." Kuno Tachibana pretended to be startled and leaned back.
"It's not funny at all, encouraging everyone to fall in love with Kitahara-sensei or something."
Miyako Nagasawa warned sternly.
"Anyway, don't instill this kind of thinking in You; she's only fifteen."
"Alright, alright, I give up." Kuno Tachibana quickly changed the subject, saying, "By the way, do you two think you'll make it into the A-section this time?"
"Teacher Kitahara arranged quite a few people for the clarinet section, eight people in total. There are fourteen people in the section now, so we should be able to get in, because the other two first-year students are new and know nothing about it."
"Wow, that's pretty competitive." Kuno Tachibana blinked and gently swung his legs under the table. "Are you sure it's okay? I really want to go on stage with you guys."
Miya Nagasawa was a little frustrated. She could refute Tachibana Kuno in everything, but she couldn't refute her when it came to playing the wind.
Because she is truly a genius, Kitahara-sensei seems to like her a lot.
"no problem."
Goto Yu clenched his fist and pressed it against his chest, speaking with unwavering resolve.
"Miya and I are no longer the clueless newbies we were when we first joined the club. We've got the practice schedule that Kitahara-sensei required."
We did as instructed, and the audition went smoothly.
Wow! Awesome!
Kuno Tachibana clapped his hands in a show of support, then turned his gaze to Kirishima Mai.
"What about Mai? What do you think? There are only two spots for the oboe, right? One of them will undoubtedly go to Kanzaki-senpai."
Kirishima Mai's fingers gently tapped a solo melody on the cup, like pressing a key.
She didn't think about whether she could be selected, nor did she ever feel that she would feel bad if she was not selected.
If she is selected by Kitahara-sensei, she will do her best; if she is not selected, she will wish everyone the best of luck. That's all.
"I don't know, I'll just do my best," Kirishima Mai said calmly.
"It seems like I rarely see Mai seeking advice from Kitahara-sensei," Goto Yu asked curiously. "Mai, don't you have any questions about yourself?"
Kirishima Mai slightly raised her beautiful eyebrows, tilted her head, and pondered for a moment before saying:
"Well, after Kitahara-sensei taught me once, I felt I could manage on my own, and there weren't any major problems... :."
After hearing what she said, a hint of jealousy or envy flickered in Miyako Nagasawa's eyes:
"Is he a genius? You can learn something after just one lesson from Kitahara-sensei?"
"I wouldn't call myself a genius, but I feel... I didn't encounter any major difficulties. Maybe it's because I started from a low level, so the teaching was relatively simple."
Kirishima Mai's voice sounded no different from usual; to an outsider, it would sound like she was in Versailles.
However, after spending a few weeks with Kirishima, Nagasawa and his two companions discovered that this was just how the girl spoke; they guessed that even she herself didn't quite understand the "Versailles" dialect.
"By the way, isn't Hakodate's summer festival coming up soon?"
Kuno Tachibana cut off another piece of beef, held it in his mouth for a while before swallowing it.
"That's still a long way off. This year it starts in mid-July, after our final exams," said Kirishima Mai.
"As long as it doesn't conflict with summer training camp, anything is fine."
Kuno Tachibana's legs were opening and closing back and forth in a somewhat ungraceful posture, and her brown skirt was constantly being squeezed and released by her legs.
Just then, Goto Yu, who had finished his meal early, looked out the shop window and said:
"Um...is it Kitahara-sensei?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the three girls beside her instinctively turned their gazes toward her.
All I could see was Kitahara Hakuba standing in front of a vending machine, operating it a few times to take out a coffee can.
He stood on the street, his clothes not particularly flashy, but the way he opened the coffee can with one hand and tilted his head back to drink it made him look just like a street photography model, handsome and tall.
It wasn't just the four of them looking; many girls by the window in the store were saying to their friends, "There are beautiful things outside the window!"
"So handsome, should I ask for his contact information?"
It seems like they're waiting for someone.
"What drink is Mr. Kitahara drinking?"
While they weren't looking, Kuno Tachibana spat the beef she couldn't chew into the trash can.
He pretended nothing was wrong and looked out the window again.