I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Kitahara Hakuba: I have no money; most of it went to rent.

He simply put the phone in his pocket, knowing that as long as he made good use of the system, money would never be a problem.

He actually wanted to send money home to show his filial piety, but it would be difficult to explain the source of the money if he had a lot of money right at the beginning of his business.

If he doesn't explain it clearly, his family might think he's a teacher during the day but works a dangerous job at night.

Upon arriving at Shin-Asahi High School, Kitahara Hakuba headed straight for the music classroom in the club building.

When he passed the oboe and bassoon section, he found that three of the five members were already seated.

Hama Watanabe, Eri Kanzaki, and Mai Kirishima.

"To be honest, I really hate Nagase and Saito."

Just as Kitahara Hakuba was about to leave, Watanabe Hama's unexpected words made him stop again.

"Why?" Kirishima Mai looked at Watanabe Hama in surprise.

"Because these two have no self-awareness at all, they haven't taken on the responsibilities they should, and they treat the entire wind band club as their private garden."

Watanabe Hama looked at the sheet music that Kitahara Hakuba had specially revised for her on the music stand, and said expressionlessly,

“Especially Saito, who stirs up conflict within the club. Kitahara-sensei should just ask her to leave the club. It’s just an euphonium, we can make up for it no matter what.”

Sitting in the corner, Eri Kanzaki looked up, a strand of hair brushing against her cheek and landing on her cherry-colored lips.

She didn't even try to push it away; she simply gazed quietly at Watanabe Hama's beautiful profile.

For some reason, Kirishima Mai only said, "The video from yesterday's auditorium has been widely circulated," which drew a barrage of criticism from Watanabe Hama.

“Kansaki, instead of trying to get between the two of them, why don’t you get Saito to back out as well? That way you can be with Tsukiyo.” Watanabe Hama’s tone was very efficient.

Eri Kanzaki, wearing clean white indoor shoes, pulled her feet back, the soles of her shoes resting on the crossbar of the steel tube chair, her shoulders drooping naturally.

It was then that Kirishima Mai noticed a U-shaped white hair clip tied above her small ear; it was truly beautiful.

"Today, my oboe should be able to play in a duet," Eri Kanzaki said, something unrelated to the topic.

"I'm sorry, I need some more time," Kirishima Mai quickly said apologetically.

“You don’t need to play in the ensemble, so there’s nothing to apologize for,” Watanabe Hama bluntly reminded him.

Kirishima Mai was stunned for a moment. She had almost forgotten that she was not part of the A-class program; it was just that Kitahara-sensei had asked her to practice.

Of the nine sections in the wind section, only the oboe and bassoon section is of the highest quality.

Because both oboe and cycloid are much more difficult to play than other musical instruments, schools are usually lucky to have one oboe, but Shenxu High School has four.

Watanabe Hama glanced at Kanzaki Eri and said calmly:

"Kanzaki, have you been thinking about quitting the club lately? I've seen you hanging out at the entrance of the acting club quite often."

Kanzaki Eri avoided her gaze, her legs under her skirt shifting, her shoes scraping against the floor with a sound like a mournful cry.

Watanabe Hama said, as if offering a serious suggestion:

“I’ve noticed your mind is increasingly elsewhere in the brass band these past few days. Anyway, there are four oboists here, and Kirishima learns quickly; he should be able to take over your position—”

Just then, the classroom door was suddenly pulled open with a "click," interrupting her.

"Everyone arrived quite early."

Kitahara Hakuba walked in, gently pinching his throat, which gradually eased the almost frozen atmosphere in the classroom.

"Watanabe, are there any problems with the revised score?" he asked Watanabe Hama as he walked over.

Watanabe Hama's cool and aloof eyes swept over Kitahara Hakuba's face, and she couldn't help but straighten her back.

"Yes, the changes are very good. I just don't know what the ensemble performance will be like, and whether the sound can drown out the brass instruments."

"No, Mr. Shinomiya and I have both recorded ourselves playing it."

"They've all been played?" Watanabe Hama seemed not to have come to her senses.

He's played every instrument? He can play others too?

Kitahara Hakuba nodded, placed his hands on the back of the steel-framed chair behind her, and said softly:

"With the Sapporo music festival approaching, the focus should be on the atmosphere and unity within the club. It's better to discuss anything privately after it's over."

You can't say things that would cause the community to split.

Watanabe Hama's left eyebrow twitched. If it were before, she might have said something, but she was an absolute believer in the supremacy of strength. Kitahara Hakuba's performance yesterday was enough to inspire awe.

"Hmm," Watanabe Hama could only murmur softly.

Kitahara Hakuba naturally didn't want Kanzaki Eri to leave the club. Although she was quiet and rarely gave feedback, A's potential for growth was enough for him to ignore these things.

Chapter 45. The Sound of a Leisurely Afternoon Nap

After that, the remaining two second-year students arrived, and Kitahara Hakuba, with a tentative mindset, joined in a duet.

His fingers gripped the baton, moving it up and down lightly, and the four woodwind instruments resonated deeply within the classroom.

The only one who didn't participate in the ensemble was Kirishima Mai, who simply sat quietly to the side.

The small space was filled with the gorgeous and full tone of the woodwinds, and under Hama Watanabe's playing, her bassoon had a unique charm.

As the Restoration Talisman descended, a slight smile appeared on Kitahara Hakuma's lips, and his gentle eyes swept over the group:

"You are stronger than I imagined."

"No, it's because the teacher taught well," Watanabe Hama said, letting out a sigh of relief as her sleeves brushed against the fair skin of her thighs.

Just as Kitahara Hakuba was about to speak, his cell phone rang in his pocket.

"Sorry, I have to answer the phone."

He walked out of the classroom, and Shinomiya Haruka's voice came through the phone receiver.

"What's wrong? What's the matter?"

"No, I just wanted to let you know that I went there today."

"Should I come pick you up?"

"Pick me up? Kitahara, do you have a car?" I could vaguely hear her laughing.

Kitahara Hakuba gave a wry smile and nodded to the students who greeted him in the corridor.

"...Not yet."

"Then how are you going to pick me up?"

"Can't I take you on the mains bus?"

"I might as well just take a ride myself," she said with a smile. "By the way, how come you know how to play the trumpet? Did you practice secretly?"

"You're so well-informed."

"After all, I'm the instructor of the wind instrument club, so I must have some girls' contact information. You can tell just by looking at their WeChat Moments."

"Girls' social interactions are terrifying."

Kitahara Hakuba looked out the window. The cloudless sky looked like spilled blue paint, and the wind blowing in his face carried moist air.

"Want some beef for lunch? I'll bring some over."

"I feel bad for troubling you so much."

"Then you should repay me with your body. I really like your body."

Hearing her playful joke, Kitahara Hakuba crossed his arms and said, "I'd rather leave this body to work."

"You just want to give it to those girls, right?"

"you caught me."

Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but laugh, but when he looked up, his eyes met those of a girl who had just come up the stairs.

"I'll hang up now; it's not good to be grinning like an idiot in the hallway."

"OK Bye Bye."

After hanging up the phone, Kitahara Hakuba looked at the girl with the three-pronged whip in front of him and said:

"Good morning, Minister Yukawa."

"Good morning, teacher." Sakurako asked curiously, "Was that an oboe and bassoon duet just now?"

“Yes, they’re progressing faster than I expected.” Kitahara Hakuba sighed dramatically. “If the other voice parts could do the same, things would go much more smoothly.”

As Sakurako turned her head to look at the corridor, her braids swayed. Kitahara Hakuma suddenly remembered a short video he had watched one day: a real man pulls the reins and mounts his horse.

"There were more staff members here this morning than usual," she said.

Kitahara Hakuba nodded; indeed, more people came today than usual.

A little while later, several more third-year female students came up, one of whom was Yu Shoukan from yesterday.

Her cheeks flushed when she saw Kitahara Hakuba, but she still stood at attention in front of him and said:

"Teacher, I will try my best!"

Kitahara Hakuba was somewhat taken aback, but still managed a forced smile and said:

"Well, come on."

So...so..."

At nearly 1.7 meters tall, Amemori Kan was considerably taller than the department head, Yukawa, beside her, but her demeanor was full of girlish shyness.

"Please keep your eyes on me until I grow into the best trumpet in your heart!"

After she finished speaking, she blushed and ran away, leaving her companions dumbfounded as they followed.

"Eh?"

Sakurako Yukawa was stunned, and her face turned red.

As a teenage girl herself, she naturally understood the thoughts of other girls and guessed before coming to school that everyone might be more diligent than usual today.

But I never expected that someone would dare to say such a shameful thing.

Kitahara Hakuba watched as the girl's skirt billowed with her healthy legs, and only one thought crossed his mind:

So cute.