I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"There is another task for this trip to the Reform Museum: each student must write a reflection on what they have learned from the visit."

As soon as Bei finished speaking, he was met with criticism from all the students.

"error!!!!"

"Why should I write this? I've never heard of it before!"

"Why do I have to write a review for every place I go?"

"Mr. Nakata, do all other classes have to write this, or is it only our class that needs to write it?"

Kuno Tachibana took the initiative to speak up; no matter when or where, she was always the first to point out what everyone was concerned about.

Since he wasn't in Class A and had taken up a seat, Kitahara Hakuba decided to remain silent and be a quiet observer.

“Don’t worry about whether other classes have written this or not; writing it will benefit all of you,” Mr. Nakata said.

"Doesn't that mean we're the only ones who have to write it?"

Wow, they even do this when they're out having fun.

"What happened to the promise of reducing academic burden?"

"I'm sick!"

The students began to complain, but under Mr. Nakata's stern gaze, they dared not say much and were instead given an extra assignment that no other class had.

Mr. Nakata sat back down in his seat, looking somewhat unhappy.

"Teacher Kitahara, why is it that when you assign so many tasks to the students, they don't ask for them to do anything, but when I only assign one, they start crying and complaining?"

"Heh heh, in Nakata-sensei's eyes, do I assign a lot of tasks to my students?" Kitahara Hakuba said with a wry smile.

"Otherwise what? Don't the students in the brass band all go home very late?"

Mr. Nakata said, unconvinced,

"If I have inspiration, I can finish this assignment in just ten minutes. Back when I went on a school trip, the teacher had a word count requirement of over a thousand."

"When they grow up, they will understand your good intentions."

Kitahara Hakubado smiled knowingly, because Nakata-sensei was older and had more years of teaching experience than him, and certainly didn't want to be lectured by a junior in his twenties.

Just go along with what he says.

I did put a lot of pressure on the brass band, but I never suddenly asked them to play a few songs while they were playing.

Playing means playing freely, and practicing means practicing to the point of exhaustion.

Chapter 364, Section 363: Rushing Towards His Heart (Part 6 of 6)

From the outside, the Reform Hall appears quite small, with only two floors, one above ground and one below.

After Shenxu's bus stops at a nearby parking lot, you need to walk to get there.

"Strange, there aren't many people on the street." Kurosawa Maki had somehow gotten close again, sticking tightly to Kuno Tachibana.

Apart from the students of Shenxu High School, there were very few pedestrians on the street.

People usually travel to Kagoshima during spring, summer, or winter. Now it's the end of autumn, so all you can do is admire the autumn leaves.

In spring, the cherry blossoms bloom at Tsurumaru Castle and Yoshino Park, making them great spots for cherry blossom viewing. However, cherry blossoms are not uncommon throughout the country.

In summer, the beaches and fireworks displays of Sakurajima are the most attractive attractions.

Winter is the perfect time to soak in hot springs, and Kagoshima's black Wagyu beef and Satsuma cuisine are also essential delicacies.

However, I still hope to visit Kitahara Hakuba in the autumn when the temperature is pleasant and the attractions are less crowded.

For office workers, going on a trip during a workday might be an extremely wonderful thing.

"Why don't you go back to your own class?" Kuno Tachibana asked bluntly.

"It's okay, we're all heading in the same direction anyway."

Kurosawa Maki looked at Kitahara Hakuba walking ahead of her and said...

"And I feel safe with Kitahara-sensei~~~"

Kuno Tachibana felt a chill run down his spine and sighed, saying, "Could you please not speak like Saito-senpai? It's making me uncomfortable."

"Strange, why can't I be as natural as Saito-senpai?" Kurosawa Maki frowned in distress. She thought Saito Haruka's voice was very beautiful, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't learn even a little bit of it.

"First, you need to have her size of breasts; second, you need to be her height; third, you need to have her middle-part hairstyle; and fourth, you need to have big breasts."

Kurosawa Maki's facial muscles twitched:

"Wait, aren't the first and last points repeated?"

“Yes, I’m reminding you not to overestimate your abilities,” Kuno Tachibana said.

"I have small breasts too," Kurosawa Maki muttered softly.

"What did you say?"

"Wow, this venue is so small! With so many of us, won't we be crammed to death?"

In front of the Weixin Hall, students took group photos again. This time, the steps made arranging themselves much easier.

To avoid repeating the same mistake at the airport, Kitahara Hakuba took the initiative to photograph each class and had the homeroom teachers accompany the students.

"Teacher Kitahara, I didn't know you were such a good photographer!" A female teacher in her thirties, who had been teaching for two years, smiled as she looked at the photos.

"good."

Kitahara Hakuba knew she was just flattering him, because he had never studied how to take photos and hadn't paid any attention to the sense of depth and dimension.

Just take the picture.

After taking the group photo, everyone entered the venue one by one, under the arrangement of the staff and teachers in the venue, with the first class entering first and the second class entering five minutes later.

Kitahara Hakuba followed Eto Kana's class inside first, and the two exchanged a glance at each other at the entrance.

Kana Eto averted her gaze as if fleeing, which made Kitahara Hakuba feel that she was not cute at all, but rather that he was very improper.

Entering the Ishinkan Museum, you'll find yourself in a museum that offers insights into Kagoshima's history. Upon entering, you'll see portraits of six prominent figures, including Saigo Takamori and Okubo Toshimichi.

Unfortunately, the students of Shenxu didn't seem very interested; only a few were taking pictures, and they were looking around boredly.

"Wow! What a spacious venue!" Takahashi Kami exclaimed. High emotional intelligence means spaciousness; low emotional intelligence means low visitor traffic.

"Everyone should know what the Meiji Restoration is, right?" A female teacher began to explain.

"do not know."

"Those who say they don't know, go back and report to your history teacher."

Kitahara Hakuba followed the main group, during which the female teacher kept asking him questions, such as, "If you were Saigo Takamori, would you choose to support the Meiji government or return to Kagoshima?"

"How important do you think Okubo's reforms were to the modernization of the country?"

"What role did the Satsuma Domain play in the overthrow of the Tokugawa shogunate, as one of the southwestern domains?"

Strangely, most of the students who answered the teacher's questions were boys who shouted, while many girls gathered in front of the wax figures and the restored room from the Myeongseong period.

"Can I touch it?"

"I shouldn't touch it, right?"

"Wrong, wrong, wrong!"

"This kimono is so beautiful!"

"Beautiful? Don't you think it looks terrifying? Like the clothes women wear in horror movies."

"Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong!!!"

Kana Eto kept getting glances at her; she was shy and didn't know how to communicate with Kitahara-sensei.

No, Kana, I still have a long time to spend with Kitahara-sensei. If I continue like this, I'll only hurt myself!

"You seem distracted." A voice came from beside me, but it wasn't Takahashi Kami, but Mizuno Kase.

She was holding her phone, taking pictures non-stop.

An ordinary person might assume she was photographing the decorations inside the Ishinkan Museum, but a quick glance from Kana Eto revealed that she was actually photographing Kitahara-sensei.

"Mizuno-kun, what are you doing?" Kana Eto asked in surprise.

"Photograph."

"I know you're taking pictures, but what are you taking pictures of?"

“Kitahara-sensei,” Mizuno Kase said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Kana Eto felt a chill run down her spine and said, "Isn't this a bit inappropriate? Taking pictures secretly like this..."

"As long as no one finds out, it's fine."

Mizuno Kaze suddenly chuckled, pressing her finger against the screen to zoom in. Kitahara Hakuba's handsome profile made Eto Kana blush instantly.

He was carefully examining the clothing from the Meiji period, and his pensive expression was incredibly handsome.

Kaze Mizuno continued:

"It's a pity that Senior Amemori couldn't come. I thought I had to take pictures of these no matter what, and then develop them, frame them, and give them to Senior Amemori when I got back."

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Kana Eto was speechless. Actually, she was quite afraid of Yu Shou, or rather, many girls were afraid of him, and all the boys were afraid of him.

"Senior Amemori has made many quiet contributions to the brass band, but it seems like Mr. Kitahara has never cared about her. It's so infuriating!" Mizuno Kaze pouted slightly, looking indignant.

The girl's hand moved several times faster than usual when pressing the shutter button, as if she wanted to kill Kitahara Hakuba in the brief moment of pause when the photo was taken.

"That's not true at all."

Kana Eto suddenly felt a pang of sadness, but she didn't know where this sadness came from.

"Teacher Kitahara cares a lot about the club members, and didn't she give Senior Amemori a pen? She seems to always carry it with her."

"They were dealt with with just a pen? That's too easy."

Mizuno Kaze's thumb got tired of pressing, so she put her phone back in her skirt pocket and said...