I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Kitahara Hakuba raised his hand, pinched the white tube with his fingertips, and unconsciously rotated it to adjust its position before taking another puff.

"If thinking about it can help you pass the exam, I would be happy to do it."

Chapter 361. Adolescence, a Time of Heavy Thoughts (6 chapters combined) >>

How despicable, he thought.

Unlike Kitahara Hakuba's feelings of shame, Kanzaki Eri seemed quite pleased, a hint of ambiguity gradually creeping into her clear eyes.

The girl's beautiful and pure feelings swept towards Kitahara Hakuba.

"Bye-bye." Eri Kanzaki raised her hand and waved, as if she had only come over to say these words, to say that she would think of her.

“Yes.” Kitahara Hakuba nodded.

Watching her departing figure, her shapely buttocks concealed by her pleated skirt, Kitahara Hakuba's feelings grew increasingly complicated.

To calm himself down, he turned and went upstairs.

In the corridor, the members of the wind instrument club were tidying up the items in the instrument management room.

Kana Eto held a registration form in her hand. Apart from not having a three-strand braid hairstyle, she really did look like Sakura Yukawa at first glance.

All the windows in the corridor were open, the air was fresh, and breathing it in didn't sting; it was just right for my warm body.

"Be extra careful with the timpani and marimba!"

Every time musical instruments were transported, these two instruments were repeatedly mentioned by the officials.

Kitahara Hakuba stepped aside to make way for the members carrying the marimba.

"One, two, three, one, one! Lift!"

Tenkai So shouted slogans and, together with the few remaining boys, carried the heavy timpani.

They were all tense and dared not make a mistake. If something unexpected happened, the huge pot could crush a person to death.

The timpani's gong was made of bronze, and Kitahara Hakuba, who made way, had his face reflected in it.

"Teacher Kitahara,"

Kana Eto threw the registration form in her hand directly onto Kami Takahashi's chest and strode forward.

Kitahara Hakuba nodded and said, "Are the seats on the bus arranged?"

"kindness."

Kana Eto nodded, lifting the handle and brushing aside the bangs that were obscuring her vision.

"Minister Chuan used to arrange seats by academic year, but I've always felt that allocating buses by academic year doesn't make much sense."

Furthermore, there were more third-year students initially, which meant those who were assigned seats had to sit with younger students. Although no one said anything, I always felt that the older students might feel ostracized or something, so they were assigned seats by department. Was that okay?

She seemed to want Kitahara Hakuba's opinion.

“That’s good.” Kitahara Hakuba gave positive feedback. “Actually, I also think that it doesn’t make much sense to have people take the bus according to their grade level.”

"Phew—" Kana Eto let out a sigh of relief.

"Minister Eto."

"Huh?" Her eyes widened immediately.

Kitahara Hakuba smiled and said, "Your hair seems to have grown longer."

"Hmm: Well, ah." Kana Eto hesitated for a moment, then raised her small hand and tugged at a strand of hair by her ear, saying, "It's...it's gotten a little long. By the way, everyone in the brass band will go to Kagoshima according to their respective plans, and we'll meet again for the ensemble performance on the third day."

Kana Eto quickly asked, "Um, shouldn't we practice in Kagoshima?"

Kitahara Hakuba smiled, making the girl's hands feel like they were on fire.

“No need, it’s just right for everyone. Alright, now that you’re here, I don’t need to worry anymore.” After saying that, Kitahara Hakuba turned and went downstairs.

“What do you mean by just right?:” Kana Eto gripped her sweaty hand tightly.

At that moment, Takahashi Kami, holding a registration form, came over with a grin:

"Kana, what did Kitahara-sensei say to you?"

"What did he say?" Kana Eto tilted her head and said, "He said my hair has grown longer."

"Oh, it really does seem to have gotten longer." Takahashi Kami raised her hand and brushed her hair aside. "Why are you suddenly bringing this up?"

"I am not sure."

Although Kana Eto said it, she had already given her answer in her heart.

Ms. Kitahara was reminding herself that she had grown up.

Just like her hair, it's grown!

“I understand,” Kami Takahashi suddenly said.

"What do you know?" Kana Eto glared at her.

Feeling guilty, Takahashi Kami glanced around, then whispered in her ear:

"Teacher Kitahara is implying that he wants to know more about you, not just whether your hair has grown, but also to see you with his own eyes."

"

Kana Eto's face flushed instantly, and she quickly pushed her away forcefully.

"what are you talking about!"

"Maybe!" Takahashi Kami grinned from ear to ear, like a kindergarten child.

"What do you mean 'maybe'! You're just making wild guesses on your own!"

"If he really wants to see it, will you let him?"

"Of course I can't give it to her!" Kana Eto instinctively covered her skirt with her hand. "How could I possibly let her see it!"

Kami Takahashi snorted softly, stroking her chin like an old man, and said meaningfully:

"Is Chanel ugly?"

Kana Eto's face turned bright red, not just from anger but also from embarrassment. She clenched her small fist and punched her directly on the shoulder, saying:

"It's not ugly at all!"

"If that's the case, what if he begs you? Would you let him see it?" Takahashi Kami's lips were both turned up in a grin.

"Begging me?"

Kana Eto gripped her skirt with both hands, her heart suddenly beginning to waver.

Strangely, I'm not so resistant to it when it's Kitahara-sensei.

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But this momentary hesitation made Kana Eto realize something was wrong, and she quickly looked up at Kami Takahashi.

Instead of laughing heartily, the usually carefree woman showed a very surprised expression, and she could hardly hold the registration form in her hand.

"Shana, I was just joking. You...you wouldn't really want to give it to me, would you?"

"No, no, no! Annoying, annoying, annoying, annoying, annoying, annoying, annoying—! Are you an idiot? Are you an idiot? Are you an idiot? I'm calling you an idiot—!"

"Wow, your lung capacity is amazing! Is this what someone who plays the oboe should have? Please hand it over to Kurosawa-senpai!"

Kami Takahashi burst out laughing again.

The department members watching the minister, whose face was flushed, and the vice minister, who was laughing heartily, gradually began to get used to it.

"She's already a sixteen-year-old girl, and she's still so childish."

Kuno Tachibana, carrying her trumpet case, looked away from the two women.

“I think you were incredibly naive when you first joined the club,” Nagasawa Miya said.

"Back then, I deliberately acted childish, specifically for those senior students who were three years older."

Kuno Tachibana gave a soft hum.

"But Eto-senpai and Takahashi-senpai seem so childish. Sigh, how did our brass band end up like this?"

"Did you bring the short skirt that everyone bought for you when we went shopping together last time?" Nagasawa Miya's eyes darted around alertly.

Kuno Tachibana's lips twitched slightly, and a blush rose to her pale face.

The short skirt was even shorter than the uniform skirt she was wearing. If the uniform she was wearing could cover her buttocks when she squatted down, then that one would expose half of her buttocks when she squatted down.

"How could I possibly bring it?"

“How can you look good if you don’t wear clothes?” Nagasawa Mia said.

A wave of heat continued to rise to her face, and Kuno Tachibana said somewhat defiantly:

“Even without wearing revealing dresses, I, Kuno Tachibana, can still have a future.”

"Wow, so confident." Nagasawa Miya's lips curled into a grin.

Kuno Tachibana tossed his head and scoffed dismissively, a look of insecurity in his eyes: "I went to find Mai and the others."

"They are in the oboe classroom."

The two walked toward the oboe practice room and happened to meet the gaze of Goto Yu, who was tying Kirishima Mai's hair into a single ponytail with a rubber band in her mouth.

Kurosawa Maki had already tied her hair into a single ponytail, but it looked a little strange.

Sunlight streamed down from beneath the three girls' thighs, illuminating the cotton fibers on their white socks.

"Why are you wearing your hair in a single ponytail?" Kuno Tachibana asked.

“A single ponytail looks good.” Goto Yu smiled.

"is it?"

Kuno Tachibana sat directly on the table, observing carefully, his legs gently swinging back and forth.

Kurosawa Maki stepped forward and tossed her head, her ponytail hitting her cheek directly.

"Is it pretty or not? I'm asking you, isn't this Miss Ma Gui pretty or not?"

"It looks good."

Kuno Tachibana raised his hand and touched his face, which had been touched by his hair, and said...