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Saito Harutori's cherry-colored lips parted, her tone softening considerably. She moved her left pinky finger up and down in the air.
Do you need to take medicine?
This sentence sounds a bit strange and could easily be misunderstood, but Kitahara Hakuba knew she was talking about a drug like "Dysfunction Inhibitor".
"No need, I won't get dizzy." Kitahara Hakuba turned his head to look at her.
All the girls in the Shin-Asahi Girls' uniforms are the same, but Saito Haruka's scarf is unique.
The other girls' scarves were close to the front, at most floating up a little, but Saito Haruko's scarf would hang in mid-air from the bottom half.
That's not the most important thing. Now, every time I'm close to Saito Haruka, I always think of that scene in the bathroom that day.
Whether it was those two full mounds or those two flower petals that made people's breath catch in their throats, they all stirred the evil part in his heart!
"Unforgettable".
He was furious at his age, when he was supposed to be as fierce as a tiger.
"How are your interview preparations going, Nagase-san and Megumi-san and Kanzaki-san?" Kitahara Hakuba forced himself to come to his senses.
Oh no, I almost blurted out "Huili".
A faint glint flashed in Saito Harutori's eyes as she stroked the strands of hair on her chest and said:
"Well, I should be fine personally, but as for the two of them... they haven't told me anything yet."
"Won't you go to the exam together?" Kitahara Hakuba continued to ask.
“Hmm
Saito Haruka's white legs, pressed together beneath her skirt, revealed gracefully curved calves that were turned outwards, while her jade-like feet, clad in loafers, were turned inwards.
I should go alone.
"so."
As expected, Kitahara Hakuba wasn't particularly surprised.
"If I invite you, would you be willing to come with me?" Saito Harutori gently touched the outside of his right leg with her left pinky finger.
I could feel the itching even through the thin fabric of my pants.
Not quite understanding or wanting to understand what she said on the bus, Kitahara Hakuba chose to ignore it.
Seeing that he remained silent, a sad expression appeared on Saito Haruka's face, which was full of mature femininity. She withdrew her left hand and placed it on her thigh, gently rubbing her nails.
The bus traveled through Hakodate city for nearly fifteen minutes before arriving at the Hakodate Ferry Terminal.
Since passengers cannot board the bus to enter the ship, they must disembark first. The bus and the truck carrying the musical instruments are then driven into the ship's cabin under the arrangement of the staff.
Students check in and board the ship.
Chapter 268, Section 267: In the end, I was the one who was wrong (4K)
A group of students dressed in Shinjiro uniforms appeared at Hakodate Wharf, immediately attracting a lot of attention.
After all, it's still Friday. [Fantasy Princess + Already published the latest chapter]
"It's only October, isn't it? School trips starting so early?"
"Doesn't seem like it? It looks like they're going to participate in a competition."
"Judging from the uniform, they seem to be students from Shin-Asahi High School. Hmm? That person looks like Mr. Kitahara?"
"you know?"
“I don’t know him, but my daughter often shows me pictures of him and says she wants to study at Shenxu and join the brass band in the future.”
"No wonder, he's a handsome guy."
Passersby cast curious and envious glances, some whispering among themselves, others taking out their phones to take pictures. Some of them were parents of the students, who seemed to have come specifically to say goodbye.
A gentle sea breeze blew by, and the sun peeked out from behind the clouds, its golden rays spreading across the girls' faces like silk.
As Sakurako Kawabata shouted loudly, her skin appeared delicate and translucent under the caress of the light:
"Although I've reminded you many times, I still have to say it again: wearing a school uniform in public represents the school, so don't do anything that would damage your reputation."
"Yes!"
"What a huge ferry!" Yuka Isomoto exclaimed, looking up at the ferry floating on the sea. "How many people can it hold?"
"Isogen-kun, you didn't come to Hokkaido by ferry? I remember your hometown is near Aomori, right?"
She glanced to the side and saw Kitahara Hakuma standing beside her. His hair shimmered slightly in the sunlight, and his deep eyes revealed a charm that combined determination and gentleness.
"Yes, but I always take the Shinkansen because there's a Taira station nearby."
Yuka Isomoto subconsciously stepped back, raised her hand as if to measure just how high the ferry was, and said cheerfully.
"This is my first time taking a ferry, I'm so happy."
It wasn't just her; many members of the brass band had never ridden the ferry before, and it was their first time leaving Hokkaido.
“But I’m even happier to sit with Kitahara-sensei,” Isomoto Yuka suddenly said, blushing.
Her words drifted into his ears unexpectedly, as if kneading the softest part of Kitahara Hakuba's heart.
"Me too, to be with everyone." Kitahara Hakuba took a deep breath, feeling as if his lungs were being filled with salt.
Yuka Isomoto pursed her lips, crossed her hands behind her back, and the sunlight reflected off her loafers, making them a little dazzling.
Looking around, the girls weren't in a hurry at all; they had already started taking photos with the ferry.
Kitahara Hakuba wasn't in a hurry at all, but Yukawa Sakurako felt that they couldn't waste time here, and urged the club members to board the ship.
The ferry was mostly filled with adults, making a group of vibrant young girls stand out. Kitahara Hakuba, who was at the center of the girls' group, was even more conspicuous.
"The meeting point is in cabin C. Everyone can go up to the deck to play, but please be careful!" Sakurako Yukawa called out.
Watching the girls happily head to the deck, Kitahara Hakuba initially planned to stay in the cabin, but then thought that he might not have the chance again, so he followed them to the deck.
A gentle sea breeze, carrying a salty scent, caressed the deck. The deck was painted green, and figures in Shenxu's uniform were everywhere.
Wow! What a strong wind!
A playful sea breeze swept by, teasing the girls' school uniform skirts, the light fabric dancing in the wind.
They laughed and shouted "Oh no, oh no!" while covering their fluttering skirts, their clear, bell-like laughter mingling with the noise of the sea breeze.
Then, when the ferry was activated, they jumped up and down excitedly, shouting, "It's moving! It's moving!"
Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but smile, taking out his phone to take a picture. He was the most daring man on the deck to openly photograph these girls.
Even if they were discovered, they would only laugh and say, "Teacher Kitahara is taking pictures! Be a lady!"
"Teacher Kitahara -
A clear, melodious voice rang out behind him. He turned his head and saw that it was Nagase Tsukiyo who had come up from the passenger cabin.
She ascended the stairs with light and graceful steps. When she came to my side, the skin of her beautiful legs appeared delicate and smooth in the light. Every time I was with her, I was always impressed by her exquisite appearance.
"Taking pictures?" Nagase Tsukiyo asked with a smile.
Kitahara Hakuba nodded. Perhaps because he was a teacher, he didn't find it embarrassing to take pictures of his female students.
"Yeah, I think everyone here is quite interesting."
Nagase Tsukiyo's gaze fell upon her classmates standing by the railing. They seemed to be standing where the sea and sky met, the azure of the sky merging with the deep blue of the sea.
The girl raised her hand to brush away the strands of hair that were being tousled by the sea breeze, and smiled serenely as she said:
"It's great that everyone can have such a pleasant time together at the competition."
The most beautiful and harmonious paradise in Nagase Tsukiyo's mind is the current state of the brass band.
Everyone is steadily moving towards the same goal. Although the competition in the brass band is fierce, what remains for everyone is genuine friendship. When we think of the brass band someday in the future, we will surely smile.
That's how it should be.
However, what I couldn't do back then, and which had even become rotten, was accomplished by Kitahara-sensei.
His almost indulgent tenderness and unquestionable decisiveness had unknowingly "eroded" everyone's hearts, leaving them riddled with holes.
"It's truly remarkable that everyone was able to go to the national tournament together." Kitahara Hakuba's lips curved into a smile that was gentler than usual.
Nagase Tsukiyo's hands were clasped together in front of her, her posture upright and graceful:
"They were probably working hard for Kitahara-sensei's sake."
Kitahara Hakuba looked down at his phone and sent a message to his family: "I took the students to Utsunomiya today to attend the national tournament the day after tomorrow."
A gentle breeze stirred the hem of Nagase Tsukiyo's skirt. She reached out and pinched the fluttering hem, her eyes sparkling with a bright light.
She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slightly. "Teacher Kitahara, there's something else I'd like to talk to you about."
"What is it?" Kitahara Hakuba asked, puzzled, wondering why the child no longer greeted him with honorifics.
Why? Could it be that they found out I'd been secretly glancing at her legs?
Anxiety appeared on Nagase Tsukiyo's face. Her slender hands gripped the hem of her skirt as she glanced around guiltily.
Is it because you're afraid of being discovered by certain people?
"After this national conference, can you be my personal tutor?"
Kitahara Hakuba repeated in surprise, "As your tutor?"
As if adjusting her mood and displaying her girlish beauty in front of him, Nagase Tsukiyo kept tossing her hair, revealing her small, delicate ears. (Note: The last line appears to be an unrelated advertisement and has been omitted from the translation.)
"Yes, I think Kitahara-sensei is very capable, and my family also thinks so, so I wanted to ask if you would agree."
After the National People's Congress ends, she will be able to focus on preparing for the exam, which is a good thing.
On the other hand, leaving the club meant severing her connection with Kitahara Hakuba. She no longer had Eri's "lifetime" or Harutori's guarantor.
Her mother had initially discussed the matter with her, but she hesitated and the idea slipped through her fingers.
I just need to have Kitahara-sensei as my private tutor, so that even if I leave the club, we can still stay in touch and I can say goodbye to this sleepless, puberty-induced torment.
Nagase Tsukiyo mentally painted this bright future, barely managing to keep her spirits up as she fell further behind the other two.