I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"Yes, I fell asleep right away," Nagase Tsukiyo said with a smile.

No, it was fake. The conversation between Saito Haruka and Kanzaki Eri last night kept nagging at her, her heart was racing, and she couldn't fall asleep until 1 a.m.

"That's good. If that doesn't work, you can sleep in Hakuma's room. His bed is quite big," Kitahara's mother said with a smile.

"no problem, no problem."

Even if she wanted to, Haruno and Eri would never agree.

She walked over, looked at the glistening rice, and the natto, fried fish, seaweed, and miso soup beside it, and said:

"Do your uncles and aunts also like to eat bibimbap for breakfast?"

"You like to eat moonlight too?" Kitahara's mother's face showed a happy expression.

"I don't like it without it."

Although Nagase Tsukiyo wanted to maintain proper etiquette in front of her elders, she simply couldn't agree on this point, because she couldn't eat a single bite.

"However, my father has to eat bibimbap every morning. I was very keen to try it at first, but my stomach just couldn't get used to it."

"Oh, I see," Kitahara's mother nodded and continued preparing the food.

Nagase Tsukiyo walked over naturally, first washing her hands with water, and then helping to wash the vegetables she had bought that morning.

Just when she thought she would be stopped, Kitahara's mother suddenly asked:

"Moonlit Night, what's Bai Ma's reputation like at school?"

"atmosphere?"

"As for public opinion, to be honest, I've always felt that high school students these days are the hardest to manage. Can he really control them?"

Nagase Tsukiyo smiled and said:

"Ms. Kitahara has a very good reputation at Shin-Asahi High School, and our brass band is almost entirely girls, so no one would think of going against her."

"That's good." Kitahara's mother smiled. "Girls are good, they're easy to discipline."

"Although I heard that when Mr. Kitahara first arrived, some people in the brass band were not very welcoming to him."

As she said this, Nagase Tsukiyo's tone was tinged with regret and self-reproach, her fingers deftly flipping each vegetable leaf in the water.

Water droplets splashed up, reflecting sparkling light.

"Huh? Are you alright?"

"Now everything's definitely alright. We've already made it to the national tournament, so who would dare say anything bad about Kitahara-sensei?"

"Tell me what happened." For some reason, Kitahara's mother seemed to really enjoy hearing these old gossips.

Nagase Tsukiyo nodded.

This all started with the auditions in April.

Pedestrians hurried past, and when Kitahara Hakuba arrived at Meiji University's Izumi campus, fine beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

The air was dry, and his only consolation was that the girls in Tokyo were much more open than those in Hokkaido, with skirts and stockings on display everywhere.

Even the half-ball show has it.

The meeting was to be held in a conference room on campus. If you enter through the main gate of the campus, you will see the first campus building directly in front of you, while the meeting place is the media building on the left.

With a pass, Kitahara Hakuba can move freely here.

Just as I was about to enter the building, I saw a woman with chestnut hair tied in a single ponytail standing in the central square, taking pictures of a sign for "Meiji University Izumi Campus" with her phone.

She is a little over 1.6 meters tall, which is considered tall here, and her amber eyes are very captivating.

A woman who looked to be around the same age as Kitahara Hakuba was holding her phone in both hands, sending a message to her best friend: "I've arrived at my destination, but I don't know how long the meeting will last. Standing here, I finally understand what a high school is all about."

A reply was received shortly afterward:

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"I just got off the plane. I'll find a coffee shop nearby to wait for you."

"Okay, send me the address. Also, it's strange, there's a guy who keeps staring at me."

"What? Punch him, and if that doesn't work, call the police?"

"He looks kind of handsome, and he looks somewhat familiar."

"That's true, Kumiko is twenty-four years old and still not married."

"Don't remind me of that!"

"Even if he's handsome, he can't compare to Taki-sensei."

"Yes Yes Yes"

As soon as Kumiko Oumae sent out her message, the boy who had been standing there stalking her walked straight over.

"Hello, are you Ms. Huang Qian?" His voice was very pleasant.

Kumiko paused for a moment, then quickly pressed her phone to her chest, suddenly realizing that her surname was "Huang Qian":

"Yes, it's me. And you are?" She looked the boy in front of her seriously.

He was tall and handsome, with a gentle and approachable demeanor; he was clearly a wonderful person.

"Sorry, I should introduce myself first."

He scratched his cheek sheepishly and said, "I am Kitahara Hakuba, the brass band advisor at Shin-Asahi Private High School in Hakodate City, Hokkaido. I'm here to attend this seminar."

"Wind Ensemble Director?"

Kumiko caught a sensitive word and couldn't help but widen her eyes as she spoke.

"Are you also the instructor/advisor for the wind instrument section?"

"Well, since I've only recently become a mentor, you might not know me yet."

A smile spread across his face that could make any unmarried woman blush and her heart race.

"But I will do my best to make you remember me."

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No, Kumiko! Think of Shuichi!

She smiled sheepishly and quickly looked away, but then suddenly remembered something and let out an unnatural scream in fright:

"Mingwa—!"

Startled by her unexpected reaction, Kitahara Hakuba quickly asked:

"What's wrong with you?"

I'm sorry.

Kumiko couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of saliva, her palms growing increasingly hot, and her gaze towards him held a mixture of surprise and excitement.

"Kami-Asahi High School in Hokkaido? You're Kitahara Hakuba?"

Her tone suggested she knew him, which surprised Kitahara Hakuba somewhat.

"It's an honor to be known by you."

"No, no, no, it's my honor, it's my honor!" Kumiko said nervously, bowing to him quickly.

Within their circle of academic advisors, Shin-Asahi High School in Hokkaido is nothing short of a miracle, and students often discuss this advisor with her on a daily basis.

Despite never having achieved any outstanding results, they overcame all obstacles this year and secured a spot for Hokkaido to advance to the national tournament.

In their memory, only Mr. Yueyong could lead a bronze-medal school to achieve the national gold medal in just one year.

And now, Kitahara Hakuba, the advisor for Shin-Asahi High School, is pushing towards this only possibility.

Kitahara Hakuba, unaware of the public's perception of him and not wanting to appear overly arrogant, bowed slightly to her and said:

"Is Miss Huang Qian also here to attend the seminar?"

The school requires one person to attend each year; otherwise, it will be marked as absent and points will be deducted.

But anyone who has been a teacher knows that these seminars are no different from being punished by sitting in the classroom; it's not a big deal if you play on your phone during the seminar.

So Kitauji arranged for her to come, because as a deputy advisor, there was indeed very little to do.

But why would this person come? They're clearly a guidance advisor from a top university.

So free?

"Did you come alone?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.

Kumiko swallowed hard, and before she could think it through, she said:

"Yes, one person came."

“I’m alone too, why don’t we go together? It’s good to have company,” Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile.

"Oh, talk? Okay."

The two entered the media building, where the cool air from the air conditioning flowed gently like an invisible river.

Inside the building, many teachers were already catching up.

"Ah, it's so comfortable with air conditioning." Kumiko's face showed a contented expression.

The two of them walked up the escalator together to the second floor.

"I remember Miss Huang used to play the euphonium?"

"Yes, it's been going on for years."

"I bought your senior year national tournament CD. Soli's performance was fantastic, and I really liked it."

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His words brought Kumiko back to that time, to those happy days that seemed to flow by like water, fleeting and never to return.

Kitahara Hakuma turned his head to look at her and smiled slightly:

"By the way, I thought I would meet Mr. Taki this time."

"Well, since the national tournament is in a month, Mr. Taki said he wouldn't be able to come."

Before she could finish speaking, Kumiko, who seemed quite relaxed, quickly waved her hand and said...