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“That’s what real exercise is, Isomoto-senpai. He ran laps on the track every morning,” Nagasawa Miyako said.
Kurosawa Maki let out a deep sigh:
"That sport is really too much for a pretty girl to handle..."
"But it's really outrageous. I saw her run three laps the other day. One lap for us is 400 meters."
"A ruthless person!" Kuno Tachibana said admiringly.
"If Li Hua says she's ruthless, then she must be ruthless."
Listening to their laughter and conversation, Kirishima Mai's body swayed gently with the train carriage, as if she were subtly resonating with each vibration of the tracks.
All she wanted to know was what choice Kitahara-sensei would make regarding her.
What should I do if I get selected?
What should I do if I'm not selected?
Chapter 204, Section 203: Now that things have come to this, please give me your guidance.
After the audition, Nagase Tsukiyo did not go home.
As a third-year student, she not only has to face the national competition, but also two auditions for the Tokyo Music Festival.
In addition to the two pieces for the competition, she also needs to practice the pieces for her entrance exam.
Most importantly, he hasn't left yet.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the glass panes, and the clouds on the horizon were dyed deep red and orange-yellow, burning like flames.
As usual, I stopped about ten meters away from the staff office to relax and tried to force a sweet smile onto my face.
After repeating these steps, Nagase Tsukiyo arrived at the office carrying a case containing a trumpet.
Just as he was about to knock on the door, he found a girl sitting next to him, the two of them very close, seemingly discussing something.
The aura she exudes is like a glass of sweet, mellow wine, possessing both the freshness of a young girl and the richness of a married woman.
Kitahara Hakuba noticed someone at the door out of the corner of his eye, looked up, and saw that it was Nagase Tsukiyo who seemed a little off.
The light shone through her long black hair, breaking into tiny, shimmering specks that danced incessantly.
"Nase-kun, haven't you gone home yet?" he asked.
The girl beside him looked up, and beneath her brown, center-parted bangs was a face that possessed both the liveliness of a young girl and the gentle grace of a married woman.
"Hmm, not yet." Nagase Tsukiyo's gaze shifted from Saito Haruka, her cherry-red nails gripping the handle tightly.
A hint of gloom crossed Saito Haruka's face, and as if on purpose, she moved the chair even closer.
Her round and full breasts, if she had gotten any closer, would have touched his exposed, muscular arms.
"What is it?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.
Her legs were so beautifully curved that they elongated her figure.
Nagase Tsukiyo's chest rose and fell slightly as she spoke softly:
"I'd like to discuss the choice of music for the trumpet with you, but I was just having a recording session today, so I was worried you might be quite busy."
“Oh, I see. Auditions are fine. I’ve pretty much screened out the A-list and soloists,” Kitahara Hakuba said.
Nagase Tsukiyo's small mouth parted slightly as she said in surprise:
So fast...:
"Ah."
Kitahara Hakuba looked around and moved an empty chair over. "I was just discussing song selection with Saito-kun. If you don't mind, let's sit down and talk together."
Hmm:
Nagase Tsukiyo hesitated for a moment, but not wanting to leave directly, she could only nod.
Saito Haruka never looked at her directly from the beginning, keeping her eyes fixed on the laptop screen.
Two beautiful girls sat on either side of Kitahara Hakuma. One had a voluptuous and alluring upper body, while the other had fair and slender lower body; each possessed her own unique charm.
However, Kitahara Hakuba has absolutely no interest in their bodies. His main focus now is helping them choose songs and improve their music theory knowledge to prepare them for university interviews.
However, the scent lingering around his nose was even more fragrant, and he could feel the girl's warmth emanating from both sides.
If other teachers and students saw this, they would be extremely envious. Normally, it would be impossible to surround someone with just one girl, but now Kitahara Hakuma is surrounded by two rich girls.
However, Kitahara Hakuba was "not satisfied at all," and spoke to Nagase Tsukiyo in a teacher's tone:
"Since we're already talking about this, why don't you call Kanzaki over too, if she's still at school?"
He can call them, and Huili will definitely be willing to come, but it's best not to call them yourself; it's better to leave it to them.
Hearing him say that, Saito Haruka's face became even more somber, but she couldn't refute him.
Unlike her, Nagase Tsukiyo wasn't unhappy at all; in fact, having Kitahara-sensei's help was a good thing for Eri.
"Yes, she should still be at school. I saw her maintaining her oboe when I came from the club building."
Nagase Tsukiyo took out her phone, intending to send a text message, but after thinking about it, she made a phone call instead.
A few seconds later, the call was answered.
"Eri? Could you come to my office? Um, there's something I need to discuss. Why aren't you coming? I didn't call you, it's Kitahara-sensei:"
""
She was initially rejected, but upon hearing "Teacher Kitahara," the girl on the other end agreed almost without hesitation.
Even when the call ended, Nagase Tsukiyo still felt it was unbelievable.
What kind of magic was cast on this name?
"Eri also applied to a music university?" Saito Harutori's tone was cold, completely lacking her usual gentle voice.
Nagase Tsukiyo thought she was talking to Kitahara Hakuba, but her gaze turned towards her with a somewhat gloomy and wary look.
"Well, maybe so. She didn't tell me exactly."
Saito Harutori raised her right hand and gently pinched the index finger of her left hand, saying:
"Why don't you ask her why she says she cherishes you so much, but you just treat her as a friend?"
“Please don’t say things like that. Harutori, aren’t you and Eri friends too?” Nagase Tsukiyo retorted, not to be outdone.
Saito Haruka's gaze was sharp as a knife, as if trying to dissect all her hypocrisy and pretense:
“Friends? Hui Li has never considered me a friend. My relationship with her is just a byproduct of you, and there is no need to maintain it at all. On the contrary, you really don’t know how to cherish anything.”
"I:::
Nagase Tsukiyo, wearing indoor shoes, suddenly stepped back. Due to nervousness, sweat beaded on her smooth forehead, and a few strands of hair stuck to it.
Kitahara Hakuba, sandwiched between two beautiful girls, coughed deliberately to signal them to stop.
Saito Harutori gave her a cold glance, as if mocking her powerlessness and cowardice.
Nagase Tsukiyo bit her lip lightly. What could she do now? Eri no longer cared about her; only Kitahara-sensei remained in her heart.
What could she say to the girl who told her, "I don't want to play a solo with Tsukiyo, as long as I can help him win the gold medal"?
At that moment, Nagase Tsukiyo suddenly realized something that shocked her: she couldn't let go of the man who had taken her friend away, and even wanted to spend more time with him.
If magic exists in the world, then the magic cast by Kitahara Hakuba must be the most terrifying.
"Nagase applied to Tokyo University of Music, and Saito also applied to Tokyo University of Music."
Kitahara Hakuba was completely unaware of the girl's feelings. His slender fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, and the university's official website appeared on the screen.
He leaned back, trying to get a full view of the two beautiful girls on either side, and raised his hand to say:
"The repertoire for professional exams usually covers classical, romantic, and modern works. Typically, you need to be proficient in at least two pieces, but that's the minimum. I suggest you master three: one concerto or sonata and one etude."
A self-selected piece
"After that, there will be sight-reading and sight-singing tests, music theory and aural skills tests, and a professional knowledge Q&A session during the interview. The first interview is in November..."
Kitahara Hakuba hadn't initially expected it to be so troublesome, but as he talked, the pressure actually started to build up.
There are three girls, of course, there are three for now, because he has to take responsibility for ensuring they get into Tokyo University of Music because of his boastful words.
"Which pieces do you think I should choose, Kitahara-sensei?" Saito Harutori asked with a smile.
Her change in attitude, from cold to tender, made Nagase Tsukiyo feel uncomfortable.
Kitahara Hakuba crossed his arms and pondered for a moment before saying:
"For De Vian's Euphonium Sonata, for etudes you can choose Bordoni's 24 Melodic Etudes. For your own selection, you can choose Weber's Concertino for Euphonium. Of course, you can also try the euphonium pieces by Miyoshi Akira and Takemitsu Toru."
Saito Harutori's gaze gently fell on his profile, her eyes sparkling with a tenderness and longing unique to young girls:
"Then I'll practice these few songs."
"Sunny Bird, wait a minute."
Nagase Tsukiyo unconsciously made a sound, and the wheels of the chair beneath her made a slight creaking noise.
"Don't you need to listen to each song one by one before making a decision? Choosing the most suitable one is the best choice. You're being too impulsive."
Saito Haruka raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of impatience in her eyes:
"What does it have to do with you? I can do it myself."
“Ugh…” Nagase Tsukiyo’s fingers gripped the hem of her skirt tightly.
She felt that Haruno trusted Kitahara-sensei too much, to the point of superstition. This was something that would be on the exam, how could she make a decision without having heard about it?
At that moment, Eri Kanzaki walked straight in, her eyes as calm and deep as clear lake water.
When she saw Kitahara Hakuma squeezed between two old friends, she stood quietly in place, her eyelids and eyebrows slightly lowered, her voice soft and delicate:
"Too many..."
Kitahara Hakuba knew she meant there were too many people around her, one on each side, making it impossible for her to squeeze in.
Compared to the two girls beside him, he actually preferred this cute girl in his heart.
"Let's go to the audiovisual classroom; there's equipment there."
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