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"This is the first time I've eaten with Kitahara-sensei. Before, Kitahara-sensei always bought the ingredients herself and cooked in the home economics classroom, so I could never catch a glimpse of her."
"Black pepper pork cutlet rice bowl! I have the same taste as Kitahara-sensei! I'm so lucky!" Akamatsu Sayaka's exaggerated words earned Kitahara Hakuba a somewhat embarrassed smile.
"Please don't mind her, Kitahara-sensei, she keeps describing these probabilistic events as incredibly fortunate," Suzuki Yoshie bluntly exposed.
"I really love pork cutlet rice!"
"You're too long-winded."
"Aren't you the one who's being long-winded? And do you look down on pork chop rice? If it weren't for pork, would your breasts and butt have grown this big?"
"What does this have to do with pigs? Besides, my breasts and butt are determined by my diet and genes from childhood!"
The two girls started bickering again, which made Shinomiya Haruka laugh.
Sakurako Yukawa suddenly asked:
What are Kitahara-sensei's thoughts on trumpet solos?
Kitahara Hakuba took a sip of miso soup, pondered for a moment, and said:
"Actually, I have high hopes for both Kuno and Nagase."
Both are S-class, how can the Flying Dragon lose when it's right in front of you?
Haruka Shinomiya rested her chin on her hand, a playful smile playing on her lips:
"That's a bit cheesy, like saying, 'These two girls are my wings, I can have either of them.'"
Fifth...that's not what I meant.
Kitahara Hakuba said with a calm smile,
"Both of them are very strong. The strongest section in the Shenxu Wind Ensemble right now is not the oboe or bassoon, but the trumpet. They are so strong that either of them could make the wind ensemble even better."
Sakurako Yukawa blinked in surprise; she hadn't expected Kitahara-sensei to give such high praise.
“But since the goal is to win gold at the national competition, and it’s a solo performance at that, we definitely need to select the best of the best,” said Sano Akamatsu.
That statement is correct, but honestly, selecting the right person is not that simple.
This freestyle piece features a trumpet solo cadenza, as well as a solo for both trumpet and oboe.
Kitahara Hakuba had heard of Kuno and Kirishima, as well as Nagase and Kanzaki's Soli at school; both groups had been practicing for some time.
Although there was another group with Amatsu and Kana Eto, their quality was far inferior to those two groups.
The best candidates are probably Nagase and Kirishima Mai.
However, this is just Kitahara Hakuba's own speculation, and the specific situation will depend on the upcoming auditions.
"I still hope that Nagase-san can perform the solo."
Sakurako raised a finger and pinched her eyelashes, saying somewhat awkwardly, "As the club president, I shouldn't be saying these things, but Tsukiyo is a third-year student now, it's her final year..."
Sayaka Akamatsu reached out and played with her waist-length braid, saying:
"Sakurako, you're already a club president and you're still saying things like that? Do you expect us to treat the younger students like we did a couple of years ago, with the older students having to give way to the younger ones?"
"...Sorry, I'm just feeling a little strange." Sakurako Yukawa gave a wry smile.
Kitahara Hakuba drank another shot of mint juice; he knew what Yukawa Sakurako was worried about.
Getting into the national tournament is no easy feat. In Hokkaido, hundreds of schools compete for only two spots, and the entire prefecture-wide tournament is attended by top schools.
Although everyone keeps saying they want to go to the national championships, it wouldn't be surprising if they were to stop at the national championships this time.
“Even if Nagase-san doesn’t get in, the club president can just tell her to keep trying next year,” Akamatsu Sayaka said.
Suzuki Yoshie glared at her with a wink: "You want her to repeat a year, don't you?"
“It’s great to be able to spend another year with Kitahara-sensei,” Akamatsu Sayaka said.
"No, Kitahara-sensei will only teach you for one year."
Shinomiya Haruka's answer immediately stunned the three of them. Although they would not be going to Shin-Asahi High School next year, they were still surprised to hear the news.
"No such thing."
Seeing the three girls who were almost frozen in place, Kitahara Hakuba quickly explained, "This year's events aren't over yet, so how can we care about next year?"
Shinomiya Haruka blinked and said, "Just kidding."
"Terrified." Sayaka Akamatsu took a big bite of the black pepper pork chop.
"Alright, let's eat. After you finish eating, go and get some rest," Kitahara Hakuba said.
After lunch, the rest time flew by, and it was time for afternoon practice again.
The same sheet music has been flipped through countless times, and the already sparse blank spaces on the sheet music have been filled with text.
Although the concert hall was air-conditioned, it was still very hot with more than ninety people crammed into one room.
The girl's underwear would stick tightly to the sweaty areas due to sweat, and Isomoto Yuka, unable to bear it, glanced at the black markings on the small section.
This was a section where the euphonium wasn't played, so she quickly reached behind her back and tugged at the back clasp of her bra, then gently lifted her skirt to fan herself inside.
Although this behavior was somewhat indecent, all the club members' eyes were focused on Ms. Kitahara, so only Kitahara could see what she was doing.
Even if he found out, Yuka Isomoto wouldn't think it was too much.
Rather, she hoped that he would see this shy side of her.
"Teacher, can we do the woodwind section's setup and sound again?" Sakurako Yukawa raised her hand and asked.
"Row."
As time went on, some members would also raise the need to play the instrument again.
Playing in an ensemble is a tedious process, and even during breaks, everyone is already exhausted.
However, in order to successfully enter the A section and go to the national competition, everyone gritted their teeth and continued to practice, and the tension between the same section became more and more intense.
The girls who had said they wanted to have a pillow fight, pester Kitahara-sensei to take them hiking, and play tag when they first arrived in the morning suddenly lost all interest in playing around.
Before they knew it, it was 10 p.m. The members of the wind band, exhausted from a long day, returned to their lodgings like walking corpses.
"Moonlit night, shall we take a bath together?" Yukawa Sakurako wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief.
Because it was hot and stuffy, Nagase Tsukiyo's face was oily. Taking a bath now would definitely feel good.
“Okay, Eri, shall we go together?” She looked at the girl sitting in front of her.
Eri Kanzaki stood up and nodded; even she couldn't stand the sticky feeling on her skin.
After returning to their room and retrieving their toiletries, the three headed to the bathroom.
The bathrooms here are partitioned, but each cubicle doesn't have a door like a toilet. Instead, it's a small panel that, when closed, only covers the vital parts; the feet and chest are still clearly visible.
Many girls would take a shower as soon as they finished practicing, and they happened to run into Yuka Isomoto, so the four of them took a shower together.
"Phew...that feels so good..."
Feeling light and refreshed, Yukawa Sakura sat on the stool, with warm water constantly pouring over her head, as if every pore of her body was being released.
Nagase Tsukiyo tilted her head back, water flowing down her neck and outlining the girl's alluring figure.
"Teacher Kitahara is really stubborn."
She pressed the switch, and the water spraying above her head stopped abruptly, leaving only drops of water falling onto the girl's smooth skin.
What does "stubborn" mean?
At the same time, Yukawa Sakurako turned off the shower, squeezed out lavender-scented shower gel, and rubbed it repeatedly in her palms.
Nagase Tsukiyo wrapped herself in lathered shower gel and washed every part of her body with her hands.
The plane was thoroughly cleaned, no matter how dirty or oily it was.
"It feels like he's determined to get us into the national competition."
Chapter 143, Section 142: Training Camp: A Girl's Nighttime Talk (4K)
Looking to the left from Kawa Sakurako's gaze, through the white panel, the graceful figure of Nagase Tsukiyo appeared in her mind, and she could even imagine her snow-white skin with a faint blush.
"Isn't this good?" she asked.
Nagase Tsukiyo's palm slid over her long, shapely legs, leaving trails of milky white foam.
"Of course it would be great. The brass band has changed a lot because of Mr. Kitahara. I would be embarrassed if we didn't make it to the national competition."
Sakurako smiled gently, her fingers twirling inside her earlobe as she turned her head to watch the water flow into the circular drain, a few strands of her black hair floating on top.
"I really miss taking a shower together like today."
As soon as she spoke, the other three girls fell silent. The water flowed into a transparent waterfall, immersing itself in silence and stillness.
"I feel... there are many things I don't know."
Sakurako's hair, which stretched along the contours of her body, absorbed the moisture and clung to her skin.
"Nobody wants to tell me anything. Is it because I'm not qualified or something...?"
"There is no such thing."
Nagase Tsukiyo's tone was calm, and water droplets left several streaks on her face.
"Everyone in the brass band still relies on Sakurako a lot. You are a very competent captain."
Yuka Isomoto took off the orange towel and wrapped it around her body, but did not leave the cubicle first:
"I like Sakurako too."
"What do you like... :.:" Yukawa Sakurako said with an embarrassed smile.
Suddenly, they heard the sound of the door in the next cubicle opening. Nagase Tsukiyo was wrapped in a white towel, and her long, black hair, as black as night, swept past Yukawa Sakurako's eyes.
The girl's face, so pure and beautiful it was beyond compare, appeared, and her gaze fell upon her with both gentleness and sharpness.
Even though all that could be seen were Yukawa Sakurako's bare shoulders, she still instinctively hugged her chest and crossed her legs tightly, not wanting Nagase Tsukiyo to see any of her privacy.
"What's wrong? Why are you so scared?" Nagase Tsukiyo smiled happily.
Sakurako's face flushed red with embarrassment, and her ample breasts were visible through the moonlight across the city wall.
"He didn't even say hello before coming out..."
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