RNP Page 62
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He rummaged through the items: a white fleece sweater, a black mini skirt, a wig, an eyeglass case, and a pair of worn black stockings.
It was exactly the same clothes she wore last night.
What am I going to do with myself? Just treat it as entertainment for the evening?
Kitahara Hakuba's hand caressed the stockings, and some of the female club members who hadn't left yet kept glancing at him, wondering what he was touching.
He pretended to be calm as he walked out of the campus and ate at a buckwheat noodle shop near Wulingguo Station.
During this time, many young and beautiful women gave him flirtatious glances, and female high school students from other schools frequently took photos with their mobile phones.
Kitahara Hakuba felt increasingly uneasy. Who would have thought that the bag he was carrying contained things that would make anyone exclaim, "Is this normal?"
If they see you, they might at least ask, "Are you going to go back and put it on yourself?"
To avoid being discovered, Kitahara Hakuba returned to his rented room immediately after finishing his meal.
Upon entering, the smell of printing paper and the peculiar odor of a rental apartment hit you. This small place is not only expensive, but also poorly ventilated.
The sunset glow rippled outside the window. Kitahara Hakuba opened the window, and the wind rushed in all at once, only to rush out through the open door.
Ventilate the room for five minutes, then close the door.
Looking at the bag on the sofa, Kitahara Hakuba pondered for a moment, then clapped his hands.
“I understand. She gave me this just so I could help her clean it, not so I could use it. She will definitely want it back someday.”
Shinomiya, you wicked woman, you use such despicable methods on him.
Kitahara Hakuba happily took all the black stockings and other items out of the bag, and was about to put them in the washing machine when he suddenly felt something was off.
There was something unusual about the black stockings.
Not only that, but there was another item inside the pantyhose...?
Kitahara Hakuba frowned, reached inside, and pulled out the fabric.
Looking at the fabric in front of him, his brain went blank.
"Do adults these days play this high-stakes game?!" Kitahara Hakuba was deeply shocked.
That woman is wicked! Does she really think that Kitahara Hakuma would be so eager to use her?!
will not!
Seeing that she was still provoking him, Kitahara Hakuba was furious and threw her into the washing machine, instinctively throwing in the clothes he needed to change into as well.
"Why--!"
He gasped, only to find that his was right next to hers.
Kitahara Hakuba grinned at "her" and said:
"I'll wash it by hand, okay?"
Chapter 70. The Limitations of Growth D
The first Monday in June.
Soft light streamed in through the window, and Kitahara Hakuba stretched lazily, feeling a pleasant sensation as if his muscles had been stretched.
Breakfast is simple: take out some corn flour from the convenience store, put it in a cup, add boiling water, and you'll have a quick and easy corn soup.
Kitahara Hakuba glanced at the black stockings and lace underwear hanging with clips; they were dry, but the fleece top and mini-skirt still felt a little damp to the touch.
His mother once taught him that if clothes feel cool to the touch, they are probably already dry.
As for whether it's wet or dry, the best way is to bury your face in it, because the face is very sensitive and you can immediately tell whether it's wet or dry.
But Kitahara Hakuba would rather let it continue to dry than bury its face in it.
I went out, took the trolley, got off at Wulingguo Station, and walked a short distance to Shenxu High School.
Standing at the school gate, Kitahara Hakuma saw a white banner with black lettering hanging on the club building, swaying in the wind—
"Congratulations to Kitahara Hakuba, advisor to the Shin-Asahi High School Brass Band, for winning the Best Conductor award at the Hokkaido Music Festival."
Kitahara Hakuba felt a chill run down his spine; the school hadn't told him to make this kind of vertical banner.
Back in the office, I sat heavily on the chair, which seemed to creak and groan as if it could barely support my weight.
Before he could even let out a sigh, his gaze was drawn to a piece of paper on the table.
Having seen him before, Kitahara Hakuba had no choice but to take him seriously.
It's yet another resignation application form, and it's from Kanzaki Eri, the current face of the oboe.
Kitahara Hakuba picked up the application form; his explanation for leaving the club was even more concise than Nagase Tsukiyo's.
"I want to try other things."
"What does this mean... How am I supposed to understand if you don't explain it clearly?" Kitahara Hakuba scratched his head as if in a headache.
As for her leaving the club, Kitahara Hakuba had already anticipated it. Back in their practice room, Watanabe Hama had mentioned that Kanzaki Eri wasn't focused on practicing and was considering leaving the club.
It was unexpected that Erie Kanzaki would choose to leave the club after the music festival had ended so well.
[Member Mission: Help Eri Kanzaki find the meaning of "happiness"]
[Reward: 1 million yen, removal of the negative effects of "Gathering Time"]
What is the meaning of "happiness"?
Kitahara Hakuba was stunned. He wasn't even happy himself, yet he was trying to make someone else happy.
The more he thought about it, the more troubled he became. He decided to put the application form in the drawer and talk to Eri Kanzaki about it when he had time.
He put on his headphones and continued listening to the four theme songs of the National Conference in his office. However, a moment later, he caught a glimpse of Director Ferry coming in with a mug.
“Director Ferry.” Kitahara Hakuba took off his headphones.
"Hey, you're quite the celebrity at school now."
The ferry manager, his spoon clanging against his mug, stepped forward with a smile and said...
"The school didn't have much hope for the brass band, but we didn't expect you to be so good and win an award."
"I just did my best."
"Don't be modest. By the way, can the current brass band win the gold medal at the All-Area Tournament?" Director Ferry asked curiously.
Kitahara Hakuba gave a wry smile. He hadn't expected that the most arrogant person wasn't himself, but rather the school's leadership.
"It's not possible right now, but I believe the members of the wind band have the ability."
"That's good. Even if we win a gold medal, it's still a bad one, it's a good thing for the school."
The ferry manager reached out and patted him on the shoulder, saying...
"Kitahara, we're counting on you. If you encounter any difficulties in teaching, just let me know. Please also take good care of Shinomiya. Her parents are on a round-the-world trip, and she's a young woman who has to run the shop and come here to teach students. It's very tiring."
His words carried a subtle hint of probing, which made Kitahara Hakuba take them to heart.
"Well, I will."
"great, good luck."
After finishing his speech, the ferryman returned to his seat. He was like an elderly professor, and even though Kitahara Hakuba had become a teacher this year, it was still a little strange to be in the same room with him.
Not to mention, he was also Shinomiya Haruka's uncle. Just thinking about how he treated his niece in the room that night filled Kitahara Hakuba with an indescribable sense of excitement.
"Director Ferry, I'm going to the music room now."
"Ah."
Kitahara Hakuba took his notebook and walked through the corridor to the music classroom, where two pairs of indoor shoes were placed at the door.
I originally thought it was Mai Kirishima and a few others, but it turned out to be Sakurako Yukawa and Yuka Isomoto.
I thought the two were practicing, but it turned out they were doing exercises. The bright gold euphonium and the black wooden pipe were placed to the side.
He thought too highly of himself.
"Doing homework here?" Kitahara Hakuma asked as he arrived.
Sakurako Yuukawa, whose figure was slightly more rounded than Tatsuka Kuno's, stood up from her chair, her black three-pronged whip hanging down to her slender waist.
"It's not homework, it's some questions from last week's exam."
"Why don't you do it in class?" Kitahara Hakuba asked curiously.
Doing these things in the music room is a bit strange; it feels like someone is seriously doing homework in a bar, which makes one frown.
Yuka Isomoto's face suddenly flushed slightly, and she rubbed the strands of hair in her hair as she said:
"I was practicing... but Sakura said I might have to retake my math exam, and then I suddenly lost the motivation to practice."
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that here,” said Sakurako Yukawa.
"Oh no, no, no, I didn't mean to blame you," Yuka Isomoto quickly explained. "It's more that I wasted your practice time..."
Kitahara Hakuba placed his notebook bag on the front desk and asked bluntly:
"Isogen-kun, are your grades really that bad?"
"Hmm..." Yuka Isomoto said dejectedly, "It's alright, I'd say it's just average, not bad, right?"
"Do I need to retake the exam?"
His implication seemed to be, "Why should I retake the exam if I'm not bad?"
"Well......."
When Yuka Isomoto lost her voice, Sakurako Yukawa explained that she actually worked very hard, but for some reason her grades were often not ideal.
Kitahara Hakuba could somewhat understand this feeling—
My academic performance is average. I usually work very hard and do a lot of practice problems, but when I actually take the exam, I often feel helpless and have no clue what to do, which leads to unsatisfactory results.
What's strange is that such students are always sought after for advice and are taught very well, but what's puzzling is that they themselves don't get high scores on exams.
It's sad that hard work doesn't always pay off.
No, it's possible that her efforts only yielded these results, and that not trying would actually make things worse.
No wonder the system only gave Yuka Isomoto a D rating for growth potential.
“Go back to the classroom and do your homework. Don’t stay here, or other students who need guidance will feel disturbed.” Kitahara Hakuba sat in the steel tube chair and opened his laptop.