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No, this can't go on. Taking the first step is good; from now on, he needs to keep a distance from them.
Even if it's Eri, I have to harden my heart and refuse her if I can. I should spend more time with Shinomiya Haruka to cultivate a proper mindset, Kitahara Hakuba thought to himself.
Kitahara Hakuba, determined to turn the tide, settled on this idea and resolved to carry it out.
He called this the Kitahara Hakuba Revolution.
It was 6:30 p.m., and the one-day joint exam was over.
It got dark at six o'clock, and the lights in the school buildings came on, making the whole building seem to be shrouded in a silvery-white ocean, dazzling and beautiful.
In each classroom, students were gathered together checking their answers, and every now and then, the tragic cries of girls could be heard: "I was going to choose this one!"
Kitahara Hakuba didn't need to stay and do anything, and he wasn't even in charge of grading the papers. As soon as the exam was over, he prepared to leave to pick up Shinomiya Haruka at the airport.
"Teacher Kitahara."
He had just stepped out of the staff office when he was caught red-handed by a young girl.
Kitahara Hakuba doesn't need to look at faces; he's evolved to the point where he can tell who someone is just by looking at the girls' legs.
Black calf socks, showing soft, white legs, but he didn't need to look, since the sound had already come out.
"Saito-kun, did you do well on your exam?"
Kitahara Hakuba observed her face, which showed no trace of melancholy. It seemed that she might not know about her father's embezzlement.
"kindness."
Saito Harutori smiled, crossed her arms, and swayed her hips coyly, her pleated skirt swaying beautifully with her movements. "That..."
"You were teaching Tsukiyo the other day, weren't you? Kitahara-sensei is so responsible. Actually, there are still some aspects of music theory I don't quite understand. Hmm, how about you teach me tonight? Ah, I've already spoken to Tsukiyo and Eri, and they have no objections."
What do you mean by "no objections"? Kitahara Hakuba raised an eyebrow.
What do they take him for? A shared bike used by three people?
Kitahara Hakuba initially wanted to agree, since it concerned her taking the music college entrance exam, but then she suddenly remembered the plan she had painstakingly made in her mind that day, and immediately became serious.
"Do you have a computer at home?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.
"Computers?" Saito Harutori blinked in confusion, then uttered a statement she would regret all night: "Yes, there are."
“Okay, we can have online classes from now on, and the music theory is quite simple,” Kitahara Hakuba said.
“Hmm
A flicker of surprise crossed Saito Harutori's eyes, her breath hitched slightly, and the girl's silence carried a hint of bewilderment.
"If there are no objections, then let's leave it at that. I have some things to attend to." Kitahara Hakuba wanted to leave.
"Teacher Kitahara, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"
Saito Haruka suddenly spoke up, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her skirt, "Online classes are definitely not as effective as face-to-face classes, and besides, I've already bought everything tonight."
Kitahara Hakuba waved his hand dismissively and said:
"Fang, I believe in your abilities, and didn't you tell me before that you have a strong learning ability to reassure me? Okay, that's settled."
After he finished speaking, he walked out resolutely, as if he had made up his mind, leaving only Saito Haruka standing there like a beautiful woman who had been abandoned, feeling wronged and sad.
Chapter 336, Section 335: That's too much! Only thinking about their own pleasure! (4)
Kitahara Hakuba walked from the shoe-changing area towards the school gate. (00 Novel: My Mistake)
It's currently maple leaf season, and Mount Hakodate is filled with warm red and yellow hues, a view that can be enjoyed from the school gate during the day.
He wanted to hurry back to the music store to get his car keys, but he found Eri Kanzaki standing to the side at the school gate, waiting for someone.
Among a group of girls wearing scarves, she was the only one without one, her slender white neck exposed unguarded from the collar of her uniform. As soon as Kanzaki Eri saw Kitahara Hakuma, she walked straight over to him.
“White horse,” she whispered.
Kitahara Hakuba sighed softly, saying helplessly:
"Kanzaki-kun, you should call me Kitahara-sensei in public. Why can't you remember that?"
Eri Kanzaki relaxed for a while, her gaze wandering in the air.
She was inexplicably sensitive to her emotions, and she could easily sense the slight helplessness conveyed in Kitahara Hakuba's words.
But if you think about it more deeply, it becomes his impatience with her, and this impatience will turn into his resistance to contact with her.
"Is your breakfast good?"
Kanzaki Eri held her schoolbag in front of her with both hands, her posture very dignified and charming, but her voice was much weaker.
Kitahara Hakuba knew she was asking about the cherry tomatoes that had been delivered:
"OK, thank you."
Eri Kanzaki shook her head, looked around but couldn't find Haruki Saito. Just as she was about to ask, Hakuba Kitahara interrupted her.
"Sorry, Kanzaki-san, I'll be going now if there's nothing important."
"Ne-yi-yi"
Kanzaki Eri wanted to say something, but no words came out. Kitahara Hakuba simply raised his hand in acknowledgment and turned to leave. Watching his departing figure, Kanzaki Eri's throat, which had been tracing a smooth curve, trembled slightly, unsure of what to do.
She was a little worried that Kitahara Hakuba was getting impatient with her.
"Eri, have you gone back yet?" At this moment, Nagase Tsukiyo came out, her schoolbag covering her thighs.
Kanzaki Eri turned her head to look at her, her snow-white thighs exposed to the autumn air beneath the girl's skirt.
"Come to my house tonight, let's review today's problems," Nagase Tsukiyo said with a smile.
"Moonlit night, how happy I am?"
"Well?"
Nagase Tsukiyo's eyes widened slightly, a few strands of hair clinging to her cheek. She raised her hand to tuck them behind her ear and smiled as she spoke.
"Well, because when I think about it carefully, it seems like there's nothing that should make me sad."
There's nothing to be sad about.
This answer left Kanzaki Eri speechless for a moment. Why would she say such a thing? Had she already chosen to give up?
However, Eri Kanzaki didn't want to think about these things too much. She just wanted to take care of herself and make sure she called him "Teacher Kitahara" the next time they met.
"Shall we go?" Nagase Tsukiyo tilted her head and smiled.
"kindness."
"You two." Just as the two were about to leave, a familiar voice came from behind them again.
However, unlike his usual affected manner, this time it carried a hint of anxiety and dissatisfaction.
Turning around, I saw Saito Harukori frowning.
"Haru-tori? Why are you still here?" Nagase Tsukiyo asked, puzzled. "Weren't you supposed to be having tutoring with Kitahara-sensei?"
Saito Harutori stepped forward, her mature-looking face appearing sullen, and her sharp gaze fixed on Nagase Tsukiyo as she said:
“I spoke to Mr. Kitahara, but he refused.”
"You refused?" A look of confusion flashed in Nagase Tsukiyo's eyes. "Why?"
"You ask me why?"
Saito Haruka's delicate brows furrowed tightly as she pressed for an answer in a clear voice.
"He told me that we didn't need to meet in person, and that online classes would suffice."
Nagase Tsukiyo hesitated for a moment, then smiled wryly:
"So what if he doesn't have time right now? What does it matter? He's an adult, he's definitely busier than us."
Saito Haruka's facial muscles twitched, and the shoulder strap of her backpack was slightly deformed by her fingers, wrinkles spreading in her palm:
"Did you say anything to Kitahara-sensei at Tsukiyo? You've been acting so confidently these past few days, why is that?"
Seeing that she suddenly shifted the blame onto herself, Nagase Tsukiyo's pupils contracted sharply, and her previously calm face instantly turned angry:
"Wait, what does all this have to do with me? I didn't say anything to Kitahara-sensei."
"Really? He said that all classes will be online from now on, not just for this one day. Why did things change after he taught you? Didn't you say anything bad about me and Eri to him? That's too much. Why are you only thinking about your own pleasure?"
Saito Harutori stared intently at her, trying to find a trace of explanation and barely concealed timidity on her small face, but what he saw was...
But all they take for granted is that it's a given.
From that moment on, Saito Haruka realized that she had wronged Nagase Tsukiyo; this was Kitahara-sensei's own thought.
Upon hearing that classes would only be conducted online from now on, Kanzaki Eri, who had been standing between the two and looking at whoever spoke, finally showed a hint of surprise on her face.
Nagase Tsukiyo's deep breath suddenly stopped. Her pause wasn't because the other person had guessed correctly, but because she couldn't react for a moment.
"How could I possibly say bad things about either of you to Kitahara-sensei? You're my friends, what good would that do me? Can you stop being so childish!"
The girl's voice immediately attracted the attention of many students, and Nagase Tsukiyo realized that she had lost her composure in public.
"No way? They're arguing again?"
"I knew it was impossible for them to make up so easily. Didn't those two have a huge fight here before?"
"What's the matter this time?"
Some third-year students began whispering among themselves, their gazes piercing like a thousand needles. Nagase Tsukiyo took a deep breath, her shoulders slightly hunched, and bit her lower lip, lowering her voice to say:
"I never intended to speak ill of you and Eri in front of Kitahara-sensei, so please stop thinking of me like that."
The overwhelming sense of grievance that overwhelmed Saito Haruka left her momentarily at a loss. She was indeed too angry, and combined with Tsukiyo's suddenly inflated confidence, she couldn't help but feel a sense of lingering fear.
"that me"
As Saito Harutori clutched her scarf, which was fluttering in the wind, and considered apologizing, her distinctive three-strand braid suddenly came into view. (Small Tax CMS, the most comprehensive new content)
"Moonlit Night, Eri, Haruto, what's wrong now?"
When the weather is cold, low temperatures can make muscles and joints stiff, and the air is dry, increasing breathing resistance, while people are wearing thick clothes.
So Sakurako Yukawa, who wasn't good at sports to begin with, was exhausted after jogging less than fifty meters.
She swallowed hard, straightened up, and crossed her arms in front of her chest.