I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"You should discuss this with Sakura and Sayaka. I'm just offering a suggestion," Saito Harutori said with a smile.

"Oh, oh, oh, indeed." Kana Eto nodded quickly; she had almost forgotten about that.

Kami Takahashi was speechless, so she shrugged her shoulders. There was no need to say "indeed".

"Then we'll be going now." Saito Harutori waved to the two junior girls and walked upstairs with Isomoto Yuka.

"See? I told you Saito-senpai wasn't as bad as you thought. She's so gentle," said Kana Eto.

Kami Takahashi gave her a warning look and said in a tone reminiscent of a loser, "That's true, women with big breasts are gentle, and women with small breasts are stingy. Kana, you're so stereotypical."

"Wait, wait! How did I become the stereotyped person again? That's just how it is!"

"Then let me ask you, what do you think of Kuno-senpai's breasts? Aren't they small?"

"Silence means admission. So what do you think of her personality?"

Hmm.

"Admit it! You're so stereotypical!"

"I can't stand you! I'm going back to class!"

Kana Eto walked quickly into the classroom, while Kami Takahashi followed behind, chuckling and calling her "stereotypical" repeatedly.

Staff office.

"Kitahara is quite the wolf and fox."

Kurosaki Yuichi sat leisurely in his seat. It seemed he didn't have any classes today, and was completely relaxed.

Next week will be the same, because it's final exam week, so physical education classes will be suspended and replaced with self-study.

"That's because I didn't bring an umbrella." Kitahara Hakuba placed the bag, which was wet from the snowflakes, next to the oil lamp and waited for it to dry slowly.

Fortunately, none of the sheet music inside got wet.

As soon as Kurosaki Yuichi's foot touched the ground, the chair beneath him moved closer, and he whispered:

“My friend Bupo messaged me again yesterday.”

"Oh?" Kitahara Hakuba suddenly became interested, his damned gossip instincts kicking in. "What do you mean?"

Kurosaki Yuichi looked up at the ceiling, sighed, and said:

"She said she would wait for me to change my mind, but I said no, there was absolutely no room for negotiation. Then I spent a long time talking to her on the phone, giving her a long and earnest lecture that even I thought was pretty impressive."

Kitahara Hakuba pulled up his slightly damp sleeves, crossed his arms, and said:

"and then?"

"But for some reason, she just can't understand it. She says she'll keep waiting for me. Honestly, if I were a few years younger, I probably wouldn't have been able to hold on."

"So you went along with it half-heartedly?" Kitahara Hakuba asked curiously.

"How could that be! Am I the kind of teacher who would want to have an ambiguous relationship with female students?! Teachers like that should be executed by slow slicing! They're the scum of our profession, don't you agree, Kitahara?"

Kitahara Hakuba:

Kurosaki Yuichi crossed his legs and exaggeratedly spread his arms, saying:

"Then I told her that I couldn't abandon my wife and children to do that kind of thing, and that she shouldn't waste her youth on me."

"and then."

"It probably touched her heart at once. Bu Po immediately understood and said that we should not talk about this anymore and that I should forget about it."

"etc-"

Kitahara Hakuba glanced around to make sure no other teachers were eavesdropping, then asked in a low voice, "Does Fuwa-kun know you're married and have a child?"

You should know, right?

"is it?"

Kitahara Hakuba suspected that Fuwa Seiko had no idea that Kurosaki Yuichi was married and had a child, otherwise she wouldn't have reacted that way.

"Kurosaki-sensei!"

At that moment, the ferry director's voice rang out between the two.

Both of them looked towards the doorway at the same time, where they saw Eiji Ferry, with his Mediterranean-looking hair, frowning and saying:

"Your posture is very bad. What if other students see it?"

Kurosaki Yuichi quickly put his legs down, which was indeed a bit slouchy, but this sitting posture was really comfortable.

"Sorry, I'm going to patrol the building." Kurosaki Yuuichi said and walked out.

"White Horse," the ferryman said, sitting down beside him with a melancholy air, "were you dissatisfied with any of the candidates who applied earlier?"

Kitahara Hakuba straightened his posture and said solemnly:

"Director of the ferry crossing, please listen to me. It wasn't that I deliberately refused. I tested those two seniors from various aspects."

Next, Kitahara Hakuba explained from a professional perspective why they were unqualified, and as for the other male applicant, he also raised questions from a technical standpoint.

Of course, he couldn't possibly say that "the same mistakes might happen again in the future."

"I see, but that's quite a dilemma."

The ferryman raised his hand, rubbing his scalp, his expression conflicted. "I'm looking for a suitable advisor in Hokkaido, and I also want someone who meets your standards."

"I'm sorry, I will definitely lower my standards in the future."

After speaking, Kitahara Hakuba remained silent for a while before adding, "Of course, I have no objection if the school wants to decide on the bidding itself."

After all, he had already decided to resign, and he was no longer a shareholder of the school. Even if the school wanted to put an idiot in the brass band, Kitahara Hakuba had no right to object.

To put it bluntly, the students in the brass band have more say in this matter than he does.

"Alright, let's look around at the school again."

Director Dukou sighed with difficulty and said, "The school has decided to vigorously develop club culture next year, especially the wind band and track and field clubs, which will receive the most funding. If they cannot maintain this year's performance and regress too much next year, it may be over after this project is completed."

Kitahara Hakuba nodded.

"By the way, are you coming to our house for the New Year this year?" The ferryman crossed his legs and said with a smile, "We can all visit each other."

"New Year's?"

"Of course, we'll all go to the shrine together to pay our respects and get to know each other beforehand," the ferry manager said cheerfully.

Kitahara Hakuba said:

“But Haruka is from Iwamizawa, Hokkaido, and my family is in Tokyo. Hokkaido is very cold in January, and I’m afraid my family won’t be able to handle it.”

"Oh well, Tokyoites are so fragile, they can't stand even a little cold."

Is January in Hokkaido a cold month? It's below -10 degrees Celsius, and the coastal areas are damp and cold, even more uncomfortable than dry cold. "Kanzaki-kun? What's wrong?" A teacher's voice caught Kitahara Hakuba's attention.

Kanzaki Eri was standing alone at the office door, her arms hanging naturally at her sides. She just stood there without saying a word, which attracted the attention of the other teachers.

Her gaze was fixed on Kitahara Hakuba, her purpose obvious.

"Looking for you, right?" the ferryman suddenly said.

Kitahara Hakuba stood up and stepped forward, trying his best to maintain a teacher's demeanor in front of everyone, and said:

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"What's wrong, Kanzaki-kun?"

Eri Kanzaki tilted her head back, then looked away and whispered, "There's something I don't understand."

"An ensemble piece?" She didn't confirm.

Kitahara Hakuba sensed something was amiss, but with so many colleagues watching, he could only subconsciously say:

"Go to that classroom and wait for me. I'll get it done for you as soon as possible."

Eri Kanzaki nodded and left stiffly.

Kitahara Hakuba returned to his seat and found the ensemble piece.

"A Christmas fantasy festival at the red brick warehouse?" the ferryman asked.

"Yes, I think it would be better to let the members of the brass band try more external activities. Excuse me."

"it is good."

After leaving the staff office, Kitahara Hakuba went to the first floor, to the empty classroom he had specially requested for Kanzaki Eri to prepare for her exams.

As soon as she entered, Kanzaki Eri sat down in a chair, wearing a white school uniform over a white school-issue trench coat, with a pleated skirt peeking out from under the coat.

Below, there were beautifully curved legs and ankles encased in white lace stockings.

The curtains were all drawn; she always knew that.

Kitahara Hakuba had no idea that Eri was ignorant about music theory, which was why she came to him.

There's a strong chance something must have happened for her to be so anxious.

"What's wrong?" Kitahara Hakuba asked gently.

But this was, after all, a school, and he couldn't sit beside her; he could only maintain the posture of a teacher and stand in front of her.

Kanzaki Eri met his gaze, her fingers resting on her thigh without moving.

Then, the words that came out of her cherry-colored lips were like a booby jumping out of a musical staff, crashing into Kitahara Hakuba's heart.

"Haruto, Yuka, do you like them?"

Kitahara Hakuba took a deep breath. He now understood to some extent that Kanzaki Eri had found out what those two girls had done for him with their feet that day.

It was clearly Saito Haruka who told her, because Isomoto Yuka herself was so ashamed that she would never tell anyone else.

“Eri, things aren’t as simple as you think.” Kitahara Hakuba wanted to explain that he had no choice at the time, because Yukawa and the others were also suffering under his tutelage.

Eri Kanzaki shook her head, her soft hair swaying gently.

"I know it's Qingniao's fault; she shouldn't have done such a thing."

Kitahara Hakuba was speechless. Eri was right; Saito Haruki couldn't do such a thing.

But he was enduring it while also enjoying it, and since he had already enjoyed it, he couldn't join Kanzaki Eri in criticizing it in the end.

His character in this regard is already so low that we really can't go any further.