I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Having been caught, the trumpet group members, as requested by Kitahara Hakuba, began playing a measure with a rapid ascending chromatic scale.

"Yu Shou, could we do it again? The first F note was a bit high, and the following notes were too easy to break."

Kitahara Hakuba's words caused Amemori's throat to twitch slightly. He nodded expressionlessly and played the same passage again.

"That's fine now, keep this tone,"

Yu Shou, panting slightly, put down her trumpet and opened her cherry-colored lips. Kuno Tachibana noticed that her fingers were trembling with nervousness.

But her face was beaming with a smile of approval, and in the depths of her gaze, it seemed as if countless stars were dancing in the sky.

This isn't just liking; it's naked love.

Kuno Tachibana stared blankly at her lovestruck face. Although he often heard people say "true love conquers all", Kitahara Hakuba was, after all, a teacher, so it felt a bit strange.

As usual, training continued until eight o'clock, and the first semester's Shenxu Wind Ensemble's ensemble performance came to an end.

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Yu Shou felt her body burning up. Ever since she became the concertmaster of the brass band, she didn't know if she was overthinking it or what, but she felt that Kitahara-sensei was paying more and more attention to her, and their eyes often met.

Thinking about it this way, becoming the orchestra's concertmaster was definitely the right decision.

"Amemori-senpai, is this a convenient time? I have a question for you." Kuno Tachibana approached as they returned to the practice room.

"What's wrong?" Yu Shou raised her eyes and gave her a wary look.

Kuno Tachibana paused for a moment, clutching his instrument case in deep thought, then said without hesitation:

"Well... you seem a little off right now?"

Her cat keychain hanging on the instrument case swayed gently.

Rain Guard cast a puzzled look at this:

"What's wrong?"

"It's just... your gaze has been too direct lately."

Kuno Tachibana said cautiously.

"I know it's normal to like attractive guys, but if other people find out, well... that would be..."

"I just like Kitahara-sensei."

Yu Shou spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, without taking it to heart at all, though his face was slightly flushed as he said it.

"Huh?"

Kuno Tachibana was stunned. It was one thing to say it, but to say it with such pride?

"I know, that's why I advise you to be more careful in the future. Have you forgotten what happened with Isogen-senpai last time?"

Hmm:

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Yu Shou grunted, then said in a resolute tone, "Even if others find out, I won't change my mind."

The girl's decisive answer stunned Kuno Tachibana; she spoke with such certainty.

However, Yu Shou quickly narrowed his eyes and echoed in a sweet, hazy voice:

"I consider myself to be pretty, and I won't be his student next year..."

"Ah... this..." Kuno Tachibana forced an awkward smile.

She doesn't seem to know about Kitahara-sensei's relationship with Shinomiya-nee, does she?

Should I say it? I should, right?

"Is there anything else?" Yu Shou asked, picking up the instrument case.

"It's alright now."

"Kuno, I think I probably like you too."

Kuno Tachibana was startled like a cat, quickly taking a step back and scratching his hair as he said:

"Well... my orientation is normal."

"What are you talking about? What I mean is that thanks to you, I'm able to be so close to Kitahara-sensei. Although you have some ulterior motives, you're surprisingly kind-hearted."

Yu Shou's thin lips revealed a faint smile, and her legs under the skirt appeared even longer and whiter in the light and shadow.

Upon being suddenly praised, Kuno Tachibana puffed out her chest and gave a coquettish hum.

"Hmph—you know that much."

Chapter 120, Section 119: The Golden Python and the Uninvited Visitor (4K)

The final exams ended as scheduled, followed by a meeting between the students and teachers; parents were not required to attend.

Kitahara Hakuba, who works as a music teacher and advisor for the brass band, has had a lot of free time lately.

However, I need to attend a class meeting today.

According to the original regulations, only the subject head should go, but some senior teachers either have to pick up their children or have appointments with doctors, so they simply don't have the time.

So this task fell to Kitahara Hakuba, who, in the eyes of the teachers, should have more free time.

Even the ferry manager said, "When it's time to suffer a loss, you have to suffer a loss and act as a representative. After all, we're all colleagues, and we might need to help each other out someday."

Kitahara Hakuba was still a little puzzled. A relaxed job does not mean a relaxed life, and a relaxed job should not be a reason to unnecessarily increase the workload.

Many new teachers actually have complaints about this, but due to their lack of experience, they can only humbly accept it.

Today we're having a class meeting for first-year A students. We'll be discussing things to keep in mind during the summer break, study plans, and arranging a big cleaning session.

Kitahara Hakuba arrived at Class 1A, carrying the "Class Meeting" booklet.

The already noisy classroom became even noisier after his arrival, instead of stopping.

"It's Kitahara-sensei!"

"Is this Mr. Kitahara from the brass band?"

"Huh? Teacher, you've come to the wrong classroom. This is Ksitigarbha's territory."

"Jizo" is the nickname they gave their homeroom teacher. In fact, her surname is Nakata, and she is a veteran teacher with more than 20 years of teaching experience.

Kitahara Hakuba walked up to the podium, looked around the class of over thirty people, and, as was his habit, clapped his hands lightly and said:

"Please be quiet. Mr. Nakata has some matters to attend to, so I will be holding this class meeting. May I ask who the class monitor is?"

"exist!"

A girl sitting in the front row, wearing black-rimmed glasses, responded in a loud voice, as if afraid that Kitahara Hakuba wouldn't notice her.

"These are the 'Summer Vacation Safety Guidelines' printed by the school."

Kitahara Hakuba gently patted a small stack of booklets on the table and said with a smile,

"Remember to distribute them later. If any are missing, you can go to the office to get them."

"well.....

The girl with the black-rimmed glasses, whose eyes were originally intellectual, was instantly captivated by his smile, and she looked somewhat dazed.

"Aren't you envious? This is our wind instrument department's advisor. You don't need to take pictures of me with your phones, I see him almost every day."

Kuno Tachibana was smugly bragging to the girls in front and behind him, making them both jealous and envious, and some even wanted to join the brass band.

But the thought that the brass band's practice wouldn't end until dark completely dampened his excitement about joining.

Kitahara Hakuba ignored him and continued explaining the study plan that Director Nakata had prepared for them.

Compared to a neighboring country, it is naturally much easier, and it is mainly divided into five parts.

Independent research, subject review, club activity reports, social experience and travel reports, interest development and reading programs.

Compared to extensive written exercises, Shin-hsu Private High School places greater emphasis on cultivating students' thinking and abilities through practical experience.

Next, Kitahara Hakuba arranged for the students to do a thorough cleaning. It wasn't just one room; each class would take over several activity rooms in the club building.

"This...this rag is torn like this..."

Kuno Tachibana, who was in charge of cleaning the classroom desks and chairs, picked up a tattered cloth with two fingers and said incredulously, "Is this normal?"

"It's pretty normal; logically speaking, it's not going to be much better."

Kirishima Mai casually picked up a tattered rag, put it in the water to wash it, and did so with great skill.

"Um... it's so dirty, and there are some weird black spots." Kuno Tachibana said with a pained expression, as if resisting.

Turning around, he saw Kitahara Hakuma playing on his phone in the hallway, and immediately felt "resentful," so he went up to him and said:

"Teacher Kitahara, why don't you work?"

Kitahara Hakuba looked at her with a strange expression and said, "I'm working right now, taking care of you."

"This doesn't count as work at all!" Kuno Riku, the young Chinese boy, stepped forward and said, "Normally, shouldn't you be doing cleaning with us?"

Kitahara Hakuba laughed and said:

"As a teacher, it would be abnormal for me to do cleaning with you all, wouldn't it?"

He only needed to wander around, and if he saw anything dirty, he would order the students to come and wipe it clean, thoroughly enjoying the thrill of bossing students around.

He finally became a teacher, can't he enjoy this right?

“That sounds like it’ll only make things angrier,” Kuno Tachibana said, one wrist resting on his waist, his eyebrows slightly raised.

Kitahara Hakuba refocused his attention on his phone; he was playing a music game.

"Try to turn this anger into motivation. You play the trumpet so well, you must be excellent at housekeeping too."

Just as Kuno Tachika was trying to sweet-talk Kitahara Hakuba into helping her clean, several boys suddenly went berserk, grabbing mops and running around the hallway spreading the news—

"Hahaha! A giant golden python has appeared in the bathroom! It's incredibly long and absolutely perfect!"

"A golden python?"

Hearing the commotion, Kirishima Mai came out of the classroom and asked innocently,

"Do we have this kind of snake in Hokkaido?"