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Kurosawa Maki was stunned. She never expected to be able to play S with Kitahara-sensei. When she stood over, her eyes kept glancing at him.
“I thought you weren’t coming.” Kuno Tachibana lightly touched Kitahara Hakuba’s arm with her magic wand, which was a head taller than her.
Kitahara Hakuma turned his head to look at her and smiled:
"If I hadn't come, would you have just sat here doing nothing?"
Whether to fit the character or to hide her inner shyness, Kuno Tachibana feigned calmness and said:
"Since you're dressed like this, you should do things that match."
“Actually, I saw you as soon as I arrived. This role really suits you,” Kitahara Hakuba said softly.
Kuno Tachibana's cheeks suddenly flushed red, and he whispered:
"For a moment, I don't know if you're insulting me or praising me."
"Frilian group photos, 500 per photo! Maximum of five photos, 2000 per photo! Post-production retouching provided!"
The class monitor of Class A started, and soon a long line began to form in the corridor.
Kitahara Hakuba was afraid that there would be more and more, so he told them that he could only shoot ten sets.
"Ten limited-edition photos featuring Simmel!"
"Why only ten groups? Is he going to die again?" someone complained.
"Sorry, sorry, but we're foreign aid workers after all, so we can't stay any longer," the squad leader explained with a smile.
With the arrival of Kitahara Hakuba, the Frillien Group officially began operations.
It's easy to take photos with introverts, but when you encounter an extrovert, they ask for an absurd number of poses.
However, because Kitahara Hakuba was a teacher, no one dared to make such an inappropriate request as physical contact.
Even after ten groups had finished, the class monitor didn't dare ask him for another serving.
Kitahara Hakuma brushed his bangs back, and this simple, refreshing gesture attracted a lot of attention from people taking photos with their phones.
"Then I'll be going now," he said.
“I’ll go with you,” Kuno Tachibana said. “It’s about time; it’s time to take off your makeup.”
Kitahara Hakuba glanced at her face; she was wearing light makeup.
The two arrived at the entrance of the dressing room together. Just then, a red earring under her pointed ear fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Kuno Tachibana was completely unaware.
Kitahara Hakuba crouched down and picked it up; it felt like it was made of very cheap plastic.
He gazed at the earring in his hand; the light reflected off its surface, creating a slightly harsh luster, not dazzling, but possessing a simple beauty.
"Frilian I"
"Huh? You called me?"
Kuno Tachibana turned his head in confusion, quickly noticing the red earring in his hand.
"Thank you, but the quality of these fake ears is quite poor. The earring keeps falling off."
Kitahara Hakuma pursed his lips slightly and strode up to her, his cloak fluttering behind him.
Before Kuno Tachibana could react, the hero in front of her had already knelt down on one knee, holding her soft hand in one hand and placing the red earring in his palm.
Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that he was not kneeling on one knee, but rather maintaining a slightly bent knee position.
"Hmm:::"
Kuno Tachibana's face suddenly flushed red, and her gaze shifted from the red earring in her palm to his cheek, where even the small beauty mark under his left eye looked extremely tender.
"This seems to be a scene from the drama. I figured since I only get to wear it once, I should recreate it so I won't have any regrets." Kitahara Hakuba stood up, a faint smile on his face.
The reason for not continuing to bend the knees is that this movement is too difficult to maintain for a long time.
Kuno Tachibana's fingers tightened, gripping the pendant tightly in his palm, and he said with pursed lips:
“Simmel gave Frilian a ring, and there were bells and sunsets, and there was also a romantic relationship.”
Moreover, he was kneeling on one knee.
Why can't you do that?
"This condition is too harsh for us."
Kitahara Hakuba raised his hand and stroked her long silver hair on both sides, saying...
"Yours has a nice texture, better than my hair."
Kuno Tachibana's blush deepened, her heart pounded faster, and she reached out to touch his light blue wig, muttering:
It feels a bit dry to the touch.
“This wig is really not good quality.” Kitahara Hakuba smiled.
At this moment, the girls in charge of makeup put down what they were doing and finally noticed the two touching each other.
Chapter 225, Section 224: The secret strategy lies in... wait, the crisis is over (4K).
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On the contrary, Kuno Tachibana had already changed his clothes and was still sitting there removing his makeup while wearing Frilian's clothes.
"Kuno-kun, I'm leaving now," Kitahara Hakuba said.
"Okay." Her eyes, framed by eyelashes, shone with an incredible color in front of the vanity mirror.
Kitahara Hakuba walked out of the dressing room and onto the first floor, where he saw Matsuoka Nobuyuki with his name tag around his neck, and Amami Sou eating a strawberry crepe.
The first floor, open-air, is filled with tasting stalls set up by each class, offering all sorts of food.
Matsuoka Nobuyuki weighed the badge around his neck in his hand, raised an eyebrow and smiled at his junior classmate from the previous year:
"Junior, your strawberry crepes are really good. I'll have Mr. Kitahara come over and try them later. See this brand? I'm very close to him."
"Oh, is that so? Then thank you in advance, senior!" the petite girl with cherry hair clips said excitedly.
"Then let's exchange contact information." Matsuoka Nobuyuki said, and was about to take out his phone.
Kitahara Hakuba stepped forward, placed a hand on his shoulder, and said with obvious dissatisfaction:
"You don't even reply to my messages. If anything happens in the future, how can I entrust it to the two of you?"
Why not ask the girls in the brass band? They seem more reliable than the boys.
Matsuoka Nobuyuki looked embarrassed and handed the tag around his neck back to him, saying:
"Tianhai and I are just here to test the waters on food safety issues."
Tenkai Sou stuffed the crepe into her mouth in one bite and nodded quickly, saying:
"Correct."
Kitahara Hakuba sighed, but the first-year girls at the stall were incredibly excited, their eyes sparkling as they looked at him:
"You're amazing, senior! You actually managed to get Kitahara-sensei to come!"
"Teacher Kitahara, we are from Class 1-B, and we made crepes. Would you like to try some?"
"Thank you, I'm very happy that you thought of me."
Noticing the many eager glances from the stalls, Kitahara Hakuba had no choice but to politely decline.
The girl looked very disappointed, and he couldn't bear to watch any longer. After apologizing in his heart, he turned and left.
In the passageway of the courtyard flowerbed, there is a small stall with various sheet music and physical CDs on the table.
Through the gaps in the crowd, Kitahara Hakuba could see Kanzaki Eri sitting quietly under the sunshade, like a delicate orchid in bud.
The person selling the items was Saito Haruka, who was explaining something to a customer with a warm and radiant smile.
A breeze ruffled the girl's long, brown hair, each strand shimmering with a delicate light. (White Horse Academy - Updated and Complete)
The queue was quite long, leaving Kitahara Hakuba puzzled as to "when did music become so popular?"
But he's a teacher, so he doesn't need to wait in line.
"What do you sell here? Aren't you a magic shop?" Kitahara Hakuba stepped forward and stood behind Kanzaki Eri to ask.
Eri Kanzaki turned to the side; her skin was as smooth as porcelain, so smooth that it reflected the light.
"Selling albums from the brass band."
As she spoke, she picked up the album from the table and handed it to him.
The people in line couldn't help but gape; they had always thought this pure and elegant girl was mute, but they never expected her to be able to speak.
Saito Harutori really wanted to see him, but there were just too many people wanting to buy his things, and she couldn't concentrate at all.
"Oh right, it's the brass band's album sale. Since everyone was busy, and Eri and I don't know anything about magic, we came here to help sell them."
“Like this::::” Kitahara Hakuba carefully examined the album of the Shin-Asahi Wind Ensemble, which was only about the size of a palm.
The cover is not a picture of Shin-Asahi High School, but a sliding door of the first music classroom. There is a blank space on the left with the words "Hokkaido Hakodate Branch, Shin-Asahi Private High School Brass Band".
The back features a copy of a document folder with the words "Shenxu Wind Ensemble" on it. On the right side, there is a blank space with the repertoire for the music festival and the national competition this year.
Upon opening the album, you'll see sheet music and a CD.
As the angle changes, its surface will shimmer with a rainbow-like halo, sometimes transforming into a pool of radiant silver spring.
Kitahara Hakuba quickly flipped through the document, which mainly contained information about the brass band, including repertoire, sheet music, illustrations, and competition A and B lists, etc.
Naturally, his name was also found among them.
“I’m really surprised. I didn’t know you guys made these things,” Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile.
"It was Sayaka and the others who suggested doing it, and the finished product turned out very well."
Saito Haruka's fingers, like leaping swallows, drew graceful arcs in the air as she pointed to the amount on the corner of the table and said...
"Welcome! Oh? This? That's six thousand bars in total. Thank you for your purchase."
In stark contrast to the anti-Manchu Saito Harukori is Kanzaki Eri, who sits in a chair like a puppet.