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Even the pedestrians on the street were mostly dressed in black.
Kitahara Hakuba's breath turned into puffs of white mist as he stepped into the tram car, which felt empty despite it being the weekend.
It's so cold; this damp cold is really uncomfortable.
I got off at Wulingdun Station and dragged my somewhat stiff legs to Shenxu High School.
He couldn't see a single person in sight; only the trees with their brown leaves seemed to beckon to him, and the place remained desolate.
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As he entered the staff office, the ferry director was already waiting with his legs crossed. Upon seeing him, he quickly stood up and said:
"White Horse, you're here so early?"
"Yes, we can't keep people waiting too long."
"I told them to wait for you at the entrance of the first music classroom. You can go directly there."
"it is good."
Kitahara Hakuba nodded slightly and turned to head towards the club building.
Today is the day for interviewing the future advisor for the Shin-Asahi Brass Band, and Kitahara Hakuba naturally doesn't want to choose casually.
As I walked out of the classroom and passed Class 3-A, I saw Nagase Tsukiyo just arriving at her class.
"Nagase-kun, what brings you to school today?" Kitahara Hakuba greeted him almost instinctively.
Nagase Tsukiyo looked up and saw Kitahara Hakuba standing at the door. She subconsciously brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and said:
"There's nothing much to do at home, so I thought it would be better to come to school to study."
"As expected of the top student in the grade," Kitahara Hakuba laughed.
Nagase Tsukiyo clasped her hands in front of her, smiling broadly, and asked, "Where's Kitahara-sensei?"
"I'm here today to interview a new mentor consultant," Kitahara Hakuba stated bluntly.
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A hint of melancholy flashed across Nagase Tsukiyo's expression, but then she remembered that there weren't many people at the school right now, so wasn't this a perfect opportunity for a private chat?
"Can I go and see it together?"
"Of course." Kitahara Hyakuma trusted her completely.
The two walked together through the elevated corridor, the entire club building appearing deserted.
The only sounds were the echo of shoes on the floor and the soft rustling of the pleated skirt against the girl's tender thighs.
"What kind of teacher will she be?" Nagase Tsukiyo asked curiously.
"I hope he can be even better than me." Kitahara Hakuba himself didn't believe that statement anymore.
"It shouldn't be possible."
Nagase Tsukiyo naturally didn't believe it; in her eyes, Kitahara Hakuba was an extremely rare genius teacher.
She wouldn't dare say it's for the whole country, but she dares to claim that he's the only one in Hokkaido with the ability to convince everyone.
As they walked uphill, Nagase Tsukiyo peeked at Kitahara Hakuba's profile and whispered, "..."
"Taihara-sensei, do you remember when you asked me last time if I went to Aomori?"
"Yes, of course I remember."
"Teacher Kitahara thinks: "
Nagase Tsukiyo's fingers gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, and her pale thighs trembled slightly as she went upstairs.
"Should I go?"
Kitahara Hakuba looked at her with some confusion. She asked, "Do you want to go?" instead of "Can I go?"
The two have very different meanings. The former tends to be about whether or not to go because of someone else's presence, while the latter tends to be about one's own thoughts.
Most people might not realize it at first, but Kitahara Hakuba immediately understood the deeper meaning. Nagase Tsukiyo, who always maintained her purest girlish heart, was actually asking him indirectly, "Do you want me to go?"
Suddenly noticing that the people around her were not speaking, Nagase Tsukiyo blushed slightly. This desire to show off made her feel incredibly ashamed of her past self.
Just as she was about to say, "I was just wondering if it would be inconvenient," Kitahara Hakuba spoke up first, saying with a gentle smile:
"Go ahead and go. With Nagase-kun here, I'm actually quite at ease."
“Hmm
Nagase Tsukiyo's cherry-colored lips opened and closed unconsciously, her face flushed as if covered with a kotatsu (heated table).
But then she thought again, what did Kitahara-sensei mean by "reassured"? And who was making him uneasy?
Without a doubt, this person is Saito Haruki.
She dared to comfort him in front of her friends back then, together with Yu Xiang. Now that no one is around, she'll definitely dare to do something even more outrageous.
In just a few seconds, Nagase Tsukiyo suddenly felt enlightened.
She discovered that getting close to someone you like doesn't necessarily require physical intimacy; the connection of souls is more crucial.
Mr. Kitahara now relies on her, which is something other girls can't do. He can't even tell Eri, "I'm very reassured."
Nagase Tsukiyo has always despised using the body to please or conquer; only souls that are intertwined are eternal and inseparable.
Just like it is now.
"Do you want to go?" Kitahara Hakuba asked with a smile.
Nagase Tsukiyo took a shallow breath, her soft breasts slightly heaving, and smiled brightly:
"Okay, I'll go."
"That's good."
Upon arriving at the entrance of the first music room, three adults were standing there: two women and one man.
Kitahara Hakuba had done some research beforehand; the two women were both in their thirties and were volunteer instructors for the local farmers' association's wind instrument ensemble, with ten years of experience.
The male is 28 years old, a graduate of Sapporo University, and previously taught the brass band at a junior high school in New Chitose. His grades were average.
But after Kitahara Hakuba, the ferryman seemed to have a good impression of Sapporo University, so he decided to give him a try.
Upon seeing Kitahara Hakuma approaching, the three of them quickly smiled and stepped forward to greet him. However, being adults, they spoke in a more tactful manner than students.
"Hello, Kitahara-sensei."
“Mr. Kitahara, I’ve only ever seen you on TV before, but I’m so glad to finally meet you in person today.”
"You're too kind. Please come in. We won't waste everyone's time."
"Who is this?"
"My students."
"Oh, she's really pretty."
Nagase Tsukiyo followed Kitahara Hakuba inside and sat obediently to the side to listen.
There were only three people, but the interview took longer than she expected.
Self-introduction, professional skills assessment, scenario simulation and problem-solving, practical operation, educational philosophy, operational planning, professional enthusiasm, values, and reverse questioning.
"If you were accepting a mid-level wind section, how would you choose your competition repertoire for the coming year? Please explain your considerations."
"Suppose a heated conflict arises between the team's top member and a member with poor technical skills but who works very hard, affecting the practice atmosphere. How would you handle this?"
How will you balance the goals of "pursuing national competition results" and "enjoying the joy of playing wind instruments"? What is your attitude towards members who don't want to participate in competitions but just want to play?
"In your opinion, what is the most important quality of a mentor? Do you believe you possess this quality?"
"Here is a CD of a musical performance. Can you quickly identify the problems with pitch and rhythm in each part and individual voice? And explain how to correct them?"
And specific improvement plans.
Kitahara Hakuba kept throwing out questions, ranging from very basic atmosphere management to professional knowledge, making the three interviewees sweat profusely.
The interview started at around 7:40 a.m. and lasted until a little after 11 a.m.
Nagase went to the bathroom once during the moonlit night, and now he's gone out again to go a second time.
"Alright, I've covered everything I wanted to know," Kitahara Hakuba said, clasping his hands together. "I'll send you the information tonight."
Thanks for your hard work. "
The three of them looked at each other, not to mention that they were being lectured by a younger junior, didn't Kitahara Hakuba's attitude mean that they were doomed?
After they left, Kitahara Hyakuma could only sigh and shake his head.
Although the two female mentors had ten years of experience, their personalities were too rigid and their abilities were only average, making them unsuitable for teaching adolescents. The other male mentor was immediately rejected because he was too young, to avoid repeating the same mistakes. This was for his own good, Kitahara Hakuba thought.
"Not as good as me, too average," Kitahara Hakuba added tentatively.
Just as he was about to get up and leave, the door to the first music classroom opened, and a girl in a uniform and black calf socks walked in.
"Teacher Kitahara, are you alone?"
What comes into view is a petite figure with a red hair clip in her shoulder-length short hair.
"Just finished the interview," Kitahara Hakuba said. "Here to practice?"
"Yes, we're waiting for Ma Gui. She said she did a thorough house cleaning this morning and won't be here until the afternoon."
"Are you Kinpachi?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.
As Kuno Tachibana spoke, he stepped forward, placed his hands on the podium, and looked at him, saying:
"Yes, I really wanted to play with Zhenyi and the others, but I still think that a virtuoso ensemble would be more impressive."
Perhaps because it was cold and she had applied lip balm, her lips looked even more glossy and soft than usual.
"What piece of music?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.
"Another bottle of champagne."
"Isn't this a bit too much?" Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile. "Although its main theme is Kin 10, Kin 8 is also very strong."
"Because there are a lot of super high notes, Christmas is better when it's lively. I love a lively atmosphere."