I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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After she finished speaking, she found a pair of female tourists and quickly took some satisfactory solo photos and group photos.

The female tourists were saying as they left, "They're all so cute."

"Teacher Kitahara, look at this! This is the real photo!"

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Kurosawa Maki pointed to the photos in the camera, saying that in terms of lighting, composition, color, three-dimensionality, and layering, they completely surpassed the photos taken by Kitahara Hakuba.

"Sorry," Kitahara Hakuba said, scratching his cheek.

"Ma Gui, you seem to be getting a little carried away." Nagasawa Miya, who had been silent all along, couldn't stand it anymore. No matter what, Kitahara-sensei was still a teacher.

Kurosawa Maki said with a smile:

"Isn't this a rare opportunity to encounter a field that Kitahara-sensei doesn't know about? Girls really like guys who can take good photos!"

“But even if Kitahara-sensei doesn’t know how, there are still girls who like him,” Goto Yu whispered.

"That won't do either. Someone like Kitahara-sensei should learn everything!"

"What should we learn first?"

"Hmm, are you putting on makeup?"

"Why not go and learn sports?"

"I don't want to be covered in sweat. Wow, speaking of which, those boys at school really think they're cool when they're athletic, especially the boys in the baseball team. I really don't want to complain, but every time I pass by, I can smell their strong body odor."

That's the taste of hard work.

"No, our wind band doesn't have that smell; it's just that their sweat glands are more active!"

"The brass section has it, you just didn't smell it carefully in the summer."

"Speaking of which, in the summer, Isogen-senpai would spray antiperspirant on her body. It smelled amazing, and it made my mouth water."

"Ma Gui, what are you suddenly saying?"

The girls left Xianyan Garden amidst their bickering and chatter.

As for the antiperspirant that Kurosawa Maki mentioned, Kitahara Hakuba remembered it; it did smell very good.

The group first went to a local specialty store in Kagoshima to buy some delicious food for their families.

But after looking around, I found that not only were these things expensive, but there were even cheaper alternatives in Hakodate.

Kitahara Hakuba had already achieved financial freedom and bought several servings of Chiran tea, gift boxes of chocolates, and Satsuma shochu.

"Teacher Kitahara, you can buy this for Teacher Shinomiya."

At that moment, Kuno Tachibana walked over carrying a small bottle. Kitahara Hakuba picked it up and saw that it was Sakurajima fresh-pressed camellia oil.

He didn't understand, so he looked at the instructions on the bottle first.

"It's a skincare oil made from camellia seeds."

Kuno Tachibana offered an explanation.

"Ms. Shinomiya is probably at the age where she needs to take care of her skin, so she should really like this, right?"

"Only twenty-three," Kitahara Hakuba said. Shinomiya Haruka was even younger than she had imagined.

"Oh, I forgot."

Kuno Tachibana feigned surprise, raising his hand to cover his mouth and widening his eyes slightly as he spoke.

"Oh dear, I thought Shinomiya-sensei was almost thirty, after all, I'm only fifteen now."

“What’s the connection between the two?” Kitahara Hakuba sighed and put the skincare oil into the basket.

Kuno Tachibana clasped his hands behind his back, slightly raised his feet, and said:

"I'll only be twenty-five in ten years."

Kitahara Hakuba didn't reply. Instead, he took a box of taro buns, which were made from sweet potatoes and taro, and were about the size of a bite.

"What should we do, Shinomiya-sensei? Ugh—"

Kuno Tachibana stared at the "Sakamoto Brewing Black Vinegar" on the shelf, and as if she genuinely felt annoyed for Kitahara Hakuba, she let out a deep sigh.

Kitahara Hakuba took out another box of Satsuma Golden Crocodile, which was still a sweet potato dessert, but it was a bit more upscale, as it was the Emperor's personal dessert.

What does she mean by saying this now? Is she trying to persuade him to break up with Shinomiya?

Does she share the same thoughts as Eri Kanzaki?

"Please don't pay yet, I'll settle the bill for everyone at once," he said.

Kuno Tachibana hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said:

"You should have said so earlier, I'd go buy it now."

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By the time I returned to the hotel with a large pile of local souvenirs, dusk was already falling.

Kitahara Hakuba parted ways with the girls and headed to his room, where he could see the headmasters of each class constantly making phone calls.

They all said basically the same thing: urging them to come back as soon as possible and not to go out after 8 p.m. tonight.

There were indeed far fewer students than the previous two days. Perhaps it was because it was the last night and everyone wanted to stay out a little longer.

Kitahara Hakuba returned to his room, where Kurosaki Yuichi was sitting cross-legged on the tatami mat, reading economic news.

Looking to one side, the clothes that were originally scattered on the tatami mat had all disappeared, indicating that he had tidied them up in advance.

"You bought so much stuff?" Kurosaki Yuichi asked in surprise, looking at the two bags he was carrying.

"Okay." Kitahara Hakuba took out a box of taro and said, "Here you go."

"I have it too?"

"Not giving it would seem heartless."

"Don't you think it's even more inhumane to say that now?" Kurosaki Yuichi laughed, raised his hand and waved, "Thanks, but I still don't like purple taro."

“Okay.” Kitahara Hakuba withdrew his weapon; he didn’t like playing those back-and-forth games.

Kurosaki Yuichi, lying on his back with his legs crossed, said, "Kitahara, I chatted with Fuwa-kun for a while today."

"Huh? And then?"

Kitahara Hakuba squatted down, opened his suitcase, and stuffed the souvenirs he bought into it like playing Tetris, leaving no gaps.

Yuichi Kurosaki's voice betrayed his drowsiness:

"Before this, Kitahara, what did you think of me?"

Kitahara Hakuba paused for a moment, then spoke:

"It's pretty good. There's nothing particularly outstanding about it, but there's nothing to criticize either. It's just average."

1p

Although I'm a little disappointed, that's really how it is, isn't it?

Yuichi Kurosaki, stroking his chin, said, "Fuwa-kun is so young and athletic, how could he possibly like me? I'm just too ordinary, aren't I? Just like John Lennon, he should have been paired with Yoko Ono!"

Kitahara Hakuba slowly slipped the skincare oil he had given to Shinomiya Haruka into the bottle and said:

"The reason for liking someone is not necessarily because the other person is outstanding. Everyone has their own charm that only they can feel. And in the end, being ordinary is also a kind of charm in the eyes of many people."

Kurosaki Yuichi stared at him in surprise. As expected of this young man with an incredible luck with women, he thought much deeper than an ordinary person like himself.

"Ah, really. To be honest, I don't really know what an extremely charming woman is. In my eyes, my wife is already very charming, but in reality, she's quite ordinary."

Kitahara Hakuba closed the suitcase and pinched the zipper with his fingertips to pull it up.

Romantic relationships are always private matters; discussing them with others serves no purpose other than to put on a show.

But more than that, Kitahara Hakuba was concerned about how Kurosaki Yuichi responded.

"What did you tell Fuwa-kun?"

"Hmm, I said her thinking is clumsy. She'll understand when she's a few years older. I think her feelings for me are essentially a longing for mature men. She doesn't like me in real life, but rather that legendary gentle older man."

Yes, they refused.

"Does it mean a youthful face with incredibly strong biceps?" Kitahara Hakuba joked.

Yuichi Kurosaki also laughed heartily:

"Thinking back, I might have gone into filmmaking back then, and I would have been the child emperor of the industry!"

Indeed, if he had actually joined the industry, he could have been dating thousands of girls instead of coming to Hokkaido to be a poorly paid physical education teacher.

Kitahara Hakuba laughed along, his gaze shifting to the sky, which appeared empty in the twilight.

As dusk approaches, visibility decreases, and even the silhouettes of birds flying overhead become less clear.

November 19th.

The tide, carrying the faint scent of seaweed, drifted through the streets and alleys, gently tapping against the awakening windowpanes.

Kitahara Hakuba got up very early. The massive Sakurajima volcano was still bathed in a somber indigo blue, like a dead, dark whale.

The weather is colder than when we arrived.

Go downstairs and head to the side hall of the hotel to make sure that Kana Eto and the others hadn't left anything behind when they were packing up yesterday.

But in reality, they wouldn't be that clumsy; it's just that Kitahara Hakuba had nothing better to do and was wandering around aimlessly.

The side hall was deserted. Just two days ago it was packed with people, but now every time Kitahara Hakuba speaks, there is a heavy echo.

"Teacher Kitahara?"

Just as he turned to leave, he happened to run into Kana Eto, who was still wearing her pajamas.

She wore orange pajamas, but they seemed to be a size too big, failing to perfectly accentuate her youthful figure.

The pants that covered her buttocks all looked saggy, unlike Saito Haruko's pajama pants, which accentuated her full and firm buttocks.

"You got up so early today?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.

"Ah, I was just thinking of coming over to see if I'd forgotten anything."