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"Yu Xiang might only have a heart of steel, while the rest of her body is all sweet and soft, right?"
“Sayaka…Sayaka!” Yuka Isomoto blushed.
As soon as Sayaka Akamatsu made her teasing remark, many girls from 2012 seemed to have their guns ignited, and they started chattering away, mostly complaining about physical harassment, but they all seemed to be enjoying their complaints.
"Ugh! That wretched vice president! He pinched my butt when I first joined the club! That's so unfair!"
"I just wanted to see if your hip size was suitable for a marching costume, since the music festival was coming up soon."
"Speaking of which, back in the summer, my thigh was suddenly touched by Vice Minister Akamatsu with an ice-cold mineral water bottle!"
"It's hot outside, so let's cool down your sexy yet tender thighs!"
"And another thing! Last time I stayed at the hotel, they suddenly came in and said they wanted to give me a bath! I was naked at the time!"
"Ah! You too? Me too!"
The innocent and naive young girls immediately erupted in a frenzy, making Sayaka Akamatsu scratch her cheeks in embarrassment.
The boys who were assigned to a specific area were very envious; they couldn't even exchange a few words with these girls, let alone touch them.
Of all the boys present, only Kitahara Hakuba wasn't envious, because he had actually experienced it firsthand.
Chapter 311, Section 310: Sayaka Akamatsu Doesn't Like It (4K) >>
Moreover, although he doesn't have Sayaka's software, he does have the hardware that she doesn't.
"Hey, Sayaka, you really are a cancer in the club." Suzuki Yoshie's eye twitched. She had also suffered from this, and it was common for her buttocks to be bumped.
They clearly don't have that thing, yet they keep trying to ram it; it's both pathetic and hilarious.
Sayaka Akamatsu, with a smile on her face, stood up, placed one hand on her chest, and said in a gentlemanly manner:
"Alright, here I, Akamatsu Sayaka, apologize to everyone. Thank you all for the perks you've given me these past few days. From now on, the perverted Akamatsu will make a dignified exit. All the lovely girls in the club, please take good care of yourselves! That's all!"
She smiled and gave everyone a respectful salute, quite earnestly.
"Since you're apologizing, then stay and keep us entertained for another year!" a second-year student suddenly shouted.
Unlike her previous tone, this time her voice was clearly choked with sobs. The smiles on the other students' faces vanished in an instant, replaced by a hint of melancholy.
Akamatsu Sayaka, however, acted as if she didn't care and waved her hand dismissively:
"What nonsense are you talking about? I never thought about repeating a year. I'm a beautiful girl who's going to become a famous fashion designer! Time is of the essence! Besides, fashion design is my only love interest!"
Her cheerful tone revived the atmosphere, which had been dampened by her junior's sobbing.
"Isn't it possible that for Akamatsu-senpai, a wife should be a trombone?"
"Sigh, after being my wife for six years, she looks pale and sickly. It's time for a divorce."
"What a jerk! And your sallow complexion is because of the paint color on your trombone! Anyway, you need to take better care of yourself!"
"Haha---"
Hearing the constant laughter around him, Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but smile. On the white paper plate on the table, there were a few strawberry crepes.
Next up was a stage performance by Kana Eto and others.
"This is a stage we've been practicing for weeks, and the background music is 'Blue and Summer.' If our dancing isn't great, please bear with us!"
Even though Yukawa Sakurako and the others knew perfectly well that they were going to perform a dance, they still pretended to be shocked and clapped with anticipation.
The gap between the girls' legs beneath their brown pleated skirts was quite alluring.
As it turns out, the girls who played the wind instruments really didn't dance well; they were simply not in the same league as Shenxu's cheerleading team.
Their physical coordination is very poor, making it difficult for them to move in unison, and the background music becomes a burden to their filming.
In the latter half, Kana Eto even forgot how to dance and could only look nervously at Kami Takahashi next to her.
As a result, neither of them knew how to jump, so they could only stand in place like zombies, waving their limbs stupidly, which made the third-year students burst into laughter.
"Haha, I think everyone should just stick to playing!"
Akamatsu Sayaka laughed so hard she clutched her stomach, pounding the table repeatedly, tears welling in her eyes.
The plans we imagine are always wonderful, but putting them into practice is another matter entirely, and can even turn out to be worse than we expected. Kana Eto has experienced this firsthand.
But seeing the seniors laughing so hard, I guess I've achieved my goal.
Tenkai and his group performed a bouquet magic trick, a card disappearing trick, and a seemingly cruel "dismemberment" act.
Surprisingly, their results were excellent.
Especially during the "dismemberment" magic, Matsuoka Nobuyuki's agonizing scream of "I'm really broken!" made the girls gasp, completely oblivious to any flaws in his performance.
At least Kitahara Hakuba didn't see it.
"Wow, these guys aren't completely useless after all!"
What exactly caused this misunderstanding?
"Is it Kitahara-sensei's fault?"
Kitahara Hakuba looked around, his gaze always unconsciously drifting towards the girls.
They all sat in their chairs watching the performance, even Eri Kanzaki watched quietly, holding her orange juice in both hands.
Kitahara Hakuba left the first music classroom without a word, intending to go to the restroom to clear his throat before retrieving his gift. There, he noticed a rather tall girl standing in front of the sink.
It was Sayaka Akamatsu, only different from the one in the first music classroom; her eyelashes looked somewhat wet, like butterfly wings covered in dew.
Her hands were resting on the sink, her lips pressed tightly together, as if she were suppressing her still-unsettled emotions.
Akamatsu Sayaka seemed to notice something out of the corner of her eye, turned on the tap, cupped her hands in a handful of water, and splashed it directly on her face.
After repeating the process several times, she took out a blue handkerchief from her skirt pocket and wiped her cheeks.
"Teacher Kitahara? Did you come out because it was too stuffy inside?" Sayaka Akamatsu asked with a smile, her ever-smiling face unchanged from any other day.
Kitahara Hakuba nodded and said softly:
"Yeah, there are quite a lot of people."
More than ninety people were crammed into the same music classroom. Although the space was large, it still felt stuffy.
"Indeed, I'm almost at my breaking point too."
"Thanks for your hard work."
“Teacher Kitahara always says ‘thank you for your hard work’ to everyone,” Akamatsu Sayaka said with a smile.
Kitahara Hakuba said undeniably:
"Because everyone did it, it's not easy for the third-year students to persevere all the way here. In my heart, they are all very pleasant voices." Akamatsu Sayaka's eyes rippled, as if she was trying to suppress something. She tightly gripped the damp handkerchief, and a warm feeling came from her palm.
But she quickly chuckled, her eyebrows drooping slightly, looking quite regretful.
"I think so too, everyone is very talented."
"kindness."
Sayaka Akamatsu took a deep breath, the noise from the music room audible in her ears, and said with a slight pursing of her lips:
"I wish this summer could last forever."
So that's what she wanted too?
Kitahara Hakuba looked out the window above the washbasin; the seasons always changed so quickly.
The breeze blowing in from outside is not the summer breeze, and the summers to come will not be the same as this year's summer.
It's amazing how this gentle breeze, this season, only happens once in a lifetime.
No matter how much you long to go back to the past, it's destined that you can never go back; the past can only be reminisced about.
"Teacher Kitahara, would you like it to continue forever?" Sayaka Akamatsu suddenly asked.
Kitahara Hakuba's gaze fell on her face, and the wind gently blew past his ears.
She could feel the same wind ruffling her hair.
“The past cannot be replicated, but it can be covered up by the future.” Kitahara Hakuba’s tone was calm and gentle.
"Oh, I see."
Sayaka Akamatsu smiled slightly.
She knew from a young age that adults were not simple people; they often answered with vague and ambiguous statements, demonstrating a high level of eloquence.
Even if misunderstood, they can excuse themselves with a simple, "That's not what I meant at the time; you're overthinking it."
Kitahara Hakuba did not directly answer her question, but instead offered a solution, truly demonstrating the demeanor of a teacher.
In a sense, Sayaka Akamatsu disliked this approach even more.
Chapter 312, Section 311: Documentary of the Wind Ensemble
When Kitahara Hakuba returned to the first music classroom, he found the curtains drawn, blocking out the sunlight and instantly plunging the entire space into darkness.
Because the first music classroom didn't have the same projector equipment as the other classrooms, they went outside and got one themselves.
I don't know if it was rented or bought.
"Is it coming? Is it finally coming?!"
Suzuki Yoshie sat excitedly in her original seat, and when she saw Akamatsu Sayaka come in, she quickly pulled her to sit next to her.
Kitahara Hakuba didn't know what they were up to, but it looked like a documentary-style video.
Soft light shone on the blackboard, and Nagase Tsukiyo, who was making adjustments, had her reflection on it, which swayed up and down as Goto Yu moved the machine.
"Senior Jiang Teng, shouldn't it be better to go to the trial classroom? It doesn't feel like we can see very clearly here, especially since the blackboard is already a bit green."
"Well, I just feel that it should be played in the first music classroom no matter what." Faced with the other members' confusion,
Kana Eto smiled somewhat embarrassedly.
This may be the first time she has begun to act as a minister and carry out her own will.
"I wonder what it will look like."
Sakurako Yukawa sat excitedly in her seat, her legs slapping back and forth under her skirt, the flesh of her calves swaying gently with the movement.
“It was edited by Tsukiyo, so we should give her some confidence,” Saito Harutori said with a smile.