I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Even though Kana Eto and Kami Takahashi wanted to form a team, they were powerless to do so as second-year students.

Her gaze fell on Huili, never wavering for a moment, always fixed on the two of them, as if she could see what they were about to do.

Startled, Yuka Isomoto quickly looked away, her eyes trembling slightly.

"Haru, do you also like Kitahara-sensei?" Her right hand gripped her sweatpants, creating several creases. The pulse in Haru's fingertips was particularly noticeable on her wrist, like a heartbeat, so hot.

"I like you." The girl beside me said without the slightest hesitation, "At the same time, I also like you, Yuuka."

"Well, it wasn't long before it was Mr. Kurosaki's turn. There was no uniform shout from the students, only a few boys who were good at sports were shouting at the top of their lungs. He waved to signal them to stop."

When they reached Kitahara Hakuba, Saito Harutori seemed to be reminding her, and with a slight exertion of force, Isomoto Yuka could feel the pain in her wrist.

We need to call it that now; otherwise, from now on, everyone in the wind band will have to call it that together.

Realizing this, Yuka Isomoto took a deep breath, and both of their chests swelled slightly at the same time.

Before the girls in the choir could even coordinate their possession...

"Taihara-sensei! I like you! Keep it up!"

The voices of Saito Haruka and Isomoto Yuka, though not loud, were enough to make one mistake the words that came out of their cherry-colored lips.

Yu Shou, who had unexpectedly stood up, ready to shout loudly by himself, was also stunned by the two people who had seized the initiative.

Far from the hustle and bustle, Nagase Tsukiyo was on the lawn with her classmates, doing hurdles in the afternoon. She turned her gaze over, but could only vaguely hear something, not clearly.

what happened?

Kitahara Hakuba on the track seemed to be startled by the two women, but he quickly regained his usual "teacher's face" and waved to them.

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However, the rest of the brass band quickly realized that there was no unified slogan like "Go Kitahara-sensei!"

"come on!"

"Go, go, go!"

The choir members realized what was happening and tried to call out, but another team intercepted their call.

Wearing light blue skirts and matching black safety shorts, the cheerleaders cheered for Kitahara Hakuba in their sweet and lovely voices, their colorful pom-poms gleaming brightly in the sunlight.

Their voices were loud and passionate, truly befitting their near-professionalism.

It was almost a consensus among the members of the brass band that it would be better to have the cheerleaders cheer for Kitahara-sensei than the choir.

Sakurako Yukawa arrived late, her hair still damp and unbraided, a rare sight of her with long hair.

"Is it too late now?!" She rushed over as soon as she saw the message on her phone.

"It's over now, thankfully Saito and Isomoto were there," Watanabe Hama said. "It's a bit strange, but the result is pretty good."

"strangeness?"

Sakurako looked at the two of them. Harutori was talking to Yuka, and both of their faces were a little red.

"What did you say?" She ran her hand through her damp, long hair.

"Teacher Kitahara, I like you. Keep it up!"

"Watanabe-kun?"

"It wasn't me, it was the two of them."

At that moment, one of the supervising teachers on the committee raised the starting pistol with one hand and covered the ear facing the gun with the other.

peng

One!

As the gunshot rang out, Kitahara Hakuba almost instinctively rushed out with all his might. Compared to this young man, the other teachers' speed was simply insignificant.

Although he became a teacher and the system didn't provide him with any sports skills, Kitahara Hakuba has been getting up early every day to run and exercise for more than half a year now.

Some older teachers who sit at their desks all year round have distorted running postures and lack any sense of exercise.

"Teacher Kitahara is so fast! Who said that the muscles of handsome musicians are atrophied?! Step forward!"

In the blink of an eye, I had already run 200 meters out of the 400-meter distance.

When Kitahara Hakuba rounded the bend, he saw that the ferry manager was running slowly behind the principal, while Mr. Kurosaki was running several meters ahead of them.

He suddenly felt out of place.

Damn it! Why are you running so fast?!

Kitahara Hakuba deliberately slowed his pace. (My bookstore updates the latest chapters the fastest.)

Is this the cutthroat competition among adults? I really envy the innocent and carefree students.

"Oh no! Mr. Kitahara has suddenly slowed down! Is he too tired from running?" The female department head in the broadcasting room exclaimed in surprise.

"Indeed, the 400 meters is very tiring, even more tiring than the 1,000 meters."

The girls in the stands were incredibly nervous because he slowed down, afraid that he would be overtaken by Mr. Kurosaki behind them.

But as his pace slowed, they understood why.

Finally, the principal crossed the finish line with a group of teachers "closely following" him.

"Congratulations to Principal Sato for winning first place in the Teachers' Sports Festival for the tenth consecutive year! Applause!" Director Watari clapped his hands vigorously.

The audience in the stands and the people in the broadcasting room all sighed.

Blame the big players in capital; after so long of scheming in Shenxu, they've finally managed to keep Beiyuan from becoming famous for once.

"It's alright! Mr. Kitahara has already won the first half of the competition, so he's halfway there!" said Ms. Zuhu, the female department head, in the broadcasting room.

Her words resonated with the students, who believed that Kitahara-sensei had won, and that it was all because of that damned advantage.

Kitahara Hakuba doesn't care about winning or losing; he's happy as long as he's having fun.

Back under the sunshade where Teacher Dongpu was staying, she smiled and gave a thumbs up, saying:

"I didn't know Mr. Kitahara was so good at sports!"

"Well, it's good that he's young," Kitahara Hakuba said modestly.

Teacher Dongpu crossed her legs, and a meaningful smile appeared on her mature, womanly face—a smile he had never seen before.

"That's great, if only you could hold on a little longer. I heard from Shinomiya-chan that you're actually quite strong~~3"

No, no

What did Shinomiya Haruka say to her?! Higashiura-sensei is clearly a wonderful wife!

Next up is the 100-meter hurdles event.

The boys' hurdles were very interesting; they were basically sprinting, falling down but immediately getting up and continuing to hurdle. The atmosphere was very exciting and lively.

When it was the girls' turn to compete, the atmosphere in the hurdles became a little strange.

None of these girls knew how to hurdle properly; every single one of them looked like they were "reluctant."

It looks like that.

Some tried to sprint over the hurdle, but stopped when they reached it, carefully held onto it, and then stepped over it.

Some simply pushed down the barriers and walked towards the finish line with grinning faces. (Mini-Fun Novel Network - Fastest Updates)

Only one innocent first-grader ran and jumped over each hurdle. Although her form was incorrect and not aesthetically pleasing, she did manage to jump over them.

Kitahara Hakuba genuinely liked this girl, and couldn't help but clap and cheer her on as she passed by.

Ultimately, of the eight women's hurdlers who signed up, only she achieved a valid result and won the gold medal.

"Next up is a fun race! A borrowing race for all grades!"

"This is the most fun! It always manages to bring some random things onto the track, and the final boss in the obstacle course this time is a small high platform! It requires teamwork between two people!"

"The rules of the competition remain unchanged. Each participant takes out a slip of paper from their own box, finds the person or item on it, navigates through the obstacle course, and finally reaches the finish line."

Kitahara Hakuba looked towards the starting point, where a group of people were standing, including many members of the brass band, both men and women.

pong——!

With the sound of a gunshot, the athletes of Wujuejue started running from the starting line, and at the 100-meter mark, they began their first "blind box".

Leading the charge was Matsuoka Nobuyuki. As he reached into a box on the table and pulled out the note, a fierce look flashed across his face.

But before he could think further, he turned his gaze to the stands and, without waiting for the other person's consent, grabbed the person's arm directly in the crowd.

"Hurry up!" He seemed a little shy.

"Whoa!!!" Some boys started jeering even before they could see who he was pulling.

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When they saw that the person Matsuoka Shujira was actually Tenkai Sou, they shouted even louder, as if they had reverted to their ancestral ways.

“But Matsuoka: I like girls with a sweet scent.” Tenkai Cang hadn’t reacted yet; he couldn’t accept the fact that his friend’s sexual orientation had changed.

Matsuoka Nobuyuki opened the note and wanted to slap it in the face of every boy who was egging him on.

The note read: "Best friend".

Immediately afterwards, the other contestants started taking out slips of paper.

At their age, any contact with the opposite sex will prompt those around them to exclaim "Oh!"

Immediately, cheers of "Oh!" filled the air, and many of the contestants blushed.

Because she was a third-year student, Yuka Isomoto was at the very back of the line before she reached the front.

As if by chance, a staff member from the sports committee suddenly stepped forward and took the box that Yuka Isomoto wanted to draw.

"This box should be gone." She reached in, pretending to be calm, and pulled out a bill, saying, "Oh, there's one last one, this is for you."

After she finished speaking, she took the suitcase and left.

Yuka Isomoto didn't understand, but when she opened the note and saw what it said, she was stunned.