I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"That's good."

Sakurako's throat trembled slightly as the setting sun, streaming in from the corridor window, outlined the rounded thighs beneath their skirts.

Below, a pair of white and black knee-high socks stood out starkly at this moment.

“Speaking of which, it seems like Yuka hasn’t been with everyone these past few days…::” Yuka placed her hands behind her back, her palms just big enough to hold three braids of hair.

Saito Harutori's eyes flickered slightly, then she slowly relaxed her lips, saying with a half-smile:

"She's probably been busy with practice lately. After all, she managed to get into the A section under Kitahara-sensei's tutelage, so she needs to make the most of her position."

"Speaking of which, Haruno, do you know what Yuka's route chart looks like?" Yukawa Sakurako suddenly asked.

"Hmm? That one?"

Saito Harutori looked away, her tone light and melodious as she spoke.

"I didn't ask about that; after all, it's her own future."

Her smile made Yukawa Sakura momentarily forget to breathe. The thought that what she said in the classroom might be true made her heart flutter for some reason.

Sakurako Yukawa's voice, compared to her usual gentleness, sounded only of intense anxiety this time:

"As friends, shouldn't we be aware of this situation?"

"It's okay now."

Saito Harutori smiled and reached out to put her arm around Yukawa Sakurako's arm, saying...

“Yuxiang isn’t a child anymore. If she didn’t bring it up, it means she didn’t want to. As a friend, it’s best not to ask. Besides, she’s seventeen years old and can make her own decisions.”

"That's not how it is."

The words of denial stirred up a storm in Sakurako's mind.

Whether or not one has a partner or friends, one should indeed be self-reliant. This is both to protect oneself and to prevent others from bearing the burden of one's weaknesses and life.

However, mutual help and dependence are two completely different things! Why doesn't Qingniao understand these things?

Thinking of this, Sakurako Yukawa's brows furrowed slightly, but she still couldn't utter a single word.

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My body vibrates at a certain frequency in sync with the mains electricity. The sky outside the window is a slightly bluish-green, and I can faintly see my face through the dim sunlight.

Inside the carriage, everyone's face showed the weariness of being off school or get off work. The calming atmosphere flowing through the carriage was as comforting as warm water at 39 degrees Celsius.

Kitahara Hakuba had a "CATCHCAKES" cheesecake on his lap. He bought the maple flavor, which melted in his mouth and had a rich, creamy taste.

However, the shelf life is very short, only six hours, so you have to take it back and eat it immediately.

This was bought for Shinomiya Haruka. Considering their relationship and the many times she has helped him, a gift is still necessary.

After all, it would be a waste not to use the soundproof room that we paid for. Tonight's JK girl is still Yuka Isomoto.

"A soundproof room where you can't get out without practicing hard"?

Carrying the cake, I arrived at Shinomiya Haruka's music store. I performed as usual, but there was no one else there except her.

Upon opening the door, I encountered Shinomiya Haruka coming down from upstairs, carrying a euphonium mouthpiece box in her hand.

Because the store had air conditioning, she was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt, a bow tie, a black pleated skirt, and black stockings that covered her legs.

Haruka Shinomiya has absolutely beautiful proportions; she's slender yet has a bony figure.

"I dressed this especially for you, what do you think?" She cast a suggestive glance at me.

Kitahara Hakuba gave a thumbs up.

"Close the shop." Shinomiya Haruka gestured for him to flip the shop sign over.

Kitahara Hakuba obediently did as he was told, and the moment he placed the cake on the counter, she clung to him and hugged him tightly.

He placed his hand on Shinomiya Haruka's slender waist, his gaze shifting downwards to the white shirt that was almost bursting out, a wave of heat rushing straight to Kitahara Hakuba's forehead.

When warm breath touched Shinomiya Haruka's neck, her body would tremble slightly as if in a spasm.

Just as Shinomiya Haruka's face revealed a seductive smile as if she wanted to devour him, she immediately sighed, pushed him away, waved her hand, and said:

"Let's find a hotel from now on."

"Huh?" Kitahara Hakuba frowned in confusion as he saw her suddenly lose interest.

Shinomiya pointed to the door and walked inside, seemingly feeling that this outfit was not suitable for public appearances.

Kitahara Hakuba turned around and saw that it was Isomoto Yuka with her hands pressed against the glass, as if she were spying on it, her eyes darting inside.

Beside her stood a girl carrying a cake.

One person was carrying a euphonium shoulder bag, and the other was carrying an oboe instrument case; their reasons for being here were obvious.

Kitahara Hakuba forced himself to calm down before opening the door.

"Iso Gen-kun, Eto-kun."

Kitahara Hakuba hadn't actually told the other high school girls that he had a "soundproof room here that you can't get out of unless you practice hard."

Since it was private tutoring, he planned to tutor each girl one by one.

At the same time, the focus is not on recruiting students at the S level, but rather on recruiting students at the A level and below.

Girls like Yuka Isomoto, who have low growth potential, are prone to making mistakes while playing.

Yuka Isomoto, holding the black bra straps with both hands, said with a wry smile:

"Um... Mr. Kitahara, I actually bumped into Eto here... I definitely didn't tell her that you were giving private lessons here!"

Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but give a wry smile:

“Isomoto-kun, your statement seems more likely to arouse suspicion.”

“Hmm…” Yuka Isomoto blushed and pouted slightly.

Kana Eto, carrying her instrument case in both hands, stepped onto a step in her black loafers and bowed deeply to Hakuba Kitahara, saying:

"It was I who pestered Isogen-senpai to find out the teacher's address! None of this has anything to do with Isogen-senpai! Kitahara-sensei! I'm sorry!"

“Mingwa…..··”

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Yuka Isomoto's face flushed even redder, and she quickly clasped her hands together in front of Hakuba Kitahara.

"I'm sorry! Because, like me back then, Eto-senpai (Junior) acted on impulse..."

Kitahara Hakuba turned to the side with an air of nonchalance, his lips slightly curved into a faint smile:

"It's alright. I rented this soundproof room to teach you. No need to apologize, come in."

Yuka Isomoto nodded quickly and nimbly entered the music store with her black shoulder bag, only to find Kana Eto still standing alone at the door, her hands still tucked into her sleeves.

"Eto-senpai?"

Kana Eto stood at the door, feeling extremely uncomfortable, holding the same cake that Hakuba Kitahara had bought; it looked like a gift.

"Teacher Kitahara, please teach me!"

The girl loosened her tightly clenched lips and bowed again, her skirt swaying gently against the back of her fair thighs.

"I know this isn't fair to the two of them! But I really want to compete! I don't want to feel like I'm going to be in section A first and then ending up in section B!"

Kitahara Hakuba hesitated for a moment, and through the gaps in her black hair, one could see that her ears were red.

But he could understand Kana Eto's feelings, the feeling of being about to be swept off a cliff by a torrent, and finally grabbing onto the last straw.

"There's no such thing as fairness or unfairness."

Kitahara Hakuba put his hands in his pockets and said calmly, "Don't add unnecessary psychological burdens and guilt to yourself. You and Isogen are the same; you got here through your own efforts. Come in, I'll teach you tonight."

"Thanks--!"

Kana Eto's tone was much more excited. She had imagined all sorts of scenarios of being rejected by Hakuba Kitahara, but she never thought it would go so smoothly.

As if unwilling to give up this opportunity, she quickly stepped onto the three steps in front of the music store.

As a result of her excitement, the front of her shoe got stuck under a protruding tile on the step, causing her to fall forward along with the cake and instrument case she was holding.

"Hmm!"

Kitahara Hakuba panicked instinctively and reached out to support Eto Kana, who was leaning forward.

His left hand smoothly slipped under the girl's armpit, but his right hand first brushed against her tightly, and after a warm sensation, he finally supported her.

"Ouch! My back—!"

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Because of the fall, Kana Eto's upper body landed on Hakuma Kitahara, while her lower body was in a half-kneeling position, but fortunately she didn't make a close-up contact with the ground.

Yuka Isomoto was startled, but quickly exclaimed in astonishment:

"Junior Eto! Your willpower is incredible! You didn't even drop the instrument case or the cake! It's a miracle!"

Kitahara Hakuma lifted Eto Kana up with both hands like he was holding a cat, and made her stand upright. The fleshy texture of her right hand was still there.

"call......

Kana Eto slowly steadied herself, her legs trembling slightly beneath her skirt. "N-nothing...it's alright..."

She was so panicked that she almost fell, her mind was almost blank, and she couldn't possibly think about the fact that Kitahara Hakuma had "hit her flesh".

The girl's breasts didn't look big, but for some reason they were soft.

Kitahara Hakuba shook hands in return, closed the door, and said:

"It's okay."

Kana Eto's voice glistened with tears as she groaned:

"If I lose my things, I'll have to atone with my death. I can't even walk up a flight of stairs; I'm so useless."

I’m so sorry!

"No need for that, a quick clean-up will do," Kitahara Hakuba reassured him in a cheerful tone. "Was this cake for me?"

Kana Eto blushed slightly and said:

"Well, I bought this because I didn't know what Kitahara-sensei liked to eat."