I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"Aren't you going with Nagase and the others? —Won't you be okay going alone?"

"With the money I have right now, I should be able to afford to eat my fill."

Saito Harutori's eyes immediately brightened, and she said softly, "But if Kitahara-sensei were by my side, I would definitely be able to live a better life, both materially and spiritually."

"Thank you for your compliment." Kitahara Hakuba smiled.

He was simply grateful that he had the ability to provide others with spiritual and material fulfillment, which is what many people strive for throughout their lives.

"Hmm, Saito-senpai, Kitahara-sensei?" A light, melodious voice reached my ears.

At the same instant, Kitahara Hakuba could feel the soft, warm thigh that was pressed against him move away.

It turns out it really was copied and pasted on purpose.

Kurosawa Maki wore an earth-colored scarf, which did look a bit rustic, but her youthful cuteness and black stockings made up for it.

Her legs were very thin, and compared to Saito Harukori's fuller legs, they couldn't quite fill out the alluring beauty of the pantyhose.

Good morning, Kurosawa-senpai.

Saito Harutori was the first to greet everyone with a smile, her tone both shy and extremely natural, just like she did with everyone else at school.

"It's strange. It's been several months, and this is the first time I've seen Saito-senpai and Kitahara-sensei together on this tram, in this carriage."

Even though there was an empty seat next to Kitahara Hakuba, Kurosawa Maki still chose to stand in front of him and grab the rings.

Her gaze swept over the two of them. She felt that Saito-senpai was sitting too close. Even though there were empty seats, she was sticking to them so tightly. She might as well get even closer and blend in with Kitahara-sensei.

But he dared not say it to her face.

Huh?! How could this senior be so mean! Sitting so close! Even Li Hua wouldn't go this far!

Saito Harutori raised a finger to her cheek and said with a smile:

"Perhaps this is fate? Just like meeting Ze-senpai today. *Zero^point-Kan+Book· !Gag?Xin·Zuiquan~"

Kurosawa Maki murmured to herself, raising her hand to pull down the scarf covering her lips, and said with a smile, "Ah, speaking of which, it's so cold today. I didn't want to get up so early, but when I thought about how each meeting with Kitahara-sensei would be one less time, I got up as usual!"

Saito Haruka kept smiling, perhaps because in her eyes, Kurosawa Maki was just a little kid who didn't need to be worried about.

"The real boss of this ensemble performance is Kitahara-sensei's group. Although the members inside are terrifying to look at, Tachibana and I won't give up."

Saito Harutori laughed and said, "You guys have a lot of confidence. I don't think I can beat Kitahara-sensei's group."

"As long as our Tachibana team unleashes its power, everything will be alright!"

Kurosawa Maki clenched her fist and raised it to her chest, "Even if we lose, it will definitely be the boys' responsibility!"

Saito Harutori: "Hehehe"

This is not just a casual excuse. As things stand, the quality of the male students in Kuno Tachibana Kinpachi is currently at the bottom of the brass band.

Suddenly, Kurosawa Maki released the ring, clapped her hands happily, and exclaimed, "Wow, it's raining again!" Her backpack was adorned with a euphonium pendant.

Kitahara Hakuba looked out the car window. Snowflakes were falling again, some sticking directly to the glass and melting into water after a while.

He couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement; living in Hokkaido during winter, one should always need to carry an umbrella.

When the train arrived at Wulingdun Station, Kurosawa Maki took a folding umbrella out of his bag, said goodbye to the two, and ran out quickly.

"Teacher Kitahara didn't bring an umbrella?" Saito Harutori stared in astonishment at Kitahara Hakuba, who was holding his bag over his head and was about to rush out.

"forgotten."

Upon receiving the acknowledgment, Saito Haruka's mouth opened slightly, because she really hadn't expected that the usually meticulous Kitahara-sensei would forget such a small matter.

But she never expected that such a plot would actually happen to someone like her; it felt like a dream.

"Let's get through this together?" she offered.

"No need, it's quite close to the school from here."

"Snowflakes melting into water when they land on you is a very unpleasant feeling."

Saito Harutori opened the folding umbrella; it was small, barely enough for two people to share. "Besides," she said, "if I don't help shield them, other girls will definitely help. So why can't it be me? Or... do you not want to share it with me?"

Her gentle and shy words did indeed stir Kitahara Hakuba's heart slightly; he could even detect anticipation and jealousy in the latter part of her sentence.

"Thank you for your trouble," Kitahara Hakuba said.

"No, you're the one who's being bothered."

Because of their height difference, she had to raise her hand high, and Kitahara Hakuba could smell a faint citrus scent wafting from her sleeve, mixed with the crispness of snow water.

The umbrella tilted instinctively toward him, and Kitahara Hakuba spoke up:

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"Give me the umbrella."

"No."

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Saito Haruki said "no" instead of "do not use," and Kitahara Hakuba was unwilling to think about the reasons behind it.

The girl's woolen scarf rustled against Kitahara Hakuba's coat, and a layer of white quickly settled on her right shoulder. He couldn't help but speak first:

“Saito-kun, if you continue like this, I will become the target of people’s criticism.”

Students around them would occasionally glance at the two of them. One was a popular teacher at the school, and the other was the school's most beautiful girl with the best figure. The two of them holding an umbrella were indeed very eye-catching.

However, Saito Haruki didn't say anything, she just breathed softly.

The white puffs of breath she exhaled were even more noticeable than the white steam that day in the bathroom.

Kitahara Hakuba couldn't take it anymore. Without saying much to him, he simply covered his head with his bag, stepped out of the umbrella's safe zone, and ran quickly towards the school.

"Teacher Kitahara!"

Saito Harutori froze for a moment, then instinctively cried out in regret, "I won't do it again! Come back!"

However, Kitahara Hakuma was already covered in snow, and adhering to the principle of either not getting a single snowflake on him or getting completely covered, he ran all the way.

"Look, doesn't that look like Kitahara-sensei?"

"Teacher Kitahara! I have an umbrella! Teacher Kitahara!!!"

"Teacher Kitahara, don't run away! My umbrella is so big!!"

On the way to school, Kitahara Hakuba heard many students shouting. Strangely, most of them were boys, who dared to shout in such a public place.

Saito Harukori isn't very good at sports, especially now that it's winter and she's wearing thick clothes; she gets panting after just a few steps.

They simply couldn't catch up with Kitahara Hakuba, who had sped off in a flash.

Finally running into the school gate, Kitahara Hakuba continued running towards the school building, catching glimpses of Kanzaki Eri, Nagase Tsukiyo, and Kuno Tachibana out of the corner of his eye.

At that moment, Kitahara Hakuba clearly noticed that he was being stared at by these girls.

But his gaze never wavered; appearance didn't matter, reaching the school building was enough.

Upon arriving at the shoe-changing area of ​​the school building, some girls who were changing their shoes, revealing various styles of white and black socks, were startled by Kitahara Hakuba's sudden entrance.

"Teacher Kitahara?"

"Teacher Kitahara, why aren't you using an umbrella? Oh dear, my bag is all wet."

"You idiot! If you had one, you'd definitely hold it in! Do you think this middle schooler is trying to look cool?!"

The pretty girls started chattering away. Kitahara Hakuba, panting, didn't say much. He simply opened the teacher's shoe cabinet against the wall and took out the slippers.

"Teacher Kitahara, are you alright?"

A girl's concerned voice came from behind him. Kitahara Hakuma put his sneakers in the shoe cabinet and turned around to find Eto Kana and Takahashi Kami.

Kitahara Hakuba felt that winter was terrible. Summer made him feel good, but winter was like wearing a straight tube, which erased the curves of a young girl's beautiful breasts.

"It's nothing, I just forgot my umbrella," he said.

Kami Takahashi sighed deeply, shook her head in feigned pain, and said:

"Student Shenxu is beyond saving. The teacher didn't even offer to help him because he didn't have an umbrella. His moral character has been completely lost."

"No, that's not true! It was Mr. Kitahara who kept running! We called to him from the road and he didn't stop!"

Tenkai So and some boys rushed in, panting. Their faces were flushed from running. "I was shouting the whole way, and Kitahara-sensei just kept running, like he'd seen a ghost!"

Kana Eto looked at the melting snow on their umbrellas, which immediately spread into small, dark water stains on the wooden floor, and quickly said:

"Tenkai, please shake your umbrellas out before bringing them in."

"Oh, oh, oh," the boys walked outside obediently and simultaneously shook their umbrellas.

To some extent, boys are actually better at following rules than girls, Kitahara Hakuba thought.

"Teacher Kitahara."

Kana Eto took out a handkerchief from her skirt pocket. It was a pure white handkerchief with the words "Pass the exam" cut out in dark green silk thread. "Want to wipe it off?"

"Thank you."

Kitahara Hakuba took the handkerchief; he had lost count of how many girls' handkerchiefs he had used.

Kana Eto stood still, raised her right leg, and gently tapped the wooden floor with the tip of her shoe, saying:

"By the way, Saito-senpai told me that we should have a party after the Christmas Dream Festival. I think it's a good idea, but I wonder what Kitahara-sensei is thinking?"

Kitahara Hakuba was stunned for a moment, then he had to admire Saito Haruka's thoughtfulness.

She had already agreed to and approved of this matter not long ago, but she still told Kana Eto that "we need to consult with Kitahara-sensei first."

Because Kitahara Hakuba's proposal and Kitahara Hakuba's acceptance are two completely different concepts.

"Personally, I have no objection."

Kitahara Hakuba handed her a soaked handkerchief and said, "Sorry, it's all wet."

"it's okay no problem!"

Kana Eto hurriedly crumpled the damp handkerchief into a ball and wrapped it in her hand, saying, "I'd rather feel embarrassed if it were dry, it would feel like it wasn't being used."

Kami Takahashi stood to the side with an indescribable expression, shrugging her shoulders.

"Mingwa"