I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Yuka Isomoto dared not move, only the faint sound of air passing through her throat could be heard.

Nagase Tsukiyo, however, was even more nervous than her. She pressed her fingertips firmly against the keys, a smile gracing her delicate face as she offered to explain:

"Shinomiya-sensei, what Eri means is that we can play it directly today, and we can also try to understand the score tomorrow. I'm sorry, it's actually difficult for Eri to express herself clearly."

“Hmm

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Eri Kanzaki's shoulders were tense, as if to relieve her inner turmoil, and she held the reed in her mouth, seemingly not intending to speak.

"Yes, yes, haha, Shinomiya-sensei, that's how Eri Kami talks, but she's always been very gentle!" Yuka Isomoto quickly straightened her back to defend herself.

However, Nagase Tsukiyo frowned slightly and glanced at Isomoto Yuka, seemingly thinking that such an explanation was completely unnecessary and would only lead to speculation.

Kitahara Hakuba's expression was somewhat subtle. This was not a suitable situation for him to speak up for Kanzaki Eri, but fortunately, the two of them were there today, so he wouldn't feel too awkward.

"is it?"

Haruka Shinomiya's smile blossomed instantly, the curve perfectly measured, not a fraction more or less.

"I thought Kanzaki-san disliked me, and I was a little worried because I used to be a teacher, and it's actually quite heartbreaking to be disliked by students."

While the others chuckled awkwardly, Kitahara Hakuba said:

"I can understand."

"Really?" Shinomiya Haruka narrowed her eyes slightly, staring at him. Kitahara Hakuba leaned against the lectern behind him and said:

"Of course, although my teaching qualifications are not very good, I can understand the feeling of being worried about being disliked by students, especially before the National Conference, when I always thought I would be impeached and forced to resign."

Nagase Tsukiyo glanced at him; his smile was impeccable, even elegant in her eyes.

But why am I a little scared?

He subconsciously glanced at Yuka Isomoto beside him, and coincidentally, she was also looking at him, those brown eyes born in Aomori.

It was as if he was asking himself what to do next.

They all asked me what to do.

Nagase Tsukiyo pressed her legs together tightly, and the faint sound of her thermal stockings rubbing against her thighs could be heard:

"How about we play a duet today, Kitahara-sensei?"

“Yes, yes, I also think that would be better,” Yuka Isomoto quickly chimed in.

"We'll talk about music theory tomorrow. Let's practice the ensemble today. There's no conductor for the ensemble, so please keep time on your own."

Kitahara Hakuba's solemn expression, like his smile, vanished silently, leaving behind an unfathomable calm.

Nagase Tsukiyo lowered her eyes slightly, no longer having the courage or confidence to even look at Kanzaki Eri.

Just how far had things progressed between Eri and him that she dared to say these things to Shinomiya-sensei right here?

Aren't you worried about being scolded by Kitahara-sensei? Or does Eri believe that their relationship is beyond reproach?

"Why

"

He was thinking too much, so much so that Nagase Tsukiyo didn't even notice that he was letting out a long, worried sigh.

"What's wrong? Is the trumpet melody difficult?" Kitahara Hakuba suddenly asked.

Nagase Tsukiyo raised her small face, shook her head and said, "No, it should be no problem for me."

"As expected of the good student that Kitahara-sensei always talks about." Shinomiya Haruka smiled at her.

嗯：

Strangely, Nagase Tsukiyo wasn't happy about what Shinomiya-sensei said this time.

Because of Eri Kanzaki, she understood something.

I see. If someone of Kitahara-sensei's status really had feelings for her, then he should have kept her name in his heart instead of flaunting it to his girlfriend.

Because love is always a private matter, not to mention the "flaws" and "imperfections" in their relationship, these should be buried deep in their hearts, turning into a sweet thorn that can only be tasted by the two of them in private.

If Kitahara-sensei keeps bragging about her, then in a way, it means I've already lost my chance.

A cold wind blew in through a cracked window, the earthy smell of which made Nagase Tsukiyo feel a heavy fatigue.

In this way, the best friend in his heart may have already "met" with him several times, while he is still immersed in the fantasy that everything is fine.

At this moment, the saxophone sounded, its tone extremely modest, without the slightest harshness.

Nagase Tsukiyo looked at the sheet music.

Now that things have come to this, let's focus on playing this piece well first.

Practice ended at 7:30 PM.

Nagase Tsukiyo believes that Shinomiya Haruka's piano skills are quite average; to put it bluntly, they would be considered slightly above average.

She is far inferior to him.

I never expected that Kitahara-sensei's girlfriend would be such an ordinary woman.

"Want to go out for dinner? Girls these days probably all love barbecue, right? I know a really good place," Shinomiya Haruka invited the three of them.

Yuka Isomoto slightly opened her mouth, almost saying "Okay!"

She was actually quite hungry a long time ago, but everyone was practicing, and considering herself to be at the bottom of the group, she was too embarrassed to say, "How about we eat first?"

Yuka Isomoto also thought to herself that once Kitahara-sensei started practicing the postures, he seemed to have no idea what time was.

Nagase Tsukiyo, carrying a black musical instrument case, smiled serenely:

"You're too kind. But my family has already cooked dinner, and I don't feel comfortable saying I won't be able to come back for dinner."

Before Shinomiya Haruka could finish speaking, Nagase Tsukiyo interrupted, saying:

"I'm sorry, Hyeri also came to my house for dinner tonight."

"Oh," Shinomiya Haruka said, somewhat surprised by her reaction, then smiled and looked at Isomoto Yuka, saying, "Isomoto-chan?"

"Listen to that"

Yuka Isomoto swallowed hard. If Nagase and the other two went, she would naturally go too.

But now that neither of them is going, there's no reason for me to go eat barbecue.

"I deliberately left some rice yesterday, so I'm going to make fried rice with eggs today."

fake.

"Isn't grilled meat tastier than fried rice?" Kitahara Hakuba said, which really surprised Isomoto Yuka.

Was he inviting him too? Why wasn't he afraid?

Let her have dinner alone with him, who already has a girlfriend.

Even if Kitahara-sensei can overcome her inner hurdle, Isomoto Yuka cannot.

The tuba girl took a deep breath, puffed out her rounded chest beneath her uniform, and said with a resolute expression:

"The fried rice with egg is delicious! I haven't had fried rice with egg in ages!"

"Alright, alright, I won't force you to go then." Shinomiya Haruka said, picking up her shoulder bag. "But we're going the same way, so I'll take you home."

"This

Shinomiya Haruka walked up to Isomoto Yuka, gently tapped her nose with her slender white finger, and said:

"In a way, I'm your senior, your teacher, and now your partner. Surely little sister Jiyuan wouldn't disrespect me?"

Yuka Isomoto didn't know what to say, and could only look at Hakuba Kitahara.

"It's alright, let's go back together."

"Okay"

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"Teacher Kitahara, Teacher Shinomiya, Yuka, we're leaving now."

"Be careful on the road. Jingwu Xiaoshui Zou Zhui Zui Xin Zhang Jie"

"kindness."

As Nagase Tsukiyo walked out of the classroom, Kanzaki Eri activated her auto-follow function again, maintaining a two-meter distance between them.

"It's so cold." Nagase Tsukiyo murmured and stopped walking, and the girl behind her stopped at the same time.

Thankfully, I've been wearing pantyhose these past few days. They feel smooth to the touch, and no matter how much cold wind blows, my legs stay warm.

Nagase Tsukiyo took a black and white checkered scarf out of her bag and wrapped it around her neck several times.

It's warmer now.

"Huili?"

Hearing her voice, Eri Kanzaki looked up.

"Where's your wallet? It's snowing tonight, it'll be cold!"

Eri Kanzaki simply shook her head, it was unclear whether she hadn't brought it or didn't want to.

In front of the club building, Nagase Tsukiyo exhaled a breath of hot air, the mist that could be seen during the day completely hidden in the cold white light.

"It'll be cold." Nagase Tsukiyo walked up to her and took off the bib she had just put on.

The scarf, still warm from the previous day, was placed around Eri Kanzaki's neck.

"What you said was dangerous; don't say it again."

Her voice carried no reproach, but rather sounded like a warm, delicate fabric gently brushing against the skin, like a scarf around the neck.

Kanzaki Eri's eyelashes trembled slightly as she gazed at the beautiful face so close to hers:

"I like him very much."

The girl's voice trailed off with a faint, breathy tremor.

Like the edge of a butterfly's fluttering wings, the softest down feathers brush against the tip of the heart, bringing a clear, trembling feeling to Nagase Tsukiyo as well.

Hmm: