I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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“By the way, I’ll be going to Tokyo for a few days after the cultural festival,” he said.

Eri Kanzaki lowered her oboe, raised her hand, and gestured with her sideways hair, saying:

"doing what?"

"The teacher seminar arranged by the school is a one-day meeting, but it happens to be on the weekend. I don't have enough time to travel back and forth in one day, so I will go for three days."

In fact, Kitahara Hakuba didn't care about the seminar at all; he was just taking this opportunity to go home to visit his family and relax.

"Ugh." A meaningless groan escaped from deep within Kanzaki Eri's throat.

Kitahara Hakuba lightly tapped his thigh with his finger and said:

"It just so happens that the music university you applied to is also having an open day. Would you like to take this opportunity to go and have a look?"

Eri Kanzaki tilted her pretty face up, her long, silky hair cascading over her shoulders:

"Go back to Tokyo with you?"

Kitahara Hakuba nodded:

"The teacher seminar is only one day long, so it's fine as long as you have free time. The open day is from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m.,"

Kanzaki Eri suddenly raised her hand to cover her mouth, as if smiling with satisfaction, her eyes crinkling as she whispered:

"Let's go back to Tokyo together"

"Don't you want to?"

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"Yes," she nodded.

"That's settled then, keep practicing."

Kitahara Hakuba stood up. He had come back to make coffee; he couldn't spend all his time with Eri.

"Oh, right, Nagase-san will be coming too. You two can talk things over then."

Upon hearing his words, a hint of surprise flashed across Kanzaki Eri's face, followed by a somewhat dejected shrug.

Watching Kitahara Hakuba's retreating figure as he left the classroom, Kanzaki Eri looked out the window, where she saw the light of the library in the corner of the school building.

I turned my gaze back to the sheet music, but I had completely lost the will to continue practicing.

He tidied up the oboe and put it in its case before heading outside.

"Eri, haven't you gone back yet?"

"Kansaki-san, you play the oboe beautifully!"

On the way to the library, there were always students who hadn't left greeting Kanzaki Eri.

To them, although Eri Kanzaki was not talkative, she was so cute that no one didn't want to be close to her.

But Eri Kanzaki only nodded slightly in response, like a wind-up toy, moving with an extremely steady pace.

Heading towards the destination.

The library was dimly lit, as if filtered through a thin veil, softly draped over each row of bookshelves.

Those who remain here now are three-year students preparing for the college entrance examination. As a local high school, Shenxu is actually not bad in terms of quality.

They were so engrossed in their studies that they didn't notice who came in and who went out.

The rustling sound of pages turning could be heard from time to time. Kanzaki Eri stood still and looked around before finally spotting Nagase Tsukiyo, who was engrossed in solving a problem by the window.

She strolled forward, but Nagase Tsukiyo, engrossed in solving the puzzle, remained completely unaware of her presence.

It wasn't until Kanzaki Eri's figure blocked the light that Nagase Tsukiyo's gaze lifted from the densely packed characters on the book.

"Huili?"

"Moonlit night."

Eri Kanzaki's cherry-pink lips opened and closed like a goldfish's, as she spoke slowly and deliberately.

Why be so selfish again?

Nagase Tsukiyo's eyes widened, and she said, not quite understanding, "What does this mean? What nonsense are you talking about?"

Is this really so inexplicable?

Kanzaki Eri's gaze remained fixed on her textbook as she spoke calmly.

Why does Tsukiyo cling to Kitahara-sensei despite the happiness of those around her?

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Nagase Tsukiyo gripped the mechanical pencil tightly in her right hand, the scene before her eyes shrouded in a thin mist, as if some unknown terror was quietly approaching.

After a few seconds of pause, she suddenly realized what was happening, her breath caught in her throat, and she squeezed her legs tightly together under the table.

But Nagase Tsukiyo frowned and retorted coldly and seriously, "Holding onto Kitahara-sensei so tightly? How could I do such a thing! Explain yourself!"

Her rebuttal drew the attention of the students around her.

Kanzaki Eri looked down at her expressionlessly and said:

"Seminar, Tokyo, Tokyo University of Music Open Day."

A string of words that came out of her mouth were mercilessly thrown onto Nagase Tsukiyo's pretty face.

A sense of dread, as if a shameful secret had been brought up, instantly gripped her back.

Nagase Tsukiyo loosened her grip on the mechanical pencil, her hand retreating as if fleeing and hiding under the table, seemingly trying to relieve her gloom, the two hands constantly intertwining.

With her hands bound behind her back, Kanzaki Eri leaned down and stared at Nagase Tsukiyo, who was looking down, constantly rubbing her fingernails, and whose eyes were wandering. She said:

"If you're truly selfless, why didn't you tell me? Did you want to go alone?"

“Hmm

Nagase Tsukiyo's fingers tightened involuntarily, a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, and she looked away warily, not daring to say a word.

She wanted to get up and leave, but Hui Li's gaze made her feel as heavy as lead, unable to move.

Eri Kanzaki pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down politely.

"From childhood, I've always obeyed you. I'll do whatever you ask and try my best to make you happy."

However, he was always preoccupied with his own moonlit nights and never cared about my feelings.

Every word she uttered was like a drumbeat striking Nagase Tsukiyo's eardrums, and fear gripped her throat like an invisible hand.

Just then, the sound of the librarian pushing a bookshelf could be heard, followed by Eri Kanzaki's emotionless pronouncement:

"So, I hate you."

Nagase Tsukiyo's pupils suddenly contracted. The girl in front of him seemed unfamiliar and terrifying, and his body involuntarily stiffened.

"But don't worry."

Eri Kanzaki held a strand of hair to her cheek, her eyes slightly downturned.

"I hate Saito more than you."

As she spoke, she stood up, her slender, pale legs hitting the chair behind her, the sound of the chair legs scraping against the floor clearly audible.

Nagase Tsukiyo kept her head down like a child who had done something wrong. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kanzaki Eri slowly walk to her side, cover her skirt with her hands, squat down, and tilt her head to stare at her.

"Ugh!"

Nagase Tsukiyo's body instinctively shifted to the right, her delicate shoulders trembling slightly. She raised her left hand to cover her face, seemingly trying to block Eri's view.

From Kanzaki Eri's delicate throat, words uttered that left her mind blank for a moment:

"With your selfishness, Kitahara-sensei will never like you in his entire life."

Chapter 213, Section 212: The Wrong Person Wasn't Me at All (4K)

The special training session didn't end until 10 PM, and Kitahara Hakuba let the saxophone section members leave. (Laura's Little Novel & First Release!)

Kana Eto had been waiting in the next classroom until now, and he was quite surprised when he came out and saw her chatting with Kami Takahashi.

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The two spoke in unison, and at the same time, Takahashi Kami immediately made a gun gesture and shouted:

"happyicecrea——!"

Kana Eto, who had only managed to say "happy" to the side, stomped her foot in frustration, her skirt swaying gently with the movement.

"Ugh! Damn it! I didn't react in time!"

Kitahara Hakuba, with the sheet music tucked under his arm, passed by them and asked:

"What is this? Happy Ice Cream?"

Kami Takahashi's laughter was as clear and melodious as a silver bell, as if winning the ice cream contest had dispelled all the fatigue she had accumulated.

"It's a game where if both sides unconsciously say similar things, the person who reacts first and shouts 'Happy Ice Cream' wins the ice cream."

Kana Eto blushed, and somewhat embarrassedly brushed her hair back while smiling, saying:

"But this might be too naive for you, Kitahara-sensei."

Kitahara Hakuba paused, then forced a gentle smile onto his face:

"So that's how it is. I've never heard anyone mention it before, so I was a little curious."

“Because the probability of this is actually quite small, it’s very interesting,” Kami Takahashi said with a smile.

“Indeed.” Kitahara Hakuba smiled at the two of them, thinking to himself that this was another little-known fact about the girls in the brass band. “Be careful on your way home, and don’t linger outside.”

"Okay, goodbye Kitahara-sensei."

"Okay, goodbye Kitahara-sensei."

The two spoke in unison again, and Kana Eto hurriedly took a breath, her face flushed, and shouted:

"happyicecraea

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Before she could even finish speaking and feel happy, Takahashi Kami pinched the soft flesh on her arm and mercilessly teased her: