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“Completely irrefutable…” The other Piccolo girl beside her gave a helpless smile.
Indeed, without Kitahara Hakuba, they could not have undergone such a transformation.
"Alright, dismissed," Kitahara Hakuba said.
As soon as he finished speaking, no member stood up first. It wasn't until they saw Kitahara Hakuba tidying up the sheet music on the table that they started to move.
He let us out really early today! I'm not kidding!
The chair, which had been in close contact with the girl's buttocks for hours, was finally moved, occasionally bumping into the music stand during the transport.
It produces a variety of sounds.
"Teacher Kitahara, is this alright? Should we just end the practice right away...?" Sakurako Yukawa stepped forward with her clarinet and asked.
Kitahara Hakuba said dismissively, "Minister Yukawa doesn't think it's acceptable?"
"It's not impossible..."
.
Sakurako lowered her eyes, watching the raindrops patter against the windowpane, a sound like the clinking of glass marbles she used to hear in the park when she was a child.
"I just... hope it can last a little longer."
Kitahara Hakuba ran his fingertips along the edge of the sheet music, speaking calmly:
"Minister Yuchuan, what are you talking about? This is a provincial conference, not a national conference."
"Sakurako listened to the rain casually, a bitter feeling welling up on the inside of her tongue, and a strange sense of fear surged into her heart, a feeling she had never had before."
But she understood what those feelings truly were.
She was afraid that her career in the newly established brass band would come to an end, afraid of being separated from her familiar environment, and afraid of the resignation ceremony scheduled for September.
I'm afraid it's not just her; every third-year student probably has this thought in their mind.
Kitahara Hakuba's gaze fell on the girl's distinctive three-strand braid, and he knew the worry in her heart.
Most of the people who suggested continuing to practice were third-year students; they were reluctant to leave their current wind band.
It felt like I had suffered for five years in elementary school, and then in sixth grade, the bathrooms and classrooms were suddenly renovated, and I was about to graduate.
The damp air slipped in through a crack in the window, and Kitahara Hakuba said with a bright smile:
"Minister Yuchuan, I only like to do meaningful things. As a teacher, I will continue your dreams."
His voice made Yukawa Sakurako's heart skip a beat.
One is "Continuing the Dream".
This was simply the most powerful word she had heard all year.
"Teacher Kitahara, is the club president causing you trouble again?" Sayaka Akamatsu stepped forward and said with a smile.
Sakurako Yuukawa's face stiffened, unsure how to retort, as she wondered if she was causing trouble.
“No, we were just chatting about some trivial things,” Kitahara Hakuba said.
"Sakurako, really. We've already let them go, are you going to bring everyone back?" Akamatsu Sayaka said.
"There's really nothing we can do about it..."
Sakurako Yukawa sighed and said,
"Let's hurry up and prepare the instruments; it's better than rushing around in the morning."
"Together! Together! Jia Hui, together!"
"Huh? Why?"
"Because I like being with you."
"Ugh, how disgusting!"
"Haha, Shenxu High School, Fight~~!"
"Oh my god... isn't it a bit too early to start reciting lines now?"
After saying goodbye to Kitahara Hakuba, the three of them left the music classroom together.
Before Kitahara Hakuba could go downstairs to check on Editor B, Kuno Tachibana and Nagasawa Miya walked in.
"Teacher Kitahara, do you know why Miya and I came to see you?"
Her little feet nimbly bounced on the soundproofing material, her skirt swaying gently like her hair.
Seeing the girl wink as she approached, Kitahara Hakuba pulled out his wallet without a word.
"Only two people? Where are Kirishima and Goto? Aren't you going to drink?"
"Oh dear, why do I feel like you're the one who wants to buy me a drink as soon as I arrive?"
Kuno Tachibana put her hands behind her back and pouted her lower lip coquettishly.
"If I really wanted you to come and invite me, I would definitely come by myself."
"What would you like to ask?" Kitahara Hakuba asked, putting away his wallet.
Kuno Tachibana nudged Nagasawa Mia with her elbow and said:
"Miya, what do you want to say?"
Miya Nagasawa's posture looked very unnatural, as if her muscles had been tense for a long time. Finally, as if giving up, she pressed her hands down on her skirt and bowed deeply to Hakuba Kitahara, saying:
"I'm sorry, Kitahara-sensei, for what I said to you in the office last time."
Kitahara Hakuba paused for a moment before remembering that she was referring to the incident before the holiday when she came to his office to question him.
To be honest, he had long since stopped caring about it, and he didn't think that Nagasawa Miya's behavior was bad; having a close friend from the same family wasn't unusual.
"Did Kuno-kun drag you here?" Kitahara Hakuba asked curiously.
"How can it be."
Kuno Tachibana feigned fragility, crossed her arms, and said, "How could a girl as small as me possibly pull this ox?"
"Huh? Me? Cow?" Nagasawa Miya straightened up and stared at her with a look that seemed to ask, "Are you alright?"
Seeing this, Kuno Tachibana sighed, raised his index finger and poked Nagasawa Mia's cheek, saying:
"Isn't it like a bull thrown into a gladiatorial arena, charging recklessly at Kitahara-sensei?"
Nagasawa Mia's cheeks were squeezed inwards by her index finger, and she also raised her hand to poke Kuno Tachibana's face, saying:
"If we're talking about oxen, you're probably the most suitable one. You just charge forward headlong, hit your horns, and end up crying and needing someone to comfort you."
"I'm not a crying baby," Kuno Tachibana retorted, poking her cheek even harder with his finger.
“That’s obvious, yet you still made Kitahara-sensei come to your house in person.” Nagasawa Miya retorted, not to be outdone.
They poked each other right in front of Kitahara Hakuba, their faces twisted from the poking, their eyes fixed on each other.
“I don’t care about these things,” Kitahara Hakuba said. “Besides, the brass band has a lot of things to do.”
The two let go at the same time.
Kuno Tachibana stretched out his arms like a penguin, bowed slightly to Kitahara Hakuba, and said:
"I'm so sorry I'm so cute! I'm so sorry you have to think about me so much!"
Mia Nagasawa couldn't help but glance at him and remark:
"When Mr. Kitahara was talking about 'the brass band issue,' he wasn't just referring to you alone."
"Teacher Kitahara, ignore her."
"He's started talking to himself again."
"Teacher Kitahara, ignore her."
"what?"
"Teacher Kitahara, ignore her."
Miyako Nagasawa took a deep breath and bowed to Hakuba Kitahara again: "Teacher Kitahara, I'll be going now."
"Ah."
She turned and left immediately, put on her shoes at the door, and then called out to the inside:
"Lihua, I've taken your shoes. Go get them from the trumpet section classroom yourself."
"Hey!" Kuno Tachibana, who had intended to stay there for a while, had no choice but to chase after them. "It's filthy!"
"Didn't you wear socks?"
"I meant the soles of the socks get dirty! White ones are really hard to wash!"
The girl's voice gradually faded from Kitahara Hakuba's ears, and he turned to look at the cabinet against the wall.
Compared to when he first arrived, the only additions inside were medals and trophies from the Hakodate Regional Tournament.
As for why the best conductor from the music competition wasn't included, it's because Kitahara Hakuba felt that this wasn't an honor for the brass band, and he didn't want his name to be placed alone in everyone's showcase.
This year, he is determined to fill it with the honors that belong to them, the honors that belong to the wind band.
Kitahara Hakuba withdrew his gaze, packed his things, and left the first music classroom. There were many club members chatting and looking around in the corridor.
Members passing by greeted him, and Kitahara Hakuba responded to each one.
He stopped as he passed the oboe and bassoon sections.
Hama Watanabe and Mai Kirishima are not here, and Kana Eto is receiving guidance in Class B. Now, only Eri Kanzaki is left in the classroom.
However, unlike before, a pair of white socks were prominently displayed on the podium.
Eri Kanzaki stood barefoot on the floor, intently studying the sheet music.
Her toes were small and cute, with her nails tinged with a faint cherry blossom color, and no calluses were visible from the side.
"Because it rained today, people's socks inevitably got splashed with water on the way here, so they often took them off and left them to dry."
A silvery voice came from beside him. Kitahara Hakuba turned around and saw that it was Nagase Tsukiyo.
Her small, dignified face and clear eyes seemed to hold tranquil spring water, undisturbed by any ripples.