I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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On the way back to the dormitory, many members looked at him nervously, especially the members of the A-section who had participated in the Hakodate Regional Conference, all of whom wanted to keep their spots.

After locking the drawer and leaving the dormitory, they met up with Haruka Shinomiya and headed to the fireworks display area.

More than ninety people gathered on the field. The boys checked that the fire-fighting equipment was working, while the girls held the sparklers they had been given.

Girls had already lit sparklers, and the air was filled with the whooshing sound of gunpowder igniting and the smell of burning.

"Miss Shinomiya, would you like to play with sparklers? I'll go get you a few."

Kitahara Hakuba stood to the side, watching the girls squat together, gazing at the flames that changed from red to green to blue, and kept saying, "So beautiful~".

Although he thought it was pretty average, Shinomiya Haruka had said that communicating with girls requires emotion rather than reason.

"I don't think I'm suited for something so girly," said Haruka Shinomiya.

Kitahara Hakuba, with his hands in his pockets and a smile playing on his lips, said, "What's inappropriate about it? In my eyes, you're still a lovely young girl."

"Huh?"

Shinomiya Haruka meaningfully averted her gaze, then pressed her soft, smooth arm against his body and said...

"Teacher Kitahara, am I more naive than your students?"

Kitahara Hakuba gasped, pulled his hand out of his pocket, and casually mumbled:

"These boys in Songgang don't even know how to operate a fire extinguisher; they need to be taught a lesson."

He quickly approached Matsuoka Nobuyuki and Tenkai Sou, who were fiddling with the fire extinguisher.

"Strange? Why can't I press it down?"

"Are you stupid? Let me do it!"

"You can't do it either, can you? Hey, you're not going to try to pull off a miracle with brute force, are you? You'll have to pay for it if you break it! I don't have any money!"

Kitahara Hakuba stepped forward and said:

"You two, what are you pressing here without removing that silver safety ring? Give it to me."

He took the fire extinguisher from Tian Haicang's hand, pulled off the safety ring with one hand, and the mantra "lift, pull, grip, press" was already imprinted in his mind.

The dry powder fire extinguisher immediately sprayed out white powder, causing Matsuoka Osamu and Tenkai So to let out excited screams.

Shinomiya Haruka walked over, and although the wind wasn't strong, some dust still rose up.

After Kitahara Hakuba taught them how to use a fire extinguisher, the two boys picked up the red canisters and went on patrol.

"It seems like no girls came to hang out with you today?" Shinomiya Haruka crossed her arms and looked around.

Kuno Tachibana and the first-year students formed a circle and set off fireworks, while the third-year students gathered in twos and threes to set them off as well, but no one came over to call Kitahara Hakuba to set them off together.

Kitahara Hakuba wasn't surprised. Now that the auditions were over, every member was putting some psychological pressure on him.

Even Kuno Tachibana didn't come up to him. Instead, he obediently squatted on the ground watching the sparkler without saying a word, which shows how much pressure he was under.

Shinomiya Haruka raised a finger and pinched her chin, then winked at Kitahara Hakuba:

"Is now our time?"

"We still have to look after them."

"I think the officers in the brass band can take good care of you."

Without a word, Shinomiya Haruka took Kitahara Hakuma's hand, left the courtyard, and pulled him towards the dormitory building.

She pulled Kitahara Hakuba directly into the women's restroom and into one of the stalls.

It doesn't smell bad; it even has a faint, refreshing fruity scent.

"Wait... this isn't a place I can go in..."

Before Kitahara Hakuba could finish his panicked words, Shinomiya Haruka wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his.

He naturally put his arm around her slender waist.

For a long time, Kitahara Hakuba could only hear the sound of the ventilation fan running and the two of them making soft, sticky sounds until they could barely breathe, and then their lips parted.

Kitahara Hakuma sat on the toilet seat, looking up at Shinomiya Haruka, whose face was flushed and whose breath was hot.

"What are you doing... This is going too far here..."

"It's all your fault for insisting that I live with those girls. I can't even think about them at night. You have to make it up to me." Shinomiya Haruka straddled his lap.

Kitahara Hakuba spat and said, "But it's very inconvenient here."

"They were playing with fireworks, and you could hear the door opening when someone came in."

Shinomiya Haruka brought her cherry-red lips close to his ear and spoke in a seductive voice.

"Hurry, it's right here."

Kitahara Hakuma couldn't resist any longer and hugged her tightly, kissing her fair and slender neck and drawing peach blossoms all over her full and voluptuous body.

The beautiful woman, who was usually gentle and dignified in front of her students, was now being wantonly ravaged by him.

Midway through, the sound of a door opening rang out, followed by the girls' conversation.

"I trust Kitahara-sensei. Whatever decision he makes, I will follow his arrangements. Kitahara-sensei has taught us with all his might. If Kuno is really chosen, I will not ask for a vote among the club members."

"Indeed, if you want to succeed, simply taking care of people's feelings is useless."

Judging from the girl's tone, it is Sakurako Kawai and Sayaka Akamatsu.

"Looking back now, I should have stopped Harutori when he suggested a vote among the club members last time. Perhaps from Kitahara-sensei's perspective, we were too disrespectful to him at the time."

"But he wasn't angry; he still let everyone vote."

"Haha, but thinking back to when he suddenly played the trumpet and then voted first, it scared us half to death."

"Yes, yes, yes! It was really scary. I was thinking, 'Huh? Isn't this a recent graduate? Why can he play the piano and the trumpet?' It turned out he was proficient in all kinds of instruments. It's unbelievable."

Then, they heard the sound of a toilet flushing and a girl lifting her skirt.

"If Tsukiyo and Kuno's solo performance is performed this time, I need to tell everyone in advance that we must not cause any more disputes, and we should follow Kitahara-sensei's arrangements."

"Don't worry, I don't think anyone will suggest coming back again after Qingniao leaves."

"That's right."

Listening to the conversation between Yukawa Sakurako and Akamatsu Sayaka, Kitahara Hakuba, who was busy, suddenly felt a little nostalgic.

The trumpet competition between Kuno and Amemori was several months ago, when he was still a recent graduate who was not taken seriously by the members of the brass band.

Now, it has become an indispensable part of the wind instrument section.

Kitahara Hakuba suddenly felt a great sense of accomplishment, but Shinomiya Haruka was somewhat unhappy and sat down as if being punished:

"Ugh—!"

"What was that sound?"

"I didn't hear anything? What was that sound?"

"Hmm... I must have misheard! Quick, quick, Jia Hui said they're about to set off the spinning fireworks!"

The two girls quickly left, leaving only Kitahara Hakuba and Shinomiya Haruka in the bathroom.

"Do you want me to be ruined...?" Kitahara Hakuba breathed a sigh of relief.

Shinomiya Haruka lowered her head, her breath hot.

"I raise you."

At the training camp, the girls' fireworks were like their overflowing affection, with gunpowder exploding one after another on the sparklers.

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The selection results will be announced at 8:00 a.m. in the concert hall.

More than ninety members of the wind instrument section gathered together. It was a very hot day, and the temperature of the standing air conditioner was set to twenty-two degrees Celsius.

Even so, the temperature inside the concert hall didn't seem to drop.

Kitahara Hakuba stood on the stage, his gaze sweeping over the members below. In his hand was a white list, which contained the A-team members and soloists for this All-Do Tournament.

All eyes were on him, and his heart was pounding louder than if he were running 50 meters.

"Next, the selection results will be announced. In fact, everyone has improved a lot. Even I still have some difficulty in making a selection. But as the instructor, I need to be responsible for selecting the strongest lineup for the brass band."

Normally, Kuno Tachibana might stand up and complain, saying things like, "Are you stacking armor?"

But this time, she also stared ahead with a solemn expression, waiting for the list to be announced, and was much quieter.

Kitahara Hakuba held up the list in his hand, a gesture that made many people hold their breath.

"Group A consists of fifty-five people, and fifty-five of them are qualified. They will be selected according to the order of the audition. When a name is called, the member should respond. The announcement will start with the bass voices, beginning with the euphonium."

"Eulette, third year, Yuka Isomoto."

"Yes!"

"Eulette, first year, Kurosawa Maki."

"Yes!"

Yuka Isomoto breathed a sigh of relief. Although she knew she could get in, she was still a little uneasy until she heard her name called.

She looked at Kurosawa Maki beside her; her junior was clenching her fists tightly, her face full of joyful smiles.

The result for the euphonium was similar to that of the Hakodate competition; Kurosawa Maki replaced Saito Harutori, who had retired from the team.

This time, I finally got my wish and officially joined the A-level editor.

This was undoubtedly a good start for someone who used to be an A-level editor. This unsurprising sense of comfort immediately swept through the scorching air in the concert hall.

Then, even the tuba and double bass players were chosen from the same candidates as in the Hakodate regional tournament, and those who heard their names heard breathed a sigh of relief.

"Above the bass register, the next part is the trumpet—"

Kitahara Hakuba's unusually calm voice made Kuno Tachibana and the others straighten their backs. "Third year, Rain Guardian."

"Yes!"

"Third year, Nagase Tsukiyo."

"Yes!"

"Third grade, Takahashi Ruka."