I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"I'm sorry." Nagase Tsukiyo simply apologized repeatedly, maintaining the proper posture of holding a trumpet.

"continue."

"Yes!"

As the Hong Kong festival was still ongoing, the practice ended at 4 p.m.

"I feel like dying today."

"You're so pitiful. You got called out by name and scolded. If you don't change it tomorrow, you'll be brought up again."

"Sigh, Kitahara-sensei is clearly handsome, but I don't feel any flutter in my heart when he calls my name..."

"After all, she's a teacher."

After the club disbanded, the members whispered among themselves as they left, while the school buildings outside the window stood quietly in the golden sunlight.

Kitahara Hakuba is going back to the staff studio to register the summer camp list for the brass band members.

He was the only teacher going to the training camp, and he not only had to take care of the food, lodging, and transportation of more than ninety members, but also arrange their practice.

It's like being both a father and a mother.

However, Haruka Shinomiya, as the bass voice instructor, will also be there, which will make things easier for him.

"Teacher Kitahara."

Yu Goto and Miya Nagasawa came over while he was packing his things and placed a stack of photos on the table.

Kitahara Hakuba took a closer look and realized that the photo was taken at the port festival yesterday.

Kanzaki Eri and Kitahara Hakuba stand there listlessly with money in their hands; Kuno Tatsuka eats takoyaki so hot it burns his mouth; Nagasawa Mia has cotton candy blown onto her forehead by the wind; and Kitahara and Shinomiya hold hands intimately.

All ten-plus photos I took were very interesting; not a single one was wasted.

The only one that seemed out of place was the photo of Eri Kanzaki standing behind them, staring blankly at Kitahara and Shinomiya holding hands.

"Goto is very good at taking photos."

"I really enjoy taking pictures of beautiful things, and I also have a habit of collecting pretty things."

Goto Yu said excitedly, picking up a photo and saying,

"These fireworks are beautiful, round and blue, and there are also many beautiful photos. If you want them, Kitahara-sensei, I'll give them all to you."

"No need for all of them, just take a few." Kitahara Hakuba picked up a few interesting ones. "Thank you for your help with this training camp, photographer Goto."

“You’re still a long way from being a photographer…” Goto Yu said with a smile. “Well, then I won’t bother you any longer, teacher.”

"goodbye teacher."

"Ah."

The two seemed to genuinely only come to deliver the photos.

Kitahara Hakuba put the photo in his bag and returned to the staff office via the elevated corridor, only to find Nagase Tsukiyo at the door.

She stood upright in the doorway, her long, beautiful legs curving gracefully. She stared at the tips of her shoes, deep in thought, her cherry lips tightly closed.

"Nagase-san?"

Kitahara Hakuba stepped forward, and could smell the girl's unique fragrance.

"Come in and talk about anything."

After he finished speaking, he went straight into the office and sat down. Nagase Tsukiyo, clutching her skirt tightly, obediently followed him in.

"what happened?"

Kitahara Hakuba sat in the artificial chair, facing the desk, and asked,

"And your playing was a bit poor today."

Nagase Tsukiyo timidly raised her head, her clear pupils staring directly at his profile:

"Excuse me... Mr. Kitahara, there is something I would like to discuss with you."

Upon hearing this, Kitahara Hakuma frowned, turned to her, crossed his arms, and asked:

"Discuss? Do you want to discuss this with me personally, or with me as the instructor and advisor of the brass section?"

He just wanted to remind her that the two identities brought about different ways of thinking and processing, and that she needed to choose carefully.

Beneath Nagase Tsukiyo's long eyelashes, a pair of clear, blue eyes were half-hidden, filled with bewilderment and confusion:

"It should be both..."

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A compromise.

Kitahara Hakuba was silent for a moment, then nodded and said:

"Okay, go ahead and tell me, I'll consider both."

Nagase Tsukiyo's slender, pale throat twitched slightly, and she gritted her teeth as she said:

"I...I want Qingniao to rejoin the club..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Kitahara Hakuba showed a dissatisfied expression.

"What did you say?"

Kitahara Hakuba's words were too cold. Nagase Tsukiyo had never felt him so indifferent before, which made her suddenly afraid.

A cool, refreshing touch swept over her skin, and she didn't even bother to lift her head, for fear of seeing his reproachful gaze.

"You waited for me here just to discuss this matter with me?" Kitahara Hakuba took a deep breath and turned his body back towards the office.

His tone was very calm, and he simply glanced at the information of each member on the screen.

As if suppressed by Kitahara Hakuba's cold aura, Nagase Tsukiyo's beautiful eyebrows furrowed into a knot, and the bright golden sunlight clung tightly to the black mechanical pencil on the table.

"Haru-tori really loves the euphonium and the brass band. I know she's made mistakes, but I'm willing to stand with her and thank you and Yuka..."

"impossible."

Kitahara Hakuba, expressionless, interrupted Nagase Tsukiyo's request by rapidly tapping his long fingers on the keyboard.

“I will not agree to this until the negative impact she has brought has been completely eliminated. Of course, we can also wait until after the National Conference. She can come back whenever she wants, and I will not stop her.”

"But she's already a senior in high school, what's the point of waiting until the national tournament is over?"

Nagase Tsukiyo clutched her scarf at her chest with her small hands, a hint of sadness on her pretty face as she spoke.

"This is her last year, I...I don't want this..."

"Time is not an excuse."

Kitahara Hakuba said calmly,

“Nagase-kun, I don’t know what happened between you and Saito-kun yesterday that made you suddenly change your mind, but you have to understand that if you don’t say anything, you’re just wasting your time here.”

Chapter 134, Section 133: I Want to Give You My Whole Life (4K)

There was an awkward silence for a moment. Nagase Tsukiyo's eyes swayed like the surface of a lake in the wind, and her brows furrowed deeply for a while before she finally spoke slowly and deliberately:

"Does that mean she can't even participate in club activities like a member of the B-section...?"

"impossible."

Kitahara Hakuba looked directly into her eyes and said even more bluntly,

"As the instructor and advisor of the brass section, I naturally hope that she can come back to support the bass section, but my personal reason for not wanting Saito Haruka to come back is."

"But, if I don't receive your first affirmation, Kitahara-sensei..."

Nagase Tsukiyo lowered her eyes slightly and repeated in a soft, sweet voice,

"Because you, Kitahara-sensei, are special to us... If you disagree..."

The words that came out from deep in the girl's throat seemed to be full of genuine fervor. Kitahara Hakuba was special to the two of them, she emphasized repeatedly.

Kitahara Hakuba didn't quite understand what "special to them" meant, nor did he want to delve into it, so he simply said:

“Saito is different from you. You haven’t had much of an impact on some people in the brass band, so I agreed to let you come back. But she is different. Her return would not be good for the current brass band.”

Nagase Tsuki's palms became warm; in fact, she had prepared herself for rejection before she came.

Even so, she still wanted to try. To put it nicely, it was to help Saito Harutori secure a chance to return to the country; to put it bluntly, it was to comfort her increasingly empty heart.

"Alright, if there's nothing else, you can go back now."

Kitahara Hakuba immediately adopted a gentler expression, delivering the most blatant warning.

"Kuno and Kirishima are both very talented and are keeping up very well. Time is limited. If you want to soli with Kanzaki, you might not have a chance if you don't work harder."

"Yes."

Chang Shuyue replied, her expression somewhat unpleasant.

Seeing her posture, like a delicate young lady burdened with illness, as if she were about to faint, Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but sigh softly:

"Although I don't want to get too involved in your girls' affairs, have you spoken to Saito? I don't think it's possible for her to want to come back."

If Saito Harutori had even a shred of shame, she wouldn't have sent someone to say she wanted to come back within a month or two.

At the same time, the two of them gave Kitahara Hakuba a very strange feeling.

Last time, it was Saito Harutori who told him that he hoped Nagase Shinbe would be in charge; this time, it was Nagase who came to him and said that he hoped Saito Shinbe would be in charge.

What are you playing at? Are you kidding me?

Nagase Tsukiyo groaned meaninglessly for a while, then, knowing there was nothing she could do, bowed to Kitahara Hakuba:

"Sorry to bother you, teacher. I'll be going now."

"Well, be careful on the road."

Kitahara Hakuba said goodbye to her and began preparing for the training camp on his own.

The accommodation was near the Keizan Provincial Natural Park, which is more than two hours' drive from Hakodate City. It was a place similar to a resort.

There is a large concert hall and two side halls. The accommodation is in the style of wooden cabins, but there are too many people, so only six to eight girls can sleep in one room.

Then, they "borrowed" an article titled "Safety Precautions for Dormitory Stays" from the internet, "polished" it, and printed it into booklets.

As I finished processing the work forms for the "Blow Band Summer Camp" and sent them to the ferry manager, a dazzling display of fireworks appeared in the sky outside.