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"Perhaps it's because I haven't experienced Shinomiya-sensei's guidance, so I don't have much of an impression of it."
"Oh, speaking of which, you weren't in the orchestra when I gave my last instruction."
“Yes. Tianxi Xiaoshui Wang Gengxin Zui Kuai” Nagase Tsukiyo seemed unwilling to say more about it, and simply nodded in response.
"The strongest trumpet player in the brass band."
"You're overly flattering."
"It wasn't me who said it, it was your Kitahara-sensei who kept telling me it," Shinomiya Haruka smiled.
"Hmm," Nagase Tsukiyo said after a moment's hesitation, then bowed to Kitahara Hakuba and said, "Thank you."
Kitahara Hakuma waved his hand.
"Shall we start now? Or should we wait a little longer?" As Shinomiya Haruka said this, her gaze fell on Kanzaki Eri.
The girl's uniform outlines the unique lines of youth, with the top cinched at her slender waist, naturally emphasizing the curves of her lower body.
The pleated skirt accentuated the girl's pert buttocks, its curves breathtakingly beautiful.
The white lace stockings maintained a pure and flawless texture, together with the smooth skin of her legs, creating a fresh and innocent picture.
This girl's body wasn't exactly alluring, but she was like a beautiful piece of jade, something that needed to be held in the palm of your hand and handled with care and tenderness.
Kitahara Hakuba said:
"Everyone's here, so let's get straight to the point. I'll send you the rearranged music. This time, there's no need to strive for perfection. Just have a great time this Christmas."
"Your teacher Kitahara says he doesn't need to strive for perfection, but if you can achieve perfection, he will definitely be happy."
"Because the saxophone is the main instrument in this ensemble," said Shinomiya Haruka, sitting listlessly on the piano bench.
Yuka Isomoto took the sheet music from Hakuba Kitahara and said:
"I'll do my best! I'll make sure Kitahara-sensei has a great time!"
"Actually, I'm quite worried about your final exams. You should still focus on those."
"Don't worry, Kitahara-sensei, Tsukiyo is here! Everything will be alright!" Isomoto Yuka exhaled deeply as she flared her nostrils.
Nagase Tsukiyo smiled and said, "I can teach you a little bit."
“I feel much more at ease if you're here,” Kitahara Hakuba said, handing the sheet music to Kanzaki Eri.
She looked up, reached out and took the sheet music, the folds of her skirt flowing down the natural curve of her thighs.
"The main melody this time is saxophone and trumpet, but Mr. Shinomiya and I added a complementary counterpoint melody for the oboe, as well as harmonic filling, a transition and introduction."
Eri Kanzaki nodded, her thin lips trembling slightly:
"You can play it well."
She raised her hand to tuck a stray hair behind her ear, the movement of her arm pulling her upper body, creating a brief, subtle tension in the fabric of her chest.
If he wanted to touch her, Kanzaki Eri probably wouldn't refuse, but there are too many people here. Kitahara Hakuba might even be exposed if he just glanced at her, let alone touched her.
"You guys keep an eye on it, I'll go borrow a saxophone," Kitahara Hakuba said.
Yuka Isomoto quickly stood up and said, "That's perfect, I also need to go up and get the bass horn."
"Why not just bring it down?" Shinomiya Haruka asked, her black low-heeled shoes resting on the footrest.
Yuka Isomoto gave a wry smile and said, "I thought Mr. Kitahara was going to practice in the first music room, because the pianos there are better."
So I was thinking of not bringing it down.
"Let's go quickly," Kitahara Hakuba interrupted her explanation.
"Oh, oh, oh—" Yuka Isomoto lowered her head and quickly followed him out.
Stepping out of the music classroom, Yuka Isomoto bit her lower lip and whispered, "I didn't mean to."
"What do you mean by 'deliberately'?" Kitahara Hakuba glanced at her.
Yuka Isomoto's eyelashes drooped, and her other hand quietly caught the hem of her skirt, the fabric crumpling in her palm.
"People will think that I did this on purpose, as if I were having a private conversation with Kitahara-sensei."
Kitahara Hakuba laughed and said, "Aren't we just whispering to each other right now?"
"Huh?"
Yuka Isomoto looked up in surprise, her eyes meeting his dark pupils, which reflected light and a small, flustered reflection of herself.
“Just kidding, don’t be nervous.” Kitahara Hakuba said, his hands in his coat pockets. “I never thought Isogen would lie.”
Yuka Isomoto's earlobes turned red, and she raised her hand to pat her bangs, saying:
"Thank you."
“However, it would be better if you could be more natural in front of Shinomiya-sensei,” Kitahara Hakuba suddenly said.
For Yuka Isomoto, being able to treat what happened as if it never happened, without batting an eye, is an even greater feat than playing the euphonium perfectly. ~Mitsuba-ya/ ?Latest chapter published¨
Seriously, why can everyone talk about this kind of thing so easily?
That's that one!
"I'll try," Yuka Isomoto squeezed out of her throat in a very soft voice, so soft that Hakuba Kitahara couldn't even hear her clearly.
"what?"
Hiroka Isomoto swallowed hard and managed to raise her voice a little:
I tried to appear natural.
Kitahara Hakuba remained silent, and the atmosphere between them seemed to freeze like transparent gel, with the sound of woodwind instruments audible from the stairwell.
"Isogen-kun." He suddenly spoke again, startling Isogen Yuka who was standing next to him.
"Yes."
Kitahara Hakuba didn't look at her, but instead gazed at the ascending stairs and said:
Will you regret that day?
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"Yuka Isomoto is no longer stupid; she knows that the day Kitahara-sensei mentioned was the day she studied at Saito Harutori's house."
Regret?
She regretted it after doing it that day because she felt that it would not only fail to bring them closer, but would also become a new burden on her.
However, Yuka Isomoto believed that all she wanted at the beginning was simply to get a little closer to Hakuba Kitahara.
I did regret it that day, but afterwards, that feeling lessened considerably.
Yuka Isomoto had several times fantasized about what would happen after that day in her dreams. In her dreams, she would strike hard and severely injure Kitahara-sensei.
But the next day, she continued to escape from the contradictions of reality, and the contradictions reached their extreme.
If I hadn't made that move that day, and instead had kept it hidden and delayed until now, perhaps nothing would have changed.
Qingniao was right; that hesitation and weakness would hold her back.
Yuka Isomoto found it quite absurd, but what was funny was that the absurdity actually strengthened their relationship.
"No regrets."
Yuka Isomoto shook her head, her throat bobbing, took a deep breath, and stared directly at his profile as she spoke.
"If you, Kitahara-sensei, are willing to come again, I will agree."
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Kitahara Hakuba was taken aback by what she said, because in his impression, Isomoto Yuka was not such a decisive person.
wrong
Rather, it's more accurate to say she's inherently a decisive person. Whether it's playing music or running, anything she's willing to give her all to...
They will all be rewarded.
Yuka Isomoto's words were true; if he wanted, those small feet encased in indoor shoes could be used by him.
No, no, now is not the time to think about this.
There was no reply, so I went up to the floor for the brass section.
"Is the bass horn emphasized here? And I always feel that the difference between the maximum and minimum volume is not very obvious."
In the bass section of the classroom, Yu Shou's stern voice reached his ears.
Looking down Kitahara Hakubaji, I saw the group consisting of Saito Harukori, Himawari, Akamatsu Sayaka, and Amemori.
Judging from the number of people, it's the fourth quartet of the Golden Pipes. From the short passage they just played, it was an adaptation of the "Fugue in G minor," which is quite difficult.
Saito Harutori sat in the chair, a dry laugh appearing on her face, a blend of innocence and allure.
"Sorry, I'm not paying attention."
"What's wrong with you? You invited us to participate, but you were the worst performer."
Yu Shou's opinions are clear, direct, and correct, leaving no room for rebuttal, which sometimes puts both sides in an awkward position.
"Besides, didn't you promise that an oboe and a trumpet would come? Kanzaki and Nagase are together, Eto is going to play the woodwind ensemble, and Kirishima is too. There's no one else to choose from."
Saito Haruka hugged the silver euphonium tightly, its lacquered surface reflecting her somewhat pathetic face.
"This is a bit unexpected," she said with a smile.
"Oh, what's the big deal? We can still play the oboe just fine without it!"
At this moment, Sayaka Akamatsu shrugged dismissively and said,
"The oboe's unique characteristics in a violin ensemble are too difficult to bring out. Adding this unconventional combination would only detract from the performance; it's better to leave it as it is."
Yu Shou frowned in displeasure and said:
“We’re not going to participate in an ensemble competition, and if an unconventional combination appears and we can handle it perfectly, wouldn’t that be a pleasant surprise for Kitahara-sensei?”
"Oh? So that's what you think."
Akamatsu Sayaka stared in disbelief, giving a thumbs up and saying, "As expected of Amemori-kun, she went to such lengths to make Kitahara-sensei happy."
Rain Guardian's gaze immediately fell on Saito Harutori, and he said without the slightest fear: