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No, that force is more like a touch.
"Kami!" Kana Eto rolled her eyes impatiently, but when she turned around, she found that it wasn't Kami Takahashi.
Kana Eto's eyes widened: "Um, Akamatsu-senpai."
"The matter you mentioned before, Sakura and I discussed and agreed on it after one night."
Sayaka Akamatsu, with one hand on her hip, said with a smile.
"Since you don't want to be the club president, then this time we can give the boys a chance to show their abilities. Tenkai is a candidate we're considering. Although he's a bit of a rascal, he's very hardworking when it comes to practice. Of course, if you don't want to be the club president, we can let Takahashi be the club president."
What
Kana Eto hadn't expected the two of them to be so attentive; her face flushed visibly, and she bowed deeply to them, saying...
"Hugs to Senior Akamatsu, just pretend I didn't say anything about yesterday!"
"Hmm? It didn't say what it meant?"
Sayaka Akamatsu gave a feigned smile.
"Are you referring to Mr. Kitahara's resignation, or to your reluctance to become the department head?"
"It's because I didn't want to be a minister"
?
Kana Eto's dejected tone carried a hint of bitterness. She tilted her head to one side, her gaze falling on the cracks in the wooden floor.
"I think it might all be destiny. I love playing wind instruments, and regardless of whether Kitahara-sensei left or not, as the club president, I shouldn't give up."
Sayaka Akamatsu blinked, a smirk playing on her lips, and said, "But I just told Tenkai about this~"
"Really?"
Kana Eto said nervously,
"This is terrible! This is a huge mess! Tianhai's thought process is really abnormal!"
"Haha, just kidding. Erba Reading King first release," Akamatsu Sayaka took the opportunity to pat her buttocks and said, "I've always trusted you, Eto-senpai."
“Hmm
Kana Eto pouted slightly, covering her skirt with her hand behind her back. She was completely helpless in the face of her senior's "molestation".
"That's settled then. If you have any questions in the future, feel free to come to me and Sakura."
Sayaka Akamatsu waved to her and went upstairs.
After walking a few steps, I saw Kuno Tatsuka sweeping the corridor with a broom, and Kirishima Mai at the other end of the corridor. It seemed that the two planned to meet up in a construction project.
"She doesn't seem very confident. Can Senior Eto really do a good job as a department head?"
Just as Sayaka Akamatsu was about to pretend she hadn't seen anything and go upstairs, Tachibana Kuno suddenly spoke up in a matter-of-fact manner.
"Are you talking to me?" Sayaka Akamatsu seemed to be doing it on purpose, widening her eyes and pointing at herself.
"Besides my senior, who else can I talk to here?"
Kuno Tachibana stood up straight, but unfortunately, she was still ten centimeters shorter than the tall Akamatsu Sayaka.
Sayaka Akamatsu smiled:
"Do you have any objections to my and Minister Yukawa's choices?"
Chapter 355, Section 354: If you don't believe me, you can kill me (4) >>
No, no, no, one by one
Kuno Tachibana flashed a bright, business-like smile, a smile that perfectly showcased her petite and adorable nature.
"I just feel that there are already so many kind people in the brass band, it's almost overflowing. Is this really good for the brass band, Akamatsu-senpai?"
"It's nothing," Akamatsu Sayaka shrugged nonchalantly. "After all, in my eyes, Kuno-senpai is just too kind."
Kuno Tachibana's pupils slowly contracted. "Then you must have made a mistake, senior. Besides, I just hope that you can be a little more assertive, senior Eto."
"is it?"
Sayaka Akamatsu raised her beautiful eyebrows and said with a smile,
"But I don't care. What you want to change or what you want to gain is completely unimportant to me. It's all so boring. It only makes my thoughts more chaotic and doesn't do me any good at all."
"Hmm," Kuno Tachibana couldn't help but bite his lip lightly and asked in a low voice, "Senpai Akamatsu should know, right?"
"I don't know anything."
Sayaka Akamatsu's small mouth opened and closed.
"Kirishima-senpai is waiting for you. I can understand to some extent the unpleasantness of doing extra work."
Kuno Tachibana turned her head and saw that Kirishima Mai was sweeping the corridor on her side.
Coming to her senses, Sayaka Akamatsu had already gone upstairs.
"Tachibana, what's wrong?" Kirishima Makoto walked over, leaning on his broom.
"No matter how much I sweep, the last bit just won't go in."
Kuno Tachibana lowered his head, looking at the last "horizontal" layer of dust, which he could not sweep into the sandbox no matter what he did.
1
It was one of the three empty classrooms that Teacher Kitahara specifically sought out and that the school had approved.
With the rhythmic music playing in her ears, Nagase Tsukiyo focused her breath on the instrument. Before each formal performance, she would practice the most basic scales several times.
By gradually ascending the pitch, the notes played will shift to the next note. This not only helps you become familiar with the scales of various keys, but also improves your ear's sensitivity to pitch.
After playing the flute a few times, Nagase Tsukiyo prepared to start practicing the piece for the exam.
As soon as I turned to a page of the sheet music, I saw a girl standing at the classroom door at the end of the view. Her posture was straight and stiff, with her arms hanging at her sides, and she looked unnaturally reserved in her stillness.
She lacked all the vitality and liveliness of a high school girl.
"Eri," Nagase Tsukiyo put down her trumpet and asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"
Eri Kanzaki shook her head. Her steps were uniform in size and rhythm, without the slightest deviation.
"Teacher Kitahara, has he been looking for you lately?" She came up to him and asked directly.
“Hmm,” Nagase Tsukiyo looked at the girl in front of her who resembled a doll, hesitated for a moment and said, “No, he didn’t come to see me.”
A faint groan escaped Kanzaki Eri's throat, and Nagase Tsukiyo couldn't tell whether she was happy or unhappy about it.
But she could clearly sense that Hui Li was radiating a strong sense of insecurity.
Why is that? Eri rarely shows this side of herself after meeting Kitahara-sensei, Nagase Tsukiyo wondered.
If that's the case, then this insecurity stems from Mr. Kitahara.
At that moment, Eri Kanzaki said softly:
“Yesterday, Qingniao came to see me.”
"kindness?"
Nagase Tsukiyo's eyes widened immediately. Haruno had approached her before, "inviting" her to do something inexplicable with Kitahara-sensei.
“She told me some things.”
Eri Kanzaki's eyelashes fluttered lightly like butterfly wings, casting a faint shadow on her eyes.
"I don't know. Ask Yueye; he might understand a little."
Nagase Tsukiyo quickly stood up, placed the trumpet in her hand on the chair, and reached out to grasp Kanzaki Eri's wrist, saying:
“Eri, no matter what Haruno says, don’t agree to it. She’s going crazy. She doesn’t even know what she’s doing.”
Eri Kanzaki's eyes were vacant and blank, as if veiled by a thin mist, with a sense of confusion flickering within them.
“Haru-nori told me that when you were in the training camp before, you did that kind of thing in front of his door.”
Nagase Tsukiyo's previously calm expression froze the moment she heard those words, her pupils contracting sharply as if struck by some invisible force.
She clearly didn't do this; it was entirely Saito Haruka's doing. Yet, she was the one who caused the misunderstanding.
Nagase Tsukiyo's long eyelashes, like delicate grass swaying in the wind, revealed the tremor in her heart.
Before she could even process what was happening, Kanzaki Eri looked hurt, a mixture of grievance and helplessness swirling within her delicate frame.
"Haru-niao also said that she and Yu-ka helped him very hard at home."
"One!" Nagase Tsukiyo gasped, her shoulders trembling with fear.
Haruno actually told Huili all of these things in detail.
Eri Kanzaki's cherry-red lips parted slightly as her gaze fell on the trumpet lying on the chair, as if trying to confirm the truth of the news. She asked:
"Is all of this true, Moonlit Night?"
A silent tension, a sense of helplessness and a hint of anger, permeated the air, like an undercurrent surging within Nagase Tsukiyo's body.
She knew that Kanzaki Eri admired Kitahara-sensei. This girl was too innocent. How could Harutori taint her with such filth? "Eri, listen to me."
Nagase Tsukiyo reached out and gently hugged Kanzaki Eri, saying...
"It's all fake, don't take it to heart. This matter hasn't even been acknowledged by Kitahara-sensei. Do you want to believe her or Kitahara-sensei?"
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Eri Kanzaki raised her brow slightly, raised her hands, and gently pressed them against Tsukiyo Nagase's chest—a tender rejection.
The two incredibly beautiful faces were less than ten centimeters apart, and they could even feel the heat blowing from each other.
"And what about Yueye? Can you tell me the truth, what did you do?"
"I
"
Nagase Tsukiyo felt a moment of relief, but for some reason, an indescribable sense of guilt arose in her heart.
Strangely enough, she did nothing for him whatsoever, let alone anything else.
So why do you feel guilty?
“I swear, I did nothing wrong to Kitahara-sensei. I wasn’t the one doing that at the door.”