I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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The beauty is breathtaking as the light refracts.

As a diligent and hardworking girl, she took health care classes seriously from a young age and understood the differences between men and women.

Furthermore, because the girls from the same village were overly mature during junior high school, they would often discuss certain things in class.

Although she had never met him, she understood a lot.

Yuka Isomoto swallowed hard, her delicate white throat bobbing up and down. Her instinctive thought was to push him away, but for some reason, she didn't want to.

There was a very bright light downstairs in the apartment building, like a lighthouse in a dark ocean.

Yuka Isomoto's voice trembled slightly, like fine raindrops falling on the windowpane, clear yet tinged with a shy bashfulness. (The last line appears to be a fragment and doesn't translate directly.)

Kitahara Hakuba's mind worked quickly, and he understood Isomoto Yuka's meaning in an instant.

She wanted to help herself, but there were some things she couldn't do outside.

Yu Xiang's soft, cherry-blossom-colored lips became increasingly alluring; she possessed a faint, delicate fragrance that he had never experienced so vividly before.

He kept calming himself down, swallowed nervously, and reached out to press down on her delicate shoulder.

He wanted to push her away forcefully, but found that Yuka Isomoto was so weak that she let go with just a gentle push.

"no thank you."

To Kitahara Hakuba's embarrassment, he actually had to thank Isomoto Yuka for the suggestion.

Yuka Usomoto's face was flushed, and the heat rushed to her head, making it impossible for her to think of anything.

Finally, he waved goodbye, then quickly turned around, picked up his instrument case, and headed towards the apartment building.

Kitahara Hakuba took a deep breath and then exhaled. To avoid getting caught up in any immoral thoughts, he turned and walked away without looking back.

Yuka Isomoto, panting, carried her instrument case upstairs. Looking out, she discovered that Hakuba Kitahara had vanished, disappearing as if he had run away.

Taking the key out of the shell-shaped wallet, Yuka Isomoto returned to the extremely cramped rented room, placed the instrument case aside, and hesitated for three seconds.

Her cheeks flushed crimson at a visible speed, and she quickly raised her hands, her knees slightly bent.

She squatted down shyly.

Oh no, what did I just say? What did I mean by "I can give it a try"?

Yuka Isomoto looked as if she had experienced a major earthquake; she covered her head with her hands and curled up into a ball.

How shameful, how embarrassing, it's absolutely humiliating! How could a girl say something like that?! I can't find a girl in Aomori who's more shameless than me!

Yuka Isomoto was so remorseful that she almost cried. She regretted not being able to control her emotions and losing her composure in front of him.

However, he also lost his sense of proportion, didn't he?

Yuka Isomoto's eyelashes were trembling slightly. What does that mean?

Does this mean that Kitahara-sensei is actually a gentle-looking but perverted person? Or perhaps, he also has feelings for her?

She wanted to scream for no reason, but the apartment's soundproofing was terrible and would definitely disturb the neighbors next door.

Yuka Isomoto took off her shoes and socks and lay down on the bed, burying her face in the pillow, as if it were a safe haven to hide all her emotions.

She gripped the edge of the pillow tightly with both hands, her voice trembling slightly with suppressed emotion, "Yuka, you idiot! Kitahara-sensei is an idiot too! He's still like a phantom~"

What started as a loud rant turned into a sudden mood-lifting performance by Yuka Isomoto, who then began singing her favorite song.

"I want to let go of everything, stop pretending, be honest, please~~ Even if I'm covered in wounds that day, please don't give up, please don't let go of my hand, never let go." "But perhaps, it's too late..."

Finally, unable to breathe, she tilted her head back, lay flat on the bed, and rested one snow-white arm against her forehead.

"Teacher Kitahara has a girlfriend, but Haruka likes him, Eri likes him, and what about Tsukiyo? I like Teacher Kitahara too, so does that mean there's no chance at all? And just because Haruka has a chance doesn't mean I do... Does that mean we'll become lovers? No, I might not even qualify to be lovers. Let's just say none of us have a chance. Teacher Shinomiya has such a great figure and a good personality, isn't he just a super beauty? And Teacher Kitahara rejected my invitation because Teacher Shinomiya might be better at it. I have no experience, right? And he was really nice today, but it's a bit unbelievable that Teacher Kitahara is actually a normal guy. Speaking of which, he didn't seem to say anything when I wore flesh-colored stockings today. Didn't he notice? I just thought wearing black stockings would be more noticeable. Bare legs? But I'm really afraid of the cold. Teacher Kitahara is hiding it so well! I have no idea what he likes. Aren't guys supposed to have some fetishes?"

Being an adult is really hard:

""

Yuka Isomoto kept muttering to herself, saying whatever came to mind, babbling on and on.

If it appeared in the form of words, the entire room would be filled with the text she uttered.

"But can I really contact him again in the future?" Yuka Isomoto covered her lower abdomen with one hand, wondering if she was stepping into an abyss.

But she didn't regret it, nor did she want to see the threat grow.

She only hoped that on the day she fell into the abyss, she would be shattered to pieces so badly that she wouldn't even be able to scream.

Kitahara Hakuba's image and presence occupied Isohara Yuka's mind, making her feel increasingly uncomfortable, but she endured it.

Although Yuka Isomoto was influenced by her junior high school classmates, she knows a lot.

But she always believed that she absolutely could not do such a thing.

No matter what, you should save yourself for the person you like, and give them your absolutely pure self so they know that you are a good girl.

She had even begun to fantasize about Kitahara Hakuba's surprised and excited face on the night her dream came true.

"Yuka, you are the purest girl I have ever met. You are better than Haruno, Eri, Tsukiyo, and even Shinomiya. It's so good to have met you."

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The thought of him possibly saying those words filled Yuka Isomoto with an indescribable excitement, and her legs kicked back and forth.

"Calm down, Yuka! Don't disgrace Penghua Village!"

Yuka Isomoto recalled the 478 breathing method that Hakuba Kitahara had once mentioned, and began to take deep breaths continuously.

This is a battle between self-awareness and the body's pursuit of pleasure, and she has won it more than once, so she will not fail again.

It's the same this time.

After waiting five minutes in bed to achieve complete victory, Yuka Isomoto adjusted her body and mind and got up.

On the table was a black musical instrument case, which belonged to Saito Haruka. She planned to give it to Haruka when she passed her exams.

After all, by then, she could return it as a form of "congratulations".

As for the gift from Kitahara-sensei, Isomoto Yuka's gaze fell on another musical instrument case.

It's better to keep it.

On their way to school, the students' laughter and chatter were much less frequent, and even the scenes of boys pushing and shoving each other were exponentially reduced.

The cold weather is one factor, but another is that today is the monthly exam, and many students are discussing the exam.

"I hope the proctor isn't Jizo Bodhisattva!"

"It's alright, I quite like it. He rarely moves around, he just sits up there watching."

"The scariest one is Ms. Morimoto! She always suddenly stands at the back door of the classroom, it's really terrifying!"

"You're a bit off. Everyone in the brass band says that Mr. Kitahara is very strict. Do you think that the younger you are, the more flaws you have?"

"No, I just feel more comfortable taking exams when he's around!"

This is a joint high school entrance examination for the Hakodate branch, involving eleven high schools. It is known as the "Hakodate Joint Examination" and primarily serves the senior high school students, providing a reference for university admissions.

Of course, each school still conducts its own exams, but the same exam papers are used.

"Teacher Kitahara!"

Students greeted Kitahara Hakuba along the way, and he nodded almost non-stop until he reached the staff office, at which point his head was aching from nodding.

"Teacher Kitahara, I'll leave this to you. Everyone, please take this opportunity to work hard today." Director Ferry walked over, holding an electronic device detector in his hand.

"it is good."

He didn't slack off today; he was a blind proctor, and he had to be there all day, with a rotating proctoring role throughout the entire exam room.

Kitahara Hakuba took the detector. He had never used it before, which showed that this joint exam was very formal.

As I sat down and opened the drawer to get my proctor badge, I found a small box of chocolates inside.

A familiar smile appeared on Kitahara Hakuba's face.

Upon opening it, the cherry tomatoes inside were neatly arranged, their green calyxes contrasting beautifully with their bright red bodies.

There was no other useful information, not even a card.

Has it matured again?

Without even thinking about it, it was a gift from Takashi Kanzaki Eri. Strangely, she hadn't told me about it.

Kitahara Hakuma took one, plucked the calyx and put it in his mouth, then followed Qi outside.

Because the first subject, blind math, starts at 8:30, all the students in the corridor are carrying math workbooks.

Some students are stuck at the point of memorizing formulas.

If you go to Class 3-C in Kitahara Hakuba, the classroom door still has the examinees' names posted on it. The classroom is still empty, except for the lockers on the walls and the high-ceilinged area, which are filled with students' books.

"Teacher Kitahara."

At this moment, three girls came over. Perhaps because of that night, Kitahara Hakuba's gaze first fell on Iso A Yuka.

"Is Kitahara-sensei the proctor for Class C?" Yukawa Sakurako asked from afar.

"No, I'm a high-level proctor."

"Ah, what a pity. If Kitahara-sensei were in my exam room, I would have been bolder in bending over," Akamatsu Sayaka said, feigning regret as she lowered her shoulders.

Sakurako Yukawa, holding her workbook in both hands, said:

"Teacher Kitahara would never spoil his students, and Sayaka, are you really that smart, being short? Is it really necessary?"

Akamatsu Sayaka gently bumped her body with her shoulder and said with a smile:

"Because you and Sakura are in the same exam room and sitting next to each other, I really want to give you extra help."

"Please don't believe anything she says, Kitahara-sensei! I'm not so stupid as to be beyond redemption! And I'm very serious!" Yukawa Sakurako hurriedly defended herself.

Kitahara Hakuba chuckled and said, "Good luck on your exam."

The three of them said this together, but Yuka Isoya felt as if she were talking to a blind person, and nodded happily.

"Teacher Kitahara, would you like to wish us good luck on our exams?"

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice reached their ears, and several girls came over. One of them, a girl with pigtails, was very tall and conspicuous.

Sakurako Yukawa frowned slightly as she looked at the members of the choir, her tone becoming much more composed:

"Hey morning students, what are you up to this time?"