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“I’m going to eat Hakodate ramen,” he suddenly said.
"Are you having ramen again?"
"Do you want to come along?"
Faced with Kitahara Hakuba's invitation, Isomoto Yuka had no option to refuse and immediately nodded.
"What about the euphonium?"
"Let's take it home. If Ms. Shinomiya finds out, I'll feel a little embarrassed, but she might scold me."
"In that case, I can't accept it."
Kitahara Hakuba shook his head and said:
"I was the one who gave the gift. I only realized I was getting a little carried away later, but that doesn't mean I'm taking it back."
"But
Seeing that Yuka Isomoto was getting up a bit, Hakuba Kitahara reached out and gently stroked her head back and forth, smiling as he said:
"Take it. Besides, didn't you say it would be secondhand if you used it?"
Perhaps because of her impending departure, Kitahara-sensei's physical contact became more frequent. Although it was just a pat on the head, this was something that Isomoto Yuka would never have dared to imagine in the past.
"kindness."
Kitahara Hakuba helped her carry the euphonium out of its black instrument case after she placed it inside.
The two left the music store. There was no wind outside, but the damp chill of the coast made Kitahara Hakuba shiver.
"Why doesn't Kitahara-sensei buy a car?" Yuka Isomoto stood there, burying her mouth and nose completely in her tightly knitted scarf, only her eyes peeking out as she stared at him.
Hui Li once asked the same question.
"Because I don't like driving."
"so::
.
Yuka Isomoto's nose lightly touched the edge of the coin, her gaze drifting downwards to the toe of her loafers as she whispered,
"I'd really like to ride in Kitahara-sensei's car."
"Is that so?" The girl's soft murmur reached Kitahara Hakuba's ears, and he switched to carrying a musical instrument case.
Yuka Isomoto's face flushed, her fingers clutching the scarf hanging in front of her chest, and she said somewhat flusteredly:
"Huh? I was just saying it offhand."
"Driving is tiring, so I'd be happy to take public transportation if it's not crowded."
Kitahara Hakuba said.
“That’s true, hahaha ::” Yuka Isomoto laughed awkwardly.
The taxi they hailed arrived, and the two got off at a Hakodate ramen restaurant.
The open-air restaurant can only seat six people, and the large pot of broth simmers, emitting a fragrant aroma.
Yuka Isomoto sat on a high stool, unable to resist wrapping herself in her uniform and asking, "How did Kitahara-sensei discover this shop?"
It’s so cold!
"I found this when I took you home before, it's pretty nice."
Chapter 330, Section 329: You're Getting More and More Arrogant (4) >>
"White Horse!"
The shop owner was a middle-aged man, very kind, and seemed to know Mr. Kitahara, as he would take the initiative to greet him.
"Mr. Zhuoye."
"Oh, thanks to you, a lot of female students have been coming here to eat lately. I'm thinking about whether I should rent a shop to sell ramen."
He was smiling broadly, it seemed he had really made a lot of money.
"Is that so?" Kitahara Hakuba smiled. "The usual, Isogen-kun, what would you like to eat?"
Yuka Isomoto looked at the wooden skewers standing to the side, with various ramen styles written on them in black ink, and found it too difficult to choose.
"I'm the same as my teacher."
"Row."
As the shop owner pounded the noodles, he asked with a smile, "Who's this? Your girlfriend?"
"Didn't you hear what I just said?" Kitahara Hakuba said.
He was a little puzzled. He had been in Hokkaido for so long, but he hadn't made a single close male friend at work. Instead, he was having a pretty good chat with a middle-aged boss outside.
Yuka Isomoto didn't blush; she knew the shop owner was joking.
"Little sister, be careful. Spending too much time with a handsome guy like that will make you stupid," he continued to tease.
"Don't try to teach my students anything weird. It's cold, so hurry up and finish your food and go back," Kitahara Hakuba said directly.
"This is experience I gained."
Mr. Zhuo used long chopsticks to pick up the noodles and deftly put them into the bowl.
“My daughter always comes over to help after class and asks if Kitahara-sensei came today. She rarely comes to help before.” “Excuse me, how old is your daughter?” Yuka Isomoto asked nervously.
"Eight years old."
Yuka Isomoto's right eye twitched, and she gave an awkward smile.
She didn't think it was ridiculous; rather, she thought that someone like Kitahara-sensei was someone who could easily become a role model for girls.
Perhaps in that eight-year-old girl's eyes, Mr. Kitahara is already the goal she will pursue for a lifetime.
After the ramen was served, Yuka Isomoto's eyes widened.
"Extra thick ramen?"
"Can't get used to the food?" Kitahara Hakuba asked beside him.
Hiroka Isomoto swallowed hard. She had thought that Kitahara-sensei would eat very light ramen, just like him, giving people a fresh and elegant feeling.
But to be honest, she was really scared by the super thick ramen. The thick layer of oil floating on the surface of the soup was no different from drinking fat directly in her eyes.
Good contrast:
Yuka Isomoto timidly gazed at the incredibly thick ramen.
Oh no, if I drink this bowl, I'll gain two pounds!
If it grows on the chest and buttocks, that's fine, but if it grows on the waist, then it's all over.
Cautiously peeking at Kitahara-sensei beside him, he was eating ramen while looking at his phone. His thin lips looked as if he had applied lip balm, appearing crystal clear.
Yuka Isomoto quickly looked away; it would be impolite not to eat.
She finally made up her mind, picked up her chopsticks and spoon, raised her fingers to tuck her hair behind her ear, and then put the noodles and soup into her mouth.
Her throat was moving, and the slight swallowing sound, for some reason, sounded unusually charming.
"Hmm, it's delicious."
"Right? I got up at dawn to cook this fish soup." Mr. Zhuoye smiled and gave a thumbs up.
Yuka Isomoto smiled and gave a thumbs up, thinking to herself, "They got up before dawn and are still setting up their stall at 9 a.m., they're working so hard!"
"Hakuba-kun, how much money did the school give you this time?" Mr. Takuya asked, resting his arms on the table.
Kitahara Hakuba glanced at him, swallowed the ramen in his mouth, and said:
"They didn't give me a single penny."
"Is it really that disgusting? That's too much. It's so hard being a working person." Mr. Zhuo sprayed the nozzle.
"Teacher Kitahara, the school didn't give you a bonus?" Yuka Isomoto asked in surprise.
The previous conference of the entire Daoist community gave out several million yuan in prize money, but this time the national conference didn't give any?
"No, but it's nothing, I didn't take it to heart," Kitahara Hakuba replied, maintaining a relaxed expression.
Yuka Isomoto stood up angrily, but the funny thing was, the bar stool was too high.
The girl's pleated skirt, which covered her buttocks, was still resting on the seat of the high stool, and the indigo lines of her flesh-colored pantyhose were clearly visible.
She didn't notice at all, but Kitahara Hakuma was so startled that he quickly reached out to touch Yuka's skirt.
If it were in private, he wouldn't make a move; that's the perverted perk he deserves.
But this is outside, and he won't allow anyone to see it.
However, from the ramen shop owner's perspective, it's simply not visible.
Behind them was a vast expanse of darkness, with not a soul in sight.
Just as Yuka Isomoto was about to speak, she felt Kitahara-sensei suddenly reach out and touch her buttocks, causing her soft labia to tense up instinctively.
"The skirt, the skirt," Kitahara Hakuba quickly reminded him.
“Hmm
?
Yuka Isomoto's mind went blank for a moment, and she hurriedly covered her buttocks, which were covered by her skirt, with her hands, but in reality, she was already fine.
Mr. Zhuo frowned and said:
"Hakuba-kun, you can't do this to a cute female student in front of me! How can I entrust my daughter to you in the future?"
"Don't give me that." Kitahara Hakuba glared at him.
Yuka Isomoto's cheeks were flushed with cherry blossoms as she couldn't help but recall what had happened during the sports festival when she and Hakuba Kitahara were climbing obstacles.
Now, with both new and old humiliations piled up, she felt a bit stuffy all over, and her body temperature rose several degrees without her realizing it.
"This...this won't do: Teacher Kitahara has given so much for Shenxu and everyone else. Regardless of whether he stays with Shenxu or not, he deserves to be rewarded."
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This sentence should have been said with great spirit, but Yuka Isomoto said it in a coquettish manner.