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Upon hearing this, Kuno Tachibana turned his face away, revealing very pale skin peeking out from his collar, and said softly:
If only things were that simple.
Suddenly, Kuno Tachibana's thigh was slapped by someone, and he could feel the flesh trembling. A red handprint appeared shortly afterward.
Kuno Tachibana was about to explode when he discovered that it was Akamatsu Sayaka, who had come to the "concentration camp" a year ago, wearing her pajamas.
"If there are no mosquitoes, how will the vice minister compensate me?"
Kuno Tachibana narrowed her eyes slightly, and the unnatural stiffness in her facial muscles was evidence of her failed attempt at a fake smile.
"Oh no, I just ate it." Sayaka Akamatsu said, raising her empty hand.
"Senior, I suggest you avoid eating any strange or unusual things," Nagasawa Miya reminded her.
"Alright, alright, is Kuno-senpai still fretting over her feelings? As a first-year student, I like Tachibana the most." Akamatsu Sayaka gave her a thumbs-up.
"Hehe 7"
Kuno Tachibana held the papaya she had taken a bite out of. Since she had promised Kitahara-sensei not to say anything, she couldn't possibly say anything.
"But Kuno-senpai really has a strong temper. She dares to do this. Even Amemori wouldn't dare to be so blatant."
"That's because I feel there's a 90% chance of being rejected by reality, but a 10% chance of successfully hoping for fantasy."
"Does your expectation of fantasy refer to going to Wushan together?" Akamatsu Sayaka asked with a smile.
"If there was even a one percent chance, I would have tried it already." Kuno Tachibana tried to remain calm, speaking in a defiant tone, "Did you come here specifically to comfort me, senior?"
"It's not really comforting, everyone just says it's a confession, but it's all just speculation."
Sayaka Akamatsu hugged her thighs, the curve of her back appearing rounded.
"As the deputy minister, I still need to figure out why a guidance advisor would make a cute little girl cry."
Sakurako is worried too.
"He's no longer the deputy minister."
"As long as the retirement ceremony hasn't been held, I'll still be the vice minister~"
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Sayaka Akamatsu closed one eye, giving a "you can't do anything about me" look.
"Just like everyone guessed, I confessed to Kitahara-sensei and got rejected." Kuno Tachibana sighed as he looked at the papaya in his hand.
I've been eating papaya for years, but my breasts haven't grown at all. Does this thing really work?
Sayaka Akamatsu kept quiet, not believing that this was as simple as a confession.
Kuno is only a first-year high school student, and in terms of charm alone, there are many beautiful girls in the third year who are more outstanding than her.
She's a very shrewd junior; she would never choose to confess at this time—it would be tantamount to suicide.
According to Sayaka Akamatsu, the perfect time for Tachibana Kuno would have been when he was a trumpet soloist in the brass band during his senior year of high school, not now.
Akamatsu Sayaka glanced at Nagasawa Mia and the others beside her, and Nagasawa Mia understood immediately:
"Yu, let's take a bath together, and you can scrub my back."
"Oh."
“Bring Zhenyi along.”
The two sisters got up and turned to find Kirishima Mai, who was practicing her oboe outside.
Sayaka Akamatsu sighed unconsciously, placed the papaya peel on the plate, tilted her head slightly, and said in a calm tone:
"Is Kitahara-sensei special in Kuno-senpai's heart?"
Kuno Tachibana didn't understand the vice minister's intentions, so he ate papaya to buy himself time to think.
“Who in the brass band would dare say that Kitahara-sensei isn’t special?” she retorted.
"I don't think Kitahara-sensei is necessarily special."
A smile played on Sayaka Akamatsu's lips.
"I think everyone in the brass band is special. To me, Jia Hui and Ying Zi are special, and to Nagase-san, Haru and Eri are special. Everyone is unique. I feel a little sad when I think about having to part ways with them after graduation."
She sat cross-legged on the tatami mat, thankfully wearing trousers, which allowed the young woman to display such a dignified posture.
"What does this have to do with anything?"
"What I mean is, did Kitahara-sensei, who is special to you, do something that made you feel worse than not being able to play the trumpet solo?"
“Oh, I see.” Kuno Tachika laughed, his eyes crinkling slightly as he said, “Reopening old wounds is Akamatsu-senpai’s usual tactic.”
"What you said is absolutely true."
Akamatsu Sayaka hummed a few times with a smug look on her face.
"But what happened that made Xiao Lihua, who held back her tears when she failed the school entrance exam, cry uncontrollably at the hotel entrance?"
Sweet juice flowed through Kuno Tachibana's fingers, trickling down the lines of her arm. She looked down at the water stains on her arm and casually wiped them away with her hand.
"Is Minister Akamatsu insulting me?"
"That's going too far! It's really bothering me. [Lan ¨°{Lan*¤Wen·|Xue+{ #1?Update`2^&[Most*′Complete°]"
Sayaka Akamatsu said this, but the smile on her face did not diminish. "But it's really curious that Tachibana, who has always been very proud, would cry in public. What does it mean to you? For you, it's fine to talk about these things with Kitahara-sensei in private. If you are rejected, you won't go to the door. If you are accepted, you will be overjoyed and have Kitahara-sensei all to yourself. You want to have a passionate secret relationship. Or is it that you talk about those things at the hotel entrance just because you want the members to see you and hope that everyone can get involved?"
Sayaka Akamatsu's incisive insight made Tatsuka Kuno's throat tighten; the pressure pressing against her body made it difficult for her to hold on.
Is it really as she said, that she wants all the club members to know about this as soon as possible, so that everyone can work together to persuade Kitahara-sensei to stay?
She verbally promised Kitahara-sensei that she would keep it a secret, but what she really thought was...
This made Kuno Tachibana realize that she did not completely support Kitahara-sensei's decision. Could she really not understand such an obvious truth?
Unable to answer Sayaka Akamatsu's question, and since he couldn't respond, he decided to remain silent, putting on a face that said, "It's a trivial matter," but his throat was burning and trembling.
Sayaka Akamatsu jokingly said:
"Xiao Lihua's power is unshakeable, and Kitahara-sensei has no intention of changing it, so does Xiao Lihua want to do something?"
"What Senior Akamatsu said sounded so convincing that even I was almost fooled."
A soft moan escaped Kuno Tachibana's throat as she stood up and said,
"It's just a small matter of confessing your feelings. Senior Akamatsu is overthinking things."
"That's right!"
Akamatsu Sayaka's gaze fell on her cheek, and she spoke in a low, gentle voice.
"If it were just a trivial matter like being rejected by a fellow member, I probably wouldn't want to care about it for the rest of my life."
Kuno Tachibana's brown eyes flickered; he didn't want Akamatsu to see any weakness in his eyes.
"Your arms feel sticky, you should probably wash them. After all, Akamatsu-senpai always likes to touch girls."
The two left the room and went to the sink.
"I like Shenxu's wind instrument playing."
The cool water washed over Kuno Tachibana's fingers, washing away the sticky residue, and he spoke in a rare gentle tone,
"I wish it could continue like this forever."
Sayaka Akamatsu quickly rinsed her hands, then dried them with her pajamas, roughly ruffling Tatsuka Kuno's hair as she laughed:
"No problem, I've always trusted you lovely juniors~~"
Under her senior's gentle gaze, Kuno Tachibana let her play with her hair.
The laughter of my fellow members kept ringing in my ears. Despite the noise around me, what was this feeling of loneliness, as if I were the only one left in the world?
Akamatsu Sayaka returned to her room from the third year. As soon as she entered, she saw Amemori and the others doing red exercises, which was completely different from the noisy atmosphere of the first and second years.
After the national conference concludes, you should devote yourself entirely to your studies.
"Sayaka, are you alright?" Yukawa Sakurako approached, wearing a white nightgown with a floral pattern.
Akamatsu Sayaka reached out and hugged Yukawa Sakurako, saying:
"Sakura's body is soft and fragrant, and her neck is so white. The blood that comes out when you bite into her must taste delicious."
"What are you talking about?:" Yukawa Sakurako said helplessly as she pushed her away. "What's going on? Is there anything you can do?"
Sayaka Akamatsu simply waved her hand and said with a carefree laugh:
"It's nothing, it's just a normal confession that got rejected. Everyone's too worried. I believe that Kuno-senpai will get over this feeling. She was in a very good mood when I talked to her."
Upon hearing this, Sakurako Yukawa breathed a sigh of relief and patted her slightly protruding chest, saying:
"Luckily, it startled me."
"You think Kitahara-sensei really agreed?" Akamatsu Sayaka said with a smile.
She was just afraid that Kuno Tachibana would be as dejected as she was when she failed to be selected for her solo performance last time.
At that moment, Watanabe Hama, who was doing her homework, suddenly said bluntly:
"Where's Yushou? Aren't you going to confess?"
“Hmm:” Yu Shou’s face, which had been deep in thought, suddenly turned red, and he didn’t say anything more.
These third-year students all know very well that doing these things now is no different from courting death; the best way is to wait until after graduation.
Even the naive Yuka Isomoto felt that this was the best option, and that Kuno-senpai's behavior was too hasty.
"Hey, why are you guys starting to do practice problems so early? It's only October! There are still months until the exam!"
Sayaka Akamatsu sighed deeply.
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Before anyone could reply, Saito Harutori said softly, "We have to get up early tomorrow, so everyone should go to bed early."
Soon, the lights in the room went out.
"It's getting late. People like Nagase will have their first interviews in November."
"So early?"