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Eight students ran along the track, and the fifty meters were over in no time.
Kitahara Hakuba looked at the big screen. The first place winner was a male student named Nakaji. He had dark skin and stretched out his arms as if to show off after crossing the finish line.
"Again! Again! Again! Get me!"
Cheers erupted from the Class C section of the first year in the stands.
Before long, the second and third grade students finished their competitions, and two students from each grade participated in the final school-wide competition.
Next up was the men's 50-meter final, but none of the participants were from the wind band.
The student from the Middle Ages who had boasted so loudly earlier only managed to get third place after being crushed by the powerful students of the second and third years.
First is the male track and field team that has been in the program the longest for the past three years.
Kitahara Hakuma often saw that track and field boy on the playground, and he would feel extremely jealous whenever the track and field girl clung to him.
There's a sense of helplessness, like "no matter how fast I run, the girl I love only cares about the music boy."
Next up was the women's 50-meter race, and Kitahara Hakuba spotted Ame-no-Kami's figure.
Her tall, model-like figure stood out among the girls around her, most of whom were only about 1.55 meters tall.
Regardless of which class she was in, all the members of the wind band were cheering her on.
As the gun fired, she started running, with Kitahara Hakuba staring intently at her until she crossed the finish line second and advanced.
However, she only managed to get fourth place in the school-wide women's 50-meter final.
The top three were all girls from the Shin-Asahi Track and Field Team. Kitahara Hakuma knew them all because these three track and field girls had pressed their breasts against him; they were very enthusiastic and unrestrained.
Chapter 258, Section 257: The First Gold Medal in Sports for the Brass Band (5K) >>
Yu Shou also knew him well; she and the three of them had argued about the physical distance between themselves and Kitahara Hakuba during a physical education class.
Soon it was time for the 100-meter race, and Kitahara Hakuba decided to watch carefully.
Because Yuka Isomoto signed up and Amemori lost, this girl from Aomori was given high hopes by the entire brass band. "She's really energetic."
At that moment, a slender arm wrapped around Kitahara Hakuma's neck, and two round breasts pressed against his back.
So big and so soft, Kitahara Hakuba's first impression was of Saito Haruka with a black mole on her chest. Startled, he quickly turned his head, only to find that it was Shinomiya Haruka.
Meanwhile, Saito Harutori was sitting in the stands, looking over here with an expression that was hard to describe.
I also saw Huili. She was motionless, just like always, as delicate as a porcelain doll.
"You startled me." Kitahara Hakuba quickly forced a smile. He could see that many female students were casting their gazes at him. As if to fit the occasion, Shinomiya Haruka was not dressed in a particularly alluring way. She was wearing a black tracksuit, and her full breasts were hidden under the fabric.
"I still wanted to come back for the sports festival." Shinomiya Haruka's motive was clear, and she said with a smile, "But part of it might be because I was thinking of you."
Before Kitahara Hakuba could answer, the girl who was closer to him clasped her hands in front of her chest and cried out as if she had eaten several lemons.
Kitahara Hakuba stood up and said with a smile:
"sit down."
There are chairs here.
“That belongs to Ms. Higashiura. Even though she’s not here right now, if she’s seen, she might just go and get another chair herself,” Kitahara Hakuba laughed.
"Teacher Kitahara! There's an empty chair here!"
Matsuoka Nobuyuki appeared out of nowhere, running over carrying a steel pipe chair, followed by Tenkai Sou, who was cursing and swearing.
However, when he saw that his buddy had grabbed a chair to give to Kitahara Hakuba, his face lit up with "happiness".
Kitahara Hakuba quickly thanked him, and Matsuoka Osamu waved his hand and said:
"Oh, no need to thank me. We're all buddies with Kitahara-sensei, right, Amami?"
"Yeah, yeah, we're all buddies." Tenkai Sou put an arm around Matsuoka Nobuyuki's shoulder.
Kitahara Hakuba sat down and watched the two men leave, stabbing each other in the side as they went.
"That's great, Kitahara-sensei. You even trained a personal guard at Shin-Asahi?" Shinomiya Haruka said with a chuckle.
Some members of the brass band who were relatively close to the two couldn't help but mutter under their breath, "You've never seen the real Kitahara Shingoku."
"Impressive, isn't it? Other teachers wouldn't even have this privilege," Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile.
"Look how proud you are."
Shinomiya Haruka gave him a playful, warning look, then glanced at the first-aid kits on the table and said...
"How did you become a school nurse?"
Kitahara Hakuba's gaze fell on the first-year student who ran past him and crossed the finish line, and he said calmly:
"Because music cannot save God Xuren."
Shinomiya Haruka's thigh gently bumped into him:
"Was he bored and got called over by my uncle?"
"As expected of Yao Bao, he can guess everything." Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile.
Haruka Shinomiya took out her phone, opened the camera, put her arm around Hakuma Kitahara's arm, and held the phone up high, seemingly to take a group photo.
Many students appeared on the screen, and they quickly realized this. Those who were more engaged made all sorts of strange expressions.
Because the two were in front of the third-year students, Saito Haruka and Kanzaki Eri also appeared on screen, but neither of them looked at the camera; instead, they both looked towards the track.
"Yuka!"
"Charge, Yuka!!"
"Isomoto-kun! Bring back a gold medal for our brass band!"
Almost every class has its own "tentacles" in the brass band, which resulted in cheers for Yuka Isomoto being heard all over the stands.
Yuka Isomoto stood on track number two, having finally managed to calm herself down, when suddenly she heard enthusiastic cheers, which instantly flushed her cheeks.
The female photographer from the news department seized the opportunity and finally moved the camera away from Kitahara Hakuba and onto Isomoto Yuka.
Students who didn't usually find her cute suddenly find her adorable and innocent.
"This is a great opportunity! All the girls from the track and field club are participating in the 50-meter race!" Sakurako Yukawa stood up excitedly when she noticed that none of the names on the electronic screen belonged to the track and field club.
Suzuki Yoshie rested her chin on Akamatsu Sayaka's shoulder and asked curiously:
"Why are they all running the 50-meter race? Wouldn't it be better to split them into different events?"
Saito Harutori, who had been sitting upright, smiled and said:
"They must have gone to ambush Yu Shou, she had some conflicts with the girls in the track and field club before."
Suzuki Yoshie gasped. "What terrifying girlish thoughts! Even if I can't get the gold medal, I won't allow you to get a top-three medal."
Just then, the defeated Rain Guardian returned after washing her face. Akamatsu Sayaka, with her right fist clenched, gently placed it on her left palm and said:
"As expected of Amemori! To think he could come up with such a scheme!"
"My scheme?" Yu Shou frowned slightly, not understanding what she was talking about.
"Yuka might win the 100-meter race this time: It's starting—" Yuka Sakurako was only halfway through her sentence when the starting gun fired.
Running is a skill. A good runner runs lightly, while an unskilled runner appears clumsy. Because Yuka Isomoto runs with the track and field girls all day long and has a good personality, she is not disliked by them, so she has also learned a lot of running techniques.
"Pong—!"
As soon as the gunshot rang out, Yuka Isomoto took the lead and ran out.
The other girls were still running with their arms swinging from side to side, which was nothing compared to her.
The 100-meter distance was covered in the blink of an eye, and Yuka Isomoto directly secured first place for the third consecutive year.
"Number one! We are the champions!!!"
"Calm down! Calm down! This is only three years' worth of information; the whole school will be involved later!"
"Oh oh oh!"
Originally, it should have been Class 3-A who said these things, but the enthusiasm of the brass band almost overshadowed them.
Soon, the school-wide women's 100-meter race began again.
At the sound of a gunshot, the six girls ran out at the same time, their strength visibly similar.
From Kitahara Hakuba's perspective, Yuka Isomoto and a second-year girl almost overlapped as they crossed the finish line.
Unfortunately, the second-year girl didn't have a chest, while Yu Xiang had a slight advantage, crossing the finish line first and winning the school's first place in the women's 100-meter dash.
"Ahhh! The brass band has produced a champion in the 100-meter dash! Sayaka! Haruka! Did you see that?!" Sakurako Yukawa laughed happily, as if she herself had won the gold medal.
Saito Harutori nodded with a smile, while Akamatsu Sayaka said from the side:
"What a pity, I should have gone too."
"With your running style?" Suzuki Yoshie said coquettishly, striking a pose like a young girl running.
"I am the next Sato Sayaka!"
"Haha, that's hilarious! Yashiki-senpai lost because she doesn't have any breasts!"
Kuno Tachibana suddenly burst into laughter, but the orange in his mouth tasted even sourer. He quickly raised his hand to cover his cheek and said...
"Ouch, it's so sour!"
"I don't understand what's so funny about her," Nagasawa Miya said, looking at her flat chest.
"So, does that mean Mai has a bigger starting advantage than us?" Kuno Tachibana said with a smile.
Kirishima Mai blushed, instinctively burying her ample chest in her knees, hugging her legs and murmuring:
"My athletic ability is very poor, and I can't win no matter how many advantages I have."
On the field, Yuka Isomoto supported herself on her knees with both hands, panting heavily. A moment later, a wet towel was handed to her.
"You're really amazing, Yuka."
Looking up, I saw Nagase Tsukiyo wearing a baseball cap; her position at the sports festival was equipment coordinator.
"Thank you." Yuka Isomoto took the wet towel, her gaze involuntarily drifting to Hakuba Kitahara.
He smiled, raised his hand, and gave a thumbs-up.
Yuka Isomoto's eyes lit up, and she quickly covered her increasingly hot face with a towel.