I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"She begged me to let you come back, saying you really liked the euphonium and the wind section."

A moonlit night.

"I rejected her."

Kitahara Hakuba's tone remained unchanged, but upon hearing this, the girl's long eyelashes shimmered with an unpredictable light in her eyes.

“Hmm…that’s definitely how it should be.” Saito Harutori nodded involuntarily in agreement. “Taibahara-sensei, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

Hearing her voice of approval, Kitahara Hakuba could feel the awkwardness clinging to the girl.

“Do you know why I didn’t let you return to the club? Putting aside my reasons,” Kitahara Hakuba reminded him.

The sunlight was eroding the girl's fair thighs, and the blue veins on them were even visible.

"Yes, because of Yuka."

Kitahara Hakuba didn't want Saito Haruka to return to the club because he was worried that Yuka's performance would be affected, especially since the two of them were in the same vocal section and would see each other all the time.

"If I had to choose between the two, I would choose Yuka."

His emotionless voice echoed in the living room, "She told me that she initially started practicing because of you, and it had nothing to do with me."

Saito Harutori swallowed unconsciously, a feeling of unease creeping down her spine.

"You can stay here after you finish eating. I'm going out now."

Kitahara Hakuba packed his things, took his work laptop, and went out.

"Have a safe journey," Saito Harutori said, bowing behind him.

The scene was a bit strange, but Kitahara Hakuba didn't pay much attention to it.

Take the tram and get off at Wulingguo. Walk a short distance to the school and head to the staff office.

Director Ferry was also in the office early, and as soon as he came in, they started discussing the band's accommodation program.

"Several guest rooms over there are under renovation, which may be tough on the students."

"How exactly is it bitter?"

"We'll rent eight of the twelve rooms for them, but kids this age love to chat, so it'll be more lively with more people."

“Okay, no problem.” Kitahara Hakuba nodded without the slightest hesitation.

This is nothing; he once had twenty-six people sharing a room.

"By the way, Xiaoyao said she wanted the school to hire her as the assistant instructor for the brass band. Did you know about this?"

The ferryman kept raising his hand to touch his smooth head.

"Yes, she did tell me that I'm the only advisor for the wind band right now, and I'm really too busy to handle both the A and B sections."

Baldy, you once told me you'd find a college student, but I never even met her, and the school won't even give me a raise.

The ferryman leaned back, his body groaning in agony.

“If she were to serve as an assistant instructor, her salary might not be very high. I think it would be best for her to focus on running the music store.”

"Okay, I'll follow the ferry director's arrangements."

For Kitahara Hakuba, Shinomiya Haruka wasn't a must-come; it would just be a bit tiring for him.

Perhaps the ferry manager didn't want his niece to sacrifice too much for a boy.

The ferryman suddenly asked:

"Kitahara, have you ever thought about marrying Touharu?"

"what?"

marry?

“You’re both twenty-three, and you have stable jobs. It would be even better if you were planning to get married.”

The ferryman glanced at the Fourth Generation, making sure no one from the Yuan clan was there, before speaking.

“I’m retiring next year. I also have shares in this school. I’d like to give you a chance to move up in Shenxu, take on more responsibilities, and make some money.”

His intentions were good, but Kitahara Hakuba could only offer a vague answer:

"Thank you, Director, but right now I'm only thinking about getting the brass band into the national competition, and I can't think about anything else."

The ferry manager frowned slightly, and said, seemingly a little disrespectful, "

"Alright, since that's what you think, there's nothing else to do. Go ahead and get back to work."

"it is good."

Kitahara Hakuba returned to his seat and began organizing the music class curriculum for the start of the September semester.

He didn't dislike the ferryman; he was just worried that his niece was being taken advantage of. In fact, he was quite responsible.

He didn't leave the office until nearly 8:30.

Upon arriving at the club building, I found that none of the practice rooms for each section were occupied, except for the occasional harmonies of various instruments that could be heard from the first music classroom.

Kitahara Hakuba stepped forward and peered through the glass window in the sliding door.

As the orchestra's principal, Yu Shou is suspected of giving instructions to the members of the wind instrument section from the piano bench.

The girl's slender fingers pressed the piano keys, and the emotionless piano music echoed in the classroom, while sunlight cast dappled patterns on the walls.

A, F, C, G... gradually calibrate each note, with each part taking turns using their instrument to produce the scales of the piano in unison, and repeat this process to adjust.

This tuning method was taught to Amemori by Kitahara Hakuba. Now, the members' skills have improved considerably, and the tuning task can be completed in a short time.

After adjusting the sound, Kitahara Hakuba opened the door and entered the classroom.

“Everyone’s practice time started much earlier than Wu Ding’s,” he said with a smile as he stepped forward.

Summer training camp is just around the corner, and the club members are arriving at school half an hour early, which has greatly increased their enthusiasm.

When Yu Shou saw Kitahara Hakuba approaching, especially noticing his somewhat messy hair, a sense of novelty welled up within him.

"Teacher Kitahara... thank you for your continued guidance!"

The girl's undisguised infatuation was seen by the club members, but for them, this infatuation should be limited to their infatuation with Kitahara-sensei's personal charm.

"You've worked hard, Amemori-kun." Kitahara Hakuba looked at her and smiled faintly. "Chief, you've been doing a good job."

The praised Yu Shoudeng blushed, his heart pounding in his chest. He quickly bowed and said:

"This is something we should do for Kitahara-sensei!"

After she finished speaking, she returned to her seat.

"It should be said that it was made for the brass band club...:::::::" Kuno Tachibana couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

As if panting, Yu Shou's gaze was fixed on Kitahara Hakuma on the stage, and he murmured:

"I made this for Kitahara-sensei."

These firm words drew the attention of Nagase Tsukiyo, who was standing nearby. Amemori's expression was as sweet as a sugar candy, and she was a little smug after being praised.

Kitahara Hakuba clapped his hands and said:

"Now that the tuning is finished, everyone please adjust yourselves and let's begin practicing."

"it is good!"

The team members were in high spirits and answered with more enthusiasm than ever before.

"One, two, one, two, three, four."

As the baton of Kitahara Hakuba fell, the brass and woodwind instruments, accompanied by the percussion of the Sanchō, produced a melody, instantly giving the audience a magnificent and extraordinary impression.

Nagase Tsukiyo's mind was not on the sheet music or Kitahara Hakuba at all; her thoughts had already wandered off to some unknown place, with Harutori's euphonium constantly echoing in her ears.

Because I love the tukulele!

"It's too weak, too weak. I can't hear it clearly at all. I can't tell if it made any sound at all."

Kitahara Hakuba's voice echoed in the classroom, his words aimed directly at Nagase Tsukiyo.

The girl's earlobes were slightly red, and she lowered her eyes sullenly, not daring to look at him.

"sorry...

.

"Nase-kun, you've been completely distracted all day. Do you even want to participate in the audition?"

Nagase Tsukiyo tightly pressed her legs together, and a misty vapor rose from the silver muzzle of her horn.

"I think."

"And you need to get back on track. Your emotions are affecting other members. If you continue like this, I think you might need to take a break and work a full day."

He made some harsh remarks while wearing an unusually cheerful expression. Judging from his appearance alone, every girl would think that their advisor was a gentle and teacher-like man.

But only those who have experienced his training can understand just how serious this person really is.

Chapter 136, Section 135: Her heart told her that from now on, it wouldn't just be about playing the euphonium (4K).

Practice ended at 4 PM.

Some people chose to go home, while others chose to stay at school. After all, although the Hong Kong Festival lasted for four or five days, the novelty wore off after the first two days.

Yuka Isomoto put the euphonium back into its instrument case and gently stroked the surface of the case.

The black instrument case that had been with her for more than two years was quite old, with scratches of varying lengths on its surface. Thinking of this, her gaze couldn't help but drift toward one of the instrument stands.

There stood a black instrument case, all alone, but inside lay a silver euphonium.

Yuka Isomoto's heart was pounding rapidly, and the image of Haruki Saito playing the euphonium involuntarily flashed through her mind.

Beautiful, gentle, and with the air of a scholar.

In the corridor, the sounds of indoor shoes rubbing against the floor could be heard from time to time, along with members' complaints about the traffic at the port festival.

Coming to her senses, she pushed her instrument case back into the shelf, walked out of the instrument management room, and heard the bright tone of the trumpet.

"Nagase-senpai doesn't seem to be very strong either, Kitahara-sensei has said so many times about her."

"Indeed, I feel she's not as good as Kuno. I don't know what those upperclassmen are thinking."

"Keep your voice down. Actually, Nagase-senpai still has a lot of fans in the club."