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Nagase Tsukiyo clutched the coin in front of her chest, sweat beading on her forehead, her face filled with guilt.
Saito Haruka's hands hung at her sides, her bangs falling naturally from her forehead, vaguely obscuring her eyes, and something burning hot was stuck in her throat.
A thick silence fell over the scene. Yuka Isomoto's heart was in her throat, but she still forced her stiff body to check the euphonium on the ground. She only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that everything was alright.
"Sunny Bird, thankfully the piston and tube are fine, just some paint chipped off. Here you go."
Saito Haruka took a deep breath, her full breasts appearing even rounder, and a hoarse voice squeezed out from her vocal cords:
"This is not necessary."
"Huh?" Yuka Isomoto stared in disbelief, her eyes wide.
"I'm giving this euphonium to you, Yuka. I'm sorry."
Saito Haruka's voice, tinged with breath, was exceptionally clear. She picked up her schoolbag and walked out without the slightest hesitation.
Seeing her like this, Nagase Tsukiyo lost the courage to step forward and hold her arm. After bowing slightly to the members in the bass classroom, she followed Saito Haruka out.
Yuka Isomoto clutched the silver euphonium in her hands, her lower eyelids twitching slightly, the missing silver paint on the brass tubes quite noticeable.
Give it to her? What does that mean...?
Retreat?
?
As they walked out of the club building, Nagase Tsukiyo followed behind Saito Harutori, the warm June breeze flowing between them.
The girl in front of him showed no sign of stopping; on the contrary, she seemed to be walking faster and faster.
The long silence was unbearable, so Nagase Tsukiyo gripped her backpack strap tightly and shouted:
"What else do you want to do? If you had come with me sooner, none of this would have happened."
As soon as she finished speaking, Saito Haruka stopped in her tracks, her eyes shimmering, and she bit her lip as she said:
"It's me who should be asking, what else does Yueye need to do?"
"What do you mean?" Nagase Tsukiyo frowned.
Saito Haruka turned around, her right eyelid twitching slightly, giving her a scrutinizing look as she said:
"You don't care about anything I do, so how much more do you want to do for Kitahara-sensei?"
Seeing the shadow falling over the other person's expression, Nagase Tsukiyo felt a sudden pang of panic, but ultimately mustered her courage and spoke.
“I’m not doing this for Kitahara-sensei, I’m doing this for Haruno’s sake. If you care too much about your own feelings and ruin others, you will definitely regret it one day. When that time comes, you will blame yourself for all the responsibility and mistakes. Do you want to be in pain?”
Saito Haruka bit her lip so hard that she could taste the rust. She immediately hit the nail on the head.
"And what about you, Moonlit Night? How you treat us now, haven't you considered the possibility of losing us? Won't you be in pain if you regret it in the future?"
Nagase Tsukiyo found this statement puzzling:
"What are you talking about?"
Saito Harutori's tone was tinged with barely perceptible anxiety: "You never told everyone the truth. The brass band was just an excuse for you to leave. There are still many things you're hiding from me that I don't want to tell you."
“What truth… I’m not hiding anything…” Nagase Tsukiyo gripped the shoulder strap of her backpack tightly.
"You dare say you haven't hidden anything from me!"
Saito Harutori's tone suddenly became excited, attracting the attention of some passing students, including some familiar faces.
"Can you swear you haven't hidden anything from me?!"
Her reaction frightened Nagase Tsukiyo. It was quite unusual for Harutori, who always greeted people with a smile, to be so emotional.
"You don't dare to swear an oath at all."
Saito Haruka squeezed out a sound through her clenched teeth.
"You're tired of me, you just want to leave me, you think we're not worth you telling your true feelings? You think a teacher like Kitahara can make you tell your true feelings? How long have you even known him?"
Upon hearing her words, a surge of anger suddenly rose in Nagase Tsukiyo's heart, and the glow of dusk bloomed in her eyes:
"Since you have so much resentment in your heart! Why didn't you just leave the department with me in the first place! Why should I leave the department just because I want to leave you! Don't you have any thoughts of your own?! Are you here to criticize me now?!"
"Because I love the tutti!"
Saito Harutori's voice was like a spark that burst forth from a fireplace, scattering across the school courtyard and startling the birds on the branches.
Her words reached his ears with crystal clarity, causing Nagase Tsukiyo to gasp and take a step back as if trying to escape, his palms unconsciously becoming sweaty.
We need to take her to Mr. Kitahara's house to apologize, otherwise, if things get out of hand, Haruno's reputation at school will be completely ruined.
But now I don't want to hear her say any of this, and I want to leave immediately.
Torn between two conflicting emotions, Nagase Tsukiyo could only take deep breaths repeatedly, weighing the pros and cons.
"You haven't understood anything all these years! We've all been with you, and in the end you just say 'I'm leaving the department' and that's it! What do you take us for?!"
Saito Harukori, her long legs slightly parted beneath her pleated skirt, rebuked with all her might.
"Eri doesn't like the oboe at all, but you still made her play it! You still don't understand that I've come to like the tutti! You've always been the most selfish person! I've been so lenient with you! Why are you still like this to me!"
"Ne-yi-yi!"
Nagase Tsukiyo swallowed timidly, finally unable to bear the atmosphere any longer, and turned to leave.
But Saito Harutori, now engulfed in flames, wasn't about to let her leave so easily. Frowning, she strode forward and grabbed her arm without a word.
"You're not leaving! You're going to stay here and listen carefully until I've poured out all my frustrations!"
"let me go--!"
Nagase Tsukiyo struggled anxiously, but Saito Haruka was more voluptuous and taller than her, making it virtually impossible for her to break free.
"Didn't you want to talk? I've stopped to have a serious talk with you!"
Saito Haruka's face was contorted with effort.
"You say I want to escape, but actually you're the one who wants to escape!"
While clutching her schoolbag, Nagase Tsukiyo raised her voice and said, "That's not what I want to talk to you about! Let go of me!"
"From childhood to now, you've been the only one who's ever happily played the trumpet. Eri and I have always done things according to your wishes!"
"I told you to let me go!" Nagase Tsukiyo's face turned bright red, and her brain was throbbing with the rush of blood.
Saito Harutori gripped her arm and backpack strap tightly, and said resolutely:
"I won't let you leave! I'll take responsibility for my own actions! I'll beg for Mr. Kitahara's forgiveness even if I have to kneel down! But I can't let you leave unscathed!"
Although the two beautiful girls from Shenxu High School were entangled together, in the eyes of the students, they did not seem to be fighting, but rather throwing a tantrum.
Because as girls, they didn't grab each other's hair, which is completely impossible in a fight between women.
"Speak! Why did you leave the department!" Saito Harutori demanded breathlessly.
Nagase Tsukiyo's struggles grew weaker and weaker; although she played the trumpet, it did not mean that her arms were muscular.
"I already said there's no hope! I need to think about the future!" she said, her legs slightly bent. "Let me go!"
"
"You're not telling the truth! I won't let you go until you tell me!"
As she resisted, her long, black hair, as dark as night, kept flashing past Saito Haruka's eyes.
Nagase Tsukiyo gradually lost her strength and collapsed to the ground. To prevent her from escaping, Saito Harutori sat down, holding her upper body.
There was a faint trace of dust on both the white ankle socks and the black calf socks.
"Qingniao, let me go! You're attracting too much attention, which is bad for both of us," Chang Shuyue said breathlessly in the moonlight.
Because of her constant deep breathing, her mouth and throat became completely dry.
Many students around them stopped and looked at the two, while members of the wind band opened their windows on the high-rise building and looked down.
Seeing that her resistance was weakening, Saito Harutori loosened his grip on her.
"I don't care anymore. If you really consider me a friend, then tell me the truth about leaving the club."
“Telling you won’t change anything!” Nagase Tsukiyo tried to break free suddenly, but Saito Harukori didn’t give her any chance.
As long as she exerts force, the girl beside her will also increase the strength of the restraints.
"Are you crazy? Do you want to waste time here with me?" Nagase Tsukiyo asked, somewhat dumbfounded.
"I won't let go as long as you don't tell me."
At this moment, Saito Harukori resembled a naive child throwing a tantrum in front of a toy store, demanding that her parents buy her toys.
Chapter 110, Page 109: Kitahara Hakuba is a wolf in sheep's clothing (4K)
Hakodate Bay is edged with orange-red, and the girl's face is also tinged with red.
Neither of them was willing to back down. Nagase Tsukiyo was unwilling to reveal the so-called truth, while Saito Harukori adopted a stance that he wouldn't let them leave until they spoke.
"Sunny Bird! Moonlit Night!"
Just as the two were arguing back and forth, Sakurako Yukawa, her three braids swaying and making a clicking sound as she ran out of the club building.
"What are you two doing here? Fighting?" she asked, panting as she approached them.
Saito Haruka took the opportunity to slip her arm under Nagase Tsukiyo's armpit and place her hand on her shoulder.
The current situation is that if she doesn't let go, Yueye won't be able to escape.
“This is a private matter between me and Tsukiyo, and it has nothing to do with you, Sakurako,” Saito Harutori said, her face flushed.
Nagase Tsukiyo gritted her teeth and said:
"Let go of me! Stop always doing things your own way! Can't you be a little more mature?!"
Sakurako Yukawa's clear, dark eyes were filled with shock, because these two people usually displayed good manners and upbringing in every word and action, and she had never seen them do such an extreme thing in public.
“You have no right to tell me that!” Saito Harutori retorted.
Sakurako Yukawa reached out to intervene, wanting to separate the two first:
“Let’s talk things out. If we keep going like this, everyone will be angry and nothing will be resolved.”
No matter how hard I tried, it was all in vain.
"I also want to talk this out. Who started it?" Nagase Tsukiyo grabbed the arms binding her chest with both hands.