I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Nagase Tsukiyo's words immediately made Kitahara Hakuba realize that she was an naive and naive girl.

“Because I’m all grown up now.” Kitahara Hakuba took a sip of barley tea and said frankly, “Besides, I have two younger sisters, my mother is a full-time housewife, and my father’s salary isn’t high.”

"..." Nagase Tsukiyo's gaze fell on the cup, and she said somewhat sullenly, "Am I being too willful right now?"

"no."

Kitahara Hakuba immediately rejected the idea, and Nagase Tsukiyo, who had been looking dejected, raised her head.

“The ‘favor’ bestowed upon you is not necessarily the ‘favor’ you want. Just as no two people in the world are exactly the same, your joy and pain are only your own. We all have the right to feel our own pain and joy, and there is absolutely no need to compare.”

His words greatly surprised Nagase Tsukiyo, as if a gust of wind had suddenly extinguished the flickering candlelight filled with confusion.

Her cherry-colored lips curved slightly upwards as she raised her hand to cover her face and laughed. When she laughed, the under-eye bags under her eyes were very full.

Kitahara Hakuba was puzzled and asked, "What's so funny?"

"Hmm~"

Nagase Tsukiyo denied it with a nasal tone, shaking her head as she spoke.

"I just feel... Kitahara-sensei, you really are like a teacher, that's wonderful. Kindness isn't necessarily the kind of kindness I want."

"What are you going to do?"

"If you hadn't asked me to repay the loan, I naturally wouldn't have dared to ask for it back." Nagase Tsukiyo sat up straight.

He said sternly.

Kitahara Hakuba shrugged noncommittally.

While one cannot judge a person's character based on a single incident, a lack of boundaries often reveals deeper issues, and he certainly understands this.

Demanding that she repay the money is tantamount to saying, "I have ulterior motives and want to fight with you."

Nagase Tsukiyo took a deep breath and said:

“I know it’s stupid to entrust this to someone else, but it’s the only thing I can do right now. I hope you can help me.”

For some reason, hearing Nagase Tsukiyo say those words with his own ears, and combining that with the fact that she hadn't given Saito Haruka a pleasant look back then, Kitahara Hakuba felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

"Okay, give me your card number, and I'll transfer three million to your card today. I'll send the rest later."

"Now?"

Nagase Tsukiyo was somewhat surprised, not to mention that the exam wasn't until next year, how could he have so much money now?

"Yes, that will put your mind at ease. But don't worry, I won't take it back."

Kitahara Hakuba spoke calmly.

"If outsiders find out about this, it will do us nothing but harm. If rumors start spreading, it will be beyond our control."

Nagase Tsukiyo could somewhat understand his unspoken meaning: "If I go back on my word, you can kill me anytime, and conversely, I can kill you too."

"understood."

“Eri Kanzaki won’t do either,” Kitahara Hakuba reminded him. “This is a secret between the two of us.”

“Mm.” Nagase Tsukiyo nodded obediently.

Kitahara Hakuba downed the barley tea in one gulp, his throat bobbing up and down as it emerged from his collar, the afternoon light illuminating his handsome profile.

Nagase Tsukiyo stared directly at him, her legs unconsciously pressed together.

She suddenly realized that he wasn't just a teacher, but also a boy, a boy who had just graduated from university.

At only twenty-three years old, the "teacher" filter was too strong, overshadowing all these other factors.

Does that mean... she's currently alone in a room with a boy?

Realizing this, Nagase Tsukiyo's heart involuntarily quickened.

To hide her frantic heartbeat, she couldn't help but shake her head in all directions, pretending to look at the room's decor, her long, fine hair gently brushing against her cheeks.

"Why don't you stay for dinner? I bought some groceries." Kitahara Hakuba stood up; the groceries he bought from the store hadn't been washed yet.

Before Nagase Tsukiyo could even think, she quickly stood up, stretched out her hand, and said:

"Then I'll help you wash."

.?

Kitahara Hakuba stood there, somewhat stunned, watching her carry the shopping bags and walk towards the small kitchen next door.

The girl glanced at the wall, then skillfully took off her apron and tied it on.

No? Young Miss?

This is just a very common polite phrase, how could you take it seriously? Shouldn't you have replied with "No, I have something to do"?

Chapter 83, Section 82: What is it that I really like?

Kitahara Hakuba scratched his head, having intended to message Shinomiya Haruka to invite her to dinner.

Now things are really messed up. Nagase Tsukiyo is stuck here, looking a bit silly. He can't exactly kick her out, nor can he ask Shinomiya Haruka, "Can I bring a female student to eat with me?"

Eating together is one thing, but who brings a high school girl (JK) home to eat together?

With Shinomiya Haruka's quick wit, she must know there's something fishy going on between the two; how could she possibly be kept in the dark?

He took out his phone and had no choice but to send a message to Shinomiya Haruka.

Kitahara Hakuba: "I'm busy today, the students dragged me out to eat."

She replied very quickly.

Shinomiya Haruka: "Boy or girl?"

Kitahara Hakuba: "I think you should let your guard down as long as they're students."

Shinomiya Haruka: "Oh?"

Kitahara Hakuba: "Hmm?"

Haruka Shinomiya: "Okay, but don't drink or smoke. I don't like the smell when we kiss."

Kitahara Hakuba: "Hmm."

It concluded successfully.

Kitahara Hakuba looked inside and saw that Nagase Tsukiyo's long black hair was tied into a ponytail with a large bow around her waist, making her look quite elegant.

Especially because of the apron, the slender waist and hip curves are highlighted even more clearly.

The two beautiful legs under the skirt were long and straight.

Honestly, she looks sexy and cute at the same time.

Who would have thought... that a young lady of high birth would be washing vegetables in his kitchen.

Kitahara Hakuba stared at her legs in silence for a while. It wasn't that he didn't want Shinomiya Haruka to come; it was that he had no choice at the moment.

He walked over and found Nagase Tsukiyo washing enoki mushrooms.

Hey.

Why isn't he even rolling up his sleeves? Kitahara Hakuba frowned.

It was so painful to watch!

"You sit down, I'll cook."

He suppressed his displeasure and watched helplessly as dark water stains appeared on her sleeve.

"No need, no need, I can help with this." Nagase Tsukiyo said.

Kitahara Hakuba couldn't stand it any longer. Standing behind the girl, he reached out and helped her roll up her sleeves.

"Your sleeves will get wet in no time if you don't roll them up. You should have learned this in home economics class."

No, putting aside home economics classes, this is common sense, isn't it?

His direct explanation, coupled with the heat surging from behind, made Nagase Tsukiyo feel shy and uneasy.

She could even hear his rhythmic breathing, accompanied by his warm, moist breath, gently brushing against her ears.

“I’m really sorry, I rarely do these things.” Nagase Tsukiyo’s face flushed slightly. She could clearly feel Kitahara Hakuba’s strong chest pressing against her back, making her involuntarily hunch her shoulders.

For some reason, I felt so embarrassed, even though it was so hot.

Kitahara Hakuba's outstretched fingers brushed against Nagase Tsukiyo's hand, feeling its incredibly smooth texture.

“That’s enough.” Kitahara Hakuba said, looking at her exposed fair forearms. “Leave the washing to me.”

"Ok.

Since we didn't buy much, the vegetable washing process was completed quickly.

Kitahara Hakuba cooked the meal himself, but because the kitchen was too small for two people to stay in, Nagase Tsukiyo stayed outside the kitchen the whole time.

He brought up a plate of stir-fried baby bok choy with beef, then went back to get two bowls of rice, and miso soup with chopped scallions and pineapple leaves.

Today's meal was already quite simple, and I wouldn't go out to buy more just because she stayed.

"Are you going to be a piano instructor again today?"

"Ah."

"Thanks for your hard work."

"will not."

:

Kitahara Hakuba kept his head down as he ate, which is why he was terrified that Nagase Tsukiyo would stay for dinner.

The two weren't very familiar with each other and didn't have much in common. Eating face-to-face was like being in prison.

It's true that beautiful girls are pleasing to the eye, but who will help them with chatting?

Most importantly, as a teacher, he can't say anything inappropriate or childish in front of his students.

But it shouldn't be too serious either.

Who understands? He's only twenty-three. It's just a difference in their professions that creates an insurmountable gap between them.

"I never expected you, Kitahara-sensei, to cook such delicious food," Nagase Tsukiyo said with a look of surprise.