stonecrandall Page 151
Page 151
He took out his wallet and placed a stack of banknotes worth tens of thousands on the table.
"Kitahara-sensei!" A look of surprise flashed across Saito Harutori's small face. "I can't accept these! They're too many!"
On the table were twenty-three 10,000 yen bills, almost all the 10,000 yen bills in Kitahara Hakuba's wallet.
Kitahara Hakuba raised his hand and gestured:
"You can use this money or not; I won't force you to use it."
His words made Saito Harutori frown, confused, her bangs swaying gently on either side of her forehead.
Seeing the girl's puzzled expression, Kitahara Hakuba continued to explain:
"This money can serve as your security. I don't want you to do something foolish one day because you have no money to spend..."
1
He paused for a moment, a mysterious smile playing on his lips, and continued:
"However, I don't think you're that kind of person, but I still don't want that 'what if' to happen to you, after all, you're really beautiful."
Saito Haruka never expected things to turn out this way. Every time she spent with Kitahara Hakuba, she felt how awful and short-sighted she was.
His words sounded comforting. Saito Haruka found it hard to believe that just a few months ago she was so jealous of him that she couldn't sleep, but now she was excited beyond words because of him.
Just how amazing is this person's alchemy?
"By the way, guys might call this a backup hidden energy source," Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile.
"I...I..."
To hide her embarrassment, Saito Haruka kept fiddling with her bangs and the strands of hair on her chest, and the voice she squeezed out from her throat was several times more pathetic than usual.
"Teacher Kitahara, would you like to stay for dinner? I'll go out and buy you some groceries."
She only wanted to express her gratitude through her actions, and was about to leave when Kitahara Hakuba stopped her.
"No need, I have something to do and I'll leave now."
He still had to take a three-hour bullet train ride to the Mercedes-Benz dealership in Sapporo to look at cars. He had made an appointment with the salesperson, and by the time he arrived there it would be past 4 p.m., so he wouldn't have time to have dinner with her.
"By the way, you should probably change the lock since you live alone," he reminded me.
“Yes,” Saito Harutori nodded timidly, crossing her arms with one hand, her fair fingers digging into her skin and leaving crescent-shaped marks.
As I watched him about to step out of the entrance hall, an indescribable emotion suddenly welled up in my heart, but I didn't know what to say.
The small items left behind by the previous tenant were placed in the corner, and Saito Haruka didn't know what to say about the dust that had accumulated on them and the passage of time.
but......
"Teacher Kitahara!"
Suddenly, a girl's shout came from behind.
Immediately following, the sound of hurried footsteps rang out, and with each small step, Saito Haruka's skirt fluttered.
Before Kitahara Hakuba could react, he was bumped in the back by a soft body, but he could clearly feel that she had pulled back.
Please, don't hate me...:
Saito Harutori wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, her delicate, flushed cheek pressed against his back, her tone unusually soft and timid.
Kitahara Hyakuma stood there blankly, raising his hands to show his innocence. The girl behind him hugged him tightly as if seeking comfort, her breathing becoming increasingly disordered as she pounded against his back.
"Teacher Kitahara, please, please don't hate me..."
Her voice was filled with helplessness, her cherry-colored lips uttering barely audible, heart-wrenching sighs, each word slowly fading into silence in the scorching air.
Kitahara Hakuba was terrified. Not long ago, it was Isomoto Yuka in front of him, and now it was Saito Haruki behind him. He didn't dare to move at all.
I am a rag doll, I am a rag doll, I am a rag doll that can only raise its hands.
The girl buried her face in his broad back, her long brown hair obscuring her expression, as if she were breathing heavily because of greed.
“Saito-kun?” Kitahara Hakuba spat and said, “Calm down, I don’t dislike you.”
There's no other way to deal with the current situation except to say this.
The white coat was deeply wrinkled from her grip, and Saito Haruka slowly let go, her cheeks flushed red, perhaps from embarrassment.
"Sorry... I look too scary."
Yes, a little bit.
Kitahara Hakuba gave a wry smile and said:
"It's okay, I'll go now. Contact me if you encounter any difficulties."
After saying that, he left quickly, as if he wanted to keep his job.
Saito Harutori raised her hand to cover her chest; her heart was beating several times more violently than usual.
Her heart told her that from now on, she would love more than just the wind band and the euphonium.
Chapter 137, Section 136: Sorry, ensemble performances are not allowed here (4K)
The next morning at 6:30, time seemed to pass much more slowly than usual, and the tram cars, which ran every fifteen minutes, were packed with people.
As soon as she boarded the train, Saito Harutori had to be careful not to get pushed out of the handrail by the crowd, while also keeping track of when they would arrive at Goryokaku Station.
With two stops to go, she carefully moved slowly toward the train door.
Before she could even stand still, she saw Yuka Isomoto holding the rings with her arms raised high. Through the raised cuffs of her sleeves, Haruka Saito could glimpse the girl's exceptionally smooth underarms.
Saito Haruka instinctively wanted to greet him, but in the end, she could only make the shape of a greeting, and any further thoughts she had were just empty words.
At this moment, the train conductor announced the station name over the loudspeaker, and the mains power supply stopped at the next station.
As she parked, Yuka Isomoto's body involuntarily leaned forward, and her loafers hurriedly stepped forward, making a screeching sound as they rubbed against the car floor.
Saito Harutori involuntarily reached out and grabbed her wrist. Isomoto Yuka was startled, thinking she had encountered a pervert, and quickly turned her head away.
Their eyes met, and both could see the unease on the other's face.
She gazed at Yuka's face, sculpted by her black hair, her supple skin, her thin lips, and the occasional glint of light in her eyes.
A warm, tingling sensation arises from the depths of my heart as my fingertips glide across my skin.
The carriage was quiet, with only the sound of the mains electricity running. The two of them stood together without saying a word, as if unwilling to break the silence.
Upon arriving at Goryokaku Station, the crowd filed out, and Isomoto Yuka clutched her schoolbag as she stepped out of the carriage.
A large magnolia tree stands beside the street, its dense foliage resembling a towering pagoda, adorned with milky-white blossoms.
Yuka Isomoto stepped into the golden puddle, the golden light filtering through her eyelashes and shimmering faintly in her eyes.
"Yuka."
She heard Saito Haruka's voice behind her. She intended to ignore it and walk away, but her feet involuntarily stopped.
"What are you doing?" she asked, fiddling with her bra strap.
“I heard your performance at the regional tournament, it was amazing,” Saito Harutori said, arms crossed.
Yuka lowered her head, her gaze falling on the slender legs peeking out from under the girl's dress. Her heart was pounding.
"Teacher Kitahara, you're very gentle, aren't you?" Saito Harutori glanced to the side, her tone calm and gentle.
Yuka Isomoto blurted out the words without thinking:
"You're only finding this out now."
The decorative round buttons on Saito Harukori's dress reflect the sunlight:
"He's always like this, saying things I can't imagine and doing things I can't do. What would we do without him?"
Yuka Isomoto was silent for a moment before speaking:
"Whether it's the brass band or us, Mr. Kitahara has never given up on us... So, I can't give up on the euphonium; I have to repay him properly."
Saito Harutori knew that the "we" she was referring to included her.
The rustling sound of wind blowing through the leaves reached her ears. Yuka Isomoto looked up and stared at Haruka Saito's face, a face filled with sadness and utter despair.
"I think I'll never forget you all."
Isn't she the same way?
Yuka Isomoto clutched her skirt tightly, looking at Haruka Saito and saying:
"I hope you can repay Kitahara-sensei well. As long as it's good for Kitahara-sensei, I can accept anything. You helped me so much in the past, but I won't hold it against you anymore. That's all I have to say."
After she finished speaking, she quickly ran away, leaving only Saito Harutori alone under the dappled shade of the trees, watching the girl's skirt flutter.
The original meaning of this sentence is to wipe the slate clean; she will no longer remember the good things she did, but she will also forget the bad things she did.
Having grasped this point in such a short time, Saito Haruka's heart was pounding so hard she felt like it would burst, and she rubbed her hair with one hand.
He lowered his eyes, deep in thought.
"Yuka...
3
Just then, her phone rang. It was a call from the customer service hotline. She answered the call and hurriedly headed towards the station.
"I'm so sorry, something happened, I'm really sorry!"
Q
"Nase-kun, are you really playing seriously? The note here is too high."
During individual practice time, a strange tension floated through the trumpet practice room, and it was Kuno Tachibana who broke the atmosphere.
For several days in a row, she has been in very poor condition.
Kuno Tachibana sighed helplessly, removed the silver mouthpiece, and wiped the water droplets that had condensed on its surface with a handkerchief:
"If this continues, Mr. Kitahara will also criticize today's ensemble performance. Then everyone will think I bullied you and made you play terribly."
Nagase Tsukiyo lowered her head with an elegant movement; she really hadn't expected to be taught a lesson by a first-year student.
However, she had heard a bit about this junior, Kuno Tachibana. That was just her temperament. She could act cute when she wanted to, but when she got tough, no one could stop her. She had no regard for the hierarchy of students based on their grade level.
“I’ll be careful,” Nagase Tsukiyo said.
Kuno Tachibana's eyes are curved: