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However, what made her feel even more regretful and ashamed was that the carriage where Kitahara-sensei was sitting was also an ordinary carriage.
Of the four people, she was the only one to sit in the privileged carriage. No matter how you looked at it, she felt deliberately abandoned.
But Nagase Tsukiyo understood that Kitahara-sensei was not the kind of person who would isolate students.
In terms of scheming, Saito Haruka and Kanzaki Eri are far superior to her.
The Shinkansen "Ichi-Hayabusa" arrived at the station, and Kitahara Hakuba entered the same car as the other two, while Nagase Tsukiyo walked alone towards the privilege car.
Sitting in the spacious seat, Nagase Tsukiyo covered her face, which was flushed with sadness, with her hands. Her anxious mood was like a taut string, ready to snap at any moment.
I'm like this: no matter what I do, I'll miss out on him, right?
Inside the ordinary carriage, two beautiful girls leaned against the window, with Kitahara Hakuba sitting next to Kanzaki Eri.
The bus hasn't left yet; I don't know how long I'll have to wait.
"Teacher Kitahara, when is your meeting?" Saito Harutori asked.
Kitahara Hakuba answered truthfully, "The meeting at eight in the morning was supposed to last two hours."
"That should be enough time."
Saito Haruka's gaze fell on Kanzaki Eri, who was wearing headphones and looking down at a book called "Wandering Moon".
Eri, why did she ask Kitahara-sensei to sit with her?
At this point, Kitahara Hakuba brought up the more serious matter concerning himself and the paddy field ducks:
"By the way, my mother said she wants you to come to my house for dinner tonight. See if it's convenient for you and if it's close to where you live. If it's too far, don't go."
“Huh?” Saito Harutori clasped her hands together in front of her chest and said with a smile, “Since it’s Mother’s arrangement, then I must go.”
Excuse me, that's my mother.
Kitahara Hakuba had no doubts about Saito Harukori.
He glanced sideways at Eri Kanzaki beside him and said:
"Kanzaki-san, can you hear me?"
Kanzaki Eri took off her headphones, glanced at Kitahara Hakuba, and said with a slight smile:
"I am willing."
Isn't there a better way to answer? Although it's still an answer, it just feels a bit strange.
Kitahara Hakuba nodded, took out his phone, and said:
"Okay, I'll talk to my family and cook for you."
Next, I sent a message to Chang Shuyueye.
However, she probably won't go, since the girl is so polite and wouldn't want to put him and Inada Kamo in a difficult position.
Kitahara Hakuba:
"Nagase-kun, my mother said she'd like you to come over for a meal. Is that convenient for you? If you live far away, please don't come; you should get some rest."
A little while later, he added his home address.
Kitahara Hakuba:
"Look how far it is from where you live."
no answer.
Strange.
Ten minutes later, the train started moving.
Still no answer.
Chapter 235, Section 234: Three Women, One Man, and Tokyo is So Hot (4K)
Kitahara Hakuba walked upstairs, passing the practice rooms for each vocal section.
There was practically no one there, but that was within his expectations, since it was still the cultural festival.
When I passed the saxophone section, I found that the members of the A section saxophone group were all still in the classroom practicing, playing "Kise".
Saxophone Etudes.
However, there was another outsider present: Kana Eto, who plays the oboe, was also there, seemingly to keep Kami Takahashi company.
When he stood at the door, Takahashi Kami and the others noticed him.
Kitahara Hakuba stood at the door without stepping inside, feeling the need to put some pressure on them, and said calmly:
"Don't worry about me. When I get back next Monday, I'll be checking each and every one of you. Don't let your guard down."
"I'll consider replacing underperforming members from section B, understand?"
The voice section leader, Sana Akamatsu, remained silent, her head bowed, her bangs almost completely covering her eyes.
Those who know him know that he is a coward.
"Yes!"
Kami Takahashi was the first to respond, and soon after, the other saxophone members followed suit.
"You can go out and have fun during the cultural festival. Also, I'm in the first music classroom. You can come find me if you don't understand anything."
After finishing his sentence, Kitahara Hakuba turned and walked towards the First Music Room.
However, halfway there, I suddenly realized that this sentence might only put psychological pressure on them and wouldn't have the effect of relaxing them.
It's as if it's warning me, "I'm right here in the first music classroom. If I see anyone missing when I'm on patrol, I'll remember them for the rest of my life!"
As soon as I opened the door to the music classroom, I saw a girl crawl out from under the multimedia table.
But Kitahara Hakuba was already experienced and wasn't surprised.
"My phone is dead again?"
Upon hearing Kitahara-sensei's somewhat defiant tone, Isohara Yuka, her delicate body standing ramrod straight, blushed slightly and said:
"Well, I won't buy an iPhone next time. The battery dropped to 85% after just one year."
Kitahara Hakuba walked over, sat down in a chair, took out his phone, and unconsciously scrolled through his browser. The distant war had been going on for several years and had not yet ended.
Sigh, humanity has started another endless war. Looking at the news reports of people's suffering, Kitahara Hakuba's mood suddenly became somewhat depressed.
What is lost can never be recovered, just as a sheep doll burned to ashes cannot be brought back to life.
"Is Kitahara-sensei going home tomorrow?" Isomoto Yuka suddenly asked.
He looked up and realized she hadn't left yet.
"Yes, the Shinkansen tomorrow morning."
"Ooh ooh ooh"
Hiroka Isomoto moved a steel pipe chair over, sat down next to him, and said, "What are you looking at?"
"news."
Yuka Isomoto turned her head to the side, and whether intentionally or not, a strand of her hair brushed against his arm.
"Wow, Kitahara-sensei even reads current affairs news?"
"I'm probably past the age of reading entertainment news."
However, Kitahara Hakuba hadn't been a big fan of entertainment news before, and he didn't recognize any of the current popular celebrities, feeling somewhat disconnected from a larger group.
"Ooh ooh ooh—"
Yuka Isomoto didn't really know what to talk about with Kitahara-sensei, but she knew that since her euphonium skills had improved by leaps and bounds, the time she could spend alone with him was extremely limited.
"By the way, what is Isogen's deviation score?"
"Woolen cloth:
"
His sudden question about her studies made Yuka Isomoto blush. She lowered her head and kept fiddling with her pleated skirt as she spoke.
"Approximately less than 60"
3
Kitahara Hakuba turned off his phone screen, turned to look at her, and asked curiously:
"Couldn't you explain it more precisely?"
“Hmm
Yuka Isomoto's fingers nervously twisted the hem of her skirt, as if the numbers on her report card were a heavy secret she couldn't tell anyone.
"53
79
But if it were Kitahara-sensei, he would be willing to give up anything, even something more private and precious, let alone a deviation value.
"Ah: I see, it seems to be Sapporo University?" Kitahara Hakuba slightly opened and closed his mouth.
That's fine then. It fits perfectly. Yu Xiang is quite well-behaved. There's no need to make him go through another rain-guarding incident.
Also, since it's 53, please say it's just over 50.
Yuka Isomoto's gaze wandered; the extremely low deviation value made her feel incredibly embarrassed, and she said timidly:
"kindness."
Kitahara Hakuba's gaze couldn't help but drift to her legs, which were visible beneath her skirt. Because she had gone for a morning run, the muscles on her thighs looked very healthy.
The legs of a girl who does this kind of sport must feel incredibly soft to the touch, just like Rin Tohsaka's legs, a perfect blend of strength and grace.
To Kitahara Hakuba's dismay, Isomoto Yuka didn't like wearing stockings at all and always wore short socks.
"Keep it up, studying is hard work." Kitahara Hakuba looked away and started playing with his phone again.
Yuka Isomoto pursed her lips, her gaze always lingering on him. She knew that her feelings would put Kitahara-sensei in a difficult position, but she couldn't stop him.
Moreover, she had said she "liked" him before, but Kitahara-sensei always made excuses by saying, "As a teacher, I like him too."