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"Is it because Kirishima-senpai didn't come?" Nagase Tsukiyo asked in a low voice.
"She's doing her homework in the classroom," Kuno Tachibana said casually, which puzzled her greatly. "You guys go home together after practice in the evening?"
"Hmm." Kuno Tachibana nodded, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips, and said, "Mai and I won't have a falling out."
Nagase Tsukiyo lowered her eyelids, it seemed that everyone in the brass band knew that the relationship between the three of them was not as good as before.
"By the way, there's something I wanted to ask Nagase-senpai."
"what's up?"
"Do all three of you like Kitahara-sensei?"
Chapter 251, Section 250: Shenxu Wind Instrument Club, Dare to Come? (4K)
The sound of girls' indoor shoes echoed in the narrow corridor. Outside the window was a lush school courtyard, where several girls sat on wooden chairs, toes clicking.
Nagase Tsukiyo knew very well that if her heart and expression wavered in front of her, the dust of unease that had accumulated in her heart would fly everywhere.
“I think there’s no one in the brass band who doesn’t like Kitahara-sensei.” Nagase Tsukiyo tilted her head slightly and smiled.
Kuno Tachibana's eyes narrowed into arcs, his eyebrows slightly raised, and a cunning glint flashed in his eyes:
"So that's what Nagase-senpai meant. I thought this feeling was the same as Amemori-senpai's."
Nagase Tsukiyo didn't understand why she was asking this now. What benefit would it bring her? Or was she simply trying to understand everything?
[At this point, I hope readers will remember our domain name: Taiwan, China → ?]
"As a student, I deeply respect Kitahara-sensei. Harutori and Eri have also received a lot of help from Kitahara-sensei."
They probably feel the same way I do; they all think Kitahara-sensei is a rare and wonderful teacher. That's probably what it means to like someone.
The girl's words flowed smoothly and naturally like a gentle stream, each word perfectly chosen, her tone carrying an unintentional certainty.
Seeing that she didn't lean in the direction he expected, Kuno Tachibana's eyes curved into crescents, and a smile overflowed from them:
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just felt that you three seniors were going a bit too far."
"Force?" Nagase Tsukiyo looked at her in confusion, and they went into the bathroom together. "I feel like nothing has changed between us."
"Really? I don't feel that way."
Kuno Tachibana entered a private room, and the sound of a girl unbuttoning her pleated skirt could be heard.
"Kansaki-senpai is working way too hard on the oboe now, Saito-senpai has become much more obedient, and Nagase-senpai..."
Well, I know you've always been very hardworking, senior.
"Really? I don't feel that way."
Does she mean that all three people's changes are because of Kitahara-sensei?
Nagase Tsukiyo sat on the toilet. She didn't really want to go to the bathroom, but she couldn't refuse the invitation from the girl in the same voice.
Soon, you can hear the sound of water flushing.
How was your visit to Tokyo University of Music? Was it good?
Kuno Tachibana came out of the cubicle, and Nagase Tsukiyo noticed that her skirt was pulled up even lower than when she came in.
Other girls like to lift their skirts high, but Kuno Tachibana is the only one who lifts her skirt lower.
"Hmm, Kuno-senpai also wants to apply here?" Nagase Tsukiyo said.
"Of course I want to apply to a university that specializes in music, because I need to make a living as a professional performer in the future."
Kuno Tachibana turned on the tap to wash his hands.
"As for which school, I haven't decided yet, but I'll ask Mr. Kitahara when the time comes."
"Oh one!"
Nagase Tsukiyo groaned unconsciously, finding it strange that she hadn't said, "I hope you can come to the music university and continue being my junior."
Why? Do I hate her? But Kuno-senpai clearly didn't do anything malicious or bad to her.
"I'm sorry to have taken up your rest time," Kuno Tachibana said with a smile.
Nagase Tsukiyo noticed that her tone had become much more polite and serious, and shook her head, saying:
"I'm fine at all. Actually, sitting for a long time is quite uncomfortable. It would be better if I could walk a few steps."
Back in the first music classroom, Kuno Tachibana went to Nagasawa Miyabi and Goto Yu's side and chatted with them in a playful manner.
Nagase Tsukiyo sat back down in her seat, the musical notes in the composition swimming like dolphins on the staff.
She unconsciously exhaled a deep breath, feeling that during the time she had been with Kuno Tachibana, her lungs were filled with a sense of oppressive and uncontrollable tension.
Inside the classroom, the club members were still chattering about who would be the lead actor.
Meanwhile, Sayaka Akamatsu tirelessly shared knowledge about the Utsunomiya Cultural Center with her fellow members.
"And another thing! Chisato Moritaka once held a concert there!"
"Who is Senri Moritaka?" Sakurako Yukawa asked from afar.
"You don't know Chisato Moritaka? She was an idol and a talented singer during the Heisei era! I can still sing her songs!"
Akamatsu Sayaka excitedly opened her mouth and began to sing,
"You really loved the sunset we saw from Duliang Bridge~~~ You said I grew up in such a beautiful place and that you hoped to live here~~"
"Stop, stop, stop!"
KTV rating queen Suzuki Yoshie immediately made a pause gesture and said...
"You sing terribly, and besides, we're Reiwa girls, it's normal that we don't know about the Heisei era, right?"
"Sigh, is this the tear of a bygone era?"
Sayaka Akamatsu sighed, hands on her hips, and said, "But if I put it another way, you should understand better. Chisato Moritaka is not only beautiful, but she also has very beautiful legs and is known as Miss Beautiful Legs."
"Miss Beautiful Legs?"
After a while, the club members who had been surrounding Sayaka Akamatsu all turned their gazes toward Tsukiyo Nagase, who was sitting in her original seat.
The girl's legs, visible beneath her skirt, were long and shapely, fair and delicate. From her ankles to her knees and thighs, they were neither too thin nor too bulky; every part was just right.
Is there any leg more beautiful than hers?
In the wind band club, the girls openly compare their playing abilities, but secretly they compare their figures.
Who has the perkiest butt? Who has the biggest breasts? Who has the most beautiful legs? Whose face is the prettiest? Whose fingers are the longest?
No matter what it is, as long as it's a part of the body, these girls can give you a comparison and say which one is the best.
The brass band is the biggest stage for female competition at Shin-Asahi High School. If you dare, come and join us.
Seeing that they had suddenly brought up this topic from the clubhouse, Nagase Tsukiyo paused for a moment, then subconsciously brought her legs together, a troubled smile on her face, and said:
“My mother loves listening to Ms. Morita’s songs. In every aspect, I am far inferior to her.”
“If you’re still far from it, then we really don’t look like girls at all anymore,” Akamatsu Sayaka couldn’t help but say.
Suzuki Yoshie gave a thumbs-up and smiled:
"Nase-san is the leader of the leg section of our brass band club."
"What kind of group leader is this?!" Sakura couldn't help but complain, "Tsukiyo isn't as frivolous as you guys."
“Sakurako is our hair department leader, after all, three-strand braids are already quite rare!” Akamatsu Sayaka said.
Sakurako Yukawa knew they were being indecent, but every time they said something, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Beside her, Yuka Isomoto withdrew her gaze from Tsukiyo Nagase's legs, then raised the euphonium on her thigh and looked down at her own legs.
The blood vessels beneath the skin are faintly visible, like light blue lines gently outlined.
She couldn't help but raise her hand and squeeze it, applying slight pressure with her fingertips, feeling the firmness and suppleness beneath the skin.
This is the result of her morning runs over the past few months; compared to other girls, she is less supple.
Do you like Kitahara-sensei's legs?
I still prefer legs like those in the moonlight:
“Yuka is already very beautiful.” At this moment, Saito Harutori, who was sitting next to her, said with a smile.
Yuka Isomoto turned her head to the side, placing the euphonium back on her lap, her eyes reflecting the dreamy face of Haruki Saito.
"Thank you."
Their eyes met in mid-air, and the intimacy of the past and the estrangement of the present intertwined into a complex emotion.
Saito Harukori parted her cherry-colored lips and said:
Are you applying to Sapporo University?
Yuka Isomoto couldn't help but hug the euphonium in her hands tightly.
She seemed to sense that the Sunbird was searching for a bridge to reconnect to her island in a vast ocean.
Chapter 251, Section 250: Shenxu Wind Ensemble, Dare to Come? (4K) >>
"Yes, with my grades, going to Sapporo University is the best option."
Saito Haruka, her brown hair framing her chest, asked, "You chose music education as your major?"
Yuka Isomoto took a deep breath, her rounded breasts swelling slightly:
"Yes, I also want to work in music education in the future."
Music education
"
Saito Harutori's gaze fell upon the display case against the wall, where certificates and trophies lay peacefully.
"Keep it up! If you don't understand anything in your studies, just come and ask me."
Her throat went hoarse for a moment, and she didn't know how to answer her. A wavering expression was clearly visible on Yuka Isomoto's face.