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As long as I can gain his approval, no matter how tiring it is, it's all worth it.
Chapter 259, Chapter 258: As long as the two of us are together... (4K)
After the two sprint events, it was time for the 400 meters, and unsurprisingly, the track and field team won.
Finally, there was a 5-kilometer extreme endurance challenge.
Just as Professor Kurosaki Yuichi said, the girl with the surname Fuwa was as arrogant as her name, and she slaughtered the Shin-Uchi girls like a whirlwind, leaving them utterly defeated.
The five-kilometer run took Fuwa Seiko just over eighteen minutes. She was already resting and catching her breath at the finish line. Most students only ran a little over four kilometers.
Some students have even run away from home.
A five-kilometer run is a sport that challenges the limits of the human body, and Kitahara Hakuma cannot sit still in his seat.
At the start of the race, he followed Teacher Dongpu with a first-aid kit on the playground to prepare for any unexpected situations.
"Your heart rate is 183 and you still dare to keep running!"
The heart rate monitor on Seiko Fuwa's armband terrified Mr. Higashiura, who was monitoring her vital signs.
Is this what youth is all about?
She was a student who didn't look like a sports student; her skin wasn't very dark, and at first glance, she looked like an ordinary student.
Seiko Fuwa raised her head nonchalantly and kept drinking water with Pocari Sweat, but Kitahara Hakuba could tell that she was just rinsing her mouth, and all the water was being spit out by her tongue.
"Fuwa-kun, have you always maintained this level of exercise?" Kitahara Hakuba asked curiously, as he could feel her noticeable heat even while standing next to her.
Maintaining a heart rate above 180 while running is quite dangerous.
Seiko Fuwa glanced at him a few more times, nodded, and said:
"Yes, I'm used to it. Which teacher are you?"
“I’m the music teacher here,” Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile.
"Teacher Kitahara?" Seiko Fuwa exclaimed in surprise, quickly straightening her back.
"kindness."
"Whoa whoa!!"
A light flashed in her eyes, and she said with a laugh while panting,
"You are even more handsome than on TV. I practice at Donghai High School, and many students there are your fans."
"Thank you."
"Teacher Kitahara really has followers everywhere," said Teacher Higashiura while keeping an eye on the track.
"You're welcome."
Even if the track and field team wins the national relay championship, their coach's reputation won't stand out among the students.
But the brass band is different, because it's the only club where the instructors can compete on stage together. If they win a good ranking, the instructors' fame will also increase.
On the track, only a few students were jogging, and it wasn't until a little over thirty minutes later that they all finished.
At this moment, an excited and impassioned voice came from the broadcasting department:
"Fuwa Seiko has a precipitous ten-minute lead over second place! As expected of the queen of long-distance running! Wait, Fuwa seems to be chatting with the star teacher Kitahara Hakuba about something!"
"Could it be that he wants to invite Seiko Fuwa to join the brass band, so she can play for him with her enigmatic breathing rhythms~~~"
"Please refrain from maliciously punctuating my words here, Minister!"
"Chifuji-kun. *Reading~books? 君` .嶵′鑫￠璋节_更辛?筷?" A teacher's voice came over the loudspeaker.
"Sorry, um, let's continue with the sports festival. Next up is fun sports: the 200-meter three-legged race, still organized by class! But before that, the brass band continues playing! The cheerleaders continue dancing!"
It was time for the intermission performance again, but this time the B section of the wind band also took the stage, playing "The Laurel Shines on You".
Nearby, Saito Haruka, who was about to start a three-legged race, approached Isomoto Yuka with a blue ribbon in her hand.
"Is everything alright?" Saito Harutori asked gently.
"Yes, it's nothing, I've rested well." Yuka Isomoto nodded, turning her gaze away from Maki Kurosawa, who was playing the tuba.
Saito Haruka came to her side, her left foot touching her right foot, and squatted down to begin tying the straps.
Yuka Isomoto's voice came from beside "Haru-nori".
"what happened?"
Yuka Isomoto's eyes flickered as she gently bit the inside of her mouth. How could she possibly have the courage to ask, "Did you really go and do it for me?"
"No, I'm worried that our teamwork won't be good enough."
"What's this?"
Saito Harutori stood up, extended her little finger, and gently touched the back of her hand, saying...
"Weren't we together last year too? I think no one has a better understanding with us."
Yuka Isomoto's eyelashes trembled slightly as she reached out and placed her hand on Yuka's shoulder, saying, "Let's take this opportunity to go for a walk?"
"kindness."
The wind band and cheerleading team were still working together. Outside the venue, many students were already preparing for three-legged races, using colored ribbons to distinguish their grade levels. There was no limit to the number of students in each grade; anyone who signed up could participate, so there seemed to be at least fifty groups.
The two of them were awkward at first and almost tripped frequently.
But soon, Saito and Isomoto's bodies gradually adapted, and they were able to walk a short distance smoothly. Although the members of the brass band rarely participated in sports activities, they did not miss out on these fun activities. Looking around, there were many people in the brass band.
"I saw Kuno-senpai and Kirishima-senpai," Yuka Isomoto murmured.
Saito Haruka glanced at them and realized that the two of them were so badly coordinated that they couldn't even take ten steps.
"After this national tournament, Mr. Kitahara may not stay with Shinshu."
Her sudden remark stunned Yuka Isomoto, and Haruka Saito, who was walking forward, was caught off guard and fell onto the lawn.
Yuka Isomoto did not stand up; she pressed her hands tightly against the grass and grabbed a handful of rubber scraps.
Saito Harutori turned his head to look at her, sunlight filtering through his bangs, dappled patterns of light and shadow flickering before his eyes.
"What does it mean?"
Yuka Isomoto's eyes were somewhat blank, her thoughts seemingly stuck at some point.
"Did Kitahara-sensei say that himself?"
Saito Harutori looked away, only to see Kuno Tachibana pointing at her and laughing as she fell down.
Whether it was mockery or genuine laughter, she didn't care to find out.
The sounds of brass instruments and the clamor of the crowd in the stands kept filling my ears, and even the air seemed to tremble slightly in the noise.
“I just guessed,” Saito Harutori said.
These words immediately put Yuka Isomoto at ease. Although she wouldn't be at Shin-Asahi High School next year, she hoped that Kitahara-sensei could stay there forever.
The day she graduates and can become an associate advisor.
Saito Harutori pursed her lips and continued:
"Yuka, who do you think Kitahara-sensei likes the most among us?"
This question once again stunned Yuka Isomoto. Something rippled in her brown eyes, and her blinks were incredibly captivating.
“Teacher Kitahara likes all of us, so there’s no such thing as ranking anyone first.” Isomoto Yuka’s breathing suddenly became heavy.
Saito Haruka's eyes were like a deep spring, profound and gentle:
"I'm not talking about that kind of liking, I'm talking about Yuka's liking."
"Mmm-one-one"
Yuka Isomoto's fingertips trembled slightly. She thought she had hidden her feelings for Kitahara-sensei quite well.
Chapter 259, Chapter 258. As long as the two of us are together... (4K) >>
Although not as flamboyant as Yu Shou, she was still discovered.
"Are you trying to say that you are number one?" Yuka Isomoto took a deep breath. She could smell the faint, almost imperceptible fragrance emanating from Harutori.
However, Saito Harutori shook her head, a bitter smile appearing on her face, and said:
Laughter, chatter, and cheers rose and fell, surging in wave after wave. Yuka Isomoto could feel the dust under the sunlight dancing to this noisy rhythm.
"But Yuka, you're different. You can definitely do it."
Saito Haruka used her fingertips to pinch a strand of hair and guide it downwards.
“I can sense that Kitahara-sensei values you highly.”
Yuka Isomoto held her breath. Did Kitahara-sensei value her highly? Was that really the case?
No, that's probably not it. Mr. Kitahara just wanted her to improve, which is why he put so much effort into her. He's such a selfless person.
It's not important, none of it matters.
I don't want to know anything about being number one or anything.
"Why do you say that Kitahara-sensei will leave Kamisaki?" Isomoto Yuka raised her eyebrows slightly.
Saito Harutori pinched a small piece of rubber between her fingernails and said softly:
"Because Huili is going to Tokyo Conservatory of Music."
"What does this mean?"
“Yuka should know about Eri’s relationship with Kitahara-sensei, right?” Saito Harutori said.
"Yes: What's the relationship?" Yuka Isomoto couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of saliva.
As if she were giving her nothing in return, Saito Haruka opened and closed her soft little mouth and whispered:
“Eri, she will probably follow Kitahara-sensei for the rest of her life. Since she chose to go to Tokyo University of Music, it means that Kitahara-sensei may leave next year.”
Yuka Isomoto's eyes flickered, and though she tried to smile, her expression remained stiff.
"No way, Kitahara-sensei and Eri for life or anything like that."
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