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“Of course it’s true. You can tell from their everyday words and actions.” Sayaka Akamatsu raised her chopsticks and waved them meaninglessly in the air. “It’s the kind of insight a brass band executive should have.”
"Who...who are they?" Sakurako Yukawa felt a chill run down her spine. She wanted to know, but she also felt that knowing might not be a good thing.
Sayaka Akamatsu tilted her head back and looked at the ceiling, making a gurgling sound in her throat.
"I'm not sure, but I'd guess about half?"
"Half?!" Sakurako Yukawa gasped. "That's more than forty people!"
"It's pretty normal, it's about the same if you remove the boys."
"Is it normal for more than forty people to like Kitahara-sensei?"
"What's wrong with that? Mr. Kitahara is so young, handsome, has such a good personality, and is so well-mannered."
It would be abnormal not to like it.
Sayaka Akamatsu, with chopsticks in her mouth, readily admitted...
"Actually, I quite like Kitahara-sensei too, but one day while I was sleeping, I felt like it was probably hopeless."
So I gave up. (^Novel=C%?www.St21 ?Update|?fastest?′”)
"Huh?!"
"Me too, but I realized it when I went to the bathroom."
"Could you please not talk about going to the bathroom during meals?"
"Huh?!"
Faced with Sayaka Akamatsu and Yoshie Suzuki's confessions, Sakurako Yoshikawa's fragile heart suffered an unprecedented blow.
"What about Sakura? Doesn't she have even the slightest idea?"
"Me?" Sakurako Yukawa blushed and clutched her sweatpants.
"Oh, what's there to hide? If you like someone, just say so; if you don't, just say so. We're all young women in love, why be so secretive?"
Sakurako's lips trembled, and her face flushed.
She did indeed feel a strange sense of emotion towards Kitahara-sensei; rather than liking him, it was more like admiration.
I admire his leadership and am willing to follow him for life.
"Among the half of the people you mentioned, are there any I know?" Yukawa Sakurako asked succinctly.
"Hmm, the trumpet part, it's basically all gone, right?"
"I think the bass sounds about the same."
"What about the oboe?"
"I don't know. Apart from Eto, the girls who play the oboe are all too cold. I can't tell at all."
"In short, there are an absurd number of third-year students."
"It seems that my junior, Matsuoka, also really likes Kitahara-sensei."
"I'm starting to suspect you're talking nonsense."
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The sports festival continued in the afternoon.
To make the sports festival even more exciting, the first event arranged was a 100-meter race for the teachers.
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The principal, who was over sixty years old, was among them, as was the ferry terminal director.
"Kitahara-sensei, you're here too!" Kurosaki Yuichi asked in surprise as he did some stretching exercises on the track.
He had a favorable impression of this music teacher.
"Yes, the ferry manager asked me to come up."
Because Kitahara Hakuba is the most popular teacher at Shin-Asahi High School, his appearance immediately attracted the attention of many students.
Where is your girlfriend?
"gone back."
"so fast?"
"She has something else to do."
"I heard it's a music instrument store? It must be very profitable."
"good."
Kitahara Hakuba doesn't really like talking about his girlfriend with his colleagues, so he speaks very casually.
Kurosaki Yuichi noticed this and patted his muscular thigh in front of him:
"Don't worry, I'll let you win, and I'll repay you for covering my class last time." "If that's all it takes to repay you, I shouldn't have covered for Mr. Kurosaki in the first place," Kitahara Hakuba laughed.
Running a lap is supposed to repay the favor of my substitute teaching? Who are you kidding?
Kurosaki Yuichi was just joking, of course: "Don't worry, I'll treat you to a meal sometime in the future."
It seems he'll never have time for this kind of sentence structure again.
The ferry manager, with his beer belly protruding, walked over, stretching his body from side to side with a rather professional air.
"White Horse, do your best! Run as fast as you can! Don't worry about what I or the principal think!"
"OK."
On the electronic screen, each track was labeled with the teacher's name, and to Kitahara Hakuba's surprise, there were even headshots.
Even in close-up photos, his face still appears handsome.
Soon after, students from the photography department filmed his face with their cameras. He smiled and waved, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the large electronic screen.
The students carrying cameras filmed him from head to toe, even clearly capturing the labels on his clothes and shoes.
For the members of the brass band, Kitahara-sensei seemed omnipotent, always creating things that defied their expectations.
I just don't know how good he is at sports.
"One, two, three, one—!"
Suddenly, a chorus of shouts erupted from the stands. Although they often had complaints about their teacher in private, they still hoped that their teacher would achieve good results in the competition.
On the track, Mr. Nakata, who is usually known as "Jizo," showed a rare expression and raised his hand to signal to the students of Class 1-A.
"One, two, three, one—!"
"Teacher Ah Shui is the best in the world! No one can beat him! Go go go go—one!!"
The students' shouts rang out again from the stands, and a male teacher in the second track was laughing so hard he almost cramped up.
These teachers are all homeroom teachers. For teachers like Yuichi Kurosaki and Hakuba Kitahara who do not have classes to guide, it is extremely difficult to get students to cheer them on collectively.
"Looks like we're out of slogans," Kurosaki Yuichi said, putting a hand on Kitahara Hakuba's shoulder in a comforting tone.
"It's alright," Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile, indicating that he didn't mind.
may.
"What...what should I do! I forgot that Kitahara-sensei isn't our homeroom teacher!"
"This is terrible! Where's the minister?! We need to think of something quickly!"
"The minister and deputy minister went to take a shower together!"
"They're actually going to take a bath together now?! How awful! From now on, I'm going to give her the nicknames 'Bathing Cherry' and 'Bathing Fragrance'!"
The scattered members of the wind instrument corps were constantly communicating, but due to the lack of a leader, no one could make up their minds.
Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the girls in the choir club decided to show affection to their teacher instead of the girls in the brass band.
She quickly walked down from the stands, clapping her hands repeatedly and saying:
"Everyone in the choir, look at me! Now it's our turn to shine!"
"Yo-one!"
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Seeing the choir members quickly assemble under the guidance of their leader, the girls in the wind instrument section panicked, feeling a sense of crisis as if their husbands were about to be stolen away by a mistress.
"What should I do!"
"Even if you say that, I still wouldn't know."
"You said it!"
"What? What did you say?"
"Whatever you want!"
“But the officers aren’t here, so even if you say that,” Saito Haruka heard the hesitant voice of a member of the group. She frowned, stood up, and grabbed Isomoto Yuka’s arm, saying:
"Yuxiang, let's go."
Yuka Isomoto is panicking: "Where...where to?"
"Make a lasting impression on Kitahara-sensei, hurry up."
Saito Haruka's tone was urgent, and Isomoto Yuka didn't dare to ask any more questions, so she followed her directly to the stands.
"Shouldn't we call everyone?" Yuka Isomoto asked nervously, feeling Harutori gripping her wrist tightly.
Saito Harutori turned her head to look at her, a gentle smile on her face, and said:
"If we call everyone, then Kitahara-sensei will only remember you all. Would you prefer that Kitahara-sensei remember everyone more, or yourself?"
"Mmm-one-one"
Her words were like a fine needle, piercing the most tender part of Yuka Isomoto's body.
I want to be remembered by Kitahara-sensei, not to become someone he admires.
Yuka Isomoto turned her head. On the stands, the scattered members of the brass band had not yet assembled. With the leaders absent, they were all in a flurry of activity.