I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"I will help you."

Saito Haruka's words suddenly came to mind: had she already spoken to the people from the sports committee?

"What are you doing here, Gen-senpai?" At that moment, a familiar voice rang out beside her. She turned her head and saw that it was Tachibana Kuno.

"Huh? Aren't the first-year students ahead of me in the queue?"

The shoelace came undone.

Kuno Tachibana reached her little hand into the box, took out the note, and read it.

"Water, joy, sound?! Who wrote this?!"

Her face, which had initially shown surprise and doubt, immediately turned bright red.

She frowned in confusion, but Yuka Isomoto quickly realized what was going on and said with a smile:

"A brass musical instrument?"

"A bronze musical instrument?" Kuno Tachibana snapped out of his reverie, tilting his head curiously. "What does this have to do with water?"

"Because the inside of the euphonium needs to be cleaned, we usually take a bath with it. All the bass horns are like this, so it must be related to water, right?"

"I see!" Kuno Tachibana quickly went to borrow an instrument from a member of the B editorial team.

Kurosawa Maki wanted to give it to her, but the euphonium was too heavy, so she chose her favorite trumpet instead.

"Why is Isogen still standing there?"

"What's going on? Is the note blank?"

Amidst everyone's confusion, the cameraman stepped forward, and the words on the note appeared prominently on the large screen: "My favorite teacher."

"My favorite teacher! Do I even need to say it?! As a member of the brass band, do I really have any other choice?!"

"This is so awesome! It's a game with a fantastic concept. Kitahara-sensei can't refuse it."

Envious and jealous voices rose from the stands, and an embarrassed Yuka Isomoto realized she couldn't stay there any longer.

He quickly trotted over to Kitahara Hakuba.

The jeering subsided considerably, but many boys continued to yell "Whoa!" relentlessly.

Yuka Isomoto unfolded the note in front of her chest. The once flat paper was now covered with crisscrossing creases, revealing the girl's hesitation and joy.

She blushed as she said, "Teacher Kitahara."

Before Kitahara Hakuba could speak, Higashiura-sensei beside him was extremely anxious:

"Hurry up, Kitahara-sensei! If you're any slower, you'll fall behind!"

Even the students around them started to jeer, so Kitahara Hakuba had no choice but to get up and run onto the field with Isomoto Yuka.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it would be like this," said Yuka Isomoto.

"It's alright, I'd love to play too," Kitahara Hakuba said with a soft laugh.

Hearing him say that, Yuka Isomoto felt a little less guilty.

Walking on the horizontal bar, crawling forward, and timed jump rope all went smoothly, and finally we arrived at the last small platform.

One person can't get up there alone; two people have to work together. The person who gets up first can lower an air cushion chair down from above.

Kitahara Hyakuma looked around and noticed that the other students had their companions sit on their shoulders and then she climbed on top of them.

"Come on." Kitahara Hakuba squatted down without the slightest hesitation.

His action not only made Yuka Isomoto's heart race, but also caused a gasp from the stands.

"No, that's not a good idea," Isomoto Yuka's face flushed. She didn't even dare to think about sitting on Kitahara-sensei's shoulders.

“Otherwise, we’ll have to stop here. Don’t hesitate,” Kitahara Hakuba reminded him.

Yuka Isomoto lightly bit her lower lip.

"Then I'm here."

The girl awkwardly spread her legs and sat on Kitahara Hakuma's shoulders, then slowly lowered her center of gravity.

I could feel his solid support, and I hoped I wasn't too heavy.

"Get up!" Kitahara Hakuma put his hands around her calves and reminded her, "Hold on tight!"

The moment he stood up, Yuka Isomoto leaned forward slightly, startling him so much that she grabbed Kitahara Hakuba's ears with both hands.

"I'm so sorry!" She steadied herself, her heart racing at the intimate gesture.

“It’s alright, we should be able to get there, right?” Kitahara Hakuba said.

Yuka Isomoto's breathing became rapid. Looking at the small platform, she said, "Okay, when I climb up, could you please give me a push?"

"Row."

She acted quickly, and when she felt the girl's beautiful buttocks leave her shoulders, Kitahara Hakuma instinctively reached out to support her to prevent her from falling.

Yuka Isomoto lay on the small platform with her upper body, and stepped onto it with one leg first.

At that moment, Kitahara Hakuba raised his hand and then pressed it forward forcefully against her buttocks.

His original intention was to push Yuka inside.

But you can clearly feel your middle finger sinking into the middle of the fabric.

Kitahara Hakuba and Isomoto Yuka, who had been struggling, both showed signs of distress at this moment.

The girl's leg reacted quickly, trembling noticeably, and her face flushed.

As someone who's been through it all, Kitahara Hakuba knows this very well.

She took a bite out of my finger.

Chapter 262, Section 261: This is something you don't need to do (4K)

Kitahara Hakuba quickly withdrew his hand, pretending nothing was wrong, and put his hands on his hips, watching Isomoto Yuka who had already climbed onto the platform.

Her body tensed instantly as if she had been electrocuted, and she lay face down on the platform. The strange sensation below made her ears burn, and even her breathing became shallow and rapid.

Yuka Isomoto knew it was unintentional, but her heart still felt a ticklish sensation, like a feather gently brushing against it.

She was able to look away, pretending nothing had happened, and toss the small inflatable cushion off the platform.

"Teacher Kitahara, be careful climbing." Yuka Isomoto's eyelashes trembled slightly, matching her tone.

"Mm." Kitahara Hakuba was a little embarrassed to look at her face.

If you were to ask her now, "Are you alright?", it would probably only make her feel ashamed.

So, both of them kept their contact a secret.

Fortunately, there were many people participating in the race using borrowed objects, and the big screen didn't keep focusing on Kitahara Hakuba. This was a secret known only to Kitahara Hakuba and Isomoto Yuka.

Using an air cushion to increase his height, Kitahara Hakuba climbed up the platform in no time.

As if still stuck inside, Yuka Isomoto seemed a little uncomfortable, and her hands kept pulling her sweatpants outwards.

Kitahara Hakuba spat out a mouthful of saliva at this action. Could it be that he had poked the fabric inside?

Probably not?

Moreover, he always felt a little guilty for taking advantage of Yu-hsiang, this naive young girl.

After descending the platform, it's still a bit of a run. Because of the time wasted by Yuka Isomoto's invitation, people have already crossed the finish line, and it's impossible to finish in the top ten.

Kuno Tachibana and her glittering trumpet-kun have already received congratulations from their classmates at the finish line, seemingly the sixth. "I won't be angry."

Yuka Isomoto, her face flushed, ran while panting heavily, saying...

“I’m so happy that Kitahara-sensei can play this kind of game with me.”

Kitahara Hakuba turned his head to look at her, the girl's hair swaying with her movements.

Does she mean she's happy even if she gets stabbed in the back?

really.

The two of them moved much slower than the other contestants, and didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.

By the time we reached the finish line, we were already outside the top twenties.

"I'm sorry, Kitahara-sensei, I ran too slowly," Isogen Yuka said with an apologetic bow.

Kitahara Hakuba shook his head: "It's alright, as long as you're happy."

But can he really be happy? He can't be happy.

Yuka is a good girl; she wouldn't let him in just because he went in. If it were any other girl, she probably would have already gone in.

Yuka Isomoto raised her head, brushed away the strands of hair that clung to her forehead with sweat, and mustered her courage to spit out a mouthful of saliva and say:

"What are Kitahara-sensei's plans after the national tournament?"

"Intend?"

Kitahara Hakuba was silent for a moment, then smiled and said,

"There's still plenty of time this year, and I'll try my best to arrange for members of the wind band to participate in events, such as the store's anniversary celebration and train station concerts."

A hint of unease flickered in Yuka Isomoto's clear eyes: "I'm talking about Kitahara-sensei's own plans. Can you tell me about them?"

"Myself?"

Kitahara Hakuba paused for a moment, a gentle smile appearing on his face, and said...

"What's wrong? Did you hear some unverified rumor again?"

His smile was no different from usual, which made Yuka Isomoto somewhat at a loss, her fingernails digging deep into her flesh, leaving crescent-shaped marks:

"No, I just want to know what Kitahara-sensei will do next."

A subtle silence fell between them. Kitahara Hakuba smiled and said:

"I'll take it one step at a time. Actually, I haven't thought about the future yet. I'll think about everything after the National Congress."

Upon hearing this answer, Yuka Isomoto was speechless. To be honest, she didn't have the right to ask further, and he might even think she was meddling too much.

Kitahara Hakuba wanted to turn around and go back to Higashiura-sensei's side, but suddenly he tripped over something and fell forward.