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Eri Kanzaki is like a naive lamb, easily fluttering at the slightest touch.
Kitahara Hakuba knew deep down that her "desire for knowledge" was not licentious, but rather a kind of almost transparent purity, as crystal clear as morning dew.
Faced with such a girl, one can either indulge one's inner desires and drain her dry, or cherish her like a precious jewel and protect her carefully.
What would you do in that situation?
"Value Partners will experience this in the future; it's too early to say now."
Kitahara Hakuba's tone softened considerably as he reached out and took her hand, gently massaging between her fingers.
Hui Li's fingers were elastic and light, so soft that they slightly indented with the pressure of the touch; this sensation remained entirely in his memory.
At that moment, Kanzaki Eri looked at his handsome profile, pursed her soft-looking lips, and said:
Will you be the one to teach me?
Just a simple sentence made Kitahara Hakuba's mood even heavier.
What kind of magical alchemy is this statement?
Chapter 295, Page 294: I hope that from now on, you will be the one to teach me.
The thought that other boys would be teaching Eri these things made Kitahara Hakuba feel complicated, embarrassed, and even a little angry.
These emotions shouldn't have arisen, yet they genuinely welled up from the depths of my heart.
Is this my possessiveness acting up?
Kitahara Hakuba took a deep breath. The lemon-scented hand sanitizer smelled rather pungent. Between Eri's fingers, the fine foam resembled dense clouds.
“I wish Kitahara had taught me these things,” Kanzaki Eri suddenly said softly. “I don’t want anyone but you.”
Well
Kitahara Hakuba's heart leaped into his throat at her words. To calm his turbulent emotions, he turned on the tap.
As the water flowed by, bubbles trickled down their hands like melting snowflakes, disappearing into the clear water.
"Alright," Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile.
"Smells good?" Kanzaki Eri raised her finger and placed it about five centimeters away from his nose.
It has a light lemon scent.
"kindness."
Eri Kanzaki withdrew her hand and took out a handkerchief from her hidden skirt pocket.
High school girls like to carry a handkerchief with them, which is a "culture" comparable to wearing kimonos at fireworks festivals.
It was a light green handkerchief with lace trim and the words "Ru Yun" embroidered on it.
"I'll clean it for you."
Eri Kanzaki had no experience wiping hands, so the way she wiped them looked like she was wiping a cat that had just had a bath.
Wrap one of his hands in a handkerchief and rub it vigorously.
Do the same with your other hand, rubbing vigorously.
The girl's arms and hands looked slender, but her strength was by no means weak; sometimes she would even press on him and cause him more pain.
But Kitahara Hakuba also liked Eri's clumsiness.
"Am I your first?" Kanzaki Eri said, wiping her own hands with the handkerchief she had just wiped for him.
"what?"
Eri Kanzaki sighed quietly, pouted slightly, and said as if complaining:
"Was she the first girl to wipe your hands?"
yes"
The first person to hand over the handkerchief was Nagase Tsukiyo, but Kitahara Hakuba didn't intend to say so.
Moreover, Shinomiya Haruka had never done such a thing for him; at most, she would only use toilet paper.
Hearing him say that, Eri Kanzaki smiled faintly and said:
"We'll do many things together in the future, so don't forget me."
Kitahara Hakuba smiled broadly; he figured he'd never forget this girl for the rest of his life.
The ferry arrived at Hakodate Port.
As soon as she stepped off the ferry and onto solid ground, Sayaka Akamatsu began to shout loudly.
“We were only gone for four days.” Suzuki Yoshie looked at her belly button, which was exposed as she stretched.
Sakurako glanced around at the club members waiting for the bus, a calm smile on her face:
"It feels like half a year has passed."
When we set off for Utsunomiya, everyone was nervous and excited, but now they all have joyful expressions on their faces.
"Now we can only look forward to their retirement ceremony."
Akamatsu Sayaka put her arm around Yukawa Sakurako's shoulder and laughed.
"I heard they're rehearsing a dance," Suzuki Yoshie whispered.
Sakurako Yukawa paused for a moment, then asked, "A dance choreography? Really?"
At their retirement ceremony for the third-year students last year, all they did was prepare some food and read out those strange and unusual scripts.
Akamatsu Sayaka looked at Nagase Tsukiyo's legs, who were standing not far away, and said with a smile:
"It's true. Although they thought they had done a good job of keeping it a secret, it was too easy to be discovered."
"Don't tell anyone about this, otherwise they won't be motivated to practice," said Yukawa Sakurako, frowning.
"At least we know what 'disappointing' means now."
At the same time, Kitahara Hakuba brought out Matsuoka Osamu, who had been holed up in the toilet.
Tenkai So said that they ate raw Wagyu beef in Aomori City, which caused them to have diarrhea for the entire boat trip.
"How are you feeling?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.
Matsuoka Osamu clutched his lower abdomen and said:
"It should be fine. I feel like my anus is about to drop five centimeters."
“Nobody wants to hear such disgusting things,” Kitahara Hakuba said.
"Oh my god, I feel like I'm about to start having a harem."
Faced with Tenkai Sou's sudden declaration, Matsuoka Nobuyuki simply rolled his eyes at him:
"Come on, do you think you're Kitahara-sensei?"
Kitahara Hakuba: "What?"
"Ah, no, no, no, what I meant was that Tenkai doesn't have the same charm as Kitahara-sensei." Matsuoka Nobuyuki's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he quickly corrected himself.
Among the boys in the brass band, who are a rare breed, they often discuss one thing: "There are so many girls in the brass band, but they haven't formed a harem or anything. Doesn't it seem strange?"
So they came to the conclusion—
"There must be a harem within the department, but the person enjoying it is not them."
Tianhai Cang, however, retorted indignantly:
"This time I'm Editor A! And I even won gold! I'm sure a big-breasted, long-haired girl in black stockings and a black pleated skirt will come to me and say she wants to date me."
Matsuoka Osamu smiled, pointed at him with his index finger, and turned to Kitahara Hakuba with a teasing laugh:
“Teacher Kitahara, look at him, he’s daydreaming again. Last time he was fantasizing that the upperclassmen in the club would like him, and he confessed to several of them. It’s hilarious.”
"What do you mean 'daydreaming'? You clearly are!"
Tianhai Cang said in a fit of exasperation,
"I'm such a good timpani player! And I'm so gentle! Just you wait! I'll definitely have a girlfriend before December! Matsuoka, you can just wait to graduate from your virginity!"
Matsuoka Nobuyuki got excited about what he was saying, and his face turned red as he said:
"So what if I'm still a virgin after graduating high school? It just means I'm chaste!"
"It's so easy for ugly people to say that!"
"What did you say? You stinking drummer!"
"What are you so arrogant about? Just a loudmouth braggart!"
"Tan Yi! What did you say? What do you mean by 'blowing the trumpet'? Do you even know who the amazing people in my trumpet section are? Huh? You dare say that again?"
When Matsuoka Shuji took out his phone and started recording, Tenkai So visibly chickened out; he really didn't dare mess with the girl in the trumpet section.
"Songgang is useless; he can't even get into the A rank."
He started bringing up Editor A, and the two of them started arguing again, but Kitahara Hakuba didn't seem to care.
Looking at the girls not far away, all I could see were eyes that darted away.
Only Haruto and Eri were as bold and scorching as the sun.
Chapter 296, Section 295: The Minister and His Responsibilities (4.6K)
Shenxu Private High School's shuttle buses are not allowed to let students get off halfway to go home, even if it's only a few dozen meters from their own homes; they must return to school first. (The last sentence appears to be an unrelated advertisement and has been omitted from the translation.)
So it turned into a scene where more than 90 members of the wind band gathered at the school around 6 p.m.
The celebratory banners on the student association building had not yet been lit up, and the campus was quite deserted after school, with only a few scattered lights shining through the building's windows.
Sakurako and the others started unloading the instruments from the truck, and after some fiddling, the club members were finally able to go home.
"Although we have an instrument administrator, the minister should also pay attention to these miscellaneous matters. How should I put it, it's more reliable that way. I don't know why the boys are always so impulsive. I've seen them not be able to answer when asked where the instruments are many times."
"Ooh ooh ooh:::::"
Listening to Sakurako's instructions, Kana Eto nodded repeatedly, then asked somewhat curiously,
"What if there aren't enough public musical instruments? How should they be distributed?"