I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Kirishima Mai's face tightened, and she frowned slightly as she said, "For Tachibana, isn't winning the gold medal all that matters?"

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Kuno Tachibana was speechless at her words. Back when she was a freshman, she was indeed obsessed with winning the gold medal and would try anything to win it.

This is also why she is never afraid of being born in the third year.

However, during her time with Kitahara Hakuba, she underwent some subtle changes.

In her pursuit of the Gold Medal, Kuno Tachibana gradually realizes the importance of interpersonal relationships. While it's comfortable to be carefree, her Gold Medal is directly linked to certain individuals.

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Kuno Tachibana's face fell. What was the reason for her sadness?

Is it because Kitahara-sensei left, leaving the Shin-Asahi Brass Band with no hope of winning the gold medal for the next two years, or is it her own selfish desire to keep Kitahara Hakuba here?

Thinking about it another way, if Mr. Kitahara stayed, but the price was that the Shin-Asahi Brass Band couldn't win the gold medal, would I still want him to stay?

What exactly is my purpose?

Two unfathomable thoughts were tug-of-war in her mind, and Kuno Tachika was very anxious. She felt that both of them were very important, so why did she have to make a choice?

Seeing her expression suddenly become complicated, Kirishima Mai immediately began to doubt whether her words had implied disrespect for Tachibana.

"Why are you still here? Aren't you going to look for your Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?"

The two instinctively looked toward the source of the sound and saw Takahashi Kami and Eto Kana walking over. Eto, the department head, was being forced to accept a skirt, seemingly having been subjected to some kind of treatment.

"I'm thinking about how to choose the freestyle piece for next year."

Kuno Tachibana, with his hands tied behind his back, chuckled as he gripped his wrists, "I'm pretty free these days, after all."

Kami Takahashi gave a thumbs up.

"Have you made up your mind? Do you have any recommendations?"

Kana Eto pursed her lips, because in her eyes, the first half of Takahashi's sentence sounded strange upon closer inspection.

"Not yet," Kuno Tachibana said.

"This year's freestyle pieces are mainly played by trumpet and oboe, so why not continue like this?"

As the vice minister, Takahashi Kami smiled dismissively.

"Next year, we will continue to focus on the trumpet and oboe, and in Mr. Kitahara's eyes, these two parts are his absolute trump cards, so the effect will definitely not be bad."

"No, no, that's not true. My oboe is under a lot of pressure like that!"

Kana Eto didn't react for a moment, after all, the brass band only had two oboes.

Kami Takahashi, with one hand on her hip, reveals her slender waistline, to put it bluntly:

"I was talking about Kirishima-senpai. Kana still needs more practice."

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Upon hearing this, Kana Eto's smile vanished instantly; it would be a lie to say she wasn't sad.

Even though she was the one who played the oboe at the national competition, and she also contributed to the Shin-Asahi brass band winning the gold medal, everyone still felt that Kirishima Mai was better than her.

But Kana Eto quickly composed herself, forcing a smile as she said, "That's true! With Kirishima-senpai around, there'll definitely be no problem!"

Kami Takahashi raised a beautiful eyebrow, lightly hefting her index finger in the air as she spoke:

"Is Chanel not convinced?"

"No, rather than feeling resentful, I'm just accepting the status quo. Besides, there are still many unknowns next year. Who can guarantee that the trumpet and oboe will be the absolute trump cards next year?"

But then Kana Eto suddenly stopped, her fingers gently gripping the hem of her pleated skirt. She took a deep breath and said somewhat shyly:

"But if this is Kitahara-sensei's opinion, then it's best to pretend I said nothing. (Kanshu-wu Gengxin Zui Kuai)"

"What a coward!" Takahashi Kami complained.

What?!

Kana Eto glared at her resentfully.

What could she do? Even those three-year seniors who dropped out of the club listened to Kitahara-sensei so much, how could she possibly turn the tables?

Kami Takahashi nodded to the two first-year female students, her high ponytail swaying dramatically from side to side with each step she took.

"Takahashi-senpai really has a hidden meaning in her words." Kuno Tachika's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

Kirishima Mai did not speak.

"Well, this is the brass band club, and I quite like it."

Kuno Tachibana shrugged indifferently.

"Let's go."

"Report."

A girl stood in the staff office and greeted them. Morimoto, the homeroom teacher, gestured for her to come in.

Kitahara Hakuba looked up and saw Isomoto Yuka. The moment their eyes met, he panicked and ran away.

Actually, he had already bumped into Yuka Isomoto in the corridor, but she didn't even say hello and ran away as if she were escaping.

If you feel afraid and worried, why do such a thing?

Chapter 343, Section 342. Still in Shenxu, what about the publicity responsibilities of the brass band? (4) >>

My gaze fell on her feet, which were clad in pristine white indoor shoes.

It was those small feet, covered in white socks and appearing to be only size 37, that did those things for him that day with Saito Haruka.

Kitahara Hakuba shook his head, dismissing the strange, bad thoughts, and lowered his head, marking back and forth on the soon-to-be-completed score with an oil-based pen.

He realized that he might not receive any souvenirs from this girl from Aomori for a long time to come.

"You did very poorly on this joint exam," said Morimoto's homeroom teacher, rubbing her forehead in distress. "What happened? Have you been having a bad day?"

Yuka Isomoto's face turned bright red. It was cold, but beads of sweat were forming on her cheeks.

"sorry."

"Simply saying sorry won't help. You're all seventeen years old now. Your teachers won't beg you to study. You need to adjust your mindset and pay attention to time management."

"sorry."

"You can get into Sapporo University if you work hard. You'll have to stay and retake the subjects you failed this time until you pass them."

Being scolded like that in front of her sweetheart, coupled with what happened under the stove table that day, made Yuka Isomoto feel ashamed and extremely embarrassed.

He might think, "You did poorly on the joint entrance exam because you were thinking about how to give me the jade those days, right?"

But in reality, there is indeed such an impact.

Yuka Isomoto kept her head down, her hands nervously twisting together, and her ears were flushed with a shy blush.

"Sigh—" Principal Morimoto sighed helplessly, then suddenly turned his gaze to her and said, "Teacher Kitahara, could you say a few words to her?"

Yuka Isomoto's delicate body trembled, and she lowered her head even further.

Kitahara Hakuba, who had been looking down at the music score, looked up in surprise after a while.

"I?"

Morimoto's homeroom teacher's tone was tinged with helplessness and jealousy:

“They might not listen to me no matter how much I say, but they remember every word you say, Kitahara-sensei.”

The other teachers in the staff office were all quite pleased to hear this, saying that the girls who had worked in the wind band were all very well-behaved and that there had never been any discordant incidents.

These teachers all believed that Kitahara Hakuba was exceptionally skilled at teaching students, and even some of the older teachers were somewhat envious, but they were too embarrassed to ask the younger generation for advice.

Yuka Isomoto mustered up her courage and stole a glance at him. He was wearing a cream-colored cotton shirt, tall and slender, with delicate features. No matter how you looked at him, she liked him very much.

"Isomoto-kun, come here." A bitter smile appeared on Kitahara Hakuba's lips.

Yuka Isomoto's movements were somewhat slow; her steps were deliberate, and the soles of her shoes gently rubbed against the wooden floor, making a soft rustling sound.

Kitahara Hakuba put down his ballpoint pen, looked up at her as she approached, and said gently:

"What happened to the joint exam results this time?"

"I failed math."

"You're a humanities student, right? You said you wanted to apply for a music major, so you can't even reach 55 this time?"

Yuka Isomoto clasped her ten fingers together in front of her, rubbing her index fingers back and forth, the shape of which resembled a heart.

Kitahara Hakuba didn't know what to say; frankly, he couldn't offer any practical help.

"Make the most of the last moments and focus your energy on more important things."

Yuka Isomoto thought he would say a lot, but he only said this one sentence, which immediately made her feel like her brain was blank.

Does this mean that "you shouldn't focus your energy on how to please him, but rather on studying"?

do you mean this?

"I'm sorry," Yuka Isomoto stammered. Kitahara Hakuba didn't want to think too much about whether she was apologizing for the kotatsu incident or for her grades.

"Can someone tutor you?" he asked.

"kindness."

She nodded, intending to say "Saito Haruka" but then swallowed the word, afraid that Kitahara-sensei would be angry.

"That's settled then, good luck." Kitahara Hakuba gave her his usual gentle smile, signaling the end of their conversation.

Yuka Isomoto bowed slightly and walked out of the staff office.

"Teacher Kitahara."

Just then, the ferry manager walked in and almost bumped into Isomoto Yuka, who was walking out with her head down.

"Director of the ferry crossing."

"It's nothing, it's nothing." The ferryman pressed down on Kitahara Hakuba, who was about to stand up, with one hand. "There are a few things I'd like to discuss with you."

Again?

"What is it?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.