I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Nagase Tsukiyo moved her face out of the pillow, lay down, and her long hair slipped down and scattered messily on the pillow.

Her top rolled up slightly with her movements, revealing a slender waist and her small navel clearly.

My body was freshly washed, and my skin was clear, radiant, and had a rosy glow.

If I took the initiative, would things be different?

But he had already made an appointment with Ms. Kitahara, and he had specifically said that he would let her know in advance if he came.

"But they haven't come over yet."

Nagase Tsukiyo couldn't help but let out a resentful sound, raising her arm to her forehead as two versions of herself in her mind were fighting fiercely, neither willing to give in.

"Just like appliances and vehicles need maintenance, if you don't follow up, they'll definitely postpone your schedule! They might even forget about you! In the end, even if you do ask, they'll just say 'sorry.'"

"How can we urge or bother him? He must be really busy. He'll definitely come when he has some free time. We just need to wait patiently and not disturb him."

"Just call him, he won't do anything! This is his job!"

"What kind of job is this? Mr. Kitahara didn't charge us a single penny! Besides, this might worsen our impression on him! Can you afford to take that responsibility?"

"You can't just stay away forever! How long have I been waiting! You have time to come back with Eri, but you don't have time to be with me?"

"Then send a message saying that there are still some things I don't understand, and see if he'll be free to visit me privately recently."

"Isn't that lying? There's nothing I don't understand, otherwise he'd think I'm stupid!"

"The problem is that everyone has told a lot of lies. Is Hye-ri really going to return the gift? Will she really tell you the truth?"

Nagase Tsukiyo lay quietly on the bed, her thighs pressed tightly together and her calves spread apart, in a casual posture.

"I don't think Mr. Kitahara would forget me, because luckily he ran into me at the dormitory last night."

"He didn't do that on purpose! And maybe he didn't even realize it!"

"How could I not have noticed? He didn't say a word at the time!"

"Um, stop arguing."

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Nagase Tsukiyo, who was in a dilemma, curled up on her side, her buttocks slightly raised due to the position, with a round and full outline, and the lines of her underwear could be seen through the fabric.

As if seeking an answer, Nagase Tsukiyo gently touched the spot he had accidentally brushed against earlier, her cheeks flushing a girlish red.

Does he really care? Or has he simply forgotten?

But soon, another idea emerged in Nagase Tsukiyo's mind, like a bubble full of oxygen, giving her endless refreshment when it burst.

Perhaps that's why he's shy and rarely communicates with himself.

“Is that so?” Nagase Tsukiyo murmured to herself, somewhat taken aback.

That's probably it. Because of past ambiguous contact, they're too shy to communicate much with the other person.

Moreover, he is a teacher.

He didn't have any ambiguous contact with Eri and the others, so he could be so open with Eri and give her too much care.

So this is ah

Thinking of this place, everything suddenly became clear and bright. All the confusion and gloom were swept away, replaced by endless excitement and joy.

Nagase Tsukiyo's heart suddenly started pounding faster, and she quickly sat up in bed and picked up her phone.

"Teacher Kitahara, Teacher Kitahara"

She kept scrolling through her contacts until her gaze landed on the words "Teacher Kitahara".

Open the window.

Even without video chatting, she kept stroking her soft, long black hair, hoping that the words she typed would sound as melodious as a clear spring in his heart.

"Teacher Kitahara, could you come and teach me tomorrow?"

Nagase Tsukiyo felt that the sentence sounded a little too condescending, so she deleted it.

"Teacher Kitahara, there are still some things I don't quite understand. Could you please come and teach me tomorrow?"

But recently, after I told him "it's absolutely no problem," he turned around and said "I don't understand," which was so stupid, so I deleted it.

"Are you there?"

That would be even dumber, so I deleted it anyway.

Nagase Tsukiyo kept typing into the chat box, only to delete it later. After going through all that, she gained nothing but exhaustion.

It's foolish for someone to put on an act here, and it's too difficult to suppress one's true feelings.

Finally, Nagase Tsukiyo impulsively typed in the chat box, "Kitahara-sensei, can you come to my house tomorrow?"

Without the slightest hesitation, the girl, with a determined spirit, directly pressed the send button.

The moment she sent the message, Nagase Tsukiyo regretted it. She felt that this kind of request without any cause or effect was even stupider than the ones she had previously deleted. Three seconds later, the message was marked as "read".

Wow, so fast! Who is he chatting with right now?

Nagase Tsukiyo had never felt how nervous the "read" notification could be.

I pressed my fingertip against the screen with a little force, and a faint colored halo appeared around it, as I waited for his reply.

Kitahara Hakuba: "Okay."

It popped out.

???

Less than ten seconds passed between sending the message and receiving it.

Nagase Tsukiyo stared blankly at the "OK" on her phone screen, realizing that things were going worse than she had imagined.

All those deletions and cuts I made before seem incredibly foolish now.

Chew it!

Nagase Tsukiyo let out a weak, coarse sound from her throat, then lay face down on the bed, burying her face in the pillow.

Her fair, smooth legs rose and fell in the air, each slap accompanied by a joyful rhythm.

No, I need to reply to him immediately.

Thinking of this, Nagase Tsukiyo hurriedly picked up the phone that had been tossed aside. After thinking for a long time, she realized that it was better to be more concise.

Such a night ended with one of them saying "thank you" and the other "it's okay."

Chapter 322, Section 321: Opportunity and the Neglected Sisters (Part 2 of 6)

On Monday, before night had fully fallen, the ringing of a cell phone shattered the silence.

Kitahara Hakuba opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling. A few seconds later, he got out of bed, turned on the room light, and greeted the cold morning.

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At six in the morning, it was still pitch black, and a heavy chill permeated the room. Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but shiver from the cold.

He glanced at the temperature, which was only four degrees Celsius, and began to wonder if it would start to snow lightly in the next few days.

Although there are few things to do now, Kitahara Hakuba still can't feel at ease staying in bed and sleeping in late, but in reality, no one will criticize him.

I just don't want to disrupt this routine life that follows the rules of time.

The oatmeal in the bowl gradually softened as it soaked in milk, releasing a faint aroma of grains along with wisps of steam.

"Phew," Kitahara Hakuba let out a long sigh, as if he had finally woken up.

He really enjoys the feeling of eating ice cream and chilled watermelon when it's hot, drinking a sip of warm soup when it's cold, or snuggling into a soft bed.

He doesn't dislike any kind of weather, and even believes that people shouldn't complain about "this bad weather," but rather try to experience things that can't be experienced in bad weather.

He wore a plaid shirt as a base layer, then a white cardigan over it, and finally a black cotton coat. The cold wind in Hokkaido was biting, so he added a gray scarf.

The lower half of her body was dressed simply in brown overalls.

Perhaps becoming a teacher has made her more mature in her attitude towards dressing, to the point that when Kitahara Hakuma wore this outfit, he felt that it might be too young and too flashy.

But then he thought, he's only twenty-three, not like those senior colleagues in the office who are in their forties or fifties.

The moment Kitahara Hakuba opened the door with his bag, a gust of cold wind hit him, but because he was dressed so warmly, it couldn't penetrate him at all.

It was still dark, but groups of two or three pedestrians were already heading towards the station.

There were also students wearing Shenxu uniforms. Their upper bodies were tightly wrapped in winter clothes, while their lower bodies were covered with short skirts that exposed their slender white thighs. Some of them wore thermal tights, while the more resilient ones were completely naked.

Kitahara Hakuba withdrew his gaze from their legs; he had long heard that the school was keen to cultivate students' cold resistance.

Some kindergartens even let children run outdoors naked in winter, followed by cold showers and snow water, believing it can boost their immunity.

Could it be that the leadership wanted to see the girls' legs, so they did this? Is it a conspiracy by the adults?

Although he also wanted to see the girls' legs, as a teacher he hoped they would pay attention to their physical condition.

At this time, the trolley train heading to Wulingguo arrived at the station. At around 6 a.m., the trolley seats were still quite empty. Some people would put their hands in their pockets, close their eyes, and continue sleeping as soon as they sat down.

The carriage was quiet, and outside the window, the first light of dawn was already faintly visible.

How strong will the sun be today? How much will the temperature rise? Will my clothes be too warm for school?

Kitahara Hakuba was thinking about these meaningless things.

After a few stops, I saw a familiar figure board the bus. Her body was similar to that of Kuno Tachibana, except that her breasts were slightly larger.

But nothing was noticeable under the brown winter coat, and a pale yellow scarf was wrapped around her neck.

The cotton winter uniforms of Shenxu High School come in three colors: white, black, and brown. They have six large buttons on the front. The school requires students to wear their autumn uniforms underneath, which is a humane aspect of Shenxu High School. There are no strict requirements for the lower body.

As soon as he entered the carriage, Kurosawa Maki's gaze instinctively swept around.

Seemingly unaware of Kitahara Hakuma's usual demeanor, she sighed and sat down directly next to a "trendy guy."

Other girls longed to spend time alone with Kitahara-sensei, and even considered it a rare stroke of luck.

However, Kurosawa Maki didn't particularly like him, but she didn't dislike him either; she just felt it was best to see him less often.

Kurosawa Maki took out her phone from her pocket, wrapped her face in the scarf, and breathed slowly through the fibers, each exhale warming the inner wall of the scarf.

She could vaguely sense that there was an extremely handsome man sitting next to her. Although she couldn't see his face clearly, she glanced at him after sitting down and realized that he must be a handsome man.