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Only Hiroka Isomoto still wanted it, so it seems she really likes this restaurant.
"Teacher Kitahara is really not being polite," Suzuki Yoshie said with a grin.
Sakurako Yukawa whispered in defense of Kitahara-sensei:
"It's better than leaving it, and it won't taste good if we take it away. We'll go buy something later; Huili will definitely be hungry in the car."
Kitahara Hakuba quickly finished his meal and paid the bill.
It's really cheap; it only costs 4,800 for eight people, and the ingredients are plentiful and flavorful.
"Minister Yuchuan, please inform everyone in the group that we are about to leave."
"it is good!"
"I've already paid the bill. You can leave now after you finish eating."
"kindness."
Kitahara Hakuba walked out of the store first, with Kanzaki Eri obediently following behind.
"How about buying a cake? You can eat it in the car if you're hungry. I think everyone will understand."
"kindness."
She didn't refuse; Kitahara Hakuba liked Eri's straightforwardness.
I went into the cake shop and bought some egg tarts and strawberry cakes. Of course, I couldn't buy strong-smelling cakes like durian cake.
"Will you say yes?" Kanzaki Eri asked softly as they crossed the zebra crossing, her pupils appearing extremely dark and bright.
“I have no motive to agree to Nagase-san’s request.” Kitahara Hakuba knew that Eri was asking about private tutoring.
Kanzaki Eri's fingertips traced the hem of her skirt, her voice growing fainter and fainter:
“The two are different, I don’t want you to go.”
Kitahara Hakuba stared intently at the red light across the street. Eri was actually saying, "My sadness for Tsukiyo is a separate matter from whether you become Tsukiyo's tutor."
Upon arriving at the bus, students were already boarding one after another. Yuka Isomoto was holding a roster in her hand, seemingly having been assigned the task of taking attendance by Yukawa.
Strawberry cream cake
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When Yuka Isomoto saw the cake that Hakuba Kitahara was carrying, a nostalgic smile involuntarily appeared on her face.
“We’ve eaten together before at Rokkatei, which is next to Goryokaku.”
Eri Kanzaki's long eyelashes cast faint shadows in her eyes, and her gaze seemed to fall through the strawberry cream cake into a distant and hazy memory.
At that time, Yuka's euphonium was still very poor. Tsukiyo proposed to leave the club in the dessert shop, while Haruto was happy that everyone could go to the Hokkaido Music Festival together.
Time seemed to stand still on Eri Kanzaki's beautiful face.
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Yuka Isomoto's hands hung down behind her back, the green document folder in her hands covering the girl's buttocks:
Time flies!
"Is Rokkatei's food good?" Kitahara Hakuba asked casually.
"Well, it was alright, but it was a shame we didn't finish it." Yuka Isomoto smiled awkwardly.
Soon, Sakurako and the others returned.
They were carrying several bags, which turned out to be full of bread and snacks, as if they were worried that Hyeri, who hadn't eaten much, would be hungry.
"Teacher Kitahara also bought some small cakes, I don't think Eri can finish them all."
"It's okay, everyone can share it!"
"Indeed! We should share it!"
"By the way, Yuka, who's missing?" Yukawa Sakurako asked.
Yuka Isomoto glanced at the roster and said, "Only Kuno and the others are missing. I sent them a message saying they'll be back soon."
Words are law; the moment the words left his mouth, Kuno Tachibana and his group came running over.
In her hand, she was also holding a miniature version of a musical instrument.
"Tachibana! Mai! Miya! Yu! And Maki, report for duty!" Kuno Tachibana called out breathlessly, wiping away the strands of hair stuck to his forehead with sweat.
"Kuno-senpai, what's this? Aren't you going to learn the trumpet anymore?" Akamatsu Sayaka asked in surprise.
Kuno Tachibana smiled and looked at Isomoto Yuka:
"Yuka-senpai, what comes to mind when you think of Aomori?"
"Cider?"
Kitahara Hakuba nodded: "It tastes very good."
The local specialties that Isomoto Yuka delivered late at night last time left a deep impression on him were indeed quite good, especially the apple cider, which Shinomiya Haruka really liked.
He also liked the white skirt Yu Xiang wore that day, but unfortunately, it wasn't a local specialty gift for him.
"Wrong! It's Kida Hayashi Matsuei playing the Tsugaru shamisen! Clang?!"
Kuno Tachibana plucked the Tsugaru shamisen in his hand, but it looked like it was for children, and the tuning was very inaccurate.
"Alright, alright, get in the car quickly," Kitahara Hakuba urged.
"Surely Mr. Kitahara doesn't know how to play this instrument?"
"I can, and I can play just as well as Mr. Kida."
"real or fake!"
They didn't believe Kitahara Hakuba was faking it at all; he had surprised everyone so much that you couldn't disbelieve anything he said.
"Play a piece!" Kuno Tachibana said excitedly.
Kitahara Hakuba refused outright, saying, "I'm busy. Get in the car right now. It's still a long way from here to Utsunomiya."
“Being cute won’t work, Nagasawa-kun, all of you go up.” Kitahara Hakuba didn’t indulge Tachibana at all.
Seeing that everyone had gotten on the bus, Kuno Tachibana, whose attempts to charm her failed, had no choice but to get on as well.
The bus set off again, leaving Aomori City behind.
Yuka Isomoto kept gazing in the direction of her hometown until the mountains obscured her view before she came back to her senses.
The bus was noisy at first, with some people complaining that "that restaurant was absolutely terrible!"
"Haha, the way that waiter looked at you was hilarious!"
"My mom asked me to buy her Aomori Wagyu beef, but I don't have time to go."
"Black garlic, delicious!"
But after driving for more than twenty minutes, the carriage became completely silent.
The scenery outside the car window flashed by, but no one appreciated it; only the sunlight shone through the glass onto them.
The girls fell into a deep sleep in their seats, their heads tilted gently to one side, their breathing even and soft.
In this atmosphere, Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but cross his arms and fall asleep.
Saito Harutori, who was sitting on the inside, was drowsy, but suddenly noticed that Kitahara Hakuba had fallen asleep first. For some reason, he suddenly felt wide awake.
"Teacher Kitahara?"
Saito Harutori called his name softly, but the only response was his shallow breathing.
He slept peacefully, a serene expression on his face, his lips slightly parted, his bangs disheveled and scattered across his forehead.
It added a touch of languidness.
So cute: That was the only thought in Saito Haruka's mind.
She looked across the aisle and saw Sakurako Yukawa and Sayaka Akamatsu sleeping side by side, and the same thought began to take root in her mind.
Saito Haruka tilted her head slightly, pretending to rest naturally on Kitahara Hakuba's shoulder, and deliberately kept her breathing very soft, for fear of disturbing him.
A faint blush rose to the girl's cheeks, and her hands were quietly folded on her thighs, allowing her body to gradually relax.
Despite her efforts to appear asleep, her rapidly beating heart and flushed cheeks betrayed her true feelings.
Not enough, not enough
Saito Haruka blushed, and with a sudden burst of courage, she gently stroked Kitahara Hakuba's hand.
The moment I touched her, an irrepressible surge of emotion coursed through my body.
She pursed her lower lip, as if her head was spinning, and gently moved Kitahara Hakuma's hand over, placing it on her warm, white thigh.
Is this really okay? Doing this while he's sleeping?
Saito Haruka kept reminding herself in her mind, but the desire in her heart was like an open valley, with the wind surging out from it constantly sweeping over her body.
She held his hand tightly; it was a hand that offered only warmth and a bony feel, and waves of tenderness gently washed over her.
Kitahara Hakuba's appearance filled the void that she could never seem to fill.
Unlike Tsukiyo and Eri, she had her own way.
The castle built with ambiguity is still a castle, her own territory. Although it is not as glorious as theirs, it is enough to comfort her heart.
However, there's no use thinking about these things now. A head-on collision will only hurt people, so it's easier to let bygones be bygones.
Saito Harutori's gaze fell on his fingers.
The pleasure of being alone every night is the quickest way for her to escape the painful reality.
Moonlight Night, Yuka, Eri
I'm sorry, but if it were you, you would at least be able to understand me.
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Around four o'clock in the afternoon, Kitahara Hakuba groggily opened his eyes.