I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Well!

Upon hearing this, Nagase Tsukiyo's expression immediately turned serious, and she glared at the brown-haired girl in front of her, saying...

"Why should I? How close I am to Kitahara-sensei is none of your business!"

"You're the kind of person who only pursues your own goals. Getting close to Kitahara-sensei is just using him to achieve your goals."

Saito Haruka's gaze became meaningful, her eyes fixed on her trembling eyes, and she asserted forcefully,

"You've used Eri and me for so many years, and now you're using Kitahara-sensei to achieve your goals. I will absolutely not allow it."

Nagase Tsukiyo quietly raised her face, her lowered pupils flickering slightly, and her tone softened again:

“I don’t want to talk to you. Mr. Kitahara’s position in my heart is no less than yours. Move aside. This is a school, not your home.”

"What are you two doing blocking the door here?" A puzzled voice came from behind.

The two turned around and saw that it was Kawakami Sakurako and Akamatsu Sayaka, two executives, walking over.

"Sunny Bird, Moonlit Night, what's wrong? I just heard you talking about Kitahara-sensei or something..."

9

Since the conversation involved Kitahara-sensei, Sakurako Yukawa, as the club president, was somewhat worried, wondering if some of his rules had displeased the two of them.

Saito Harutori smiled sweetly and maturely, her voice still carrying a girlish tone:

"No, it's just that I feel that Kitahara-sensei has been very tired lately, so I try not to bother him if I can avoid it."

"Yes, um."

Nagase Tsukiyo was a little uncomfortable with her appearance, but she still agreed.

"Don't worry, we have no problem with Kitahara-sensei."

"so......

Sakurako Yukawa breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile,

"Since you're here, let's talk about how to use the school's subsidies?"

Saito Harutori smiled and said, "Tsukiyo and I are no longer executives, so it would be better if you discussed this with Kitahara-sensei."

“However, as a member, I personally believe that this money should be used as a fund for future club activities,” Nagase Tsukiyo said.

"Yes! I think so too!"

Sakurako Yukawa nodded emphatically as she spoke.

"Sayaka's idea is too selfish. How can we just divide this money up? We need to think about the future of everyone in the Shin-Asahi Brass Band. Otherwise, wouldn't we just be like those ancient emperors who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun?"

Sayaka Akamatsu put her arm around Sakurako Yukawa's shoulder and said:

"As the vice minister, I definitely hope to leave this money to the club."

"Then why do you keep contradicting me!" The girl with the three braids pouted in dissatisfaction.

"Oh, it's because I always have to bring up the ideas of some people in the department, otherwise other members might say things like, 'You never even ask for my opinion.'"

Sayaka Akamatsu adopted a politician's stance and said...

"I'll express my selfish thoughts, and then you can refute me with 'greater good' arguments. That way, everyone can accept it."

They won't harbor any resentment anymore.

Sakurako Yukawa stared in disbelief and said, "That's completely unnecessary!"

1,

“It seems you don’t have the potential to be a politician. It’s very important for one person to play the good cop and the other the bad cop,” Akamatsu Sayaka said, puffing out her full chest.

Saito Harutori said with a smile:

"Is Akamatsu going to take the civil service exam in the future?"

Sayaka Akamatsu wiped the smile from her face and said seriously:

"No, I'm a fashion designer. Who takes the civil service exam these days? It's practically suicide."

“I heard that fewer and fewer people are taking the civil service exam now. Three people are competing for one position, and they have to work twelve hours a day and more than eighty hours of overtime every month!” said Sakurako Yukawa.

Nagase Tsukiyo, carrying a musical instrument case, explained:

"Actually, there are good and bad civil service exams; broadly speaking, it's a difference between service-oriented and management-oriented positions—"

"Stop, stop, stop! How did we suddenly get onto this topic again? This is the orchestral section, not a civil service exam hearing!"

Sayaka Akamatsu sighed deeply, pushing against Sakurako Yuukawa's back with both hands, and said...

"Alright, let's go chat with Kitahara-sensei now!"

"I can walk by myself!"

"Sakura, are you growing wings? I can feel the bones of your wings."

"If I grew wings, the first thing I would do is throw Sayaka into Hakodate Bay!"

"I'm pretty good at making cola chicken wings—"

"I'm so sorry, I don't like it at all."

Watching the two executives walk into the first music classroom, Nagase Tsukiyo's face showed a relieved smile. Back then, Yukawa Sakurako didn't look like a club president at all.

She quickly suppressed her smile, after all, Saito Haruka was still by her side.

Seemingly noticing Nagase Tsukiyo's gaze, Saito Haruka kneaded the strands of hair on her chest with her fingertips, glanced at her briefly, and then returned to the bass section's practice room.

Nagase Tsukiyo subconsciously let out a sigh of relief and returned to the trumpet practice room.

There was no one inside, not even Yu Shou.

Unfold the music stand, clip the sheet music in place, and the black instrument case lies listlessly at Nagase Tsukiyo's feet.

"You're just taking advantage of Kitahara-sensei."

Saito Harukori's words came to mind again.

Really? Am I really that kind of person?

Nagase Tsukiyo wore a complicated expression and quietly placed the tuner on the table.

He hopes to win the gold medal at the National Wind Instrument Competition, which is also Mr. Kitahara's goal. So why does Harutori think he is using him?

As for hoping he could continue to mentor me after the conference... wasn't that something he and I had agreed upon beforehand?

Nagase Tsukiyo lowered her eyes, pressed her fingers on the keys, and pressed them down as low as possible.

For Kitahara Hakuba.

"I clearly also..."

Chapter 190, Page 189: The Premise of a Young Girl's Modesty

The door to the first music classroom was opened.

Kitahara Hakuba looked up and saw that Yukawa and Akamatsu had walked in. The girls' legs and feet were covered with white ankle socks and black calf socks, making them look very youthful and invincible.

"I told you, there's no problem. There's no need to worry so much. Sakura, are you a grandma who raises nine chicks?"

"W-what? What? Nine chicks? Is this some kind of satire with special meaning lately?"

"No, it's my grandma from my hometown. She always loved raising chickens, and she would raise nine at a time! She raised them all exceptionally well!"

What is this?

The two of them talked as they approached Kitahara Hakuba.

"The third year of junior high school came earlier than I expected," Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile.

I didn't see any of the first-year students on the way; they were probably still in class preparing for their first cultural festival.

However, today is exam week, so there was no requirement to practice.

Sayaka Akamatsu clenched her fist with great flair and said with a broad smile:

"Of course! After all, it's the last year, so we should make the most of every day with Kitahara-sensei!"

Kitahara Hakuba wore a friendly smile; he didn't feel embarrassed by Akamatsu's words.

“Club activities are indeed important, but are your studies okay now? There are still mock exams coming up,” Kitahara Hakuba asked.

Akamatsu Sayaka immediately put on a bitter face and said:

"Ugh, Kitahara-sensei, don't remind us about mock exams."

Sakurako nimbly raised her head, her eyes reflecting the image of Hakuma Kitahara:

"I've come to see Mr. Kitahara today to discuss something important."

"I think it would be better if you guys handled the club's subsidies yourselves," Kitahara Hakuba said proactively...not that. "Is it possible for everyone to perform on stage at this year's cultural festival?" Yukawa Sakurako smiled and said.

"Everyone come on stage?"

Kitahara Hakuba crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow in surprise, and said...

“The current wind band has ninety-eight members, and the stage in the auditorium can certainly accommodate them, but it is difficult for the student who is to conduct to go on stage with all of them.”

Sakurako Yukawa said:

"What I mean is, since it's a recreational performance, it would be even better if everyone could participate. I'm just worried that it might make your workload even heavier, Mr. Kitahara?"

Kitahara Hakuba shook his head and said, "No, it doesn't matter to me if a hundred more people come."

"Wow, that's amazing~" Sayaka Akamatsu blinked.

"The main thing is that there are only so many vocal parts. As long as the balance of the vocal parts is not disrupted, everyone can perform. The conductor might have to work a little harder," said Kitahara Hakuba.

"That's good. Practicing those two pieces all day long is honestly a bit nauseating after a while," said Sayaka Akamatsu.

Sakurako Yukawa couldn't help but sigh, wanting her to say less of these things:

"Saying that is contagious, you know?"

Akamatsu Sayaka tilted her head, puzzled, and said:

"The truth is, it's been almost half a year, so he must want to play other pieces. I'm sure Kitahara-sensei is getting tired of it too, right?"

Kitahara Hakuba raised his hand and rubbed his neck, saying: