LRAB Page 121
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Kitahara Hakuba shook his head and said:
"This is the official competition uniform. The uniform for the Hokkaido Music Festival is a marching band outfit. The two are different, but don't worry, the cost of this uniform is the same as last time. The school will cover most of the cost."
Goto Yu blinked and asked, "What's different?"
Kitahara Hakuba patiently explained:
"Take girls as an example. Marching band uniforms are usually very youthful and pretty, with short skirts and hats. But competition uniforms are more solemn and serious. The skirt length is just enough to cover the knees, only revealing the calves, and the overall color is more serious."
"Phew, that's good..."
Kirishima Mayi sighed softly beside her. She really didn't want to wear such a short skirt anymore. Even if she wore black safety shorts as Kuno Tachibana suggested, she would still feel uneasy walking around.
"Bust 75, waist 64, hips 81, wow, waist is over 60, isn't that a barrel? Your bust is barely acceptable."
"You're not much better off, are you? You're not much different from me."
"That's strange. My waist was only 58 cm last year, but it's over 60 cm this year."
"How about we measure it again? I always feel that Minister Yuchuan's measuring tape is a bit loose."
"I agree! It must be because my school uniform is too bulky!"
Because the members of the wind instrument club are mostly girls, some of the girls who had already had their measurements taken were quite outspoken, freely revealing their bust, waist, and hip measurements to their friends.
Even if Kitahara Hakuma were there, they would still dare to say such things. For him, it was a good thing to be trusted by the girls, but he still hoped to be a little more cautious.
When he said goodbye to Kuno Tachibana and the others, he walked past the measuring classroom back to the first music classroom and found a girl standing straight at the classroom door.
The girl with long hair tied in a ponytail had rather assertive features, her gaze fixed on the doorway, as if she was preventing any male from entering.
When Yu Shou saw Kitahara Hakuma pass by, the moment their eyes met, his serious little face softened instantly:
"Teacher Kitahara."
"Hmm." Kitahara Hakuba's eyes still unconsciously glanced inside.
Sakurako Yukawa is holding a red tape measure and measuring Eri Kanzaki's bust size.
Using her breasts as a measuring point, she horizontally measured the fullest part of the girl's breasts with a soft ruler. Her technique seemed very clumsy, and Kitahara Hakuba could see that Eri's flesh was slightly sunken in through her uniform.
"Sakurako, it's a little tight..." Kanzaki Eri said timidly.
"Ah, I'm sorry!" Yukawa Sakurako quickly loosened the measuring tape and said apologetically in a low voice, "Your bust size is 76...is that right?"
Through the girl's black hair, one could see that Kanzaki Eri's earlobes were slightly flushed:
"Hmm... am I too small?"
"No, don't overthink it, it's beautiful."
Sakurako stammered as she spoke, and it turns out she's not actually that big, but she's heard that getting a boyfriend makes you bigger, though she doesn't know if that's true or not.
At this moment, Kitahara Hakuba noticed an unexpected person inside smiling at the two of them. He then looked away and said softly:
"Saito-kun is here too?"
Yushou glanced back and saw that the person sitting in the chair recording the girl's body data was Saito Harutori. He nodded and said:
"Yes, he was called over by Kawai. Saito used to handle the measurement procedures... I don't really understand it, but it's fine as long as it doesn't affect anything."
“I see.” Kitahara Hakuba nodded.
At that moment, Saito Harutori, who was inside, also noticed Kitahara Hakuba standing at the door looking around, and the smile on his face immediately disappeared.
Her gaze darted around, as if afraid of being driven away. After glancing at him, she focused on recording the girl's body measurements, writing down Kanzaki Eri's data on the paper—
"B76, W50, H83".
If Saito Haruka was called in by Kawa Sakurako for help, Kitahara Hakuba couldn't say anything, as long as she didn't do anything foolish or affect others.
Let her have her way.
Back in the first music classroom, Kitahara Hakuba had just taken out his laptop when the door was opened.
Saito Haruka, who was taking notes, took off her indoor shoes and walked in, revealing the smooth curves of her calves encased in black stockings.
She gazed at Kitahara Hakuba and said:
"Teacher Kitahara, does my presence here make you unhappy?"
The girl's light and straightforward words surprised Kitahara Hakuba for a moment.
The air suddenly felt heavy and still.
"No, as long as it doesn't affect the other members," Kitahara Hakuba said.
Saito Harutori knew who he was referring to as "other members"—it was Isomoto Yuka.
"Hmm... I just said I was leaving the club not long ago, and now I'm showing up here again. Does Kitahara-sensei think I'm disgusting?"
She seems to have gone a step further, trying to probe Kitahara Hakuba's truest thoughts.
After a moment of silence, Kitahara Hakuba finally made up his mind and spoke:
"Compared to cutting off contact directly, it would be more tiring to hide and tame the unease that has been growing inside you and has nowhere to be vented."
If you say she was willing to give up the brass band, then that's definitely a lie. The reason for this is her possessiveness towards the brass band; otherwise, those rumors wouldn't have spread.
Feeling that her innermost thoughts had been spoken, Saito Haruka habitually stroked the strands of hair on her chest and sighed with some admiration:
"Now I understand why Eri and the others always want to be with you, Kitahara-sensei."
"why?"
Kitahara Hakuba looked at her, perhaps because Eri's measurement was still in his mind, causing him to subconsciously compare the two.
Just by looking at it, the result is clear: Saito Haruka's bust size is probably 86, waist size is 51, and hip size is 85, which is a very typical model figure.
The girl thought for a moment, then shook her head and said:
"I can't explain it clearly, but I always tell myself that this feeling is right and I can't find it in others."
What she said was somewhat vague and unclear.
"Like you and Nagase-kun?" Kitahara Hakuba asked rhetorically.
Saito Harutori paused for a moment, her amber eyes glancing towards the window on the left, and said softly:
"Yeah, it's a feeling you can't get from others. Of course, it's not that other people are bad, but how should I put it... it's human nature to be a little stubborn towards the person who saved you, right?"
"Did Nagase-san save you?" Kitahara Hakuba asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Ah."
Saito Haruka nodded and said without any concealment, "When I was a child, my family was very ordinary. We only gradually became wealthy by following the Nagase family... Speaking of which, when I first transferred to a private elementary school, I felt out of place. In home economics class, I said that I shouldn't wash my clothes too often, otherwise the collar would wrinkle, and the others said, 'Because you're wearing very cheap clothes.'"
I was heartbroken for a long time. I knew I wasn't from their world because their fabrics were of high quality and felt very comfortable to the touch. They didn't wrinkle after being washed for a long time. I was neglected for a long time because of this. It was Tsukiyo who took the initiative to come to me. Through this, I also came into contact with music. My father also met her father through this. Amidst the laughter of the girls outside the door, Saito Haruka spoke of the past with a nostalgic expression. Her infatuation with Nagase Tsukiyo also started from childhood.
So, Nagase Tsukiyo not only saved her, but also indirectly changed her family's life.
Saito Haruka's long, brown hair reflected the sunlight, making her look like a chestnut being baked.
The girl immediately lowered her eyes, her trembling gaze filled with undisguised relief:
...So, it's wonderful that I met Tsukiyo when I was a child, and that I can meet you, Kitahara-sensei, now.
In her eyes, these two people were the ones who changed the first half of her life.
Needless to say, Nagase Tsukiyo was not only accepted by Kitahara-sensei regarding her unpleasant past, but he also genuinely wanted to talk to her.
Kitahara Hakuba was somewhat surprised by her self-reflection, after all, at her age, very few people are willing to admit their mistakes.
“You’re not arrogant because your family has suddenly become rich. I think that’s a rare quality in you, Saito.”
Saito Harutori blinked, gazing at him for a while, but still lacked the courage to speak her mind. She could only turn her gaze to the grand piano in the corner and say:
"Teacher Kitahara, good luck at the Hakodate Regional Tournament."
Kitahara Hakuba nodded and saw her off.
After some time, the physical measurements of all members of the wind instrument section were completed, and the members of Group A gathered again in the first music classroom to begin practicing.
Kitahara Hakuba resumed his instruction of Editor A.
His biggest concern at first was the bass part, but that's no longer a big problem.
Yuka Isomoto's fingers danced nimbly across the piston keys of the instrument, handling each note perfectly, even in fast-paced phrases.
After being trained by Kitahara Hakuba, Kurosawa Maki, who was in the same voice part, was also able to handle the details very well.
However, she still couldn't reach the high notes, and her breathing was often not at the same time as Yuka Isomoto's, which was due to insufficient lung capacity.
Kitahara Hakuba glanced at the score and said:
"Let's start with the clarinet solo, and do it again."
"it is good!"
The members responded with great energy.
Today we're focusing on correcting the imperfections in the freestyle pieces. The ensemble practice of a few bars is usually tedious and boring, but the members of the Shin-hsu Wind Ensemble are gradually getting used to it.
The afternoon ensemble performance ended at 7:10 PM after a Spartan-style rehearsal by Kitahara Hakuba.
The girls changed their shoes at the entrance and headed to the instrument management room one after another, the soles of their shoes making a "tap-tap" sound as they struck the ground.
"Senior Isogen, I'm sorry for holding Aya back!"
In the instrument management room, Kurosawa Maki bowed at a perfect 45-degree angle to apologize, panting as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his wrist.
A hint of surprise flashed across Yuka Isomoto's eyes, framed by long eyelashes; such words were something she always said to others.
"Don't worry about it, nobody ever comes here." She smiled gently, her thin lips blooming like a flower.
Kurosawa Maki straightened her back and said, "I will catch up as soon as possible."
"Okay."
Hiroka Isomoto used a cleaning stick to remove the condensation inside the pipes, and then put the euphonium back into its storage box.
"How was Kitahara-sensei's guidance?"
"Well... he's a tough character?" Kurosawa Maki wasn't sure if she had used the right words.
The unexpected answer almost made Yuka Isomoto choke on her saliva:
"Ahem—a tough character?"