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But he couldn't possibly be more handsome than Kitahara-sensei, could he? This isn't Tokyo; there aren't that many handsome guys here.
As Kurosawa Maki thought this, she leaned back, strained her eyes to look to the right, and casually swung her leg.
This is her experience: as long as she pretends not to care, no one will notice!
The office worker sitting opposite her looked at her with disdain. Are all high school girls like this nowadays?
Huh? Wait, did I see that wrong?
Kurosawa Maki increasingly felt that this person's profile resembled Kitahara-sensei, and quickly averted her gaze, frowning. (The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly spam.)
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That's weird, let me take another look.
Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the person sitting next to him was indeed Kitahara Hakuba. Startled, Kurosawa Maki sat up straight and quickly brought her previously relaxed legs together.
Should we say hello?
No, this isn't about whether or not to greet them, is it? They're already sitting next to you, so you should at least say hello; otherwise, it's just impolite!
"Good morning, Kitahara-sensei."
Kurosawa Maki, her face flushed as she applied baby cream, gave a forced smile, raised her hand in a gesture of inquiry, and her voice trembled slightly, sounding utterly pathetic.
Kitahara Hakuba turned his head, smiled, and said:
Good morning, Kurosawa-kun.
He hadn't intended to greet her, knowing that Kurosawa Maki would be nervous, but he hadn't expected her to be so bold as to sit next to him. "What a coincidence! I didn't expect to run into you even though I'm already twenty minutes early."
This statement didn't sound very pleasant, but Kurosawa Maki didn't feel it at all.
In the documentary, she said that if Kitahara Hakuba was to arrive 20 minutes late, she would have to arrive 20 minutes early as punishment.
Of course, there was no situation where some senior students bullied her or demanded that she do this; it was just that Kurosawa Maki felt that she should do this in order to atone for her offense in her heart.
I never expected to run into Kitahara-sensei again.
Impossible
Kurosawa Maki suddenly understood!
She might actually be the leading lady!
"Really?" Kitahara Hakuba raised his wrist, revealing his watch by rolling up his sleeve with his right hand. "Same as usual. You're really twenty minutes early?"
Kurosawa Maki raised her hand and scratched her cheek, saying:
"I did get up twenty minutes earlier, but strangely, I left home at the same time as usual today."
"so::
I probably spent a lot of time on dressing up and skincare, since I'm all bundled up today.
Kitahara Hakuba's gaze unconsciously swept over her bare knees, which were much redder than usual, and he said with some heartache:
"The weather is getting colder, so please be sure to keep warm."
"Hmm," Kurosawa Maki said, placing his hands on his knees and tapping his fingers lightly. "Yes, Kitahara-sensei, you too."
"Don't girls have thermal tights? Why aren't you wearing them?"
This might be the first time that Kitahara-sensei has dared to ask such a question; the "teacher's care" buff is truly all-powerful.
Kurosawa Maki felt a warmth in her heart. She had been asked this question by other male teachers before, but strangely, she always felt that they were being frivolous and indecent.
But for some reason, whenever Mr. Kitahara asked her this question, she not only didn't feel anything was wrong, but instead thought he was really gentle and considerate.
"I don't look good in thermal tights."
Kurosawa Maki's brown loafers tapped lightly against the carriage floor, as if to hide her shyness, as she spoke.
"The senior students will dress so nicely; they have long, beautiful legs. I'm just too ordinary."
In that instant, Kurosawa Maki hoped that Kitahara-sensei would say, "I think you're pretty too," to comfort her, and then she shyly said, "—"
"Well, I'll give it a try."
Just like the female lead!
But actually, she noticed that the handsome guy next to her had stopped talking.
Damn it! I should never have said that! In the end, I'm the one who got hurt!
However, from Kitahara Hakuba's perspective, Kurosawa Maki chose not to wear thermal tights because she was afraid of being compared to her senior from three years ago, not to mention having Nagase Tsukiyo's super beautiful legs that haunted her dreams.
He couldn't say it openly and honestly—
"Be yourself, and don't care what others think."
Although this saying is very versatile, Kitahara Hakuba doesn't really like it.
This statement is merely an outsider's act of compassion. In reality, most people who say this can say it with a righteous air without paying any price or bearing any consequences.
Kitahara Hakuba believed that even he might not be able to be indifferent.
"If you're cold, I can ask the school for permission to wear sweatpants to school; after all, your health is the most important thing."
"No!!"
Upon hearing this, Kurosawa Maki reacted like a cat, startling the sleeping people around him who raised their eyebrows in displeasure, some of whom even spit out their words.
Her face was tense, and she lowered her gaze, stammering as she spoke:
"If I really have to wear sweatpants to school, I'd rather wear tights."
"alright."
Kitahara Hakuba smiled wryly, even though he thought he might have done something pretty good.
Ten minutes passed quickly for him, but it was too long for Kurosawa Maki. As soon as he arrived at Goryokaku Station, he said goodbye to Kitahara Hakuba and ran out ahead.
Kitahara Hakuba walked leisurely to the entrance of Shin-Asahi School. The sky above was already beginning to lighten, giving the feeling that everything was waking up.
Several of the track and field girls who used to give him perks on the playground, playing the breast-sticking game, are gone.
Upon inquiry, it was learned that first and second-year students were preparing for monthly exams, while third-year students continued practicing to prepare for the track and field professional exams.
Fortunately, the main group receiving welfare benefits, the three-year students, are still there.
Tragically, he was wearing too many layers today and couldn't feel the soft, beautiful thing that felt like a water balloon.
He entered the school building, put on his slippers, and walked up the stairs.
Soon you can see two girls walking upstairs hand in hand. From Kitahara Hakuba's perspective, you can glimpse their white legs under their school uniform skirts, and if you look a little deeper, you can see their underwear.
One leg is wearing flesh-colored pantyhose, and the other is simply a leg covered in black calf stockings.
Especially those flesh-colored pantyhose; when her legs bent slightly as she went up the stairs, the surface of the pantyhose creased with tiny wrinkles, creating a soft shadow behind her knees.
But Kitahara Hakuba knew he couldn't keep staring, so he looked down at the stairs.
"Teacher Kitahara?"
But the two girls in front of him clearly noticed him, and what reached his ears was a very distinctive girl's voice.
Saito Haruka stood there, arm in arm with Isomoto Yuka.
Kitahara Hakuma subconsciously raised his head, while Saito Haruka did not react. However, Isohara Yuka, wearing flesh-colored pantyhose, shyly pressed her legs together, even covering her crotch with one hand, giving off a pure and innocent feeling of covering her private parts with her bare hand.
"I didn't see Isogen-kun on the playground today," Kitahara Hakuba casually remarked.
Saito Harutori's brows furrowed slightly. Even though she was the one who spoke first, it was Yuka who asked the first question.
Yuka Isomoto nodded quickly, her toes, hidden inside her indoor shoes, curling back and forth:
"Well, there's a monthly exam this week, so I'm thinking of reviewing first, and training doesn't seem so urgent anymore."
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"Oh."
Kitahara Hakuba then remembered that Yuka was a very ordinary girl with average grades, and she needed to work harder.
Since the third-grade students and the staff office were on the same floor, the three of them went up together.
At that moment, he recalled what Eri Kanzaki had said: "Yuka is nearby."
Did she really come looking for him back then?
But with Saito Harukori right beside him, Kitahara Hakuba felt he couldn't bring himself to ask.
"Will Kitahara-sensei go on the school trip for first and second year students?" Saito Harutori suddenly asked.
Kitahara Hakuba hesitated for a while before remembering about this matter.
Early November is the school trip for first and second year students. Third year students don't have one because they have to take exams, but they have a graduation trip at the end of January after the common exams.
"Probably not. School trips are always led by the homeroom teacher. I'm just a music teacher." Kitahara Hakuba shook his head.
Saito Haruka's eyebrows curved into two crescent moons, her lips slightly upturned, and she said in a soft, husky voice:
"That's good. Yuka was just telling me that if Kitahara-sensei goes too, she'll be so lonely not being able to see you for a while."
Yuka Isomoto's face flushed red. She wanted to retort, but she couldn't utter a single word.
Kitahara Hakuba smiled gently: "I also want to spend more time with you graduates and work hard."
Both girls nodded. Just as Kitahara Hakuba was about to turn and walk into the staff office, he stopped and said to the girl wearing black calf socks:
"Saito-kun, come here for a moment."
"Huh? Are you calling me?" Saito Harutori never expected that he would call her alone and even repeat it.
"Yes, come here for a moment."
"Oh, good."
A hint of confusion flashed in the eyes of Yuka Isomoto beside her, but deep within her eyes was a barely perceptible trace of jealousy.
Kitahara Hakuba did not head towards the staff office, but instead came to the even colder security passageway, which was not paved with tiles but had a cement floor.
Dust settled in the cracks of the concrete, blending into the rough surface, rising silently with each step.
Students rarely come here, so you can probably do anything without anyone noticing.
Saito Haruka clutched the coin at her chest tightly with her small hands. She didn't think Kitahara Hakuba intended to bring her here to do anything shady.