I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Kuno Tachibana didn't understand why she was suddenly acting this way towards him, but he already had enough on his mind, and this little thing wasn't worth her worrying about.

"It works."

Kirishima Mai nodded, adjusted the backpack strap that was slipping down her shoulder, and after thinking it over, said...

"I will try my best to play the oboe."

She had originally wanted to share some of her innermost thoughts with Kanzaki Eri, but she realized it was better to keep it brief. Kanzaki-senpai was very perceptive and would definitely understand her.

Eri Kanzaki's gaze softened as she looked at Mai Kirishima, reminding her of her past self.

Now, she sometimes has thoughts like, "Is Kirishima's playing an understatement of her original ability?" She finally understands Kitahara-sensei's good intentions.

Her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to him.

The efforts he made back then to improve his oboe playing have now become a constraint between the two of them.

Will he regret it? Eri Kanzaki didn't know.

But all she knew was that she would never regret it.

“Kirishima-senpai, you’re better than Eto-senpai. Promise me you won’t lose your oboe solo again,” Kanzaki Eri said.

Kurosawa Maki, standing to the side, gasped in shock. Only some of the younger troublemakers and third-year students would dare to say such a thing.

In her eyes, Kana Eto was already the head of the brass band club, a super leader, no longer just an ordinary oboe member.

Kirishima Mai nodded slightly.

Upon arriving at the next station, the first-graders got off the train first.

"Where does Kanzaki-senpai live?" As Kurosawa Maki stepped onto the platform, a gust of cold wind blew into her neck, making her involuntarily shrink back.

"The villa area is just below," Nagasawa Miya said, her gaze fixed on the woman's legs beneath her skirt. "By the way, are those thermal tights?"

"Yes, it looks great, doesn't it? The bottom is black, and the thighs are flesh-colored. Isn't it amazing? Like the absolute territory!"

Kurosawa Maki's fingers pinched the pantyhose and gently pulled it up, revealing the fabric clinging to her skin as it was lifted.

"It's a fake Absolute Territory."

"It's definitely fake. If it were real, you'd sink in here." Kurosawa Maki's hand touched the boundary between the black and flesh-colored areas. "Miya wants to wear it too?"

“I’m not interested in absolute territory or anything like that. I only care about whether these pantyhose keep me warm,” Nagasawa Mia said.

Before Goto Yu and she came to Hokkaido after graduating from junior high school, they knew that it was already very cold starting in November, and that it would snow directly at the end of the month.

"Don't worry, it's Kurosawa's Choice! Quality guaranteed!" Kurosawa Maki patted his thigh.

Her thighs weren't as firm as Yuka's; they were soft due to lack of exercise, and they would jiggle when patted.

"Xiaoyou, do you want to buy it?" Nagasawa Miya asked.

Goto Yu said, "I'll listen to you."

Kurosawa Maki, speaking with the air of someone who's been there, said:

"Listen to me! Never buy black stockings! If you're going to buy them, buy nude stockings! They'll make your legs look slimmer! And make them look longer and more natural!"

"I think as long as your legs are pretty, you'll look good in anything," Kuno Tachibana said with a smile. "Like me, I look pretty good."

Miyako Nagasawa couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Where did this kid come from?"

"Even children can be very strong?"

"Have you accepted that you're a child?"

"I just find discussing these things boring," Kuno Tachibana said, adopting an attitude of "I've already let it all go."

Only children care about these things.

"Ah! Now I finally know why Kanzaki-senpai was angry at Tachibana just now!" Kurosawa Maki suddenly realized.

Mia Nagasawa slightly pursed her lips, while Tatsuka Kuno, standing beside her, said dismissively:

"You know."

Chapter 301.300. Will you fly to a place far away from me?

The scenery outside the car window slowly receded into the distance.

It's a little past six o'clock, the rush hour after get off work, but outside of tourist season, Kitahara-Hakuba in Hakodate City is rarely crowded.

Even the taillights of cars are rarely seen in a continuous line; the only continuous line I've ever seen is from streetlights emitting a pale orange glow.

As the crimson sunset faded from the white sand and sea, he felt himself getting closer and closer to disappearing into the turquoise villa district.

Kitahara Hakuma sat in the front row.

The reason I didn't sit in the back was because Nagase Tsukiyo was sitting in the back.

The driver was her parents' driver, a woman in her early thirties, who was dressed neatly and professionally.

"Auntie, is my father back?" Nagase Tsukiyo asked respectfully.

Kitahara Hakuba raised an eyebrow.

The woman driving said with a smile:

"Yes, I came back especially to celebrate with you because you won the gold medal."

"Really, you even came back for such a small thing :::" Nagase Tsukiyo said this, but her face couldn't hide her joy.

Kitahara Hakuba stared straight ahead; Nagase's aunt was letting pedestrians pass.

Sometimes one can't help but feel a pang of sadness at the different upbringings of Nagase Tsukiyo and Saito Harukori.

From the moment they are born, people are endowed with entirely different things; some hold sparkling gems in their hands, while others have lead balls embedded in their feet.

That is something that is impossible to give up, and it has probably long been integrated into one's soul.

Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but take a deep breath. From birth to death, everyone is panting and entangled with their own soul.

But this doesn't mean he envied Nagase Tsukiyo for Saito Haruka. The latter also had her own unique troubles. If the comparison continues endlessly, who can say whose situation is more pitiful?

"Mr. Kitahara is only twenty-three years old this year?" Aunt Nagase asked curiously.

Kitahara Hakuba snapped out of his daze: "Yes, I just graduated this year from the music education program at Sapporo University."

"Why don't you plan to pursue a master's degree?" Aunt Nagase suddenly asked.

Aunt Nagase then realized she was tongue-tied and shouldn't have asked that question; he must have had his own reasons.

"I'm sorry, Kitahara-sensei, I'm not as smart as Nagase's parents, and sometimes I speak without thinking," she quickly apologized.

"It's nothing," Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile, waving his hand. "I thought I might not pass the exam, so I didn't take it."

"Oh, I see." Aunt Nagase nodded.

She would be a complete idiot if she believed that. How could a command advisor who could pass the national conference's 9A level exam not even get a master's degree?

Who are you lying to?

However, Kitahara Hakuba wasn't lying to her. That was indeed his thought at the time. Without the system, he might not be as outstanding as he is now, and would only be an outstanding ordinary person.

"You're really young. It seems like you're the only one in the entire country with such achievements, Mr. Kitahara."

That's how it is at the moment.

This is something that cannot be modestly claimed, because among all the conductors and advisors in the country, none have led their band to a gold medal at such a young age.

"That's amazing! Your family must be so happy to have such an outstanding son like you."

"It's alright, but my sister keeps asking me for pocket money after the celebration."

"Isn't this a good thing?"

"Indeed, I might quite enjoy being cuddled by my younger sister."

"That's what a good older brother is like."

Even though he didn't say anything, Nagase Tsukiyo, sitting in the back row, listened with great interest to his aunt's conversation with Kitahara-sensei.

Especially when his aunt starts praising him, it's as if he's the one being praised, and he feels happy about it.

Chapter 301.300. Will you fly to a place far away from me? >>

There is a saying: His strength comes from his own confidence.

"If I have ever wronged you in any way, I am truly sorry. She has a strong sense of pride, and sometimes it is quite uncomfortable for me to talk to her."

Nagase Tsukiyo pouted as if she were being difficult.

Why bring up such old stories now?

However, the girl's appearance was not visible to the Kitahara Hakuba in the front row, as the rearview mirror was a modern electronic rearview mirror, which did not allow them to see the back row.

At these moments, Aunt Nagase realizes she has said something wrong again and can only smile wryly.

Kitahara Hakuba smiled gently and said:

"No, I've also learned a lot from Nagase-kun. Many people think that teachers are omniscient."

Actually, that's not the case. Since interacting with everyone, I've realized I'm not very mature. It's a little embarrassing to admit, but sometimes I really admire Nagase's courage.

Nagase Tsukiyo blushed, her fingers dangling from her lap fidgeting as she whispered:

"

"Is it about tutoring piano?" To Kitahara Hakuba's surprise, Nagase's aunt knew about this.

Kitahara Hakuba turned his head thoughtfully to look at Nagase Tsukiyo. Judging from her expression, she was not surprised, so it seemed that she had told him the truth.

Then there's no need for me to hide anything.

"kindness."

"That's also an option."

Aunt Nagase said with deep feeling,

"As expected, girls really need to have the ability to be self-reliant. All I can do is drive."