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The first-year students passing by also heard the trumpet playing, and the sound of their conversation reached Yuka Isomoto's ears.
She clenched her fists and followed the sound, eventually finding the girl playing the trumpet on the rooftop of the club building.
The sheet music for "Free Movement" is displayed on the music stand.
The potted plants from the horticulture department were neatly arranged on one side of the rooftop, their green branches swaying in the wind, with unidentified flowers blooming among them.
The golden trumpet, bathed in sunlight, shone with a dazzling brilliance.
"Moonlit night..."
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Yuka Isomoto stood at the doorway, gazing at the long-haired girl with a serene aura.
Nagase Tsukiyo turned her head to the side, her fingers gently stroking the surface of the golden trumpet, looking somewhat downcast at a wild grass sprouting green shoots in the corner.
"I'm sorry, Yuka."
"What are you apologizing for? Didn't we already make up last time at Mount Hakodate?"
Yuka Isomoto knew that Tsukiyo Nagase was apologizing on behalf of someone else, but she didn't have the courage to confirm it, so she pretended not to know.
Nagase Tsukiyo's throat bobbed slightly as she looked at the sheet music and said:
“These past few days, I’ve not only failed to set a good example for everyone, but I’ve also been dragging Kitahara-sensei and the brass band down from time to time.”
“It’s not Tsukiyo’s fault. I believe you can adjust. Sakura is also very worried about your current situation,” Isomoto Yuka said.
Nagase Tsukiyo said softly:
"If it affects everyone, I'll be even more troubled."
Yuka Isomoto stood rooted to the spot, unable to move. She had come to find Tsukiyo Nagase to try to understand his feelings, but now that Tsukiyo was right in front of her, she couldn't say a word.
When Nagase Tsukiyo apologized upon meeting her, Isomoto Yuka realized what was bothering her.
It was this clarity that put her in a dilemma.
A gust of wind blew by, and the sheet music, which was pressed tightly down by the music stand, did not cause any ripples, only allowing the two women's hair to dance lightly in the air.
"Yuka." Nagase Tsukiyo's gaze lingered in the air before finally settling on her face.
"Ok?"
"Can you bring the Sunny Bird back?"
Her words were carried to her ears by the wind.
The girl's voice is very pleasant, and I should listen to it more often, but I don't want to hear this kind of talk anymore because I'm afraid to make a choice.
Two opposing emotions were locked in a tug-of-war in Yuka Isomoto's heart. In order to get rid of these two completely opposite emotions, she wanted to exhale the little damp air left in her lungs.
She raised her hand to her chest, as if she could feel the pain in Qingniao's cheek that day:
"She did that kind of thing to Kitahara-sensei..."
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Yuka Isomoto was interrupted abruptly by Tsukiyo Nagase halfway through her sentence:
"I want to know what Yuka herself thinks. Do you want her to come back?"
"I...
Yuka Isomoto's fingers gripped the collar fluttering in the wind on her chest tightly. The sunlight reflecting off the small trumpet in front of her was too dazzling for her to bear looking at.
What exactly was she worried about?
The hatred would intensify over time, but Yuka Isomoto could not sense this hatred from Haruka Saito.
Not only that, in the past two months she has almost forgotten what Qingniao did, and the beautiful aspects of her in her memory have become more prominent.
Haruno took her to visit several apartments before finally renting one, showing her how delicious the desserts in Goryokaku were, how beautiful the euphonium's tone was, and how spectacular the starry sky was during the summer training camp.
Her feelings toward Saito Harutori were not hatred, but rather a kind of sorrowful disappointment and helplessness at how she could have done such a stupid thing.
This grief and helplessness will accumulate over time and eventually overwhelm you.
"I have no idea.....
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Yuka Isomoto coughed up a mouthful of saliva. Her mind was like a storm raging inside her, her thoughts like a ship destroyed by a storm, with only broken parts floating on the sea.
Nagase Tsukiyo gripped the trumpet's barrel tightly, the girl's soft silhouette shrouded in shadow created by the light.
"In that case, just tell Haruno directly, 'If you're in the brass band, I can't stand it.'"
Could you really say something like that?
"I::
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Yuka Isomoto bit her lower lip tightly, unable to find any words to refute the statement.
For some reason, she always felt that Nagase Tsukiyo's figure was more dignified and resolute than before.
"Yuka, I don't want everyone to regret this again."
Yuka Isomoto looked up and saw a white passenger ship setting sail from Hakodate Bay, with a white airplane trail streaking across the sky.
Before her, the girl's chest swelled and deflated with each breath, perhaps due to excitement, through her thin uniform. Her pitiful and endearing expression was almost too much for Yuka Isomoto to handle.
"Everyone has clear criteria for judgment, but I hope to stand on the stage with Yuka, Harutori, and Eri. I can't let go of the absence of any of them."
With her arms and legs exposed to the summer sun, Yuka Isomoto's palms were already damp with a thin layer of sweat. Her lungs felt heavy as if filled with lead, and her mind was filled with agitated emotions.
"Isn't it amazing that none of us can afford to make mistakes? Once we do, it will affect everyone's fate. I think... I may never forget you all for the rest of my life."
A helpless smile appeared on Nagase Tsukiyo's lips. Isomoto Yuka would probably never forget her smile and her words for the rest of her life.
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"Is it right here?"
Kitahara Hakuba looked at the old apartment building in front of him. It was only two stories high, and the exterior walls had just been painted light blue, making it look exceptionally bright under the sky.
Saito Haruka nodded, her silky brown hair cascading down with her movements, revealing her exceptionally smooth shoulders peeking out from the sleeves of her dress.
"It seems like I'm only one street away from Isogen-kun," Kitahara Hakuba said, gazing in one direction.
Saito Haruki did not respond.
At this moment, a woman in her forties came downstairs. After confirming their identities, she led the two to their room.
It's a small apartment of 15 square meters.
The entrance is a narrow foyer, only wide enough for one person to pass through, and the kitchen is right next to it.
The kitchen and master bedroom are separated by a glass sliding door, which can fit a single sofa, a desk and a 1.5-meter-wide bed.
The only source of natural light is one window in the bedroom; if you want ventilation, you need to open the main door.
During this time, the landlady kept spying on Kitahara Hakuba, almost to the point of tearing off his clothes.
Kitahara Hakuba was quite satisfied with this place, but his satisfaction was useless since he wasn't the one living there.
"Yes, this will do." Saito Harutori shared his opinion.
"Then let's sign the contract."
When the landlady saw that Kitahara Hakuba was actually a local teacher, a sense of contrast welled up inside her, and she immediately cast a suggestive glance at him, saying:
"Wow, you're so young, I never expected you to become a teacher? And at Shenxu?"
"Ah."
"That's great! My daughter is in her third year of junior high school this year, and she plans to take the entrance exam for Shenxu next year."
Kitahara Hakuba, maintaining a warm smile, said:
"Keep up the good work, Shenxu's teaching resources are still quite good compared to those of municipal schools."
The landlady smiled happily and said:
"Oh, teacher, what do you teach?"
"music."
"Oh, music."
For some reason, Kitahara Hakuma could clearly sense that her enthusiasm had waned, perhaps because it wasn't a core subject and wasn't highly valued by parents.
After signing the contract as Saito Harutori's guarantor, the landlady handed her the keys.
"We won't disturb you any longer. We hope you have a pleasant stay."
She thought the two of them were there to live together.
Saito Haruka's ears turned slightly red, but she offered no explanation, only bowing deeply to her.
"Sorry to trouble you."
Saito Haruka breathed a sigh of relief as the door closed.
"Thank you, teacher. I can finally rent a place."
Kitahara Shirama opened the only window and said, "Now that you've paid the rent, how much money do you have left?"
Saito Harutori was silent for a moment, then sighed and said:
"I'm not afraid of being laughed at by you, Kitahara-sensei, anymore. There are still over 50,000 left..."
"You really don't plan to talk to your family?" Kitahara Hakuba asked, puzzled.
"No plan."
"What about their source of income?"
"It's summer vacation now, so I'm going to work and earn money."
"Have you decided what to do?"
“Um…:.:” Saito Haruka crossed her arms, looking bewildered.
Kitahara Hakuba was a little puzzled. If she had thought that this day would come, would she have continued to treat the members of the brass band to water and pay the club's fees?