I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Kirishima Mai nodded silently in agreement, and the two continued walking outside.

The windows of the elevated corridor were open, and the wind blew through their hair. A chill assaulted their cheeks, and the girl tightened her grip on their arms.

Spring is still a long way off.

Shortly after the school bell rang in the afternoon, Kitahara Hakuba was about to pack up and leave to meet Nagase Tsukiyo when he was stopped by the ferryman.

"Teacher Kitahara."

The ferry manager, sporting his highly recognizable scalp, approached and spoke in a gentle tone.

"What have you thought about the things we discussed before?"

Kitahara Hakuba then remembered what the two of them had discussed, and he smiled sheepishly, saying:

"I'm sorry, Director Dukou, I'm very grateful for the conditions offered by your school. I'm a little overwhelmed, but I have no plans to continue vocational education next year."

Upon hearing his words, the ferryman's expression clearly showed some distress. In fact, for him, it was incredibly good news that Xiaoyao's boyfriend could stay at Shenxu.

This applies to both the school and him personally.

"You really have no plans? You really need to think about it carefully." The ferryman still wanted to persuade him to stay.

Kitahara Hakuba waved his hand and said, "I'm really sorry. .5-4! Read the book for the fastest updates?"

Seeing his resolute tone, leaving no room for negotiation, the ferry director sighed helplessly. It would be a lifelong regret for anyone to let such a talented teacher slip through their fingers.

"Do the students know?" the ferry director asked.

"Not yet, I'm considering talking to them at a good time."

"so

"Director Ferryman raised his hand and touched his bald head, his signature gesture. 'That photo on the official website...'"

You see?

“I’m sorry, but if the school intends to use me to prepare for next year’s admissions, it might not be possible,” Kitahara Hakuba said responsibly.

If a current junior high school student were to look at the official website and see the brass band's career advisor "recruiting," they might think, "Wow, Mr. Kitahara is still teaching here! I want to go to the national team! I want to go to the national championships! I want to win gold! I want to live my youth!"

As a result, the students discovered upon enrollment that Kitahara Hakuba was not in the Shin-Asahi Brass Band at all. Now, all the money spent on private school education and the transfer of student status had been completed, only to find that he had disappeared. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it fraud.

However, the twenty-three-year-old Kitahara Hakuba still wanted to preserve his chastity.

The ferry director's expression was contorted with pain due to the enrollment issue. No matter what, private schools still have to aim for profit.

"Fine, I'll remove your information from the school's admissions website." But he couldn't disrespect Kitahara Hakuba's wishes.

"Thank you, Director." Kitahara Hakuba bowed slightly.

"Do you know anyone at Sapporo University who's similar to you? Can you recommend a few?" Director Ferry asked with an awkward smile.

Oh, this?

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Kitahara Hakuba's facial muscles twitched. Did he think he could get a second chance after getting a bargain once?

Although I don't want to be too disparaging of my alma mater, Sapporo University really doesn't rank highly.

Chapter 325, Section 324: The debt of gratitude owed to Kitahara is never fully repaid~~ (5) >>

“I don’t have anyone in mind ::” Kitahara Hakuba said, scratching his cheek with his finger. “Besides, I don’t think there are any in Hokkaido.”

The ferryman's two horizontal eyebrows shot up high; if it were springtime, he would surely shout—

—

"Kitahara! You've got quite the nerve to talk to me!"

But now, he has to seriously examine this statement. On the contrary, Kitahara Hakuba might be being modest, saying that there might not be anyone in the whole country who could match him.

After all, as teachers, vocational education is not just about imparting knowledge to students; it also involves instilling in them a worldview and values.

Influence students by setting an example yourself.

Regardless of which one, Kitahara Hakuba did an excellent job, even comparable to veteran teachers with one or two decades of teaching experience.

"Alright, are you going back now?" the ferry manager asked.

"Yes, is there anything else?"

The ferry director said with a guilty conscience, "It's alright. I'm really sorry the school didn't give you a bonus this time."

"It's alright, I don't mind." Kitahara Hakuba smiled faintly.

He knew why, because the school's bonus was actually part of their offer to retain him; they would give it to him if he stayed, and not if he didn't, to avoid causing further losses.

As I walked out of the staff office, even though school had already ended, many students in the third-grade class were still studying diligently.

Kitahara Hakuba walked by slowly, while Kanzaki Eri sat obediently in her seat writing red exercises, completely focused and unaware of him.

Not only her, but also Yushou, Yukawa Sakurako, Saito Harutori and others were seriously doing the questions.

When solving problems, the girls unconsciously brush a strand of hair behind their ears, the movement gentle and natural, revealing their delicate ears.

That little gesture is really cute.

Kitahara Hakuba withdrew his gaze and slowed his pace considerably.

He wasn't stupid; he knew that if he were discovered, it might unsettle some people.

Upon arriving at Class A, they did not find Nagase Tsukiyo; it seemed she had already gone out to wait.

I went downstairs to the teachers' shoe lockers, put my slippers in the lockers, and put on my sneakers.

He doesn't like wearing leather shoes; they make him look too mature and sophisticated.

But why do girls look so good in leather shoes? Kitahara Hakuba was puzzled.

At the entrance to the students' shoe-changing area, Nagase Tsukiyo stood quietly, her gaze occasionally sweeping towards the doorway, her eyes filled with a mixture of anticipation and unease.

The screen she was holding would occasionally light up, and she would quickly realize it was just pop-up messages from some shopping websites, so she would put it down again.

Her appearance was so easy to understand that even the students passing by wondered if this gentle and quiet girl from Shenxu was in love.

Kitahara Hakuba quickly spotted her; her legs beneath her skirt were slender and long, and her skin glowed faintly in the sunset, as if shrouded in a layer of delicate, wrinkle-free silk.

When their legs are together, the outline of their legs is soft and delicate, and their feet, covered in white lace socks, are hidden in black loafers.

It's so beautiful, I don't even want to touch or knead it, I just want to look at it.

Perhaps for the sake of comparison, he immediately thought of Yuka's flesh-colored pantyhose. If Nagase Tsukiyo wore them with bare legs, they might look even better.

Thinking about it this way, Kurosawa Maki's concerns are not without reason; it is indeed easy for comparisons to be made.

“Nase-kun.” He stepped forward.

Nagase Tsukiyo turned her head, her hair swaying beside her ears. As she spoke, she raised her hand to tuck the hair behind her ears, revealing her small, fair-skinned ears:

"Teacher Kitahara."

"Sorry, I had a conversation with the director."

"It's alright, it's alright, I didn't wait long."

"Let's go then."

"kindness."

The two walked out of the school gate together, and the students on the road did not say "oh" when they saw them.

In their eyes, Kitahara-sensei was most likely there to discipline Nagase Tsukiyo, not to do anything shady.

Kitahara Hakuba initially thought he was going to ride in her family's car, but it turned out that Nagase Tsukiyo planned to take the tram back with him.

It seems I was overthinking things.

Once inside the carriage, the two sat side by side, with a fist's width of space between them.

"Teacher Kitahara"

The girl spoke softly, and Kitahara Hakuba vaguely sensed a hint of confusion in her tone.

"what happened?"

Nagase Tsukiyo pulled her legs together, but her schoolbag covered her thighs, so Kitahara Hakuba couldn't see any of her cleavage.

"Aren't you going to ask me why I let you come here?"

"kindness?"

Kitahara Hakuba hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "If it were another student who said it, I might ask more questions, but since Nagase-san brought it up himself, I think it must be something important, so I thought I'd agree first."

"Hmm—" Nagase Tsukiyo's face flushed red. She hadn't expected to hold such a place in his heart. She was so nervous that her fingers wrung back and forth on her schoolbag.

"Thank you, I do need to learn more about some sheet music."

In Kitahara Hakuba's heart, Nagase Tsukiyo was always a sincere girl who would never cause him any trouble.

Even though Saito Haruka had told him that the girl was defending herself by listening to the noise at his door, he still held a mix of belief and skepticism.

After all, I've never seen it with my own eyes.

Moreover, he had previously stated that he would take the initiative to contact her.

As it turned out, the very polite Nagase Tsukiyo still took the initiative to bring it up, which meant that there was indeed some important problem that forced her to do so.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the car window onto Nagase Tsukiyo's face. Her pulse was pounding rapidly in her fingertips; she hadn't been this happy in a long time.

Oh, there's one more thing.

“Teacher Kitahara, a friend of mine has some questions. Could you please ask him?” Nagase Tsukiyo said softly.

Kitahara Hakuba turned his head and stared at her beautiful face, almost blurting out, "Is this friend you're talking about yourself?"

"Okay, if I'm qualified to answer that."

Nagase Tsukiyo's breathing became shallow, and she looked down at the leather creases on her backpack, saying:

"My friend thinks she's very selfish, choosing to do what's best for herself even though she knows her friend's situation isn't good."

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Her words were rather vague, and Kitahara Hakuba frowned slightly before speaking:

"You mean that helping a friend will result in losing your own interests, while not helping a friend will make your life better? Is that the case?"