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Tenkai So and some boys were blowing up balloons and squeezing them into little dogs, with occasional "pop!" sounds.
"Hey! Don't waste things like that!" Mizuno Kaze frowned at them.
Logically speaking, since they were all born in the same year, the pressure from the third-year students shouldn't be as great. But surprisingly, these boys didn't argue back nonchalantly; instead, they nodded quickly.
"Is this the power of the next Shinsengumi leader?" Takahashi Kami remarked.
"This can be inherited?" Kitahara Hakuba raised an eyebrow slightly and asked Eto Kana:
"I haven't seen Minister Yukawa and the others today. No, I haven't seen any of the third-year students. What's going on?"
Kana Eto smiled and said:
"Yes, that's an unwritten rule in our wind band."
"Rules?" Kitahara Hakuba raised an eyebrow slightly.
Where do all these rules come from?
“Yes, it’s the third-year students who are retiring. If they don’t get notified, they can’t come to the brass band,” Kana Eto explained.
"why?"
Under Kitahara Hakuma's puzzled gaze, Takahashi Kami held up one finger and said with a smile:
"That's how we create an air of mystery! To maintain that mystery, the senior students will strictly adhere to this rule! Everyone's happy."
Mizuno Kaze's eyes were shining:
"Yes, yes, yes! I also hope that the younger students can prepare a big surprise for us next year! For this sense of anticipation, I'd be happy even if I missed three days in the band club!"
"It's the same principle as celebrating a birthday!"
"Yes! I understand perfectly!"
The two girls clasped their hands together in an exaggerated gesture, and Kitahara Hakuba smiled and said:
"May I go in?"
He pointed to the door of the first music classroom, where the retirement ceremony was held; he wondered how the interior was decorated.
“Of course.” Kana Eto nodded vigorously. Hakuba Kitahara walked towards the first music classroom and found that wreaths had already been placed around the sliding doors.
When he arrived at the door, he discovered that the flowers were actually real, and he could even smell their fragrance.
The snow-white lilies, the delicate and soft chrysanthemums, and the petite and exquisite forget-me-nots are all perfectly arranged on the emerald green ivy.
Hidden among the ivy branches and leaves are small group photos of the wind band and headshots of some members.
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It's pretty well done.
I didn't see this yesterday, so it seems they arrived very early. They really put their heart into it.
Kitahara Hakuba carefully opened the door and found that the sound-absorbing carpet, which had been used to treat many girls' athlete's foot, had been rolled up and was nowhere to be found.
Several tables and chairs were set up on the exposed floor, covered with clean restaurant tablecloths, and each table had a vase.
Cherry blossoms and white peonies in full bloom are pasted on the wall, and several girls are drawing on the blackboard. Pigeons are flying across the musical staff with branches and leaves in their beaks.
The musical notes of various colors look round and full, some sitting steadily on the staff, while others trail long tails and move lightly and gracefully.
At the bottom of the blackboard, the three large characters "卒部会" (Zubu Hui) were written.
The two club members who were drawing seemed unaware that Kitahara Hakuba was standing right behind them, and continued drawing with complete absorption.
"I think this butterfly should be drawn a bit bigger, preferably with a sense of flapping its wings and soaring! It would express the younger students' blessings to their older classmates after graduation!"
As she said "spread your wings and soar," she didn't forget to shake her arms.
"But if it's any bigger, it will take up all the space on the staff, and that will look really bad."
Another girl, who was drawing ribbons with pink chalk, gave her a warning look, sighed, and said...
"And I still think the image of a pigeon is better, and — Kitahara-sensei?"
Her eyes widened in surprise; the person who suddenly appeared behind her almost made her lose her balance while standing on the chair.
Kitahara Hakuba quickly stepped forward, his hands instinctively reaching out to support her legs, but he quickly realized that he could only raise his hands in the air, thinking that he could hold her if she really lost her balance.
Fortunately, she managed to stand firmly on the chair, though she was slightly bent over with lingering fear.
"Sunflower, please be careful," Kitahara Hakuba reminded him.
"Phew, that scared me to death." The girl raised her hand and patted her slightly protruding chest.
At this moment, her friend, whose heart had been in her throat, finally relaxed and remarked:
"Chunxia, your sense of balance is terrible."
"So please come and help me, Xiaowang, or at least keep a little distance from me," said Xiaorikui Chunxia, feeling frustrated.
This long-haired girl with wispy bangs is Junka Kohikawa, a trumpet player. She has a very standard girlish figure, with no particularly alluring features or obvious weaknesses.
Since Kitahara Hakuba started teaching the Kamiya Brass Band, this girl has had a 100% attendance rate in competitions.
In Kitahara Hakuba's mind, she is a very capable member. Putting aside the addition of new students next year, Kohikawa Junka will be the second-in-command of the smaller club.
The short-haired girl she called "Xiao Wang" was named Chun Haiwang. She had a slightly bronze complexion and her legs showed signs of exercise with smooth muscle lines.
He is a member of the clarinet section, and the instrument's growth value is C. He has never participated in any major competitions.
However, a low growth value is not an excuse, because Yuka Isomoto, whose growth value is d, is a very positive example.
Conversely, Yuka Isomoto's existence is not a reason for Hakuba Kitahara to preach to others; he cannot expect others to be like Yuka.
Because forcing someone to do something against their will is itself a form of violence.
"Please be careful," Kitahara Hakuba repeatedly reminded him.
Sunflower Junxia grinned, the chalk twirling between her fingertips as she continued drawing:
"I was mainly scared because Kitahara-sensei didn't make a sound."
That was still his fault.
Sunlight streamed obliquely through the window, and chalk dust was clearly visible in the beams of light, like countless tiny sprites dancing in the interplay of light and shadow.
"Does Kitahara-sensei have any plans to give the upperclassmen any gifts?" Harumi Nozomi scribbled under her chalk in blue and green.
The two colors intertwined, forming a blue wave.
Kitahara Hakuba felt relieved for a while before realizing that he hadn't prepared any retirement gifts for the third-year students.
Actually, he didn't need to send it, and Chunhaiwang shouldn't have mentioned it either. Thinking about it carefully, these girls are really quite naive.
“Yes,” Kitahara Hakuba said.
"What? Could you tell me in advance?" Sunflower Junxia asked.
"Let's leave some room for anticipation."
"Indeed."
If she didn't draw her ribbon well, she would squat down to get the blackboard eraser.
They squatted and stood up like that several times; it looked tiring.
Kitahara Hakuba didn't know what to give as a gift for the third year of life; giving gifts to girls was the most brain-draining thing.
Is it a gift that's purely symbolic? Or something practical? Expensive? Something you make yourself?
It's probably much simpler for guys, because they're guys too and know what guys like.
Everyone has a different perspective on gifts. What one person cherishes may be nothing more than trash to another.
Selling at a bargain price is possible.
Kitahara Hakuba walked to the cabinet and looked at the group photo from the national tournament through the glass. His gaze seemed to automatically track him, and he immediately found Nagase Tsukiyo and the other two.
If you were to give gifts to these three people who are completely well-off...
Kitahara Hakuba hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to give the same gift to all three students. If everyone received a different gift, it might cause unnecessary trouble.
In a sense, he was also looking for convenience.
“It’s better to be fair in this regard,” Kitahara Hakuba murmured.
As for what to buy, it's better to buy something practical, such as a laptop or a new mobile phone.
If she were a woman, she might have bought other intimate items, such as leak-proof products, but unfortunately she isn't.
After school in the afternoon, students walked out of the classroom in twos and threes, their laughter and conversations mingling together.
Many third-year students choose to continue their studies in the school library, but the third-year students in the brass band are like a flock of birds set free.
I walked happily toward the student association building.
As Kawai Sakura walked along the elevated corridor, the noise of the students around her revealed a familiar tranquility.
"I feel like something's missing," she said softly.
I may not have a deep feeling yet; I'm just thinking about having fun and looking forward to what interesting programs the younger students will prepare.
Sayaka Akamatsu pressed her shoulder and said:
"Does it feel different from last year?"
"After all, the roles have been reversed," Sakurako Yukawa said with a wry smile.
"You have to experience it eventually, so you might as well have some fun. The exam preparation that follows will be exhausting."
Sayaka Akamatsu winked at her.
"I saw Mr. Kitahara get into a Mercedes-Benz during my lunch break."
"So what?" Sakurako Yukawa asked.
They had seen Kitahara-sensei get into a Mercedes-Benz more than once.
"That Mercedes belongs to Professor Shinomiya."
"Wow, he's that rich?"
"She must be a rich girl."
Sayaka Akamatsu guessed, her voice trembling with barely concealed excitement.