I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"Misunderstanding? You? Uh::::" Kumiko Oumae covered her mouth with one hand. "What's Kitahara-sensei doing here?"

"Because the national conference is tomorrow."

"This...like this."

She was just curious why he was in this coffee shop, and the thought immediately popped into her head that he was trying to poach her boyfriend again.

"So it seems the whole Kitauji family arrived yesterday as well?"

His tone was so sincere that Kumiko Oumae had to look directly at his gentleness. The morning sun, filtering through the shop window, clearly illuminated the fine downy hairs on his profile.

good looking.

"kindness."

Kumiko Oumae raised her glass and took a sip; she didn't know how to face this person.

Last time, he pointed out the shortcomings and deficiencies of the Kitauji Concert Band simply by listening to the competition CD.

Kumiko Oumae felt enlightened when she heard this and took everything he said back with her, telling Taki-sensei everything in detail.

Based on her impression of Professor Taki, he was not someone who would reject the ideas of other consultants.

On the contrary, he always reminded himself to humbly listen to the opinions of other advisors, so that he could learn many different things and realize his own immaturity.

As expected, after Kitahara Hakuba's subtle adjustments, the entire Kitauji Brass Band's performance became fuller and richer, earning high praise from Taki-sensei.

"The consultant, Kitahara, is a teacher with an extremely keen insight into musical instruments."

"Speaking of last time"

"Speaking of last time"

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The two opened their mouths at the same time. Before Kumiko Ouma could react, Hakuba Kitahara suddenly spoke up:

"happyicecrea"

！’

How did Kitauji learn the game? And why did I even lose?!

Kitahara Hakuba said with a cheerful laugh:

"I won, but I don't feel like having ice cream at all in this season. Buy me a coffee after the tournament."

"puff-"

Upon hearing his words, Kumiko Oumae suddenly couldn't help but laugh, and then hurriedly said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh, I just thought you look so serious, yet you would play such a girly game."

Kitahara Hakuba said, "Ultimately, it's the stereotypes brought about by the teaching profession."

Kumiko Oumae wholeheartedly agrees with this.

Teachers might be more open-minded in places like Tokyo, but in other places, most people think teachers are serious, and that joking around is a sign of a lack of professionalism.

But laughing and joking shouldn't be associated with seriousness, which is as abstract as saying "not buying this means you're unpatriotic."

"What were you trying to say?" Kitahara Hakuba asked, looking at her.

"Oh yes!"

Kumiko Oumae bowed slightly to him and said...

"Thank you very much for your feedback on the Kitauji Concert Club. After Mr. Taki's practice, it has indeed become better than before."

"You guys actually listen to me?" Kitahara Hakuba said, quite surprised.

Feeling the bitterness between her lips and teeth, Kumiko Oumae continued:

"As long as we can make progress, listening to opinions is a must, and Professor Taki said he looks forward to meeting you."

“Me too. ￠x_i¨a￠o+s!h~uo,w`a!n!b_e?n￠..c,om′”

It's fake. Kitahara Hakuba isn't really looking forward to it; he'll leave it to fate.

"And you? What are you trying to say? You're not going to ask me to coach at Shenxu again, are you?"

"This is probably the only thing I can ask for from you," Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile.

"How rude of me:"

Kumiko Oumae sighed deeply and said righteously, "I'm sorry, I really don't have that idea. I want to spend my whole life teaching brass at Kitauji Vocational School. It's my destiny."

My promise to my friend.

"So heavy"

Kitahara Hakuba was practically developing PTSD from all these words—"a lifetime," "destiny," "a promise," and so on. "Anyway, that's pretty much the gist of it," Kumiko Oumae said.

“Alright, I don’t want to force you, but you’ve missed out on a tremendous fortune,” Kitahara Hakuba said.

"And you missed out on immense wealth::: The consultant in Hokkaido probably didn't make much money either," Kumiko Oumae said irritably.

Although Kitahara Hakuba often jokes about his job salary, he now says with some dissatisfaction:

“I brought Shenxu into the entire industry, and the bonus alone was two million.”

"A prize of two million?!" Kumiko Oumae's eyes widened; she was utterly mesmerized by the figure.

Is this what a private school is like?!

"Want to come over?"

He raised an eyebrow, his face full of temptation.

But Kumiko Oumae quickly regained her senses:

"Come on, you only know this much the first time. Once you get used to it after entering the whole system, you won't give me anything anymore. Although I haven't been a vocational teacher for many years, I'm not stupid."

"Miss Huangqian is so clever." Kitahara Hakuba clapped softly.

Is this boy treating himself like a child?

"So why did you resign? According to you, you could make a lot of money at Shenxu. Wouldn't it be better to continue coaching them if you win gold this year?" she asked, puzzled.

Kitahara Hakuba remained silent for a while, somewhat regretting not ordering coffee to ease his hesitation.

“I want to try to conceive,” he replied.

"what?"

"I need to get my girlfriend pregnant, I don't have time to give guidance." Kitahara Hakuba said, his hands forming a tower shape and his face serious as he pressed his nose against the ground.

Kumiko Oumae was shocked. That's it? That's the reason he wanted to resign?

Who would believe it!

Kumiko Oumae didn't know how to answer, and simply tilted her shoulder to the other side, saying awkwardly,

"This shouldn't have anything to do with vocational education, right?"

Although she was never married and never experienced it, she had inevitably seen some works of art.

Humans aren't quolls; it takes them over ten hours to do that.

"Of course it's related. My girlfriend has a very strong sex drive and is always clinging to me, but I rarely have contact with her because I'm taking care of the national conference. This time, she forced me to say that she has to get pregnant after the conference."

"It shouldn't take too long, right?"

Kumiko Oumae regretted her words immediately after speaking. What was she even talking about?

But his expression was so serious that it made one doubt whether he was telling the truth.

"I also want to go back to Tokyo to spend time with my family and give myself a break," Kitahara Hakuba said.

"Why didn't you just tell me this directly?"

Kumiko Oumae couldn't help but complain, suspecting that this person was just messing with her.

He looks so serious, just like Mr. Taki, but why does he always talk so strangely? Does he talk to his students like that too?

“I thought you were being harassed by a lot of female students and couldn’t stand it anymore, so you resigned,” said Kumiko Oumae.

Kitahara Hakuba subconsciously glanced at her sideways and asked curiously, "Why would you think that?"

"Why? Or rather, why shouldn't I think about it this way?"

Kumiko Huangzen asked rhetorically,

"You're so young, so handsome, and so capable as a mentor. It's perfectly normal for the female students at school, who are all in their adolescence and naturally interested in the opposite sex, to like you, right?"

"

She was halfway through her sentence when she suddenly remembered something, a faint smile appearing on her lips, and changed her words:

"It shouldn't be liking, it should be loving you."

On the tabletop, light and shadow intertwined with the wood grain. Kitahara Hakuba remembered that when he arrived, the sunlight wasn't positioned here. (New Completed Novel - Fastest Updates)

"Is Miss Huang also liked by the boys in the department?" he asked.

"No way!" she replied quickly.

"so."

Kitahara Hakuba raised a faint smile, stood up from his chair, and said, "Your national tournament is in the front twelve, right?"

"Yes, it's in the morning too."

Kumiko Oumae nodded, then remembered that their Shin-Asahi Brass Band was first in the front row, and said with a sigh,

"That's really tough. To be number one in the frontcourt on your first time entering the national competition, the pressure must have been immense, right?"

"The order in which I perform doesn't really matter to me, but for my students, the pressure is unavoidable."

Kitahara Hakuba raised his wrist, glanced at the listless second hand of his watch, and said...

"That's all for now. I've been slacking off here for a long time. See you at the conference tomorrow."

"Okay." Kumiko Oumae waved at him. "I wish Asahi the best of luck in winning the gold medal."

“Kitauji can also win gold, after all, I taught him some of the techniques.” Kitahara Hakuba nodded, glancing at her with a smug look.

"How arrogant, but thank you."