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He stretched and didn't even know when he had fallen asleep, but he did feel much better.
He looked around; some girls were still sleeping, while others were watching videos with headphones on.
Saito Harutori, who was beside her, was still sleeping.
It's already past 4 pm, are you that tired?
Kitahara Hakuba yawned, clasped his hands together under his chin, and prepared to think about how to kill the remaining two hours when suddenly he asked, "Huh? What's that smell?"
Chapter 272, Section 271: Rejection Means Insufficient Charm Points? (4K)
Upon arriving in Utsunomiya, the autumn sun had completely dissipated.
In the deep blue hues that had almost completely sunk into twilight, the bus's headlights stood out starkly.
The school did not arrange for the brass band to stay in an expensive hotel. In order to balance practice, Kitahara Hakuba discussed with the headmaster, Watari, and rented a cheap hotel with a concert hall.
Since the announcement last year that the national tournament would be held in Utsunomiya, hotels in Utsunomiya have been adding and renovating concert halls in order to earn money to host the participating schools.
The bus was about to come to a complete stop in the parking lot, but many members had already stood up from their seats.
"Finally arrived"
"Does this hotel really have a concert hall?"
"I can barely feel my butt anymore."
"Really? Let me pinch it."
Due to the long journey, many people's jokes and laughter sounded weak and listless, like sails damaged by the waves.
They can no longer sail far.
Kitahara Hakuba found it strange that he felt tired even though he was in a car.
Although I also felt very tired.
"Everyone, pack your things and get off the train! Take your luggage and wait! No matter what, roll call is required! Don't wander off!" Yukawa Sakura shouted from inside the carriage.
Her cheeks glowed slightly in the light, with a faint sheen at her temples and nose.
But the girl's oily sheen didn't look greasy; instead, it exuded an unadorned purity and vibrancy.
"Teacher Kitahara"
"At that moment, Saito Haruka's voice came from beside me."
Her voice was softer than usual, and you could even feel the shame she felt for doing something wrong; her face was flushed red.
"Excuse me." Kitahara Hakuba made way for her to get off the car first.
Saito Harutori's eyes shimmered slightly as she stroked her brown, center-parted bangs, her face flushed as she whispered:
"I'm the one who should apologize."
He didn't quite understand what she meant, but Kitahara Hakuba didn't bother to delve into it further.
Girls kept brushing past him, their unique scents wafting past Kitahara Hakuba's nose.
After confirming that no one was on the bus, Kitahara Hakuba got off.
A cool breeze flowed quietly through the still night, the air filled with the faint scent of grass and trees, and not a single star could be seen in the sky.
Occasionally, the groans of girls stretching and yawning could be heard. They stood on tiptoe, stretched out their arms, and you could even see their slender, white waists and their small navels hidden under the fabric.
These girls didn't treat him like an outsider at all.
At this moment, Yukawa Sakurako raised her hands and called out:
"The truck carrying the musical instruments won't arrive for another half hour or so. Everyone, please pack your luggage in the meantime. I will notify you in the group when the truck arrives!"
"Teacher Kitahara, are we going to continue practicing tonight?" Sayaka Akamatsu asked a question that everyone was concerned about.
Kitahara Hakuba raised his wrist and glanced at the time.
It's almost 8 p.m., and by the time the truck arrives to move the instruments and we finish arranging and adjusting them, it will probably be past 9 p.m. Even if we practice, we won't be able to play for very long.
"No need, everyone just need to tidy up their instruments. We'll start practicing at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
Many people breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing him say that.
They weren't being lazy; they just felt exhausted both physically and mentally, and even if they practiced, they couldn't manage two rounds, so they figured they might as well take this opportunity to rest.
Led by Sayaka Akamatsu, the club members carried their luggage into the room.
Just like the last summer training camp, the girls slept in dormitories with ten people per room.
But in reality, if they communicate with each other, they can sleep with as many people as they want.
Matsuoka Nobuyuki walked over carrying a schoolbag and asked curiously:
"Teacher Kitahara, shall we sleep together tonight?"
"What you're saying is completely nonsensical!" Tianhai Cang, who was standing next to him, complained.
Unlike the girls who would bring a suitcase, the boys only brought a backpack.
Some boys even carried only a bag containing a change of clothes.
“There are enough rooms here, I’ll be staying alone,” Kitahara Hakuba said.
His arrangement isn't finished yet; he needs to hurry.
"What can you talk about at length with Mr. Kitahara?" Tenkai asked.
"Discussing poker skills."
"I just want to find a card-playing buddy."
"Alright, hurry up and go in," Kitahara Hakuba urged.
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As soon as Sayaka Akamatsu stepped into the room, she threw her bag aside and stepped onto the tatami mat with her feet, which were covered in black socks.
Are you performing biomarking?
While complaining, Kawai Sakurako casually walked to the socket and quickly plugged in her phone, which was about to shut down. The moment she saw the battery light up green, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
I'm so sorry everyone! If my phone runs out of battery, I won't be able to handle any work! I'm sure you'll understand!
"Biomarkers? What does that mean?" Yuka Isomoto asked curiously.
Nagase Tsukiyo placed the silver suitcase in the corner, squatted down, and pressed the tender flesh of her thighs and calves together, her skin glowing softly in the light.
"It's the behavior of creatures in nature marking their territory with scent," she said with a smile.
Suzuki Yoshie also took off her shoes and stepped on Akamatsu Sayaka's buttocks with her white-socked feet:
"If you keep marking these things like this in a dormitory room for ten people, we'll all have to sleep in the hallway!"
"You can sleep on me."
While the two were exchanging insults, a man dragging a suitcase arrived at the door, smiling and saying:
"Great, everyone's here. Are there any seats available?"
The girls in the room turned around and saw that the person standing at the door was Saito Haruka.
"And also, we are only now..."
Sakurako Kawai started speaking, counting the heads on her fingers as she spoke.
"Me, Sayaka, Kaori, Yuka, Tsukiyo, hmm! There are six of us in total, that's more than enough!"
"Then I'll take my leave."
However, the person who responded to her wasn't Saito Harukori, but Watanabe Hama, who suddenly walked in dragging a suitcase, and she was anything but polite.
Black ankle socks are a rather unusual item among the girls in the brass band.
Saito Harutori said with a smile, "Then you shouldn't have any objections to adding me, right?"
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Akamatsu Sayaka lay on the tatami mat with her legs crossed, her skirt pulled down, revealing her pure white panties underneath.
"How could I possibly have any objections? Come on, cute girls, come on over!"
In a room full of girls, she knew nothing of shame.
"Underwear! It's all showing!" Sakurako Yukawa blushed and hurriedly reminded him, her ample bosom clearly visible.
"What are you afraid of? We're all girls, what? Don't you guys wear underwear?"
Sakurako Yukawa sighed helplessly:
That's not how it works.
Saito Harutori glanced at Nagase Tsukiyo, who was silently packing her suitcase, and a serene smile appeared on her lips as she said:
"Does Moonlight mind if I stay here?"
Nagase Tsukiyo's body suddenly stiffened, and even her breathing slowed down.
The other girls in the room weren't just silly fools who would laugh and joke around; they already knew that the relationship between Haruno, Tsukiyo, and Eri wasn't what it used to be.
Even the usually unserious Sayaka Akamatsu wore a calm expression and stared at her without saying a word.
The warm indoor lighting fell upon Nagase Tsukiyo's gaze, tinged with the darkness of the night.
"I have no opinion."
She spoke in a calm and even tone, making it impossible to discern any emotion in her voice.
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A gentle smile appeared on Saito Haruka's lips as she ran her fingers through her hair and said:
“Great! If it works out, I’ll ask Eri to stay here too. There’s just enough space.”
Hmm:
Hearing that she was going to call Eri, Nagase Tsukiyo's clear eyes were shrouded in some kind of invisible worry.
Saito Haruka did not turn around immediately. She remained where she was, observing Nagase Tsukiyo's expression. Only when she saw that Nagase did she prepare to turn around and leave.