I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Goto Yu asked with some concern,

"You shouldn't talk to Kitahara-sensei like that..."

Miya Nagasawa also realized this, and loneliness suddenly crept onto her cheeks as her indoor shoes made a crisp sound in the corridor.

She didn't want Kitahara-sensei to practice nepotism; she just hoped he could give Kuno Tachibana some "favors."

Instead of ignoring Kuno Tachibana's previous contributions and giving the solo spot to someone else when the two were not much different, they did not consider the differences between them.

"But... this matter has been such a blow to Tachibana, and Kitahara-sensei is acting like he's putting it off for now, which makes me feel a little uncomfortable."

Mia Nagasawa said through gentle gritted teeth,

"When Amemori-senpai lost the audition last time, the first thing Kitahara-sensei did was comfort her. But now that Kuno has failed, Kitahara-sensei didn't say a word and just told her to go home and rest."

The two walked down the stairs.

Goto Yu revealed a warm and obedient demeanor and said:

"Teacher Kitahara must have his own reasons for doing this. I don't think he dislikes Tachibana."

If he didn't like Kuno Tachibana, he wouldn't often offer them water, take them out to eat, or accept their attempts to be cute with a smile.

Mia Nagasawa raised her hand and pinched the flesh of her arm between her thumb and forefinger:

"I still hope Kitahara-sensei can explain things clearly... Tachibana clearly likes him so much..."

"Hmm::"

Just as Goto Yu was wondering what to say, he noticed Kirishima Mai waiting at the shoe changing area.

Her long black hair, as deep and alluring as the night outside, contrasted beautifully with her fair skin.

"Did you go to see Kitahara-sensei?" Kirishima Mai asked. "Yes."

Miya Nagasawa took out brown loafers from the shoe cabinet and put her indoor shoes in.

"What did you say?"

He said we should go to Kuno's house together tomorrow, but he doesn't know where it is and hopes we can show him the way...::.Will Mai come along?

"Hmm::"

Kirishima Mai's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her bangs cast shadows on her eyes. She said, as if making an excuse, "I won't go. There are too many things to do at home during the Obon festival."

"Alright then." Nagasawa Miya slipped her feet into her loafers, closed the shoe cabinet, and said, "Mai, don't you feel resentful?"

Kita's straightforward gaze pierced straight into Kirishima Mai's chest, and her whole body seemed to tremble.

"No, in terms of strength, I am indeed no match for Kanzaki-senpai."

She and Tachibana Kuno have completely different mindsets. Over the past few months, Miyako Nagasawa has realized that Mai doesn't care about the selection at all.

Is this magnanimity or a lack of ambition? Even she herself couldn't figure it out.

? ?

The door to the staff office was opened again.

The next day, I saw the uncle standing at the door with a flashlight, and I discovered that the school's music teacher was still in the office.

Everyone says that the main subject teachers are the busiest, but based on his patrols over the past few months, this music teacher is the busiest, arriving early and leaving late every day.

The next day, the uncle walked up behind him and found that the notebook contained something that looked like frequencies that he couldn't understand.

"Kitahara—"

He patted Kitahara Hakuba on the shoulder.

"Hmm—"

Kitahara Hakuba was startled and quickly took off the earphones he was wearing.

Upon seeing that it was Uncle Asami, his expression slowly returned to normal.

"Sorry, I was a little startled."

"Hurry back, it's already eleven o'clock."

"See you tomorrow," the older man said, placing a hand on his shoulder as if to offer comfort.

"What are these things? Why have they taken so long to make?"

"Audio recordings of the students playing the flute."

Kitahara Hakuma leaned back in his chair, his voice filled with pent-up fatigue.

"Although there are only a few sections, it still takes some time to explain them one by one."

"Finished?" Uncle Asami, though unable to understand, still deeply appreciated the difficulty of the task.

Kitahara Hakuba nodded: "Yes, it's just finished."

"Pack up and go back to rest quickly."

"I'm sorry to have troubled you to make this trip again."

"Working is tough for young people, keep it up," Uncle Tomorrow said as he walked out of the office.

This was the first time Kitahara Hakuba had ever found this middle-aged man to be so kind.

To avoid causing trouble for the other party, he quickly packed up his laptop and turned off the lights in the staff office.

After leaving the campus, I bought a discounted boxed lunch at a convenience store and took a taxi back to my residence.

Heat the boxed lunch in the microwave for a few minutes, then listen to today's audio while eating.

The reason he didn't choose to comfort Kuno Tachibana today is because she's not the kind of girl who can be easily appeased by empty words.

A smooth-talking, warm-hearted approach might work on Amemori, but it has no effect on Kuno Tachibana.

We need to comfort her with more professional advice, and use this as a springboard for her to learn from experience and climb higher.

Because that's the kind of girl she is.

If there's anything that can attract her, it must be something that makes her more confident.

That's why he went to great lengths to record the auditions of the two people today, and spent several hours staying at the school listening to the audio, pointing out every difference in detail.

This was all so that Kuno Tachibana could understand why she lost and how she should change her ways.

As for Nagasawa Mimasa's doubts, Kitahara Hakuba was actually reluctant to say it openly.

"Actually, I was already biased towards Kuno Tachibana, but she didn't seize the opportunity."

And this sentence cannot be spoken aloud; whether they can attain enlightenment depends entirely on their little brains.

Thinking of this, only a piece of beef that was impossible to chew was left in Kitahara Hakuba's lunchbox.

I checked the employee emails again, but there were no instructions.

There was only one in-person teacher training session in mid-September, held in Sapporo.

Kitahara Hakuba didn't know if he, as a music teacher, was going, but that was after the All-Do Tournament; they'd talk about it later.

After tidying up my lunchbox, I washed my face, went to bed without watching any short videos, and turned off the lights to sleep.

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The next day was the first day of the Ullambana Festival holiday.

Kitahara Hakuba woke up naturally at six in the morning, got up with his eyes half-closed, brushed his teeth and washed his face.

The time agreed upon with Nagasawa Miyabi was 10 a.m., which was still early.

The little black and red goldfish that I brought back from the port festival last time have already turned belly up. As expected, Kitahara Hakuba threw the goldfish into the trash can without any pity.

Just as he was about to go out for a morning run, a message suddenly came through on his phone.

I took out my phone and saw that it was a message from Saito Harukori.

Saito Harutori:

"Teacher Kitahara, did you leave Hakodate for the Obon festival?"

Kitahara Hakuba:

"No, I'm still here."

She seemed to be staring at her phone, and soon sent another message:

"I found a job related to musical instruments online. Since I have no experience in this area, and it's near your home, could you come with me?"

Didn't you find the customer service job yourself last time?

And she changed jobs after only a few days?

After thinking for a moment, Kitahara Hakuba continued tapping on the screen and said:

"What time? I have other plans today."

Saito Harutori:

"5 p.m."

Kitahara Hakuba:

"Okay, I'll let you know in advance if I have some free time."

Saito Harutori:

"thanks".

Kitahara Hakuba was about to put his phone in his pocket when he took it out again and asked:

"The family issues haven't been resolved yet?"

This time, there was no reply for a while. It wasn't until Kitahara Hakuba put on his shoes, went outside, and ran for a while that he received the message:

"Excuse me, did I disturb you?"

Kitahara Hakuba breathed softly:

"without]

That was the end of the story.

Fearing that his desires would take over again, Kitahara Hakuba didn't go to Shinomiya Haruka's place this time. Instead, he ran around the nearby park and returned to his rented room.