I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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She stood at the door with a gentle voice, holding a mug in her hand, and had already changed into her usual clothes.

Kitahara Hakuba looked around at the floor, where there were stockings—black stockings, white stockings, flesh-colored stockings—he had practically examined every kind of stocking.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was a complete mess.

"Yaobao, you have so many stockings. Can you wear a different one every day of the week?" he said in surprise.

"Who went through my drawer first?"

Si Gongyao looked at him with a smile and said,

"You're in charge of cleaning everything here. You have to clean it all up, including the blankets. Remember to air them out in the sun!"

"It's not like I'm the only one who did it... Isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Kitahara Hakuba said with a wry smile.

Shinomiya Haruka simply smiled without saying a word, but that smile contained an undeniable sense of oppression.

"Okay, okay, I have nothing to do anyway."

What is Shenxu Private High School? What is the brass band?

He's on vacation starting today!

Kitahara Hakuba searched for his clothes on the ground. Luckily, they weren't stained with anything strange, so he could still wear them.

Shinomiya Haruka's self-glow lingered on his body, seemingly admiring the treasure she had finally obtained, and she said with a smile:

"It smells bad, remember to open the windows for ventilation."

"it is good."

Kitahara Hakuba quickly got dressed, but the first thing he did wasn't to tidy up; instead, he instinctively pulled out his phone from his clothes.

The ferry director called him every twenty minutes starting at six o'clock this morning, and made four calls in total.

However, the one who played the most was Yuka Isomoto, who played intermittently, and judging from the time, she played continuously during the ten-minute break between classes.

Not only these two, but Sakurako Yukawa also sent a text message:

"Teacher Kitahara, I heard from Director Wataru that you can rest assured in Tokyo. I will take good care of the brass band these days."

Kitahara Hakuba tilted her head in confusion. What had the ferryman told her? What did he mean by going to Tokyo on her own?

But I still sent the message first.

Kitahara Hakuba: "Thank you, Minister Yukawa."

It's still class time, so there shouldn't be a reply yet.

But soon, the phone rang with a message notification.

Sakurako Yukawa: "Please come back soon. I wish you a successful blind date. :)"

Another blind date?

And those emoticons are so old-fashioned!

Kitahara Hakuba began picking up the stockings on the ground, one after another, most of them torn in the middle, and one of them was Balenciaga.

Looking at what he was doing, Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. Just how depraved was he?

At that moment, Shinomiya Haruka stood at the bedroom door and said:

"My uncle said to give me the memory card for the surveillance footage, and I'll send it to you."

"Thank you."

"Hakuba-ichi—" Shinomiya Haruka said, arms crossed, long, beautiful legs crossed, leaning against the door frame, "You're great, I'm very satisfied."

She turned and left after she finished speaking.

Kitahara Hakuba raised an eyebrow, tidied up all the stockings, and then opened the room window to ventilate.

He tinkered around in the bedroom for a while before leaving the Shinomiya residence.

On the way, he called Yuka Isomoto.

The call was answered shortly afterward, and a slightly anxious voice came from the other end of the line.

Yuka Isomoto said, "Teacher Kitahara! Are you alright?!"

Her voice was louder than usual, and it was clear that the girl was very nervous.

Kitahara Hakuba instinctively moved the microphone away from him.

"I'm fine, Isogen-kun. Don't be too nervous. This will pass quickly. Just tell the truth."

"I was so scared. He wouldn't answer the phone. I thought something had happened."

"No, it's just that I can't go to school during this time, so don't tell the other members too much."

"Hmm," the voice on the other end suddenly became melancholic, with a hint of unease, as it said...

"Teacher Kitahara, you'll definitely come back, right? Actually, everyone's been a little different since you weren't here today..."

A little neurotic...:

For the Shin-hsu Brass Band, who were once "abandoned" by their advisors, a second chance would undoubtedly be a fatal blow.

Chapter 107, Section 106: Apologize in person or leave the department? (4K)

Back in the rented room, Kitahara Hakuba removed the memory card from the surveillance footage, then went back and handed it to Shinomiya Haruka.

The gurgling sound hidden in the ditch was louder than before, accompanied by the roar of car engines passing by on the street, constantly vibrating Kitahara Hakuba's eardrums.

On his way home, Kitahara Hakuba pondered what meaningful things he should do while waiting for the notification.

For example, going swimming, learning a new language, or enrolling in a cooking class.

With the weather getting warmer, swimming might be a good idea.

Just as Kitahara Hakuba returned to his rented room, he found a girl standing in front of the door. Her facial features were well-defined, her legs were long and slender with fair skin under her skirt, and she wore white socks inside her brown shoes. She had a curvaceous figure.

Although she is not as voluptuous as Saito Haruka, she exudes a powerful saintly charm.

“Nagase-kun?” Kitahara Hakuba said.

Nagase Tsukiyo turned around, and her bright, piercing gaze fell upon him.

"Teacher Kitahara, I heard about that incident and was concerned, so I came to find you. Fortunately, you are still here."

It was lunch break, and she was still wearing her Shin-hsu High School uniform.

Kitahara Hakuba said dismissively:

"I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me."

"No.:

Nagase Tsukiyo's slender fingers rested on the buttons of her uniform on her chest, and she looked at him with sharp eyes, saying...

"But Kitahara-sensei, did you really do anything strange to Yuka?"

"Huh?" Kitahara Hakuba was taken aback for a moment. "You think I would do such a thing?"

Seeing his furrowed brows, Nagase Tsukiyo pursed her lips slightly and smiled demurely:

"I was just joking with you, Kitahara-sensei. Although we haven't had much contact, I don't think you're that kind of person."

JK girl, this kind of joke isn't funny at all.

Kitahara Hakuba sighed, took out his keys, walked to the door, and said:

You'd better leave quickly.

“I don’t think any students will be able to see us during lunch break,” Nagase Tsukiyo said, standing behind him.

Her tone suggested she wanted to go inside with him, as if she wanted to continue talking.

Kitahara Hakuba opened the door, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said in a meaningful tone:

"If you're not afraid of what I might do to you, then come in bravely."

"Of course I dare to come in. After all, I still owe you more than three million doors. I'm probably the biggest debtor. It's not good for you no matter how you look at it."

How could there be no benefits? You underestimate the value of being a teenage girl, a high school girl, a young lady, beautiful legs, white socks, and being underage.

Nagase Tsukiyo followed him inside, took off her loafers, stepped onto the floor, turned around, and neatly arranged her shoes.

"Are your family rules very strict?" Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but ask, seeing her like this.

"No, or rather, there are no family rules."

Nagase Tsukiyo bent down, pinched the front of the white sock with two fingers, and, feeling it was a little tight, gently pulled it forward.

As she stood up, she noticed Kitahara Hakuma staring intently at her, and said somewhat shyly:

"Hug, the last class this morning was PE, I ran 200 meters, my toes are a little sore... ...They shouldn't smell, right?"

"Oh, it's nothing, it smells quite nice."

Kitahara Hakuba touched his nose, and seeing her face suddenly turn red, added,

I was referring to the smell of your antiperspirant spray.

"Ugh..." Nagase Tsukiyo shrugged. She was indeed a little scared before coming, so she sprayed some antiperspirant spray.

"What did you want to say to me?" Kitahara Hakuba poured her a cup of barley tea.

"Thank you."

As soon as Nagase Tsukiyo took the cup, she raised her beautiful neck, so white it made one want to bite it and suck the bright red blood flowing inside.

She gulped down most of it, and Kitahara Hakuba even suspected that she had only come in to drink water.

"call."

Nagase Tsukiyo finally let out a breath, her cherry-colored lips becoming moist.

"Don't worry, Kitahara-sensei, I will help you resolve this matter."

"You'll help me solve this?" Her question immediately confused Kitahara Hakuba.

This statement is very informative; it means she knows who reported her and has a way to get rid of that person.

"Ah."

Nagase Tsukiyo raised her hand to brush a strand of hair aside, then crossed her long, slender legs and spoke.