I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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“No need to flatter me,” Kitahara Hakuba said.

Nagase Tsukiyo smiled and said, "Kitahara-sensei, do you feel lonely living alone?"

“No, I quite like the feeling of taking care of my own life.” Kitahara Hakuba looked around.

His meticulously furnished residence made him feel comfortable when he came home from get off work.

"so.....

"

Nagase Tsukiyo took a small bite of white rice.

"I haven't seriously thought about living alone yet. The thought of living with Eri and Haru in the future... no, it's okay."

The atmosphere suddenly turned melancholic, and Kitahara Hakuba pondered for a moment before saying:

"Did Kanzaki-san play the oboe before?"

"Huili?"

Upon hearing this, Nagase Tsukiyo slowly raised her pretty face and said, as if sighing,

"No, she's different from me. I've been playing the trumpet since I was little, while Eri had never played any musical instrument before. We joined the brass band together in our first year of high school. Originally, she was going to join the trumpet section with me, but there were no oboes available at the time, so Eri went to learn one instead."

Kitahara Hakuba was somewhat surprised. He thought Kanzaki Eri had been practicing the oboe since she was a child, but he didn't expect that she only started in her first year of high school.

"And then two more people came the following year?"

"Yes, but technically it still can't compare to Hui Li, and that's how it's been going on."

A hint of deep thought appeared in Nagase Tsukiyo's eyes.

"I know Eri used to like the trumpet...:::"

"Does she like the trumpet, or does she like you playing the trumpet with her?"

Driven by curiosity, the question slipped out, and Kitahara Hakuba's question immediately startled Nagase Tsukiyo.

"I like to play the trumpet along...?"

Nagase Tsukiyo couldn't help but gasp. Kitahara Hakuba, who was usually gentle and polite, had a sharp glint in his eyes.

Every time she interacted with this boy, she would realize her own immaturity.

Kitahara Hakuba remembered that Nagasawa Miyabi and Goto Yu, who were in the club, decided to join because they heard Nagase Tsukiyo's trumpet.

Although the two of them ultimately did not get their wish, they were assigned to the clarinet section.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore, let's eat." Kitahara Hakuba smiled, "It's not good to keep you here for too long."

Nagase Tsukiyo sensed that although he was smiling, his tone was subtly barbed, lacking its usual gentleness.

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The next day, as soon as it was light, Kitahara Hakuba took the kitchen waste out the door.

I resumed my daily routine, boarded the tram, and got off at Goryokaku Park Station.

After walking for a while, they arrived at Shin-Asahi High School. Kitahara Hakuba first went to the music classroom on the first floor of the school building.

As a music teacher, he is responsible for the maintenance and upkeep of the teaching equipment.

Insert the key into the lock, take out a musical instrument box, open the silver clasp, and you'll see an oboe with a black body and silver-plated keys.

All the musical instruments in the school were purchased from Haruka Shinomiya's music store; they are Yamaha's entry-level YOB-241 models.

But even at over 300,000, it's still quite expensive.

Kitahara Hakuba pieced everything together and held it in his hand to get a feel for it.

He hadn't touched the oboe in a long time, but fortunately, the system's support made him fearless.

Kitahara Hakuba felt a little curious. What drives the human mind? Did Kanzaki Eri also need something to drive her? Or was it just a matter of arousing interest?

For example, a beautiful oboe performance that makes one tremble.

Regardless, Kitahara Hakuba is going to give it a try.

Chapter 84, Section 83: Does a taciturn girl dream of an oboe?

After passing through the elevated walkway, Kitahara Hakuba immediately spotted Kanzaki Eri standing in front of the flowerbed, except that she wasn't holding a watering can, but rather small scissors for trimming flowers and plants.

Kitahara Hakuba originally intended to brag about it outside, but after thinking about it carefully, he decided against it.

Because the oboe is a woodwind instrument, it is extremely sensitive to changes in temperature and humidity. The instability of the outdoor environment may cause uneven expansion of the tube, resulting in cracks.

In particular, the upper tube of the oboe, because it is in direct contact with the airflow, is the area where temperature changes are most drastic and which is most prone to cracking.

Since it wasn't his own oboe, he figured he should play it safely inside the building.

Just as Kitahara Hakuba was pondering where to play, two people suddenly walked in.

The sound of her long legs tapping on the floor, the short uniform skirt that slightly revealed her fair thighs, and her full figure that could be seen even through the clothes.

The view shifts online, showing Saito Harukori and Watanabe Hama standing at the door.

"Teacher Kitahara?" They all looked at Kitahara Hakuba, who was holding an oboe, with a sense of unease.

"Saito, Watanabe, good morning. Is your first class music?" Kitahara Hakuba asked curiously.

“No.” Saito Harutori’s gaze shifted from the instrument in his hands.

Watanabe Hama's bangs fell across her forehead, revealing a pair of cold, aloof eyes. Her cool appearance was completely at odds with Saito's "housewife vibe."

"This music classroom is cleaned by each class in turn. Today it's our class's turn, and Saito and I are on duty today."

“I see.” Kitahara Hakuba nodded.

Saito Haruka walked forward with her hands clasped behind her back, her familiar brown skirt fluttering in the air, the sunlight streaming in from the window illuminating her figure.

"Mr. Kitahara can also play the oboe?"

“Yes, I can play all kinds of instruments,” Kitahara Hakuba said.

Ah~~

Saito Harutori let out a soft groan. In the past, she would have pretended not to care, but now, she more or less believed that Kitahara Hakuba might actually know a little, but it was impossible for him to be as good as his trumpet and piano.

"Really? Kitahara-sensei can also play the oboe. How does it compare to Kanzaki-kun?"

"Hama, that's a really blunt question..." Saito Harutori said with a wry smile.

Watanabe Hama, on the other hand, wore an expression that said, "What's the problem?"

"I don't know, I might only know after playing it." Kitahara Hakuba sat in the chair, not playing, but simply pressing the keys lightly.

Pronounce the sound, tune it, confirm it, take a deep breath, then slowly exhale, relax your shoulders, and be aware of the weight of the instrument in your hand.

Kitahara Hakuba took a slight breath, pressed the key with his finger, and slowly sent his breath into the reed.

The oboe's clear tone vibrates through the air; its unique, delicate timbre penetrates the cold concrete walls, its lingering sound conveying a profound resonance. This gentle and soothing instrument showcases the performer's skill to the fullest.

Watanabe Hama and Saito Haruki listened intently as Kitahara Hakuba played the oboe, the tone of which was like a gentle night breeze on the grassland.

This is something that Eri Kanzaki could never play; the difference between the two is immense.

Many students had already arrived in the corridor upon hearing the sound. On this bright morning, the exquisite tone of the oboe flowed into their still-sleepy minds, adding a wonderful touch to their unchanging daily routine.

"Is that Kanzaki-senpai from the brass band?"

"It doesn't seem so... I just saw her cutting flowers in the flowerbed."

"It's Kitahara-sensei!"

"This is bad. He's so incredibly handsome. Is there anything he can't do?"

Before the performance was over, some students began to whisper and chat.

Saito Harutori's gaze fell on the students craning their necks at the door, and she noticed Kanzaki Eri staring expressionlessly at Kitahara Hakuba, her ten fingers twitching slightly as if she were playing a tune.

Only those two deep, ocean-like eyes seemed to flash with a glimmer of light.

Oh, I see...

Saito Haruka's gaze fell on Kitahara, and she could more or less guess what his purpose was.

She's just a teacher... Is it really necessary for her to do all this?

Kitahara Hakuba's complex fingering continued without pause, and the delicate yet gentle melody instantly overwhelmed the air in the building, drawing the attention of almost all the students.

It was a timbre that defied description, other than beauty; the music that lingered in my mind evoked the greatest pleasure in my heart.

As the oboe solo ended, applause and gasps of surprise suddenly erupted outside the music classroom.

Some members of the wind instrument section puffed out their chests and proudly told those around them, "This is our wind instrument section's advisor! He's amazing!"

"You're amazing, Kitahara-sensei."

Hama Watanabe clapped his hands, his face full of surprise, and said, "I never thought you could play the oboe to this extent, especially this piece. I've only tried it with the bassoon before, and it's extremely difficult."

“I haven’t played this in a long time either, I thought I’d be off-key.” Kitahara Hakuba chuckled.

This is the third movement of "Liz and the Blue Bird," titled "The Decision of Love." In recent years, no schools have played this piece at national competitions.

Firstly, there is a scarcity of oboists; many schools don't even have a single oboist.

Secondly, the performance itself is extremely difficult, with frequent staccato and vibrato requiring precise fingering and breath control.

"I've satisfied my craving. I'm sorry to have disturbed your cleaning." Kitahara Hakuba disassembled the oboe, wiped the body of the instrument, and put it back into the instrument case.

As soon as he stepped outside, he was greeted with a warm welcome by the school's female students, which almost made him unable to walk.

As a teacher, Kitahara Hakuba never hesitates to use his charm, because it helps him better control the emotions of his club members, which is beneficial in every way.

When he looked around, he found that Kanzaki Eri, who had been drawn there, had disappeared.

After school in the afternoon, in the first music classroom.

Normally only tables are moved out, but now even chairs have been moved to the outside corridor.

There were more than eighty people, most of whom were young, beautiful, and vibrant girls.

White ankle socks, over-the-knee socks, black ankle socks, over-the-knee socks, black pantyhose, both sheer and opaque, are all gathered here, creating a veritable grand appreciation of beautiful legs in stockings.

The scene was so captivating that it even gave Kitahara Hakuba the feeling that he would be willing to pay for her lessons as long as she could see her legs.

No, we need to get down to business.