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Every now and then, students would raise their hands to greet Kitahara Hakuba, and whenever this happened, he could only respond with a smile.

He's so handsome

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"Yeah, handsome, and has a great presence."

Feeling the growing envy from his classmates, Yu Shou, dressed in sportswear, couldn't stop his eyebrows from twitching.

"Quiet down, everyone! Anyone who talks loudly again will have to go up on stage and sing the school song!" Physical education teacher Kurosaki Yuichi shouted.

The stadium fell silent for a moment, because no one wanted to go on stage to sing, except for the choir.

At this moment, Principal Mediterranean walked onto the stage, and Yuichi Kurosaki clapped vigorously. Soon, deafening applause rang out in the gymnasium.

"Dear teachers and students, good afternoon! Today we are about to celebrate the 36th Shenxu Sports Festival. Under the clear sky, in the autumn of Wulingguo, colorful flags are fluttering in the wind."

Principal Mediterranean said a lot, and as a teacher, Kitahara Hakuba could not sit down like a student. He could only stand aside and listen to him finish speaking, and he could not show any impatience on his face.

A faint girl's voice reached his ears. Kitahara Hakuba looked down and saw that it was Kuno Tachibana, who was sitting on the ground.

Behind her was Kirishima Mai, both of them in the same knee-hugging position, looking up at him from below.

Kitahara Hakuba wanted to nod, but he put a finger to his lips to signal her to be quiet. This little gesture was immediately noticed by a bunch of girls who were ogling him, which stirred up a wave of girlish infatuation and drowned out the long and tedious speech on stage.

Kitahara Hakuma's dashing conducting posture on the stage, and the way he's touching his lips with his finger now, are undoubtedly a killer move for girls at this age when they're experiencing the first stirrings of love.

Some of the students who were closer to him wished that the principal on the stage would keep talking so that they could repeatedly admire Mr. Kitahara's handsome appearance.

Kitahara Hakuba realized something was wrong and quickly raised his hand, signaling them to be quiet.

As a result, his action was seen as a greeting by some overly sensitive girls, and it instantly turned into a fan meeting.

Despite his gentle demeanor towards students, he was completely overwhelmed by a large group of teenage girls. Their feminine scent, like a tidal wave, could drown him out and make his bones feel soft and weak.

In the end, it was Kurosaki Yuichi, with his bare arms, who glared angrily and immediately shut down the excited girls.

The girls complained that Mr. Kurosaki was clueless about romance, while the girls in the brass band criticized the girls as being vulgar and common.

After a long wait, the principal's speech finally came to an end.

"Next up is the school song chorus, everyone please stand up."

Due to space limitations in the gymnasium, the wind instrument section cannot perform in A format, and space also needs to be made for the choir.

Therefore, Sakurako Kawakita and Sayaka Akamatsu decided that Section A would not perform, and only members of Section B would be allowed to play.

However, the conductor remained the orchestra's principal, Amamori, who, as always, followed Kitahara Hakuba's habits.

No need for a baton.

When the two club members went on stage, Yushou, who was in charge of the wind instruments, and Hayashiro Hiroto, who was in charge of the chorus, glared at each other fiercely because of an old grudge against a man.

When the school song was played, the interweaving of instruments sounded rather rigid to Kitahara Hakuba, but the school song was meant to be simple.

"Beautiful Wulingguo"

The sports festival truly begins after the school song is sung.

Chapter 258, Section 257: The first gold medal (5K) in the brass band's athletics category.

After the school song ended in the gymnasium, the sports festival of Shin-Asahi High School officially began.

On the grassy soccer field, cheerleaders in light blue uniforms were ready. Their skirts were so short that even the slightest breeze would reveal the fabric underneath.

As expected of Hakodate's strongest cheerleading team, even their safety shorts are all required to be black.

Kitahara Hakuba sat under the sunshade of the "Health Department" and admired the sights. Although their legs were not as big as those of the brass band girls, when they were together, they could achieve an effect greater than that of the brass band girls.

After all, the girls in the brass band wouldn't line up to show him their bare legs.

The girls' legs were straight and strong, with smooth muscle lines, and their slender waists swayed flexibly to the rhythm of the music. Every inch of their skin spoke of the rhythm and passion of youth.

Several girls with exceptional skills were lifted up by their teammates and performed high leg raises, showcasing their extraordinary flexibility.

"Awesome!" Kitahara Hakuba exclaimed inwardly.

There was a plastic bag on her lap, filled with snacks.

Sakurako Yukawa sat upright beside her, but her face looked quite embarrassed.

She wasn't the only one who thought this way; even Yuka Isomoto, a girl from Aomori, felt embarrassed about it.

Wearing such a short skirt in front of hundreds or thousands of people, and raising her leg high, completely exposing her safety shorts:

The boys around me cheered especially loudly, with some even shouting "One more!"

Those who know it's a performance at the sports festival might think they've stumbled into some kind of erotic club.

That night, Yuka Isomoto was already very shy about letting him see under her skirt alone at Hakuba Kitahara's house.

I simply can't imagine what it would be like if she were the one performing on the lawn:

“Teacher Kitahara is really engrossed in watching it,” Akamatsu Sayaka suddenly said.

When Kawai Sakura and the others turned their gazes toward them, they discovered that Kitahara-sensei, who was sitting under the sunshade, was staring intently at the cheerleading girls on the lawn.

At that moment, another girl in sportswear behind her suddenly spoke up:

"I'm not really obsessed. Unlike those boys, I think it's better to be like Kitahara-sensei, to appreciate it with an attitude of appreciation, instead of thinking about all sorts of nonsense in my head."

Turning around, I saw Rain Guardian. She was wearing sportswear today, and like her single ponytail, she looked very energetic. Yukawa Sakurako smiled and nodded, silently approving.

"Yu Shou, the glory of the class's 50-meter race is in your hands. I will cheer you on."

"Yes, I'll try my best."

Because the first event after the cheerleading performance was the 50-meter dash, she went to the field to prepare after she finished speaking.

"I really envy Yushou-kun. She's so tall, has long legs, and runs so fast." Yukawa Sakurako sighed enviously.

Every year at the sports festival, she feels sad about her lack of athletic ability, as she can't sign up for any events, and she doesn't even have the confidence to participate in fun sports.

"Are you only envious of Amemori? Yuka, you should also be envious of her; her lung capacity is simply outrageous," Akamatsu Sayaka reminded her.

Yuka Isomoto smiled tactfully and said, "No, I'm pretty ordinary."

"Five thousand five thousand is considered average?" Sakurako Yukawa raised her hands in surrender. "Fine, I'll just be envious too."

A short while later, the cheerleading performance ended.

"Hello everyone! We are the Shin-Asahi High School cheerleading team! We will be performing at Sapporo Dome in October! We hope you can come and support us!"

A team leader, holding a colorful ball and beaming with confidence, looked around at his companions and said...

"Let's shout out our slogan together!"

"United as one! Go! Go! Go!"

Watching them chant their slogans, Nagasawa Miya couldn't help but remark, "Looks like our brass band's slogans aren't so bad after all. ?三·8,墈¨书¨旺+ ^蕞·薪.cockroach_结*哽~鑫!哙~"

"Actually, I don't really understand why slogans are made so fancy. Keeping them simple is fine," Kuno Tachibana said while eating an orange.

For most students, the sports festival is essentially a large-scale outdoor food event. The school did not object to this behavior, but it explicitly prohibited eating sunflower seeds.

As if confirming something, Goto Yu, who was sitting obediently to the side, clenched her small fist and spoke softly.

Kuno Tachibana divided the oranges into four portions and gave them almost equally to Nagasawa, Goto, and Kirishima Mai.

Kirishima Mai took the orange slices; there weren't enough for four people, so she downed them in one gulp.

It was so sour that her usually pretty face unconsciously wrinkled slightly.

"Ugh! So sour!" Nagasawa Miya couldn't stand it; the orange juice that splattered in her mouth was so sour that she wanted to spit it out.

Kuno Tachibana smiled and said, "No need for thanks, just repay with love."

"Look at my expression, do you want to thank me?"

"How stingy, Mia! Saying thank you won't cost you a piece of flesh."

"Next time I'll give you some lemons from Kumamoto."

"Don't eat it, it's very sour," Goto Yu warned.

"Oh? I have no idea what sour feels like," Kuno Tachibana said.

"Anyway, it's really strong." Nagasawa Miyabi's face showed a mischievous expression. "Someone like Mai, who loves bitter melon, should be able to get used to it too."

Kirishima Mai nodded, not denying it; she also liked the bittersweet aftertaste and the sweet and sour flavor.

Sunlight filled the sky, and golden rays pierced through the clouds, bathing Shenxu in a warm glow.

On one side of the track, a large, movable electronic screen displays information about the events and athletes.

Kitahara Hakuba sat leisurely under the sunshade; only the sports committee members and teachers had such privileges, while the other students were in the sun.

However, it's already autumn, so sunbathing is quite warm.

The three boys behind them gathered together, discussing the cheerleading squad from earlier. Some even took photos with their phones, zooming in on specific parts of the cheerleaders.

Kitahara Hakuba took out his phone, feeling rather envious of the boys behind him. If he were a few years younger, he might have taken the picture, but he didn't have the courage now.

"Teacher Kitahara, I forgot to bring my AED. Could you please check here?" Teacher Higashiura, who was holding two sacred objects, said with his hands clasped together.

Kitahara Hakuba nodded: "It's alright."

At first, he thought he would be very busy, but in reality, each class would set up an emergency team, and every student would have basic first aid knowledge, so there would be very few opportunities for him to step in.

"One of the events at the Sports Festival is the 50-meter dash! For the first-year students, we invited Mr. Kurosaki to be a judge at this year's Sports Festival~"

"Hello, Mr. Kurosaki. Do you think this year's first-year students have a chance of winning first place in the whole school?"

"Fuwa Seiko? What an arrogant name. But I don't seem to have heard of this junior before?"

"Yes, she has been receiving training at other schools; our school's capabilities are not yet sufficient to cultivate her."

Some students couldn't help but chuckle under their breath. Kurosaki-sensei was being tactful; in reality, he simply lacked the ability to cultivate students like that. (First published by ￠兰~兰*文*学′)

"Minister, this is the 50-meter dash, while junior student Bu Po signed up for the 5-kilometer race."

"Then the athletes haven't been introduced yet?"

"This is how it looks right now: "

Discussions came over the loudspeaker, but reality gave them no time to hesitate; gunshots rang out.