I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"Why does this selfish young lady have to say such things? What a terrible experience."

"Mmm"

Nagase Tsukiyo frowned, staring at the five-pointed star pendant hanging around her neck. From the girl's long, brown hair, the outline of her hidden ear could be vaguely seen.

"Sunny Bird, do you know how difficult it is for us to live alone before we're even adults?

"I know, I know better than you do."

A faint smile appeared on Saito Haruka's face, her slightly downturned eyes making her exceptionally charming.

"My life is now in the hands of another right person."

The combination of "life" and "dealing with" sent a chill down Nagase Tsukiyo's spine.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand a word you're saying!"

As if to bolster his courage, Nagase Tsukiyo's voice grew even deeper.

"What do you mean by handing your life over to another person? Do you even know what you're saying?"

"Of course I know."

Saito Haruka's gaze suddenly turned to a certain place, where a person had taken off his black tuxedo and placed it on his arm, revealing a white undershirt.

His features were so beautiful that any girl passing by would blush as if she were in a sauna after just a short while.

Nagase Tsukiyo didn't know who she was looking at, because the square was crowded and chaotic.

But soon, her gaze also fell upon Kitahara Hakuma, whose tall and handsome appearance made her thoughts slow down.

Looking again at Saito Haruka, deep within her amber eyes, which held a hint of a smile, shimmered the purest love of a young girl.

Nagase Tsukiyo's heart skipped a beat:

"You went to Kitahara-sensei for help?"

Unexpectedly, Saito Harutori didn't seem to want to hide it from Tsukiyo, raising her hand to cover her ample breasts and saying:

"Teacher Kitahara and I are already bound by fate. Even if you have nothing to do with him in the future, I can still be with him."

An inexplicable feeling of irritation suddenly welled up from the bottom of her heart, and Nagase Tsukiyo involuntarily frowned:

How could you do this without permission!

Why can't I do this?

Saito Harutori looked at her dismissively and said expressionlessly, "You're allowed to have a relationship with Kitahara-sensei, but I'm not allowed to have a relationship with him?"

"I...I..."

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Her words left Nagase Tsukiyo somewhat bewildered, her small hands clenched tightly in front of her chest.

In order to rebel against her family, she made a deal with Kitahara Shiromoto. At that time, she was unwilling to think too much about it and only thought that the two of them had a secret loan relationship.

But for Saito Harutori, it unexpectedly became a "community of shared destiny"...

What should I do...? I want to leave... I want to leave this place...

Saito Haruka flicked her bangs with her long, slender fingers, a sly smile playing on her lips.

"Stop like that, Moonlit Night, you're actually just jealous of me, aren't you?"

The words sounded familiar, causing Nagase Tsukiyo's pupils to contract sharply and her breath to stop abruptly. The sunlight reflecting off her loafers was dazzling.

No, she definitely doesn't have those kinds of feelings for Kitahara Hakuba.

I just feel comfortable when I'm with him, and I can learn a lot from our conversations.

This is definitely different from Saito and the others.

Nagase Tsukiyo's exposed throat, visible outside her uniform, was undulating, and her breath was gradually becoming scalding hot.

Saito Haruka suddenly closed the distance between them, and the girl's beautiful features were suddenly right in front of him, causing Nagase Tsukiyo to shrink her shoulders in fear and subconsciously close her eyes.

“We’re pretty much the same, except you’re more adept at hiding your selfishness.”

Nagase Tsukiyo took a step back, gritted her teeth, and said:

"You're crazy...."

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"I'm not crazy, I'm just grasping at the right straw in my life."

Saito Harutori raised her hand and gently stroked her long black hair, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"You'll never understand how I feel under the moonlight."

Nagase Tsukiyo was completely frozen in place, suppressed by her. This suggests that she was not good at dealing with assertive girls.

"Moonlit night! Moonlit night!"

Just then, Kawa Sakura's shouts came from above, and she came running over while calling out.

"Are you... already leaving?"

For some reason, she felt an awkward atmosphere here.

"Ah."

Nagase Tsukiyo, her face tense, walked towards the bus without saying a word.

“Haruka, there are still empty seats on the bus for Editor B. Why don’t we go back together?” Yukawa Sakurako said with a smile.

Saito Harutori forced a warm smile and said:

"No need, I'm not a member of the wind band yet, it's better to take the high-speed train back."

Sakurako Yukawa didn't think it was a big deal, especially since taking the bullet train was expensive.

"I think everyone will not mind; in fact, they will be very happy."

Saito Haruka shook her head again.

If she were riding in the car of Editor A, it would be fine, because Kitahara Hakuba would be on her choice. But if it were Editor B, Shinomiya Haruka would be there, and she definitely wouldn't want to ride in it.

"Hmm... Okay then, be careful on the road." Yukawa Sakurako waved to her.

Back on the bus, it was still incredibly noisy.

"I feel like I didn't take enough pictures! I should have taken more! I don't know if I'll be able to come again next time!"

"We can't say something so weak! We should say we'll be even stronger next year! That's the right way to think!"

"Ah... I'm so hungry. Shall we go back and have some barbecue to celebrate?"

"As expected of you!"

Sakurako Yukawa stood in the aisle and shouted to the noisy club members:

"Everyone, please be quiet! Mr. Kitahara will now tell you about the future arrangements for the brass band, as well as the judges' scores for this competition!"

Kitahara Hakuba stood up. The bus was slowly moving down the street. Just in case, he held onto the seats on either side of him with both hands and said with a smile:

"To be frank, the scores for this plenary session are five A's and two B's. What do you all think of these scores?"

Regarding this evaluation, the members of Group A showed polarization as they progressed through their grades.

The first-year students felt the scores were too low; they believed at least seven A's were needed, and the judges who gave B's were idiots who didn't understand wind instruments.

The third-year students all looked delighted, because in the previous two years, they hadn't even seen an A in two years, let alone five A's in one competition.

The reactions varied, with some criticizing the judges for their poor musical literacy while others praised them for their discerning taste.

Kitahara Hakuba raised a hand to signal for silence, deciding that it was best to be serious here:

"Five A's are not enough. Out of nearly two thousand schools nationwide, only thirty can make it to the national competition stage, and the Shenxu Wind Ensemble is already one of them. If we go to the national competition with this kind of result, I can say with certainty that this year's result will only be a bronze award."

"That's great. I heard that Kitauji, a strong school in Kansai, won a bronze medal after returning to the national competition after more than ten years." One girl said jokingly.

Kitahara Hakuba cast a sharp glance, which immediately frightened the girl so much that she lowered her head and dared not speak.

"Let me be clear: getting two Bs means you didn't exaggerate enough. The judges were very fair. If you think you've done enough, you'll definitely regret it."

Kitahara Hakuba's words echoed in the carriage, and every member listened attentively in silence.

"It feels like winning an award, but then getting a thorough dressing-down from Kitahara-sensei," Nagasawa Miya said, hiding behind the chair in front of her.

Goto Yuya also hid, and whispered:

"Maybe they don't want everyone to relax too much."

"Well."

A faint smile appeared on Nagasawa Miyabi's face as she took Yu's hand and said, "Yu, let's go on a trip across the country together."

"Yeah, together."

“神旭......Fight—”

For some reason, Sakurako Yukawa started shouting again, and the two people hiding behind the chair quickly raised their hands.

"Woo woo woo!"

Chapter 172, Section 171: Arrangements for the Cultural Festival by the Brass Band

The second day of the plenary conference.

The members of Squad B, under the leadership of Haruka Shinomiya, went to Sapporo again, while the other members did not take a break and continued to practice.

After practice, the club members gathered together in the first music classroom.

"What kind of activities should our brass band do for this cultural festival?" Sakurako Yukawa asked from the podium.

"How about we take some sexy photos of Kitahara-sensei? We can sell each photo for 200 copies, and the whole set for 3,000 copies. We'll split the profits 40/60 with Kitahara-sensei, with him getting 60% and us getting 40%. What do you think?"

Where can you film something like that?

"I think if we all act cute together, Kitahara-sensei definitely won't be able to resist."

"What a pipe dream! How could we let Kitahara-sensei do something like that! What will the other clubs think of our brass band!"

Instead of using your instrument properly, you're thinking of letting the teacher use your looks?

"Yes, and besides, this cultural festival should be entirely handled by the members of Section B. Professor Kitahara doesn't have the time."