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She didn't know what the future held with Kitahara Hakuba, but as long as he was there, even if she boarded a train heading to hell, she would jump on it without hesitation.
The key is that there's nothing left to strive for, so all that's left is to move forward boldly, because there's no turning back.
The daytime hustle and bustle of the school has long been drained away, leaving only an extremely vast, cold, and silent atmosphere. The air is like a piercing medium; every breath feels like swallowing tiny ice shards that cut through your nasal cavity and deep into your lungs.
Saito Harutori looked around. Several lights were still on in the school building. The cold white streetlights stood on both sides of the pebble path in the courtyard, their glow blurred and weak in the heavy cold air.
She suddenly didn't know what to do.
Chapter 410, Section 409: A Girl's Daily Life on the City Electricity System (4)
"Shinomiya-sensei, is this really okay?"
Sitting in the passenger seat was Yuka Isomoto, the seatbelt diagonally across her chest, leaving a slight crease in her brown uniform jacket.
"What do you mean?" Shinomiya Haruka asked with a smile.
Hiroka Isomoto said awkwardly, "I'm sitting in the passenger seat? Shouldn't it be Kitahara-sensei here?"
“I don’t have the habit of insisting on someone sitting in the passenger seat, and besides, I don’t think your Kitahara-sensei would mind,” Shinomiya Haruka said with a smile.
The neon signs of the shops along the street cast iridescent shadows on the car.
Kitahara Hakuba, sitting in the back, said:
"It's okay, we don't care about such things."
"Oh oh oh—"
Yuka Isomoto's knees were together. There was a faint scent of shampoo in the car, a mixture of lime and mint.
The fresh and clean look didn't seem like a choice that Ms. Shinomiya should have at her age, but she quickly realized that the two were only six years apart, which seemed quite normal.
She looked out the window, but then seemed so nervous that she didn't look at anything. The lamplight cast a pale gold hue in the girl's eyes.
"What does Yuuka think of the song selection?" Shinomiya Haruka suddenly asked.
"Ah, yes, very good." Yuka Isomoto nodded quickly.
"That's true. As long as it's chosen by your teacher Kitahara, no matter how bad it is, he'll probably say it's very good, right?"
Kitahara Hakuba said dejectedly:
"They all have their own thinking abilities, and besides, I would never choose a bad song."
Yuka Isomoto wore a thoughtful expression, her fingers twirling around the ends of her hair as she spoke.
"In my mind, Mr. Kitahara's choice of music is definitely not a problem. If we think the music is bad on the first day, it means that we have not yet discovered the elegance of the music. On the second and third days, as we practice more, we will understand the mystery."
Shinomiya Haruka suddenly burst out laughing:
"See? I knew you had a high reputation among them. Even if you did something wrong, it would be considered reasonable."
Kitahara Hakuba said dismissively:
"But all of this is based on the premise that I cannot choose bad songs, and Iso Gen's idea is not unreasonable."
"Alright, alright, so you say that..."
Shinomiya Haruka's gaze remained fixed straight ahead, and the timing of her speech was so natural that Kitahara Hakuba sensed it was pre-planned.
"I heard from the younger girls around me that Kitahara-sensei is very popular in the brass band, and many girls like him, especially Iso-gen-chan."
is this real? "
Yuka Isomoto's eyes widened slightly, her hand, which had been playing with the ends of her hair, froze in tension, and she forced a dry laugh:
"Is there a little bit?"
She felt that saying, "Absolutely not! Everyone's joking!" would be too illogical.
Men like Mr. Kitahara are all too easy to become objects of admiration and deep longing at night among this group of vibrant young girls. "Oh?"
Shinomiya Haruka tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, a smug smile playing on her lips as she spoke.
"What does Isomoto-chan think of Kitahara-sensei? Do you like him?"
“Yo.” Kitahara Hakuba frowned.
"Huh? Me?"
Yuka Isomoto's face flushed instantly. The car's heater made her cheeks hot, and her hands, which were covering her thighs with her pleated skirt, betrayed her completely with just a small movement. There was no need for further speculation.
"No, no, no, how could that be? Kitahara-sensei is a teacher, you know! I'm just a student! How could I possibly like him? That won't do!"
Yuka Isomoto's movements suddenly became very exaggerated, shaking her head and waving her hands, and raising her voice.
Kitahara Hakuba raised his hand and rubbed his temples. A naive Aomori girl like Yuka would only be devoured by Shinomiya Haruka.
Just as Shinomiya Haruka was about to speak, he interrupted her, saying in a slightly melancholy tone:
"Really? I thought you already liked me. It seems I haven't been doing enough."
"ne3"
A hoarse sound, like wind rustling through withered trees, escaped Isomoto Yuka's throat; she hadn't yet grasped Kitahara Hakuba's meaning.
Kitahara Hakuba interlaced his fingers and said in a relaxed tone:
"After all, as a teacher, if you can't be liked by your students, then respect, trust, and admiration cannot be built on a solid foundation. They are an effective lubricant and catalyst. Jiyuan, do you really not like me?"
He's defined "like" in this way several times already. [Hong-Te Novel Network ~Updated/Most Complete*]
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Yuka Isomoto's little brain finally caught on, and she quickly said,
"Yes, yes, yes, I like it. I've liked it ever since Kitahara-sensei first started teaching me. Yes, I like it a lot, and everyone likes it."
"There's no need to repeat myself so many times," Kitahara Hakuba thought to himself, "and why is my voice getting weaker the more I say it?"
If it were any other girl, such as Saito Haruka or Kuno Tachibana, they probably wouldn't have ended up like this.
Shinomiya Haruka smiled and said:
"That's good. It's good that Kitahara-sensei is liked by so many girls. It seems that the girl named Kanzaki Eri also likes him very much."
"Ms. Shinomiya, she really didn't mean that today."
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Yuka Isomoto offered an explanation,
"Huili speaks very strangely; what she says is often different from what she thinks. Please don't mind her."
"Oh dear, do you really think I'll keep it to myself forever?"
Shinomiya Haruka's arm was stretched out straight, and the wrinkles on her elbows were visible.
"I'm not stupid enough to argue with a minor, but as a woman, I just feel that her affection seems a bit too much."
"W-Will it?" Yuka Isomoto nervously scratched the soles of her feet. "No way?" Haruka Shinomiya said with a smile, "If I were a student, I probably would have done the same thing as her."
Yuka Isomoto was stunned with her innocent expression, gazing at her alluring profile and saying:
"Really?"
However, Shinomiya Haruka didn't even look at her, but just smiled and said:
"It's true, but I'm not a student."
Kitahara Hakuba placed his hand on the passenger seat's headrest, leaning forward to whisper his voice between them:
"Just turn right at the next T-junction, and you'll see a small apartment."
“Okay,” said Shinomiya Haruka.
As the car slowly came to a stop, Yuka Isomoto's eyelashes fluttered upwards. She opened the door and got out of the car, the cold air outside making her shiver.
"Thank you, Shinomiya-sensei, and Kitahara-sensei," she said, bowing.
"Alright, let's not stand there anymore, let's go back too," said Shinomiya Haruka.
"it is good."
The vehicle was activated again, and it drove away with the person she loved.
Yuka Isomoto stood there, raised her hands to cover her mouth and let out a long breath. She didn't know where this complicated relationship would lead, or even how to fight for it.
Moreover, she felt that she had already been warned by Shinomiya-sensei.
Thinking of this, Yuka Isomoto felt a little resentful of Eri Kanzaki's words today, but only for a moment.
In some ways, is it because Kanzaki Eri likes her more that she dares to say that?
"Teacher Kitahara"
Yuka Isomoto tilted her head back, her seventeen-year-old jawline taut, her gaze unfocused and upward.
Winter nights are like a vacuum-sealed glass tube, as if all sounds have been sucked away, leaving only a huge, buzzing silence deep in the eardrums.
At that moment, a faint, cold, damp sensation kissed her cheek.
It wasn't a single point, but rather many invisible micro-points, carrying an almost perceptible weight, that adhered to her skin.
When her eyes got stained with Yuka Isomoto's eyelashes, she raised her hand and rubbed them.
"It's snowing?"
Under the cover of darkness, the color of snow could not be seen, but something pure white and icy appeared vividly in her mind.
"It's snowing! It's snowing!"
An indescribable excitement welled up inside her. Yuka Isomoto didn't know why she was so excited about the snow, after all, there would be many more snowy days in Hokkaido in the future.
Wow! It's really snowing!
I don't know what the first snow represents, but I feel incredibly excited whenever I experience something for the first time.
The previous worries were dampened by this year's first snow. Yuka Isomoto happily took out her phone to photograph the falling snow, but the pictures weren't clear enough, so she had to turn on the flash. *3~8 Read.book.net · ¨Free!^Read¨
In the footage, the fluttering first snow resembles summer, with countless mosquitoes and flies swarming in the night sky, hardly a sight to behold.
"Mom! It snowed in Hakodate today! It should snow in Aomori soon too! Look at this in my hand! It's not big, but it's very small!"