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"Hmm?" Kuno Tachibana's lips curled into a faint smile, and he said with a meaningful expression, "Why would Miya apologize?"
"Don't talk like that."
Miyako Nagasawa glanced at her companions on the left. They noticed that the two hadn't followed, but they didn't come over either.
"I was really angry at the time and didn't think much."
Kuno Tachibana said with a smile:
"Just don't hit me. Don't let my appearance fool you, I'm still very afraid of getting into conflicts with people because I can't beat anyone."
The pedestrian walkway on the bridge has a row of rectangular streetlights that emit warm-colored light.
"Then why do you always have such a smug expression?" Nagasawa Mia teased, "like a teddy bear."
"I think I'm much better looking than a Teddy dog."
Kuno Tachibana lifted his foot, the heel lightly tapping the ground.
Miya Nagasawa raised her hands to hug her arms, clenching her fists so tightly that the flesh of her arms bulged inwards. She stammered, "..."
"Li Hua, although the confession was fake, do you really like Kitahara-sensei? Of course, this is just my guess, you don't have to take it to heart."
Kuno Tachibana turned his head to look at her, rarely seeing such a tense expression on Miya's face.
The night breeze lifted the girl's hair and stirred the shimmering light on the water's surface, causing the entire river to gently fall silent.
"I love it, I love it so much," Kuno Tachibana said.
"Ne-yi-yi"
Miyako Nagasawa blushed; she rarely saw such a girlish, lovestruck expression on Tatsuka Kuno's face.
“But I’m too young,” Kuno Tachibana exclaimed. “If I were like the upperclassmen, I might have a chance.”
"You mean Saito-senpai and the others?"
"Hmm." A faint smile appeared on Kuno Tachibana's lips. "Although I don't particularly like them, I'm still quite envious of them in this respect."
Miya Nagasawa turned around, and to dispel the heat in her palms, she gripped the cool railing with both hands and hurriedly leaned forward, saying:
"Do you really believe what Senior Takahashi said is true? Is there some unspeakable secret between Professor Kitahara and them?"
Kuno Tachibana clenched her fists, gently biting her lower lip, as if unwilling to admit defeat or looking down on him. She whispered:
"So what if they come from a wealthy family? So what if they have a great figure? So what if they are innocent and cute? They're all just a bunch of mistresses entertaining themselves."
The girl's words were sharp and biting, leaving Nagase Miya unsure how to respond, as she could sense the intense jealousy in them.
"Let's go back." Kuno Tachibana took out his phone, took a picture on the bridge, and said, "The scenery is quite nice, let's take a picture."
Chapter 374, Section 373: The True Face of Teacher Kitahara (4) >>
Kitahara Hakuba lay in bed looking at his phone, video chatting with his family.
He didn't tell his family about his near-drowning, nor did he inform the ferry manager. It's unclear whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.
However, Kitahara Hakuba's intention was not to worry his family, so he simply kept quiet.
"The three students you brought over came today and cooked a lot of rice." Kitahara's mother sat on the sofa, and the screen showed a typical chin shot, making her face appear unusually large.
“I didn’t want them to go, but I’m not here either,” Kitahara Hakuba said.
"That's fine, but that guy surnamed Saito is really good at his job. He started tinkering with this and that as soon as he arrived."
"Yeah
According to Kitahara Hakuba's information, Saito Harutori was also a poor child who had to do a lot of housework. His luck changed after meeting the Nagase family.
"She's really great. She speaks so sweetly, is so cute, and has such a big butt. I wonder which boy will end up with her."
Where are Haruka and the others?
Let's worry about the cute little sister instead.
"Haruka is doing her homework upstairs, and Ai has gone out to play."
"Haruka is such a good girl. Why is Ai always playing outside all day? What time is it?" Kitahara Hakuba glanced at the time; it was already past eleven o'clock at night.
"She said she had to finish her craft project and was still at a friend's house."
Just then, Kitahara Haruka's voice was heard:
She rushed into the frame, and Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but smile, saying:
"She is indeed very smart. She ranked first in the joint entrance exam in the Hakodate area. I'm not sure about Hokkaido, but she should be among the top students there as well."
Wow, that's amazing.
While peeling a banana, Kitahara Haruka said, "She's so pretty, and her long hair is so beautiful, so fine. I asked her how to take care of her hair, and she said she didn't know, that it must have grown naturally."
And he doesn't even know how to do makeup, which is a bit ridiculous.
“She really doesn’t like wearing makeup.” Kitahara Hakuba said, then added, “Everyone in the brass band knows that.”
"Naturally beautiful?"
"should be."
"Of those three, that girl named Kanzaki is really... I don't even know what to say about her."
Upon hearing his mother mention Kanzaki Eri, Kitahara Hakuba unconsciously sat up straight, swaying back and forth as he said:
"What's up with her?"
Kitahara's mother sighed deeply and said:
"That girl doesn't seem to have any redeeming qualities other than being cute. She just sits there after greeting everyone as soon as she walks in, doing nothing and not chatting with Ai or Haruka. She's like she's dead. When you ask her what she wants, she just shakes her head and doesn't say anything, but she just stares at you. It's really unsettling."
Kitahara Hakuba grinned, already able to picture Kanzaki Eri looking like a scarecrow in his mind.
“That’s true, she’s not very good at talking to people, but she’s a good girl,” Kitahara Hakuba defended her.
"She won't get that thing, you know, that popular thing lately."
“Depression,” Kitahara Haruka reminded her mother.
"Yes, depression. Many people in Tokyo have died from this disease. Even Ai Iijima thought she committed suicide because of it."
Kitahara's mother said with a worried look,
"Bai Ma, you should keep a close eye on girls like this at school. Students these days are too easily discouraged; they feel hopeless about life over the smallest things."
"Hahaha, too easy to die, Mom, what are you saying!" Kitahara Haruka laughed so hard she almost spat out the banana in her mouth.
Kitahara Hakuba could only smile in agreement, but he suddenly wondered if they would have suicidal thoughts if he were separated from them.
He dared not overestimate himself, but he would never underestimate himself either.
Kitahara's mother kept rambling on the other end of the phone screen, praising Saito's skills and saying that although his voice was strange, it was very pleasant to listen to. She received the most positive comments.
"I really like her middle-part hairstyle."
"What do you think, Haruka?" Kitahara Hakuba suddenly asked.
Kitahara's mother smiled and said, "Yao? That's great, I like it very much. I like it as long as you have a girlfriend."
"What do you mean by 'liking someone just because they have a girlfriend'?"
Kitahara Hakuba was amused.
“I’m not kidding. If your son wants, he can have a different girlfriend every day.”
To put it bluntly, if we disregard moral principles, he could have as many affairs as he wanted after leaving his job; the only thing that could stop him was his physical abilities.
Kitahara Haruka's face almost filled the entire screen:
Kitahara's mother asked bluntly, "You've been dating for so long, why aren't you pregnant yet? You're almost twenty-four, hurry up and get pregnant."
Kitahara Hakuba raised an eyebrow. He couldn't very well say that he had always worn it before and only recently stopped wearing it, could he?
"I tried my best, I tried my best, but I'm out of luck. The hotel is cutting off power."
"Why should I turn off my phone if the hotel is cutting off my power?"
hang up.
Yuichi Kurosaki is out on his night patrol and won't come back unless absolutely necessary; the recliner below is his home.
Kitahara Hakuba casually browsed some social media sites, and the ensemble practice for tonight had already appeared on local social media in Kagoshima.
"The 9A brass band is on vacation in Kagoshima this year!"
"My friend's hotel, where the Shin-hsu Brass Band is staying."
"Teacher Kitahara looks so young! I've only ever seen him on TV before, but I'm finally seeing him in person!"
"We made it to the very end! Mr. Kitahara even offered to take a photo with us!"
Videos and various pictures are everywhere, and the comments below them are mostly "envious".
"I don't think I've heard this piece before?"
"I heard it's an original composition by Kitahara-sensei, and it hasn't been registered yet."
"As expected of the Shin-hsu Wind Ensemble, their music is truly beautiful."
To Kitahara Hakuba's surprise, quite a few people became fans of certain club members.
On one floor, a fight broke out over the relative strength of two instruments, the trumpet and the oboe, with some even hurling harsh insults.
"Online comments, huh?" Kitahara Hakuba turned off his phone screen and prepared to go to sleep; he had to get up early to work tomorrow.
Turn off the lights and go to sleep.
The Japanese-style sliding door had a small gap left specifically for Kurosaki Yuichi, in case he couldn't get in if something happened and woke him up.
Kitahara Hakuba fell asleep quickly tonight without experiencing any insomnia.
In his dream, he became a "mouse," a cunning and treacherous mouse, hugging and nibbling at a piece of cheese.
One piece of cheese wasn't enough, so he had another, and he was so happy that he was laughing with delight.
The filthy rat's hand poked into the holes of the cheese. It seemed that the heat made the cheese a little sticky, and when you put it in your mouth, it was all sweet.
Until, she heard the cheese in her arms let out a painful and subtle groan.
Kitahara Hakuba opened his eyes somewhat groggily, a sweet and cloying scent lingering around his nose, and a hot, throbbing sensation coming from inside the bedding.