I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"The art exam is quite early, and you also need to pass the academic exam."

"This is so difficult. By the way, is Sakura going to be a nurse?"

"A lovely angel in white?!"

"But I've heard that this job is very tiring! The working hours are long and irregular, the intensity is high, and the psychological pressure is great."

I didn't think that much about it; I just felt that being able to help everyone was a good thing.

"Sayaka is going to study fashion design?"

"Yes, I feel a sense of identity that I can never have before when I can make others wear the clothes I designed."

"Please become famous as soon as possible and change the uniforms of Shin-Asahi High School to all-Western style uniforms like those in Tokyo."

"Like Donghai Affiliated High School?"

"Wow! Speaking of this, I should have said back then, 'Getting a 9A gives you the power to be arrogant, you can all just be envious.'"

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"In short, we shouldn't speak on the basis of hurting others. We'll all be adults next year, so it's better to be more mature."

"The minister is indeed worthy of being a minister."

Suddenly, no one spoke in the room. Just when Nagase Tsukiyo thought she would soon be able to fall asleep, she vaguely heard Akamatsu Sayaka say, "Is Shinomiya-sensei sleeping with Kitahara-sensei tonight?"

In that instant, it felt as if an electric current surged through my heart, instantly dispelling my drowsiness, and a strange, indescribable emotion welled up deep within me.

"You're meddling too much," Suzuki Yoshie complained. Akamatsu Sayaka suddenly sat up straight and said happily, "I remember Kitahara-sensei's room is right above our heads, right?"

"Hmm—! Doesn't that mean...!"

"say what?"

"If Kitahara-sensei wants to do that, shouldn't he try to keep his voice down so we can't hear him?!"

Akamatsu Sayaka struck a pose like a lovesick girl, clasping her hands in front of her chest and exclaiming, "Wow! This feeling is so wonderful! Kitahara-sensei kept her voice down so we wouldn't hear!"

Sakura's ears turned red, and she covered the lower half of her face with the blanket, saying, "Don't keep thinking about these nonsense things, go to sleep!"

"Do you think I'd be surprised if I went to the door and eavesdropped right now?"

"Akamatsu-kun, I think you should go to sleep now," Amemori said, his breathing heavy.

Sayaka Akamatsu lay back down, clearly indicating that her claim of "eavesdropping" was just a joke.

"Well, this is really boring. I just wanted to chat with you guys a little longer."

“That doesn’t mean we have to talk about this,” said Sakurako Yukawa.

Nagase Tsukiyo took a deep breath, her eyelids floating like seeds, and she buried herself in the blankets, trying to fall asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, the snores of everyone echoed in the dormitory room, and even the noisiest Akamatsu Sayaka gradually fell asleep.

Nagase Tsukiyo opened her eyes again, regretting that she hadn't brought her own pillow from home, as she would always wake up naturally after sleeping for an hour or two.

"So annoying"

She grumbled under her breath, feeling a little bloating in her lower abdomen, and slowly climbed out of bed.

Who is special?

Suddenly a human voice came from inside, startling Nagase Tsukiyo so much that she froze.

Looking towards the source of the sound, one could see Sayaka Akamatsu moving her mouth, then turning over in a dream and pressing her thighs onto Sakurako Yukawa's legs.

It seems that what she was saying just now was just her sleep talking.

Nagase Tsukiyo breathed a sigh of relief; her biggest worry was that she would disturb other people's sleep.

etc.

The girl frowned and looked back, only to find that Saito Haruka, who had been sleeping next to Isomoto Yuka, was gone; all that could be seen were the creases in the bedding.

Where is she?

Nagase Tsukiyo cautiously stepped out of the dormitory before daring to check the time.

It's a little past midnight, and I've only slept for an hour.

She walked towards the restroom, expecting to run into Saito Haruka, and was still wondering what to say to her.

Even after the problem was solved, Saito Haruka was nowhere to be seen.

Although it was none of her business where Saito Harukori went so late at night, curiosity always drove Nagase Tsukiyo forward.

Want to continue practicing the euphonium?

Concert hall, not found.

Are you hungry?

I didn't find any self-heating restaurants.

Nagase Tsukiyo was puzzled as he couldn't find Saito Haruka anywhere he knew. As he walked upstairs, something suddenly occurred to him.

Sayaka Akamatsu's earlier words.

It can't be like that, right? She wouldn't be like that, Qingniao.

Nagase Tsukiyo's cherry-colored lips parted slightly as she looked up from the stairwell, her feet involuntarily moving toward Kitahara Hakuba's floor, trying her best not to make a sound.

As we approached the third floor, the corridor was completely dark, devoid of any light. The wooden hotel didn't even have a security camera in the corridor; it was pitch black.

Nagase Tsukiyo was a little scared. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she suddenly heard a girl's heavy groan.

She felt a wave of relief wash over her, a thin layer of sweat forming on her palms. Trembling with fear, she gripped the wall and peered down the corridor.

In the deep darkness, a girl in a nightgown lay sprawled on the floor, her shoulders trembling slightly, the nightgown rustling softly with her movements.

At that moment, Nagase Tsukiyo, who had a confused expression, heard something.

The girl was startled and immediately held her breath, averting her gaze. An indescribable fear and the gentle image she had cultivated over the years crumbled in that instant.

Nagase Tsukiyo's face flushed red. She was absolutely certain that the person sitting at the entrance of Kitahara Hakuba was Saito Harukori.

Nagase Tsukiyo dared not think too deeply about it. She had never seen such a sight before and was terrified, wanting to leave as soon as possible and keep it a secret in her heart.

But in her panic and in the darkness of night, she lost her footing on the next step and fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

Nagase Tsukiyo's hand brushed against the floor, and a burning pain shot through her knee, but she couldn't care less. A strong sense of panic made her want to get up and run away as soon as possible.

She bit her lower lip, her breathing becoming rapid. As she struggled to sit up and prepare to walk down, someone said, "Moonlit Night, what are you doing here?"

Saito Haruka's slightly chilling voice reached my ears, a stark contrast to her previous tone.

Nagase Tsukiyo almost couldn't catch her breath. Realizing something was wrong, she looked up with a chill down her spine at Saito Harukori standing on the stairs.

Her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, her face was slightly flushed, but her expression was unusually cold and her gaze was exceptionally sharp.

The nightgown covering the young girl's delicate body was a light, pale white, adding a touch of softness to Saito Haruka's appearance.

A sweet, sticky scent filled the air. Nagase Tsukiyo leaned nervously against the wall, unsure of what to do.

She couldn't reconcile this image of Saito Harutori with the girl who had just been sitting on the ground.

Chapter 291, Question 290: You're nothing special (4K)

Moonlight streamed in through the window, dividing the stairwell into alternating patches of light and shadow, and also illuminating the soft contours of Saito Harukori's face. *First Release*

Nagase Tsukiyo involuntarily retreated until she reached the corner of the wall, one hand tightly clutching her arm, her eyes blinking repeatedly to hide her panic:

"What are you doing in front of Kitahara-sensei's door at a time like this?"

Saito Harutori gazed at her with a dreamy expression, slowly approaching her, his seemingly soft cherry lips parting slightly:

What are you doing here at this time of night?

Nagase Tsukiyo stared at Harutori in front of her, subconsciously swallowing hard, a feeling of unease creeping down her spine.

This book is being released online for the first time.

I hope I was mistaken. She's such a gentle and kind girl, how could she do something like this?

"I got up in the middle of the night and didn't find you."

"Then why did you come to see Kitahara-sensei?" Saito Harutori asked, her eyes slightly narrowed.

Nagase Tsukiyo let out a long sigh, then glared at her sternly and said:

"Who said you came up here looking for Kitahara-sensei?"

Saito Harutori surveyed the girl's soft body hidden beneath her nightgown and whispered:

"Besides Kitahara-sensei, who else can you turn to?"

"I:

Nagase Tsukiyo was almost speechless from the choking, but she quickly frowned, straightened her back, and clenched her fists as if to encourage herself, and said...

"I came here to find you, because I couldn't find you anywhere else. So why are you at Kitahara-sensei's door? Why were you doing that kind of thing?"

Saito Haruka quickly closed the distance between them, reaching out to grasp Nagase Tsukiyo's arm, her pale fingers sinking into the girl's skin.

She seemed unwilling to leave, and her strength caused the muscles on Chang Shuyueye's face to twitch.

"Moonlit Night, do you know?"

Saito Haruka gently stroked Nagase Tsukiyo's slender waist with her other hand, and said in a moaning tone,

“My emotions have been suppressed by Kitahara-sensei, so where should I vent them? I can’t find the answer. In this situation, what do I want to do? I thought about it and realized that there is only one thing left.”

Nagase Tsukiyo's cheeks flushed, vaguely understanding what Harutori meant, but she stared at her in surprise and said:

Do you even know what you're saying?

"I'm feeling very sad, so..."

"Hmm!"

Nagase Tsukiyo blushed instantly upon hearing Saito Harutori's open and honest words. This was an extremely private matter, yet Harutori had spoken it to her face.

Nagase Tsukiyo's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her face flushed as she murmured: