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In the end, I gave up and started running at my own pace.
A moment later, another imposing figure ran past.
She looked up and saw Nagase Tsukiyo. Her long black hair had been braided into a single ponytail that bounced behind her head, with strands fluttering in the wind.
"Why are they all so amazing?!" Another almost mournful sound came from beside her.
Saito Harutori felt every step resonate with her heartbeat, and panting, she said, "Moonlit Night, huff: I often go for a night run."
After only 300 meters, Sakurako was running like a zombie, her three braids swaying with difficulty.
"Teacher Kitahara, aren't you bullying the woodwind players? How can they compare to brass players?"
Saito Haruka's mind went blank for a moment before she remembered that there was another girl among the woodpipe people who was even less physically fit than Yukawa Sakurako. She turned her head slightly and saw Kanzaki Eri standing alone at the back of the group. Judging from her flushed face, it looked as if she would collapse from exhaustion at any moment.
“Hmm…” A hint of melancholy flashed in Saito Harutori’s eyes, but her steps involuntarily slowed down.
Sakura hesitated for a moment, but gritted her teeth and rushed forward. If she ran another lap, her thin body would really fall apart.
Sakurako! This isn't abandonment! Let's cheer them on at the finish line!
Chapter 214, Section 213: The Lament of the Wooden Pipes on the Track (4K) >>
More than seventy students had already dispersed after two hundred meters. Kitahara Hakuba stood under the sunshade, drinking water and watching the hardworking students. He couldn't be more relaxed.
Yuka Isomoto and Tsukiyo Nagase were the first to run past him, their hair flying and their chests, hidden under their sportswear, swaying up and down with their movements.
As if they were secretly competing, Nagase Tsukiyo followed Isomoto Yuka closely.
Kitahara Hakuba encouraged them while glancing at Kanzaki Eri.
This oboe girl's stamina is really poor. Isomoto and the others have already completed their second lap, and she has only reached the 300-meter mark.
To his surprise, Saito Haruka was actually running alongside her, which was quite unusual.
She had clearly told him before that she and Huili were not friends at all.
As the two slowly ran up to him, Saito Haruka still had the leisure to glance at him.
Eri Kanzaki's lips were tightly pressed together, and she seemed to have all her strength drained away, as if she were using all her willpower to fight against exhaustion.
His eyes looked somewhat unfocused due to physical exhaustion.
Seeing her like this, Kitahara Hakuba's heart suddenly softened, and he really wanted to tell Eri not to run away.
"Kanzaki-san! Don't run if you're not feeling well!"
But Kitahara Hakuba didn't dare to openly offer her special treatment, hoping she would accept the steps he offered.
"Eri, Kitahara-sensei said you can go and rest."
Hearing his words through the wind, Saito Harutori swallowed hard after finishing her sentence. Her throat was as dry as earth scorched by the July sun, and the liquid stung as it dripped down.
However, Eri Kanzaki ignored her and continued running forward in silence.
Saito Harutori pursed her cherry-colored lips slightly, knowing that Eri was putting on a brave face and didn't want to fall too far behind the other girls in front of him.
In reality, however, it is already an unchangeable state of backwardness.
She looked up and saw that Yuka Isomoto was the first girl to finish running, followed by Tsukiyo Nagase.
During the last 100 meters, you could hear Sakurako Yukawa shouting encouragement from the finish line.
However, Eri Kanzaki couldn't increase her speed at all; instead, she slowed down more and more, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.
By the time the two reached Kitahara Hakuba, it was already four minutes past the scheduled time, and the time had reached four minutes and twenty-seven seconds.
"That's great, Eri!"
Sakurako rushed forward to support Eri Kanzaki, who was hunched over and panting heavily. Her lips parted slightly as she tried to get more oxygen, but she could only make soft gasps.
Just hearing that sensual breathing is enough to make one blush and their heart race.
Kitahara Hakuba felt a pang of heartache watching this. Due to the strenuous exercise, the girl's body was trembling slightly, and an unnatural flush rose on her cheeks.
I was so awful. How could I let her run so hard?
At this moment, Rain Hand stepped forward and spoke, ruthlessly upholding Kitahara Hakuba's rules:
“You’ve exceeded four minutes. As Kitahara-sensei said, you need to run another lap. Sakura, you’re two seconds over, so you also need to run another lap.”
"Huh?! Two seconds?!" Sakurako Yukawa's eyes widened, then she pursed her lower lip and looked at Hakuba Kitahara pleadingly.
Kitahara Hakuba dared not let Eri run any further, fearing she would collapse on the track. He deliberately spoke in a teacher's tone:
"That's enough. Excessive running will increase the burden on your body and will affect your endocrine system and even your metabolism. Besides, you all look pale. Rain Guardian, that's enough."
“Okay.” Yu Shou nodded.
Sakurako patted her chest, relieved to have survived the ordeal.
Eri Kanzaki took a deep breath, straightened her posture, and said, "I can continue."
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"No."
Kitahara Hakuba retorted directly, her legs, clad in sweatpants, visibly shaking.
"That's enough for you."
"Yes, that's enough. The lung capacity required for wood tubes isn't very high."
Sakurako took a tissue from her pocket and wiped the sweat from Eri's face. Then she picked up the water bottle from the sunshade table and said...
"Eri, have some water."
However, Yuka Isomoto stopped her directly, saying, "No, I remember you can't drink water right after running."
"You shouldn't drink water in big gulps; small sips are fine."
Saito Harutori said with a smile. Because of the heat, she had unzipped her sportswear, revealing a white lining underneath, which made her full breasts stand out.
Many girls gathered around Kanzaki Eri, but Nagase Tsukiyo didn't go forward and just stayed on the side watching quietly.
She knew that everyone felt sorry for Eri, including Kitahara-sensei.
"Thank you for your hard work. You're free to do whatever you want now!" Kitahara Hakuba called out to the students.
Soon, the students dispersed. Some chose to stay on the playground, while others went straight back to the classroom to continue their busy senior year studies.
"Thanks to Eri, I've survived this ordeal today," Yukawa Sakurako sighed loudly, her arms hanging down wearily.
Yuka Isomoto sat directly on the lawn, stretching her legs out straight, and looked at Hakuba Kitahara, who was chatting with the track and field girls.
"Speaking of which, is Kitahara-sensei really good at sports?" Yukawa Sakurako asked curiously.
"I don't know yet, we'll probably have to wait until the sports festival to find out."
"I don't think it's a good idea."
"why?"
"Because he looks like the type who's bad at sports."
Sakurako's gaze fell on Kitahara Hakuba's gentle face, her mind filled with images of him conducting on stage in a tuxedo.
"I think Mr. Kitahara is the kind of elegant person who is inclined towards music and literature. I never would have thought that he could be related to sports."
Yuka Isomoto nodded, thinking that Kitahara-sensei was simply too handsome.
Just then, the girls from the track and field club started touching Kitahara Hakuba inappropriately again, openly grabbing his arm.
This scene was observed not only by Sakurako Kawakita, but also by Yuka Isomoto, who felt somewhat annoyed.
However, before they could do anything, Amegami ran over and pulled the girls away from Kitahara Hakuba who were in close contact with him.
Not only that, Saito, Nagase, and Kanzaki Eri, whose face was somewhat pale, all stepped forward.
Kitahara Hakuba, like an innocent rabbit, was surrounded by the track and field girls and the wind instrument girls, with an embarrassed expression on his face.
"Wait, is this going to turn into a fight?" Yukawa Sakurako exclaimed in fright, standing up.
Yuka Isomoto quickly followed.
"Please be mindful of your status. Teacher Kitahara is not a student. Please communicate with the attitude of a student!" Amatsu said solemnly.
Saito Harutori, standing nearby, also smiled and said:
"This is a school, so as a student, it's best to be mindful of your interactions with teachers, okay?"
However, the track and field girls thought the brass band girls were making a fuss over nothing; it was just a gesture of affection towards their teacher, nothing serious.
But as the girls from the wind band gathered around the playground, the dozen or so girls had an absolute numerical advantage over the five or six track and field girls.
The track and field girls who had been providing physical benefits to Kitahara Hakuba didn't dare to say anything, and Shanshan left.
In this situation, Kitahara Hakuba didn't know whether to feel happy or sad.
Fortunately, she was protected by the girls in the brass band.
Sadly, I can no longer feel the protection from the girls in the track and field team.
Chapter 215, Section 214: Guess which of your best friends didn't get invited? (4K)
The PE teacher really has a lot of free time. This is the conclusion Kitahara Hakuma drew after only a few minutes of the last PE class.
Although he couldn't return to the staff office, he could still stay under the awning and play on his phone, only needing to occasionally keep an eye on what was happening on the playground.
On the tennis court, which is surrounded by a tall wire fence, rhythmic sounds, like the beating of drums, can be heard from time to time.
Sunlight streamed in through the gaps between the barbed wire and the shade of the trees, and although it was cut into thin strands, the gentle light still followed the busy figures of the girls.
It was Yushou and Yuka Isomoto. They were wearing white tennis skirts that covered their tender thighs. As they moved, the skirts bounced up and down, revealing their round buttocks as they were lifted by the wind.
But underneath the skirt were safety shorts, not the thin kind that could outline the body; they were more like denim shorts.
Kitahara Hakuba was a little puzzled. Did tennis short skirts all come with built-in safety shorts? Why was it so different from what he had seen in movies?
Lost in thought, he leaned back in his steel chair, watching the girls in short skirts playing ball. A gentle breeze rustled the grass tips, and a sense of unintentional comfort filled the air.
Amemori truly lives up to her model figure; she looks stunning in that white tennis skirt, and her leg proportions are comparable to Nagase Tsukiyo's.
Yuka Isomoto frequently practices running, resulting in smooth and toned legs that are not bulky but full of elasticity—a perfect combination of beauty and resilience.