I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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“Take them back, I have some here,” Kitahara Hakuba said.

"That......

"..." Kana Eto pulled her phone out of the pocket of her pleated skirt, licked her lips, and said, "Then I'll transfer the money to you."

No? You think I'm complaining about the amount?

"I don't want money."

Kitahara Hakuba offered an explanation.

"Really free? No way?"

Kana Eto stared wide-eyed in disbelief at Hiroka Isogen beside her.

She nodded quickly.

Kana Eto, with her hand hidden in her sleeve, brought it to her mouth, and a breath of hot air passed through the fabric to her palm.

"My God, the private tutor who taught me math in my country charged me 2300 baht an hour!"

Kitahara Hakuba smiled and said:

"My guidance will help you improve, and your growth will also benefit me, so in my heart..."

Our relationship is mutually beneficial.

"We'll give back to Kitahara-sensei?" Kana Eto tilted her head in confusion. She had never heard of this before. It was already good enough that the teacher hadn't said, "Don't tell anyone else that you're my student." And she wanted to give back?

"It might be a bit difficult to understand."

Kitahara Hakuba helped Isomoto Yuka remove her euphonium, and said with a smile,

"To put it simply, it has nothing to do with money. I'm just happy to see you grow."

Kana Eto licked her dry lips and took a short breath.

Everyone was right. Kitahara-sensei not only has strong celebrity qualities, but also gives off a sense of identity, like a father and a boyfriend at the same time!

Chapter 103, Section 102: It's simply that the Vice Minister is unqualified (4K)

When practicing in a soundproof room, Kitahara Hakuba's main goal is to make detailed adjustments to each measure.

For example, whether the intervals are out of tune, whether the rhythm is followed, and every imperfection is corrected meticulously to gradually improve the overall quality of the performance.

Tonight's practice mainly focused on Kana Eto's oboe playing. At Eto's request, the adjustments to the Soli section in the assigned pieces and free repertoire were skipped; she herself didn't seem to have any particular interest in the Soli. "Played it ten times in a row, that's good."

By the time Kitahara Hakuba finished speaking, Eto Kana had already been thoroughly trained and was no longer as relaxed as before; beads of sweat were sliding down her forehead.

Although the oboe in my hands wasn't heavy, maintaining the same posture for almost an hour made every part of my body feel extremely sore.

And you need to adjust the position of your buttocks from time to time, otherwise it will feel numb.

At the same time, you need to secretly lift your skirt to let some air out below, otherwise you'll feel sweaty and sticky, which will be even more uncomfortable, making it hard to sit or stand still.

Maintaining a girlish innocence in front of Kitahara-sensei while also making herself comfortable is harder than playing the oboe.

Yuka Isomoto listened from the side the whole time. Because of the limited space and the fact that Hakuba Kitahara was busy, he could only teach Kana Eto for the time being.

She could clearly feel that from the moment she entered the soundproof room until now, Kana Eto's playing was noticeably different from before.

Ms. Kitahara elevated the charm of her oboe to a whole new level, making it easy to clearly hear the emotional tone in the oboe.

"That's amazing..."

Yuka Isomoto, talking to herself, glanced at the clock on the wall. It was exactly 10 p.m. She had truly been a mere listener all day.

Her gaze fell on Kitahara Hakuba. The soft indoor light illuminated his profile. Boys really have a lot of energy. At least Eto-senpai was sitting, while he was mostly standing.

"Isomoto-san," Kitahara Hakuba suddenly said to her, "get ready, let's begin."

"Huh?" Yuka Isomoto couldn't help but wipe away a bead of sweat and said, "Teacher Kitahara, it's already past ten o'clock, shall we continue?"

Kitahara Hakuba raised his wrist, checked the time, and said:

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting here for so long."

In just over three hours, Kana Eto, whose growth potential is A, leveled up two times and reached a 1v13 level, which is quite effective.

Although it can't compare to Kanzaki Eri's level 16, its proficiency in standard pieces and freestyle pieces is definitely higher.

"I'm fine, it's just that you're working too hard, Kitahara-sensei." Isomoto Yuka felt genuinely sorry for him.

After training one girl, he still wanted to train her again; his stamina was truly impressive.

Kana Eto got up directly from the leather seat and gently patted her skirt, trying to make it puff up quickly so it wouldn't cling to her skin and look flat and unsightly.

"It's my fault, I didn't realize it was so late."

She disassembled the oboe and wiped away the condensation that had formed inside the tube from playing it for a long time with a tissue.

"It's okay, it just shows you're engaged. Besides, we're not wasting any time."

Kitahara Hakuba said,

"I'll take you back."

"No need, teacher. I'll just walk with Eto-kun. It's on the way," said Isomoto Yuka.

"Is everything alright?" Kitahara Hakuba glanced at Eto Kana.

"Yes, no problem. It's unexpected that I live close to Isogen-senpai."

Because it was stuffy indoors, her face and ears looked red, as if a light bite would draw blood.

After the two finished packing, Kitahara Hakuba saw them off at the door, but he didn't accept the cake that he had given them as a gift.

Leaving the music store, the two girls walked side by side on the asphalt street. There were hardly any people in sight, only the cold white streetlights shining on their heads.

"It seems... I've never gone home with Isogen-senpai before." Kana Eto felt that as her junior, she should speak first.

"Well, although I'm in the brass band, I rarely interact with the people in the band."

Yuka Isomoto lowered her head and walked forward. With each step she took, her calves could be seen protruding forward. She had never thought her legs were so white.

Looking at the girl next to me, hers seems even whiter.

"Junior Jiang Teng, your thighs look so white. Do you take milk baths regularly?"

"I?"

Kana Eto also lowered her head, touched her thigh with her hand, and said...

"No, I just soak my feet in hot water at night because it gets cold if I don't run. As for the white... ah! Maybe these streetlights are like the kind of lights that vendors in the market use, the kind that make the meat look fresh!"

Yuka Isomoto immediately understood that she was referring to the fresh food lamp, and punched her outstretched left hand with her right fist:

"Oh! I know that stuff! It really looks fresh! Especially the pig's feet, you could even call them 'delicious'!"

"Haha, it sounds like Isogen-senpai is saying our legs are pig legs."

"No, it's just that I think your legs are much prettier than mine," Yuka Isomoto said with a self-deprecating smile.

She smiled faintly, and after that smile, the two of them stopped smiling, looked to their sides, and stopped talking.

People who weren't very familiar with each other to begin with couldn't find anything in common to talk about at this moment.

Yuka Isomoto took a shallow breath and gripped the bra strap extending from behind her, saying:

"How are you feeling right now, Jiang Teng?"

Her words made Kana Eto fall silent for a moment, then she murmured in a low voice, "Uneasy."

"disturbed?"

"I'm very uneasy."

Yuka Isomoto looked at her, bewildered, and said:

"You performed so well today, and Kitahara-sensei even said that your talent is not much worse than Kanzaki-kun's. Why are you uneasy?"

"I know perfectly well that the gap between me and Kanzaki-senpai is not something that can be overcome in just one night."

Kana Eto quietly lowered her eyelids.

During the time she was trained by Kitahara Hakuba, she did feel progress and even had the idea that she could replace Kirishima Mai or even Kanzaki Eri at any time.

But after being exposed to the cool breeze for a while, her rationality gradually overwhelmed the emotions she had developed from Mr. Kitahara.

"I wish I could greet tomorrow happily, but the thought of this scares me," said Kana Eto.

Yuka Isomoto parted her lips slightly, and the heat dissipated silently into the air.

"Are you afraid that Kitahara-sensei will choose either of them tomorrow?"

"Well, my only form of resistance is to keep practicing."

Kana Eto expanded her breasts to their maximum size, sighed, and said...

“In the past, I was only afraid of holding everyone back during the performance, but now, I’m afraid of going straight to the end in the brass section.”

“The finish line…” Yuka Isomoto murmured the word.

"Yes, after Kitahara-sensei arrived, his goal was set on the national tournament. I'm afraid my name won't be on the list anymore."

Kana Eto laughed with a hint of self-deprecation.

"As expected, I'm just a rabbit that sluggishly moves when there's no pressure to catch up. Kirishima-senpai is probably the tortoise in my eyes."

The orchestra's instrumentation is already quite good if it can accommodate two oboes; it's practically impossible to allocate more slots.

Yuka Isomoto fell silent, and a stillness filled the air around them. The traffic lights flashed at the intersection, silently changing from red to green.

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Early the next morning, at Shenxu High School, at the shoe-changing area.

"Eto, your eyes are so red?!" Takahashi Kami said, pointing at her eyes from the shoe cabinet.

Kana Eto put the loafers into the shoe cabinet, took out her indoor shoes, and threw them on the floor with a "thud".

"I practiced all night... and found out it was already past 4 a.m., I had only slept for a little over three hours."

Her voice was very weak, and one could feel the fatigue that was constantly accumulating within the girl.

"Seriously? You're working this hard?"

Kami Takahashi involuntarily opened her mouth wide.