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Kirishima Mai stood in the back of the bus, and as if worried that they couldn't hear her, she spoke louder than usual.
Upon seeing this, Kuno Tachibana said goodbye to Kitahara Hakuba and quickly ran over.
"Minister Yukawa, who's following the truck carrying the musical instruments?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.
Sakurako Yukawa said, "It's Terashima, the instrument manager."
"Ask how much longer it will take to arrive," Kitahara Hakuba said.
Sakurako Yukawa is very proactive; she made a phone call to inquire as soon as she finished speaking.
"About ten minutes."
Kitahara Hakuba nodded and handed her the roster, saying:
"We'll take attendance once everyone arrives. I'll go check the accommodations first."
"Okay." She nodded obediently.
Honestly, it's quite comfortable with a competent department head like Yukawa Sakurako around; Kitahara Hakuba can save himself a lot of trouble.
He had only taken a few steps when a soft touch slipped into his palm. He turned around and saw that it was Shinomiya Haruka.
"Have you forgotten me?" Her snow-white shoulders were incredibly eye-catching, and you could clearly see that she was wearing light makeup.
Kitahara Shiro took her hand and said, "I want you to rest a little longer."
A gentle smile graced Shinomiya Haruka's lips: "Isn't being with you a form of rest?"
"By the way, you might have a hard time finding accommodation tonight. You'll not only have to sleep with them, but you'll also have to help take care of them," Kitahara Hakuba said.
Shinomiya Haruka gripped his large hand tightly and said:
"Huh? You don't want to sleep with me tonight?"
"I'd like to," Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile, "but there are too many students, and it won't have a good influence."
Shinomiya Haruka couldn't help but give him a wary look, and said meaningfully:
Are you afraid of the negative impact, or are you afraid of the girls getting jealous?
"Oh no, oh no, oh no!" Kitahara Hakuba exclaimed in surprise. "You can't just say things like that! I'm a proper teacher!"
Seeing his reaction, Shinomiya Haruka burst out laughing:
"Pfft, I was just kidding. I know you're the most rational person, Kitahara-sensei."
It wasn't funny at all; the joke scared him so much his heart almost jumped out of his chest. As a teacher, he could never have a relationship with any of the members.
This is a matter of principle.
Because the entire resort is made of wood, there are no traces of concrete, so you can often smell the unique aroma of wood mixed with herbs.
After explaining his purpose and identifying himself to the administrator, Kitahara Hakuba received the key to the student's room.
"Twelve people living in one room?"
Shinomiya looked at the room in front of him. It was about 50 square meters, with tatami flooring, clean and tidy bedding, two windows, and very few electrical outlets, only three.
Kitahara Hakuba looked at the rather "simple" room in front of him and said:
"It was originally for six people, but the other rooms are under renovation this year, so we won't be renting them out anymore."
He picked up the air conditioner remote; it was silent, functional, and produced cold air efficiently.
"Sigh, then I'll just sleep with Kuno and the others," said Shinomiya Haruka, resting her chin on her hand.
Kitahara Hakuma put his arm around her exposed shoulder, the touch smooth and silky: "What? Don't you like third-year students?"
Haruka Shinomiya raised her fingers and gently pinched her cherry-colored lips, saying:
"Being with younger people makes me feel younger too."
Kitahara Hakuma kissed her beautiful shoulder: "Sister, you've always been young."
"What? You want it now?" Shinomiya Haruka raised her hand and covered his forehead, as if to say, "Are you running a fever?"
"Am I that kind of person? I'm just trying to comfort you."
"Shout!"
She gave a coquettish, ambiguous laugh, wrapped her arms around his neck, and said seductively,
"Your students aren't here right now, how about a kiss? Otherwise, you might not have another chance, okay?"
Kitahara Hakuma gazed at her glistening little mouth, and without saying a word, lowered his head to her.
After kissing, the two returned to the parking spot, just as the truck carrying the musical instruments arrived.
"Twelve people per room! Representatives, come to Mr. Kitahara's room to get the keys! Everyone, put your luggage in the room first, then come out to move your instruments!"
Don't run around!
After Kawasaki called out the roll call, she began to give instructions.
There were a total of eight rooms, and Kitahara Hakuba distributed the keys to each one.
Some girls who had trained here before would cleverly jog ahead and put their luggage into their rooms first.
They weren't fighting over good beds or places away from light switches, but rather for the few available power outlets.
Because they have been unable to live without electricity for their entire lives.
"Why do they seem even more excited than we are?" Kuno Tachibana, who had never experienced fighting over a power outlet, said dismissively.
Kitahara Hakuba handed her the keys, smiling as he said, "These are the experiences of our seniors; you'll understand after this year."
"Where do you live, Kitahara-sensei?" Nagasawa Miya asked.
“I’m with the boys,” he said.
Kuno Tachibana said with a smile, "Hehe, you can come and live with us."
"You're determined to say something stupid so we'll despise you, aren't you?" Nagasawa Miya said, her eyes slightly narrowed.
“Kitahara-sensei won’t do, but I can live with you all,” Shinomiya Haruka said with a smile.
Kuno Tachibana sighed in feigned disappointment and said, "Well, Haruka-nee it is then."
"You little girl!" Shinomiya Haruka's fingers gripped the back of her neck like she was lifting a cat.
"I made a mistake, I made a mistake, I made a mistake!"
Kuno Tachibana dragged his suitcase and ran into the lobby as if fleeing.
Upon entering room 206, the nostalgic scent of tatami mats filled the air; it was a large, standard Japanese-style room.
"Wow~~~"
As soon as Kuno Tachibana opened the door, the girls behind him all gasped in surprise.
Some people simply threw their bags aside and went barefoot to the window.
A ruler-like horizontal line cuts the scenery in two, huge and bloated cumulonimbus clouds float in the air, and the warm breath of the sea fills the air.
The other window faces the forest of Huishan, as if a huge, eternal monster is sleeping soundly in the golden desolation of the primeval forest.
"I heard there are hot springs and a swimming pool here! We can go play there after practice!"
"This is truly heaven! I wish I could live here forever!"
"This Huishan Mountain is really high. Let's go to the top of the mountain sometime and take a look."
"Lihua! Come and see! This place is so beautiful!"
Kuno Tachibana slowly placed her suitcase aside, her small feet, wrapped in white socks, stomping on the tatami mat.
"Ugh, I can't stand it! Kids are like that. They start yelling and screaming whenever they see something interesting. Maybe they should watch more geography channels when they get home!"
As Kuno Tachibana spoke, she walked to the window, where a breathtaking view unfolded before her eyes.
"Woo-wah woo-wah woo-wah!"
"You're not much better!" the girls teased with laughter.
Shinomiya Haruka chose a bed where she could easily control the light switch and said, "Everyone, hurry up and put your things down so we can go downstairs and move the instruments."
"it is good!"
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Kitahara Hakuba was puzzled while moving the musical instruments.
Only a few girls, who were more conservative or too lazy to change, were still wearing the uniforms of Shin-Shu High School.
The other girls changed into their own casual clothes, all brightly colored and flamboyant, showing off their arms and legs, giving Kitahara Hakuba a good look.
He finally understood why the school required everyone to wear uniforms when going out. It was like taking a flock of cute sheep that could only "squeak" out to forage; being dressed in white would make them much easier to spot.
In summary: good at management.
The instruments from the truck were unloaded into the concert hall. The second and third-year students had been there before, so they arrived quickly.
Only the first-year students, who were new to the school, wandered around aimlessly with their musical instruments, like headless flies.
"Is this here?"
"It doesn't seem like it? I didn't see them?"
"But it clearly says 'Concert Hall' on it?"
"What does 'large venue' mean here?"
Sakurako Yukawa and Sanoka Akamatsu were extremely busy, either looking for someone or on their way to look for someone.
By the time all the preparations for the ensemble were completed, it was already 10:30 in the morning.
The concert hall is very large, and compared to the school's first music classroom, at least there won't be any embarrassing situations where your knees hit the music stand.
Kitahara Hakuba stepped onto the wooden steps, gripped his baton, and looked down at the ninety-six members of the wind ensemble, saying:
"Before we begin, I'd like to say a few words. We will be conducting a four-day, three-night intensive training here. The scenery here is beautiful, but we paid for it with money. Every minute and every second is precious. I hope everyone can gain something here and develop a strong sense of self-awareness."
"Yes!"
"Alright, I, Kitahara Hakuba, and Mr. Shinomiya will be your instructors here. Tomorrow is the audition, so please give it your best."
Kitahara Hakuba's expression was stern, and his tone conveyed a solemn atmosphere, making his subordinates dare not be negligent in the slightest.