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I glanced at her and saw that she had sent a long message, but the other party hadn't replied to a single word.
The nickname given to the other person seems to be—
Nagase Tsukiyo
Chapter 7.7. You said I was "that person"
"Hey."
Disappointed, Saito Harutori turned off her phone screen, only to suddenly notice a man's figure appearing on it.
The sigh that flowed from her lips instantly turned into shock.
"what!"
She instinctively held her phone tightly to her chest and turned her head to look at Kitahara Hakuba, who had already started drinking his coffee.
"Tai... Kitahara-sensei?"
"Good morning, Saito-kun." Kitahara Hakuba put one hand in his trench coat pocket, took a few steps forward into the sunlight, and tilted his head back to drink his coffee.
Saito Harutori gazed at him. In the clear and sweet sunlight, the broken light and shadow on the jar resembled fireflies fluttering their wings, transforming into countless floating and dazzling points of light.
"Teacher, you've come so early today," she said.
Kitahara Hakuba gave a bitter laugh, the sunlight lingering between his fingers.
"I'll come earlier from now on."
"Haha, that's great! Actually, everyone really wants to spend more time with you, teacher. After all, we've never had a mentor before. We were so happy when we heard you were coming."
What she said sounded a bit strange. Kitahara Hakuba took another sip of his slightly bitter hot coffee and said:
"I think I've heard some rumors that someone in the department is planning to leave recently?"
"Ah... this~~~"
Saito Haruka glanced to the side, where the shadows cast by the eaves enveloped her long, slender, white legs, her loafers bobbing gently back and forth.
"That's true, but it's nothing serious. It's just something people say in anger, and it'll be fine in a day."
"Really?"
“Of course it’s true.” Saito Harutori raised her index finger to tuck a strand of hair behind her delicate ear and said with a sweet smile, “Because she and I are best friends for life.”
For some reason, he felt an extremely strong sense of unease, so Kitahara Hakuba asked:
What's her name?
"Nase Tsukiyo is an exceptional genius! She is proficient in piano, trumpet, and double bass, and has excellent tutoring."
Beiyuan Baima nodded, inwardly complaining—
Isn't this the person you keep messaging but never reply to? Are you really friends of ten years?
"Sunny Bird, I've finished using the restroom."
At this moment, a petite girl walked over, who looked to be only 1.53 meters tall.
Her bangs were neatly styled near her eyebrows, her waist was slender, her breasts had great potential, and her eyes were like a frozen spring in winter.
[Member: Eri Kanzaki]
[Instrument played: Oboe lv12 (junior)]
[Growth: A]
[Stress Resistance: C]
She only noticed Kitahara Hakuba when she got closer, and then bowed slightly and said:
Good morning, Kitahara-sensei.
"Hello, Kanzaki-kun."
Kanzaki Eri's eyes were filled with a calm light, like a silent, still sea that would never ripple, as she swept towards Kitahara Hakuba.
"The teacher actually remembered me."
Kitahara Hakuba tilted his head a few degrees in confusion:
"Of course I'll remember."
"Last time you said 'that person' to me in the classroom," she reminded me expressionlessly, like a finely crafted porcelain doll.
Kitahara Hakuba's brow twitched violently.
This is too much!
Saito Harutori gently squeezed her arm and said:
"Eri-chan, you can't talk to your teacher like that."
"Sorry, I have to go back to class now," she said, lazily raising her long eyelashes.
"Goodbye, teacher."
"Goodbye."
Kitahara Hakuba watched the two of them walk away, then took out his phone and opened the brass band group chat: "Let's blow this world away~~!"
Edit message and send.
"During lunch break today, all club members must be in the first music room by 1 PM. Any special circumstances can be explained in advance. Kitahara Hakuba"
A short while later, Minister Yukawa Sakurako and Saito Haruka were the first to post emojis to confirm.
Kitahara Hakuba opened the group members list and scrolled through it, but still couldn't find the student Nagase Tsukiyo.
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When I arrived at the office, there were already five or six teachers.
Some people come in and immediately start grading papers, watering potted plants, organizing PowerPoint presentations, or just sitting there doing nothing but turning around and moving chairs...
Kitahara Hakuba had just sat down with another bottle of coffee he'd bought, and was about to go online to look up videos and materials about other schools' "marching choruses" when the bald, beer-bellied headmaster of student affairs, Watari, raised his hand and shouted:
"Kitahara, come here for a second."
Kitahara Hakuba walked over without hesitation. The dean of students was essentially their superior, so he naturally didn't want to be negligent.
"Director of the ferry crossing, did you call me?"
"There are indeed some things I'd like to discuss with you."
The ferryman kept stroking his chin, then touching the top of his smooth head, and said...
"When you go to buy coffee, I hope you will also talk to your colleagues and ask them if they want some, since you haven't been here long."
???
isn't it?
Workplace bullying exists here too?
Kitahara Hakuba was stunned for a moment and wanted to get angry, but he immediately felt a sense of unease.
Because the ferryman's tone was less of an accusation and more of a tactful request, as if he were genuinely thinking of his own interests.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think it through," he said with a wry smile.
He was the first one to arrive today, back when there weren't any teachers here. But it's best not to say that, since he doesn't care about such things.
The ferry manager smiled憨厚ly and patted him on the shoulder, saying:
"By the way, are you busy right now?"
—What? Are you going to give me more work?
Kitahara Hakuba is not only the advisor for the school's brass band, but also the music teacher for three classes.
However, each class only has one music lesson a week, which is quite easy for him. It is the instructor of the wind band that takes up most of his time.
In most people's eyes, music teachers are the most idle in the whole school, which is not unreasonable, because most people don't know what music teachers do outside of class.
"Director of the ferry terminal, please let me know what you need, and I will try my best to make time for you."
"It's nothing serious. A few bottles of drinking water have been delivered downstairs. If you have time, you can help me move them. It would cost them a lot of money to move them by hand."
"Okay, please wait for me a moment."
Kitahara Hakuba pretended to type on the keyboard in front of the computer, then stupidly refreshed the desktop a few times before shutting it down.
"Okay."
"Let's go. I feel really bad for making you do these tasks so soon after you arrived. People might think I'm bullying you," the ferry manager said with a smile.
"It's out of the way."
This person seems quite amiable.
Upon arriving at the back door of the teaching building, a silver van was parked at the entrance, with thirteen barrels of drinking water in its open back compartment.
"It needs to be delivered to the principal's office, vice-principal's office, academic affairs office, chairman's office, board meeting room, teachers' offices, and the offices of each grade level..."
Before the ferryman could finish speaking, Kitahara Hakuba picked up a bucket, slung it over his shoulder, and carried another bucket in one hand as he walked inside.
Chapter 8. Let's try again!
"Hey, young man, no wonder you won't let me make this money?" The van driver leaned against the van, puffing on his cigarette, flicking the ash rhythmically.
"Don't say things like that."
The ferryman glared at him, then tried to show off like Kitahara Hakuma by carrying two buckets, but he couldn't stand the pain after carrying just one, and crashed it to the ground with a thud.
"Ying Shi, you should accept that you're getting old," the man in the van said with a smile.
"Of course, I'm retiring next year."
Eiji Ferry picked up a bucket with both hands and walked inside in an extremely strange posture.
Before they had gone more than a few steps, Kitahara Hakuma came out and quickly went to protect them.
"Director, Director, I'll take care of it."
"No, no, no, I'll do it, you continue carrying the ones in the carriage."
Kitahara Hakuba didn't force the water; instead, he listened to him and continued carrying the new buckets.