I am a teacher at a girls' school in Tokyo

After that, after everyone was seated firmly, the three buses started on their journey amid the roar of the engines.

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Even on the way back, with her classmates talking in her ears, Shinohara Shiori still held the music score in her hand and flipped through it from time to time.

The gradually hot air on the beginning of summer blew into the car through the gaps in the windows, blowing up my hair and gently caressing my cheeks.

A little itchy.

So, she reached out to tidy up the ends of her hair, but without the pressure of her hands, the spread-out music score was blown by the wind, and it suddenly flipped through several pages until it was completely closed.

Attracted by the sound, Tetsufumi Hirakawa looked to the side.

The wind lifted up a corner of the girl's skirt, exposing her white thighs to the sun and his sight.

"..."

Hirakawa Tetsufumi silently looked away again.

Shinohara Shiori noticed this little action and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, but she immediately restrained it.

Put down your hands, let down the little bit of skirt that has been blown up, and press it down with the music score.

My heart can no longer calm down, and it is meaningless to look at the music score again.

"Teacher Hirakawa."

She looked at him.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Tetsufumi Hirakawa was still staring at the windshield in front of him. He could see another bus carrying Moritani students driving slowly just a few meters away.

Shinohara Shiori was looking for a topic to talk about.

"What do you think of this training camp?"

"view?"

"Ah."

"This question is a bit sudden. If I were to give you an opinion, well..."

He stared at Tetsufumi Hirakawa who was standing in front of him, opened his mouth, then lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

Shinohara Shiori was not in a hurry either. She just looked at the person next to her, with a smile on her face, waiting for an answer that was completely unimportant in comparison.

After a long time, Shinohara Shiori, who was in a trance, finally got a response from her eyes.

Perhaps he had figured out the answer, as Tetsufumi Hirakawa turned around and looked her straight in the eye.

Mixed with the sound of wind blowing in from the window, the voices of classmates behind me, and the faint sound of musical instruments.

“A lot of problems were exposed, but the biggest problem was also solved, which made the sound of the wind ensemble unified. This should be the biggest gain from this training.”

"A unified voice?"

"Yeah. Even I can tell that Shinohara-san is definitely better. This morning's ensemble was a little bit worse than yesterday and the day before yesterday. But——"

Tetsufumi Hirakawa's voice is full of confidence.

"I think the goal of unity between the top and the bottom is more than just short-term strength."

In my ears, the faint sound of music playing outside the window grew louder, to the point where I could no longer ignore it.

The talking in the bus quickly died down.

"This is, a forest under the blue sky?!"

After a while, the sound of the playing gradually became clearer, and the students immediately recognized this piece of music that they had practiced for a long time.

Shinohara Shiori also listened attentively: "Flute, piccolo, clarinet... there should be an oboe as well."

These are musical instruments that are easy to carry with you.

"It's the student in front."

Some students discovered the source of the sound.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa was also looking ahead, at the slowly moving bus, from where the forest tune was coming.

Shinohara Shiori opened the closed music score, flipped through a few pages, and stopped.

Then she reached out again, pressed the car window, and tried to open it.

After trying several times, I still couldn't open it.

The girl looked at the teacher beside her.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi smiled, leaned over, put his hand on the car window, and pressed hard—

"call--"

The wind suddenly became stronger and poured into the car.

The girl beside him blew the music score in her hand again, and the long hair on her shoulders was also blown towards him.

The ends of her hair rubbed against the side of his face, and the tip of his nose was filled with the sweet scent of a young girl.

In my ears, the familiar tune suddenly became clearer.

The students opened their car windows one after another.

Afterwards, a melodious tune also sounded on this bus.

“That’s probably the unified voice.”

Facing the girl's gaze, Hirakawa Tetsufumi spoke in a low voice.

Shinohara Shiori looked at him, and then glanced out of the window.

There is no trumpet in my hands, but my fingers are still pressing the rhythm that I have practiced thousands of times.

"There's also a sound coming from the car behind us."

I don’t know when, a classmate suddenly said.

The melody sounded all the way.

Chapter 71 Amamiya Ye always appears at unexpected times

On the morning of May 6, the last day of the holiday, Tetsufumi Hirakawa, who woke up naturally at ten o'clock, stretched comfortably.

After three days and two nights, I woke up from my bed at home again after a long time, and I felt so happy.

Looking at the familiar and reassuring bedroom, Tetsufumi Hirakawa sat on the bed, took out his mobile phone from under the quilt, and played with it for a while.

After that, get up, wash up, and skip breakfast. Wait until twelve o'clock to eat together with lunch.

Finally, at about eleven o'clock, Tetsufumi Hirakawa changed out of his pajamas and prepared to go out.

The white cat and three kittens are still waiting for him in the pet shop.

When he boarded the white cat last Friday, he had already considered that the cat would be very tired after returning from the training camp. Knowing himself, he would definitely be too lazy to go out, so he agreed with the pet store to pick it up at noon today.

I can also buy lunch on the way.

Come to think of it, he was quite prescient.

After changing his shoes and taking the foster care certificate given to him by the pet shop, Tetsufumi Hirakawa opened the door, walked out, and entered the sunshine near noon.

He strolled slowly on the street, looking at everything leisurely.

Streets, houses, electric wires...all these ordinary things, against the backdrop of the pure blue sky, have a clean feel.

This is what is called a Japanese-style scene.

The sky under the control of the temperate oceanic monsoon climate is always so clean that it gives people a pure and refreshing enjoyment.

As long as you find the right angle and composition, you can basically take great photos.

Walking around the corner of the street, Tetsufumi Hirakawa stared at the image fed back by the camera on his mobile phone screen.

Bright light, gray shadows cut by the houses, green plants planted within the courtyard walls, and crisscrossing wires hanging in the blue sky.

And, in the center of the picture, not far away, there is a girl in gorgeous clothes standing quietly on a two-meter-high wall.

The sunlight shone on the black umbrella she was holding, covering her in thick and indistinct shadows, and also bringing a bit of mysticism to the girl in the classic Gothic dress.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa pressed the button to shoot.

With a "click", the sound of the camera echoed in the quiet residential streets during the holiday.

The picture was frozen in the phone.

He took back his phone, put it down, and admired the photos he had just taken.

The scene is full of Japanese style, and the girl who is out of place and exudes mystery, it looks great no matter how you look at it.

Nodding with satisfaction, Tetsufumi Hirakawa put away his phone.

Then he looked at the girl again.

What is the situation of this girl? She is wearing this kind of clothes, standing on the wall, and holding an umbrella.

"That's too..."

He muttered to himself and wanted to say "This is too weird", but he stopped talking halfway.

The expressions on his face quickly disappeared.

He stared at the girl in the shadows.

Body shape, hairstyle, umbrella...

No matter how you look at it, it seems familiar...

He stared at the girl, wanting to confirm, and at the same time, he took a step forward and walked closer.

The sound of "thump thump" footsteps continued along the street.

Soon, Tetsufumi Hirakawa came to the wall where the girl was, raised his head and looked at her expressionlessly.

The girl in the shadow still held her umbrella, motionless, like an elegant doll.

After standing for a long time, Tetsufumi Hirakawa, with his face up, finally uttered the syllables that were almost stuck in his throat.

"Amamiya-san?"

Then, the exquisite puppet began to move.

She turned the umbrella, and spoke softly to the indifferent face under the shadow.

"Teacher Pingchuan, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Chapter 72: Tetsufumi Hirakawa will not peek under the skirts of female students

Tetsufumi Hirakawa looked at Amemiya Yo on the wall with an attitude that was trying to remain calm to the point of being indifferent.

"Amamiya-san, why are you here?"

Amamiya Ye held the umbrella in her left hand and gently lifted her black skirt with her right hand, following the etiquette of a noble lady.

"I am here waiting for Master Pingchuan."

"Why are you waiting for me?" - Hirakawa Tetsufumi really wanted to continue asking, but the question went through his mind but he didn't ask it out loud.

He glanced at the two-meter-high wall and felt a slight headache.

"Amamiya-san, you should come down first. Can you come down?"

Amemiya Ye on the wall looked at the ground and shook his head decisively: "It's too high."

"..."

So you know it's high... Then why are you still standing on it? Do you think it's cool? And how did you get up there?

Tetsufumi Hirakawa's expression was almost numb, and it was really hard to guess what this middle school girl was thinking.

"So how do you plan to get down, Amamiya-san?"

"Teacher, just follow me."

Amamiya Ye answered immediately.