I was sitting alone at the table, stirring the carbonated drink in the cup with a straw, putting headphones into my ears and constantly looping my own version of Ms. Hiroi's new song.

There weren't many people in the store during this time. Maybe it's because of Xing Ge's seniors, but even though it's a new store, there are still many bands stationed there.

"Ah...it's so nice to be young."

I listened to Ms. Hiroi's dizzying voice, completely ignoring that I was only sixteen years old but uttered a sigh that only a forty-year-old man could say.

"Isn't Yusaku planning to join their band?"

Senior Xingge sat next to me naturally with his laptop under his arm, leaning on the tabletop with his elbows.

"They haven't performed in a show yet, right? To be honest, if a band like this has not passed the preliminary review, they will not be able to see the future clearly if they join it rashly."

I moved in a joking tone, but when I saw Senior Xingge's face suddenly darkened, I had to quickly raise my hands in surrender:

"Of course that's not the case... I have promised Hiroi-san to join sibsp;hack... even though I was forcibly tied onto a pirate ship?

And their band is already complete, and they are all beautiful girls and so on... I am very afraid that one day the band will become popular, and when I walk on the street, people will point at my nose and say: Ah! That person is not [End]

The only active man in the band! Something like that..."

Of course, these words must have been mixed with some water, but there should be no problem in using it to fool Senior Xingge.

"Sibsp;hack? I didn't expect she would let you join..."

Senior Xinge sighed, as if he didn't understand Miss Hiroi's approach. To be honest, I don't know why a star band with 500 people would fall in love with a rookie keyboard player like me who has only learned keyboard for three years.

The three of them are obviously very strong. A casual novice like me might be persuaded to leave within a short time of entering.

"It's not that I don't recommend that you go to sibsp;hack. It's also a good thing to have more experience, especially joining such a well-known band - not everyone will have such a good thing."

When Senior Xing Ge said this, he glanced at the four girls who were working hard, opened the computer on the table, and continued to modify the document.

"Senior seems to have high hopes for them. They obviously look very cold."

"Who do you think my livehouse is for?"

She rolled her eyes at me, but she didn't stop moving her hands. She just kept complaining:

"If Hongxia hadn't wanted to form a band or something, I wouldn't have stopped my band activities to open a live house..."

"...Has anyone ever said that you, senior, are a tsundere? Or a sister-in-law or something... No, no, no - I didn't say anything!"

Facing Senior Xingge, whose face turned black as a charcoal, I decisively chose to give in. I couldn’t trust my life here...

"You know the truth."

"Thank you, senior, for sparing me!"

Senior Xingge smiled lightly, took out a pack of thin cigarettes from his trouser pocket, put it in his mouth skillfully and started puffing away.

"I always felt like something was missing. The moment my senior lit up his cigarette, it finally filled up my stereotype of band members."

"Huh? What do you mean by stereotype?"

"Smoking, drinking, playing with women... No, the third one refers to being handsome, right?"

"...Ikusaku, you are actually a sultry guy."

No, actually I just like to complain...

"To be honest, I would rather be a sultry boy than an Asasi boy."

"Huh? Why do you say that, gentle men are more likely to find girlfriends, right?"

As if he had discovered a new world, Senior Xingge stopped typing on the keyboard and turned his head curiously.

look at me.

"Being gentle to everyone, and then openly running a harem, saying that I like xx, and everyone...Does anyone really like this so-called innocent scumbag who only exists in the two-dimensional world?"

"I always feel like your ideas are a bit different from mine..."

Senior Xingge glanced at the time, turned off the computer screen, stood up and clapped his hands:

"Part-time work time is over. Thank you for your hard work. Let's finish here today."

Kita-san didn’t know when she had changed her clothes and moved to the door, saying goodbye with a gloomy look:

"Thank you very much for your help today, and please do your best for the band's activities in the future. I will secretly support you from behind. Goodbye."

"Kita-san?! When were you there?"

"Ah... a moment... a moment... no... no reply..."

Goto-san used the teleportation opportunity that only occurred once in his life to flash directly behind the gate, blocking Kita-san's path with his arms outstretched and a broken expression on his face.

"Wait a minute, I'll wait! Just calm down first!!"

Is this a forced failure? It is rare for a person like Ichichi.

I know that no one will understand this kind of joke in Japan, so I still miss the days when I lived in China...

No one cared about me, a gloomy man who only complained and joked inwardly. Although Goto-san was shaking so much that I could clearly see it, he still tried very hard to squeeze out the words:

"Ah... is that really okay... if... if I just go back like this..."

"Little...little Poch, what happened to her?!"

"Little Pochi... is very brave..."

Ichichi Hongka and Yamada Ryo, who were shocked by Gotou-san, were quietly biting their ears.

Don't say such words that ruin the atmosphere on such an occasion, you two!

"I will not join the end band. Everyone is working so hard, and I am the one who escaped from here at one time."

"Ah... Well, when Kita-san handed me the drink just now, I noticed that the skin on your fingertips was very hard.

Such as...it wouldn't be possible if I didn't spend a lot of time practicing guitar...

Just... even if your ability to play the piano is slightly inferior to others... Of course! I don't mean that...

But...but if you can work twice as hard as others, you can definitely do it..."

"Goto-san..."

This is the first time I heard Gotou-san say such a long string of words.

My thoughts suddenly returned to that drizzling day three years ago, when I heard the clumsy and amateurish guitar sound for the first time.

At that time, I would foolishly pick up an electronic keyboard because of the sound, and said stupid things like saying that I should work hard to keep up with her, so that I might meet her one day in the future.

When he came back to his senses, he found that he had already realized this wish that he thought was out of reach, and found that she was not like him.

At that moment when she was so confident, cheerful, and full of sunshine, I even breathed a sigh of relief. At least I could help her as a friend or something...

As for joining the end band... I'd better not disturb the girls' daily postings. It's fine as it is. Maybe the gloomy background of Shinjuku folt is more suitable for me.

"I also hope that Kita-chan can come and help heat up the atmosphere of the band!"

"Ijichi-senpai...!"

Kita-san was already moved to tears.

"If we can add another guitar, our vocal range can become wider, and the sales burden can be divided into four."

Ms. Yamada pointed out it with four fingers.

"You should speak more tactfully!"

Actually, you don’t have to fight for Kita-san’s grievances against Ichichi. Isn’t she very happy...

"Ah... I also want to make music with Kita-san...

Because...because I know Kita-san really likes the band.

Do you want... do you want to try to join the ending band again? It's much more fun to play together than... than to play alone alone..."

Faced with Goto-san's embarrassment, Kita-san just tilted his head and smiled softly:
Chapter completed!