After school campus.

With the accompaniment of the guitar, the singing slowly flowed in a corner of the club building.

Beiyuan Nanfeng's voice is actually quite nice and clean.

Although he had not learned vocal music systematically.

But he is barely talented, plus his previous life experience.

He still sang the feeling of this song in the early stage.

Ethereal and poetic, with a little inexplicable sadness.

"The servant died and thoughts. (I thought about it once, I thought about it and it was over)"

"Birthday of Apricot flowers (because the apricot flowers bloom on the birthday)"

Beiyuan Nanfeng hummed softly with his memory.

In the quiet community classroom, music flows slowly.

I originally wanted to say something to tease him, Mr. Watanabe opened his mouth slightly.

Listen to his singing.

Gradually silent.

I want to make fun of it but can't speak.

far away.

Iwai Kuro, who looked down at the book, raised his head slightly, and with the obstruction of his glasses, he glanced at the Nanfeng of Kitahara from the corner of his eyes.

The expression was a little surprised.

“…”

"Bashibashi (bicycle with rusty arch bridge discarded)"

"In front of the Kizuki Station (stands in front of the warmer of the Kizuki Station)"

Gradually.

The south wind in the north land began to accelerate.

Whether it is the accompaniment or the singing.

The sound gradually became louder.

And slowly reached its climax.

"Tomorrow is を分るならToday is を分なら(If you want a better tomorrow, you must take action)"

"Separate かってるかってるけれど—(I know I know but-)"

"The servant died and thoughts. (I thought of it once, I thought of it too long)"

"The heart is empty (because the heart has been hollowed out long ago)"

The sound of the north wind in the north was suddenly raised.

Because I haven't trained.

It's a bit broken.

But for some reason, the slight sound breaking adds a sense of stunning.

Let the emotions explode.

It looks more contagious.

Teacher Watanabe suddenly trembled slightly, and couldn't help but lift his left hand, rubbing his arm gently, with goose bumps on it.

Iwai's fingers that turned the pages of the page couldn't help but pause.

Yui Miyata stared at Kitahara Nanfeng in a daze.

After the roar.

The accompaniment slowed down again.

The solo of the North Yuan and South Wind makes the whole song seem empty.

Three women attending the audience.

My mood gradually calmed down again.

Beiyuan Nanfeng finished singing the second half of this song.

For Watanabe Teacher.

Listen to this song.

It seems like listening to the north and south wind slowly talk about the past.

With determination and reluctance, even begging, even though life is stagnant, I can only hold back and laugh it off between missing myself and challenging myself.

In fact, both versions of the song "I thought about the end of the whole world" are quite good.

However, Mika Nakajima's version has more accompaniment, as if telling everyone that there is still noisy around them and that the world is still running. The beautiful melody world is so beautiful. To live hard is a struggle with the present.

The version of the songwriter Hiro Akita version makes the whole song more empty and calmer, but it is particularly strong when it explodes, and it feels like you want to finish it but want to live well.

Hoarseness is exhausted, every word is bloody.

Yui Miyata looked at Kitahara Nanfeng with his guitar on his back and blinked.

No one made a sound during the entire performance.

The three of them listened quietly in the Qingyin section.

The song is over.

Kitahara Nanfeng stopped, breathed a sigh of relief, took the pick away, looked at Watanabe Teacher and Miyata Yui: "How is it?"

Teacher Watanabe came to her senses first. She looked at Kitahara Nanfeng with a strange look. After the turmoil in her heart gradually subsided, she spoke, "I really know, and it's not heavy metal music."

"What are you doing? Do you want to listen to heavy metal? You will compensate for the guitar. If you don't smash the guitar, there is no feeling of heavy metal. But I don't have money."

“No need.”

Teacher Watanabe smiled, "The teacher has no money, he wants to save money as a dowry, and..."

Speaking of this.

She paused, took a step forward, came to Beiyuan Nanfeng, stretched out her hand and rubbed his hair, and then said, "Don't destroy the excellent impression I finally had of you. My student with the worst reputation is so talented behind his back."

"Tsk."

Beiyuan Nanfeng showed a disgusting expression and moved backwards.

My head was rubbed by my elder sister and teacher, and my mood was a little delicate.

After all, by psychological age.

He is actually older than Mr. Watanabe in front of him.

However, Mr. Watanabe didn't know about this, and still put his hand on his head. After joking, he suddenly said seriously: "In addition, just come out, and you can't have the idea of ​​seeking death again in the future.

The biggest failure in life is that you don’t have the courage to live, remember this for me.”

She obviously misunderstood.

I thought the north and south wind sang my own mood.

Although the north and south winds were singed by the previous life, they were slightly affected by the previous life.

But in fact, he didn't invest much emotion.

"Don't touch my head, it's just a song."

Beiyuan Nanfeng moved to the side in disgust and completely got rid of her hand.

"Don't be shy, the teacher is encouragement."

"unnecessary."

The north plain south wind looked to the other side.

Then he met Yui Miyata again.

Miyata Yui, who was staring at him, came to her senses.

Immediately gave him a thumbs up.

Then take out the note that had been prepared long ago.

It says.

"Enter the Ministry."

"There are only three people in Qingyin's body?" Beiyuan Nanfeng was a little moved, thought for a while, and asked.

Actually, it’s the main thing that he just debugged the guitar and became interested. Suddenly, he felt that the music club was actually quite interesting.
To be continued...