Yu Xian was too relaxed to put on his sunglasses, so he could not escape the fate of being recognized.
The reason for not wearing sunglasses is simple.
He wants to see the beautiful and real Yukiko anytime and anywhere.
Rather than an illusory scene seen through brown lenses.
Although he was wearing a black mask and his nose and lips were tightly covered, he could not hide the natural nobility he exuded when he walked.
Among them, there is also the reason for Miyamoto Yukiko.
Especially, Yukiko Miyamoto has been holding his hand.
Her pure beauty has a strong appeal to passers-by.
After meeting her, there will always be people who can't help but put their eyes on Yu Xian's innocent body.
"Is Yu Xian really a child?" The young lady carrying a wooden sword bag suppressed her excitement.
In order to prevent her from raising her voice louder, Yuxian Zhisheng made a silencing gesture and nodded gently to her.
"It's true!" Miss Kendo's whole body was filled with excitement.
How do fans feel when they meet their idols on the road?
How to evaluate?
Thank you for the invitation. I am in Mount Tsukuba and just got off the plane...
Hmm, of course that won't be the case.
The Kendo lady frantically touched her pocket, but she didn't bring any paper with her in advance. She stretched out her white sleeves and said, "Can you sign here, please? Please!"
Yuxian nodded and took out a pen from his pocket.
I didn't sign it properly the first time.
A pool of blue ink smudged the sleeves.
He shook off the ink and signed it a second time. This time it was perfect.
"Here, sorry." He pointed at the ink stain and said.
"It's okay, it's okay! This is even more unique! Thank you!" Momono Qiuye took off her white shirt excitedly, wearing only the short-sleeved shirt with the cat printed on it.
She folded the shirt and put it into the wooden knife bag, holding the wooden knife in her hand.
The waitress who had been observing for a long time couldn't help but come forward, bowed slightly, took out a pen and paper, and asked Yu Xian to sign on it.
"I will wait for your channel to start broadcasting during my break." She implored, "Please sign here."
While Yuzuru was signing autographs for the waitress, Momano Akiha suddenly remembered something. She looked around and realized that she seemed to have forgotten something.
Although it's not important, I just forgot something.
"Well, can you please not tell anyone about what happened to me today?" Yu Xian raised his head and stared into Momano Qiuye's eyes.
"No! Please don't worry about this!" Bai Naoqiuye patted her chest hard, the expression on her face was the simplicity unique to people in the ancient town.
"Um...can you please come and visit our kendo hall?" After walking a few steps away, Momano Akiko was still following behind like a follower.
This is the downside of being famous.
If an ordinary person is followed by a beautiful sister, he will be so happy that he can't sleep. When he goes home, he might write a light novel "Youth Love Starts with Following". It's a dream start, and the first order is over 10,000.
But Yu Xian just wanted to go shopping with Miyamoto Yukiko and felt bored.
"I don't have time to visit today, I will definitely do it next time." Yu Xian took off his mask and said to her with a smile.
Yukiko Miyamoto was already familiar with every expression of his, and she didn't find it surprising.
But in the eyes of such ordinary fans, his smile is no different than the spring breeze blowing on his cheeks.
"Hi! Please come next time!" Momano Qiuye bowed happily.
The waitress was very honest. She ran away as soon as she got the autograph. She must have been busy showing off.
Passed the corner of the street.
Yuxian Zhisheng and Miyamoto Yukiko met and held hands again.
Previously, when the Kendo lady came over, Miyamoto Yukiko took the initiative to let go of his hand, as if she didn't know him at all, and walked forward by herself.
This was something the two of them had discussed long ago.
If you stay where you are with him, there might be some scandal.
Miyamoto Yukiko didn't want to cause trouble to him.
This time, Yu Xian, a naive child, wore sunglasses and a mask honestly.
"Youngster, you are so popular."
Miyamoto Yukiko looked at the street shops on both sides and said softly, "You can be recognized in a small place like this. If you walk on the streets of Tokyo, there will definitely be more women like them who will come to ask for your autograph."
Yu Xian's child didn't answer.
He could smell a hint of vinegar.
But there is no doubt that what Yukiko said is right.
He is currently a high-profile top player, with a large proportion of female fans.
Yuxian Zhisheng suddenly remembered a variety show he once watched.
A young lady who was taking pictures with her mobile phone said disdainfully: "Who is this? He can pretend so well. He takes so many people with him when he goes out. Damn it, has he made any contribution to society?"
Then one second later.
A groundhog-like voice: "Wow! Jay! Jay!"
"ah--!
Oh my God, Jay Chou!
!”
...
Lunch was at a local restaurant.
After lunch, the two went shopping at a specialty store.
Yu Xian, a young student, bought some specialty snacks and planned to bring them back to Kazuki Sawano and his classmates.
On the way back, I passed by the kendo gym again, and there was the sound of wooden swords hitting each other, as well as the sounds of men and women rushing to kill each other.
Yuxuan looked at the signboard of the kendo gym called "Tenshin-ryu" and suddenly thought of the "One-kick-ryu" kendo of the Miyamoto family.
"Yukiko, who is better between the Tenshin-ryu and the Ipikachi-ryu?" Yu Xian asked naively.
"Well, I can't say for sure." Yukiko Miyamoto swallowed the glutinous rice sticks in her mouth. "There is no distinction between ancient swordsmanship schools and it mainly depends on the user's own strength."
Miyamoto Yukiko also looked over, "But the one-hit style passed down by my grandfather is very strong. This is probably one of the reasons why he can defeat all Tokyo Kendo gyms."
"I want to learn." Yu Xian said naively.
"I really wanted to teach you this before, but if you want to become an idol, there is no need to learn this." Miyamoto Yukiko said, "Here, open your mouth."
Yuxian pulled down his mask and opened his mouth. Miyamoto Yukiko pinched rice sticks and stuffed them into his mouth.
Her hands were covered in frosting and she sucked her fingers.
"It can be used for self-defense. If you want to be the number one in Tokyo, it's not enough to be the champion of the Starlight Awards. Maybe you can also give it a try in the Japanese Kendo Competition." Yuzuru said while chewing the food.
Yukiko Miyamoto smiled.
Kendo and the entertainment world are like classicism and modernism, they are on opposite sides and are very different.
Regardless of age, I have yet to hear of any player who dares to cross such a huge gap.
By the way, he seemed to think it would be easy to win the Starlight Awards. He had said this more than once, and she, who was still skeptical, was almost convinced.
"Just learn some simple moves to defend yourself."
Miyamoto Yukiko rubbed his head and said, "Learning swordsmanship requires a lot of hardship. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is painful to the bones along the way."
"If learning kendo allows me to spend more time with you and experience the path you took in the past, I won't find it hard." Yu Xian said naively.
"When the time comes, you can make your decision." Yukiko Miyamoto said softly.
She thought of the difficult and thorny road in the past and shook her head in her heart.
...
After returning to the hotel, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon. Because Miyamoto Yukiko would stay for two more days, she did not check out.
Yu Xianzhisheng called Sawano Kazuki and asked him to pick him up.
After hanging up the phone, he picked up the towel and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
On the bed, Yukiko Miyamoto was packing the clothes in his suitcase.
He doesn't know how to fold clothes, so he just crumples them into a ball and stuffs them into a box.
Miyamoto Yukiko took out the clothes one by one, folded them neatly, and put them in the suitcase. When Yu Xian was a child, she was still clumsy in folding clothes, but now she can fold them quickly and well.
While taking a bath, Yuxian sang a song by Aaron Kwok, the King of Asia.
"The wind blew the road so long that every particle was swaying."
“I wish I could find someone to go shopping with me, but I’ll sleep on the street when I’m tired.”
Singing and dancing, water splashed on my arms: "I can love you endlessly, every day, every month, every year, forever..."
"Children, what are you talking about?" Yukiko Miyamoto's voice came from outside the bathroom.
"Nothing!" Yu Xian stopped dancing and washed his body honestly.
"I'm going out to buy something, you wait for me at the hotel." Miyamoto Yukiko said.
Yu Xian responded naively, and after walking out, there was a suitcase on the bed, the clothes were folded neatly, and the clothes and socks to be worn in the afternoon were placed on the outside.
He used a hair dryer to dry his hair, took his clothes and put them on. There was the fragrance of Yukiko on them.
It should have been folded in her arms.
He took out a pen and paper from his schoolbag, wrote a paragraph, folded it and put it on the table.
Miyamoto Yukiko came back soon and handed a bottle of something to Yu Xianzhisheng.
It is the special product of Mount Tsukuba, ‘Toad Oil’.
This oil, like safflower oil, is very effective in treating injuries caused by bruises.
Although it was sent a little early, it proved that her heart was shaken.
He is the only successor of One-kick-style Kendo still alive in the world. If he can pass it on to him, will he see the glory of One-kick-style Kendo once again becoming the number one in Tokyo Kendo?
She didn't dare to think about it.
However, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
...
Around four o'clock in the afternoon, Sawano Kazuki's car parked outside the hotel.
Miyamoto Yukiko stood at the window on the second floor and waved to him gently.
As the car drove away, she smiled and shed tears silently.
The car merged into traffic and entered the Kanto Expressway.
Yu Xian looked at the approaching Tokyo Bridge and suddenly felt that he was back on the battlefield.
Silent power struggles, public performances one after another, are all waiting for me, but I am getting further and further away from the pure white gentle land.
The sunset hangs on Tokyo Bridge.
Tokyo Tower emits a blue light.
He stretched out his hand, like the Great Gatsby, to grab the light, as if he wanted to hold it in his hand.
It was already eight o'clock in the evening when we returned to the Inseido Hotel.
Yu Xian was lying on the bed, turned on his phone, and a bunch of missed calls and text messages popped up.
While in the car, Kazuki Sawano told him the results of his second public performance. Although his performance was excellent, he did not obtain the Super S Star Badge, only the S Rank.
Although the S-class was already very good, and there were only two S-classes in one venue, Kazuki Sawano still felt very sorry and couldn't bear to accept it for him.
Yu Xian's naive thought it was nothing.
I know some of the reasons myself.
Unlike the last time "Baby" and other songs became famous for one person, these two "Rain" are still more niche, the performance effect is not that great, and the spread is not wide.
Especially the second song "Rain", the stage effect was very good, but the audience didn't know Takashi Aoi's life experience, so the emotion was not that strong and they thought it was just an ordinary stage performance.
Yuxian Zhisheng had his own reasons for choosing this song.
This is a very healing song. The life experience of Aoi Tazora is very similar to that of Hui Fukase, the lead singer of the band The End of the World. They both experienced campus bullying. Later, Hui Fukase met a precious person who said to him, "No matter how big it is,
As long as we move forward hand in hand, we will definitely win.
Yuxian Zhisheng hoped that the poor little girl could live a happy life, so he promised her his hug.
But these are not important anymore.
What happened was finalized forever and no one could change it. He and Xuezi spent two wonderful days, and he was sincerely happy for it.
There is no one happier than him in this world.
Just as I was thinking this, Miyamoto Yukiko called.
"Have you arrived at the hotel?" Miyamoto Yukiko asked.
"Here we are." Yu Xian said naively.
The two listened to each other's breathing and laughed in unison.
"Oh, by the way, did you read the note on the table?"
"Not yet, I want to take it to the mountain to see tomorrow." Miyamoto Yukiko replied.
"You don't have to wait until tomorrow, you can watch it tonight." Yu Xian said softly, "Xuezi, wait a minute, turn on the TV and watch my channel."
"Huh? Do you still want to perform so late?" Yukiko Miyamoto asked in surprise.
Yu Xian smiled and nodded, said "Stay tuned", and then hung up the phone.
I called Itakura, who quickly came over with a camera.
"Are you really going to start broadcasting at this time?" Itakura felt unbelievable.
"It's time to broadcast it." Yu Xian smiled innocently, "Tell them I'm back."
He disappeared for two days, and various speculations began to spread in the news on the Internet. Since the show was not broadcast on Sunny Day, fans were also looking forward to it, and the women were a little upset because they could not see his performance.
"Where is it broadcast?" Itakura asked.
"Right here." Yu Xian picked up the guitar in the room and sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
...
Kaoru Nagisa Sakura had just taken a shower and was sitting on the sofa, playing games on her mobile phone boredly.
Suddenly, the TV that was on standby turned on the green light for the subscription channel signal.
Kaoru Nagisa Sakura glanced at it, froze, and then rubbed her eyes.
Real or fake?
Will Yu Bao’s channel be launched at this time?
Are you not dreaming?
He has never officially performed on an election day. The last time he performed cello, he was invited by a student from Sammi Painting to perform.
Suddenly, Natsukawa Seko's phone rang.
Kaoru Nagisa Sakura pressed the answer button.
"Hey! Xiaoxun, turn on the TV quickly, Yu Bao's channel is on." Natsukawa Seko's voice was ecstatic.
"I saw it, I saw it!" Kaoru Nagisa Sakura turned over from the sofa and quickly turned on the TV.
It's not just her.
At this time, all the households in Tokyo who subscribed to Yuzuru's young children's channel noticed the light of the signal sign, and the channel signals converged into star points, just like the forest of fireflies that day.
