Tokyo: Who would still fall in love after being spoiled?

Chapter 27 Let Us Swear by the Mississippi River

"Can we record the test rounds here?"

"Just tell us clearly what the recording will be used for and keep a backup copy at our music store."

"My teacher taught me that a good piano is like a pianist's closest lover, so I want to choose carefully and send a copy of the video to my teacher for reference before making a decision."

In the lobby of Chione Music Store, Inoue was making up stories with great emotion.

"Yes, sure." The salesperson smiled politely and nodded in agreement. "It's up to you."

"Thank you."

Before entering the store, he had already looked through the selection of participating songs.

Chopin 10-10 is not within the selection range, most of them are Beethoven, which may be related to the organizer's preferences or the audience they want to attract.

It's hard for him, as he has to spend more points to learn one more song.

In addition, the system does not provide an intermediate option, and Lv.3 seems to be the level of an ordinary high school student. It is not certain to be in the top three, so you have to buy Lv.5.

Well, just think of it as playing a web development game with ten times the rebate.

He was about to ask the clerk to help record the video with his mobile phone, but he saw two other clerks bringing professional video and audio equipment from somewhere.

The service is really comprehensive, but it's a pity that he doesn't plan to buy...

He had just looked at the prices. The cheapest one cost seven figures, which was enough to make him vomit after eating Family Ramen.

【Product value assessment completed】

Sonata in A-flat major, Op. 26, Fourth Movement, Piano Performance – 2500 points (Proficient) / 6000 points (Fully Mastered)

The prices for different songs aren't fixed...

[Product Purchase: "Sonata in A-flat Major, Op. 26, Fourth Movement, Piano Performance (Lv. 5)"]

-6000 points

[Points balance: 5500]

I hope there are no other piano pieces that need to be purchased.

He digested the dizziness that surged into his mind, found a medium-priced piano, sat down, relaxed his posture, and began to play.

Complete mastery and proficiency are two completely different levels.

Even though he had never learned piano, considering that he tried his best in his previous life but was unable to produce a painting that could be assessed as Level 5 by the system, a Level 5 piano performance definitely exceeded the performance expected for a contestant of his age.

You need to hold back a bit - it's not difficult to do this, and if you have enough skill, you can do subtraction as you please.

He finished the three-minute performance at what he thought was a level of just Lv.4, put his fingers away, and smiled at the clerk.

"complete."

"Very impressive..." the clerk clapped and praised with a smile.

The smile on his face showed so much trace of training that it was impossible to tell whether it was real or fake.

He stood up from the piano and was recommended by the clerk to try other pianos. After declining, he waited in the store for the video data to be copied from the recording equipment.

"Excuse me, may I ask which school you are attending now?"

"School?" He was fiddling with his phone. When he heard the question, he casually opened a forum related to Tokyo High School that he had downloaded before entering the first grade and had never opened since then.

Select the deviation value sort and scroll down two pages: "Qingqiu High School."

"Qingqiu... High School..." The clerk fell into thought, then quickly realized something. His eyes lit up and his tone became lighter. "It's the high school that the young lady transferred to... No wonder."

A young lady? The daughter of a company related to the piano store?
What an unfortunate coincidence...it's difficult to deal with.

Lying caused trouble.

"Students from Qingqiu High School can enjoy some discounts if they come to buy a piano..."

His feelings did not show on his face, and the clerk did not ask him any more questions as he expected. Instead, he continued to promote the product.

10% discount, free lifetime tuning and maintenance service, escort to the designated address, priority notification and invitation to competitions and concerts sponsored by Chione... As expected of a professionally trained man, he was almost tempted by what he heard.

It took nearly ten minutes to copy a video, and the cooperation with the sales clerk was seamless.

He got the video file on the pretext of going home to discuss it with his teacher, broke free from the salesman's control, and ran away.

On the train back to the boarding house, he uploaded the video and received an automatic reply email indicating that his registration was successful. He glanced at Line again and saw that Amano still had not agreed to his friend request.

He changed the note for the last time - [I am a mentally ill person from Amei Liao] and resent it.

Five minutes later, the application was approved.

[Amano: Where is Ame-ryo?]
[Inoue: Dabeishan, Kaji Haraji Town, Sakyo-ku, Kyoto. ]
In fact, it does not exist in reality.

[Inoue: Do you want to go?]
[Amano: I want to report them. Why would they allow a mentally ill person who hasn't recovered yet to escape without permission?]
[Inoue: I'm kidding. Actually, you can find a private library called "Komura Library" in Takamatsu City, Kagawa Prefecture, Shikoku. Ask the library manager to take you to a small cabin in the forest.]
Inoue continued to make up stories impatiently. He was bored and had a good time killing time.

[Inoue: Follow the path outside the hut and go deeper.]
[......]
Suddenly, Amano interrupted him.

[Amano: Are there two soldiers guarding the entrance?]
“…” Inoue suddenly felt bored.

You've clearly seen it before but you still pretend not to understand... How abominable.

The purity and cuteness of a normal high school girl can't be faked just by pretending, Amano-san.

[Amano: End of small talk, what do you want to talk to me about? Also, where did you get Line?]
[Inoue: I also participated in the contest this weekend; Cybertronians' telepathy.]
[Inoue: Prepare your loser's declaration of defeat!]
Turn off your phone, the tram is shaking, the street lights are dim outside the window, and the night sky is dotted with stars.

The clock hands quietly passed nine o'clock in the evening as the tram moved on.

He rushed out of the station, carrying the backpack and drawing board he had carried all the way, and headed towards the grocery store where Taketa worked.

……

"So late! Master Inoue isn't going back to the boarding house tonight?"

There were not many customers in the grocery store. Takeda, who was fully armed (mask, ponytail, baseball cap, long sleeves and trousers), was lying at the front desk in a daze. When he saw that it was him entering the store, he stood up.

"Same beer and cigarettes as last time."

"Ah..." Takeda slumped back over the front desk, not trying to hide his disgust. "Just come with me over the wall."

They are completely different from the clerks in the music store just now. I wonder how much they earn per hour.

"Your painting." He took the watercolor he had spent two days on from the album. "Delete the recording."

"You're kidding," Takeda crossed his arms on the table, rested his chin on the middle, narrowed his eyes and smiled at him, "Actually, I didn't record it at that time."

"..."

"I'm an ordinary person, as innocent as a white rabbit! How could I do such a thing?"

"Pure and good?" He wanted to destroy the painting on the spot.

Ding--

Suddenly, a timed reminder sounded beside me.

"Ah! My free lunch box is hot~~" Takeda immediately perked up, put on heat-insulating gloves, and took out a plastic-boxed instant lunch box from the microwave oven next to him, which was supposed to be provided to customers.

The product label has not been removed and the date is just over 24 hours old.

"Really!" She opened her lunch box, pulled out a pair of disposable bamboo chopsticks from the side, tapped them twice, pointed them at the ceiling, and said seriously, "I can swear by the Mississippi River!"

"Where is the Mississippi River?" He curled his lips, without any hope.

"How would I know……"

Takeda responded indifferently, picked up a piece of pork chop that was probably drizzled with barbecued pork sauce, and stuffed it into his mouth.

“Hahahahaha, it’s so hot!”

"..."

"Hey, are you hungry? Here are two more..."

(End of this chapter)