Zongman: Kulaixiku, resurrection!

"so many people……"

"Hold the microphone steady, I paid a deposit."

Akihabara is worthy of being the holy land of otaku, and Neon is worthy of the outside world's evaluation as a major country in the two-dimensional world.

The crowded pedestrian street, with otakus out shopping, idols in their stage costumes, bloggers shooting videos, cosplayers in various costumes and foreign tourists who come here to visit, fills this small piece of land and steel forest.

Standing in front of the subway station square, Kashiwa Sanhui and Aine, who had rented a violin, guitar, microphone and sound equipment, stood next to the flower bed and even felt a little constrained in their movements.

There are so many people!

"Oh, look over there, Ke-chan. A two-meter-tall mecha. There's someone inside, and it's electric?"

"It's neither human nor electric. It's just a model."

"Oh—Ke-chan, look over here. I know the character this handsome guy is cosplaying. He's the protagonist from Yakuza, right?"

"He was just a passing office manager who happened to be wearing a white suit."

Chihaya Aine seems to be a bit of a partygoer. In this situation where even Kashiwa Miki feels a bit embarrassed, Aine is still in the mood to take photos with others and chat.

It really deserves to be called Yangjiao.

"Stop running around, Aine, and tune up your guitar."

"All right--"

The speakers are fine; the guitar is fine; then I plug my USB drive into the portable speakers, and the drum beats, lead guitar and keyboard are also fine.

"I'll send you the music score and lyrics via email as you may need them later. Please study them carefully." Kashiwa Sanhui said to Deng, who was a little stage-frightened, and Aine, who was not stage-frightened but a little too excited.

……

"Good afternoon, meow meow~ This is Meow Mengqin's live broadcast channel~"

On the streets of Akihabara, a girl who looks very similar to Takamatsu Deng, but with a more mature figure and clothing style, is live-streaming her experiences on her mobile phone screen.

"Today, Meow Mengqin went to Qiuyeyuan to play. It was super lively here, and the people here are very cute."

The screen circled around the Akihabara intersection, and comments such as "So beautiful", "So lively", and "I want to come and play too" floated by, occupying a large area of ​​the live broadcast interface.

"Today, I won't be introducing makeup to you all. Meow Mengqin is going to give you a challenge."

"Meow Mengqin is actually practicing a musical instrument. What instrument it is~ keep it a secret for now, hehe."

"I heard there are a lot of great bands and musicians going on in Akihabara, so today, Meow Mengqin is going to do a 'Don't Clapping Challenge'!"

Turning the screen back towards her face, Yutenji Wakamugi smiled softly at the audience, pointing her finger at a street band that was passionately playing a popular song.

"Meow Mengqin will lead everyone to appreciate the performances of these amazing musicians. Meow Mengqin will try very hard not to applaud. If anyone can make Meow Mengqin applaud, then the challenge will fail."

"If I fail, Miao Mengqin will have no choice but to give that amazing musician and the twenty fans who have always supported Miao Mengqin a cosmetics set exclusively recommended by Miao Mengqin."

"I hope Meow Mengqin can succeed in the challenge, otherwise it will cost a lot of money, woo woo woo ~"

Yutenji Ruomai's live broadcast lasted for half an hour and had not yet ended, until he reached the square in front of a subway station.

"It's a pity. Miao Mengqin took everyone to visit eleven bands performing on the streets. Although they were all very good, none of them could make Miao Mengqin applaud."

"It seems that Miao Mengqin will save a lot of money~"

[This challenge is actually very unfair, right?]

[Is Miao Meng dead?]

"It's not that I have nothing to do, it's just that Miao Mengqin wants to try a different kind of challenge. If I always teach everyone how to do makeup, the fans will get tired of it, right?"

[Is there someone behind Miao Meng? I’m blocking their way.]

[Looks like a tactical guy wearing American equipment]

[No, it seems to be the real thing]

[Buhao, this is the real thing, Miaomeng, please make way!]

[Wan La, I will always cherish the memory of Miao Meng!]

[Eternal Memory x67]

"Hey, forever remembering something... what's the real deal? Meow Mengqin is a little confused... ah——"

Suddenly I felt something hit me hard, and my phone fell heavily to the ground, instantly covered with cracks.

Yutenji Ruomai almost ran headfirst into the flower bed. When she stood up awkwardly from the front of the flower bed, two tall white men wearing American tactical equipment had already walked away towards the subway station square, as if knocking Ruomai away was just a matter of convenience.

"Wow...why didn't everyone remind Miao Mengqin earlier? Luckily, only the screen of the phone was broken..."

[Who told Miao Meng not to read the comments?]

"Miao Meng's phone is so expensive, Miao Meng is going to catch up with them and ask them to compensate her!"

[There's nothing I can do, Meow Meng. Are we going to Hokkaido to ask for compensation?]

Yutenji Wakamugi still didn't read the comments and chased after him...

……

Kashiwa Sanhui, who was taking a break after a song, saw everything that just happened.

It was Deng's first street roadshow. Facing the gazes of so many passersby, he couldn't let go at all. He sat quite stiffly while performing, holding the microphone in his right hand and holding his left fist on his knee. The lead singer, Xiaomei, was very serious.

Aiyin's performance was actually much better than when she practiced with RiNG before. Both the rhythm and pitch were much more accurate.

But that's all. At least I can't do the solo or improvisation like Yili. But for someone who only spent less than two months learning guitar, it's already very impressive.

"Ke-chan, what are you looking at?"

"Those two big guys over there, I just saw them knock a girl down."

"Oh, that's terrible."

Aiyin followed Kashiwa Sanki's gaze and saw the two big white guys who knocked down Yutenji Wakami leaning against the sculpture in the square, chatting loudly. The people around them vaguely avoided the two guys, as if there was a vacuum zone.

"But there's nothing we can do about it, after all...right?"

Aiyin didn't finish her words, after all, it was one of her shameful black histories.

"At least we should disgust that guy—the lamp!"

“Ah, yes!”

"Give me the microphone and let me sing a song."

Although Kashiwa Sanhui can't do anything to redress the innocent girl, he can take this opportunity to do something he has always wanted to do.

Close to the face and open wide.

I used to have a tutor watching over me, so I couldn’t make those hellish jokes of American professors. But now that I’m out in society, no one cares about me anymore.

"okay."

Deng carefully handed the microphone to Kashiwa Miki, and at the same time a copy of the music score was transferred to Aine's mobile phone.

"Ke-chan, what is this?"

"Never mind, just follow along."

As he spoke, Kashiwa Sanhui turned up the volume of the speakers to the maximum.

"Aine, do you know what we Chinese are best at?"

"Eh, what?" Aine didn't quite understand what Kashiwa Miki meant by that.

"It's just history. We love making fun of other people's history."

He flicked the microphone with his fingernail, and the shrill noise attracted the attention of many passers-by nearby, including the two big guys.

“Goooooooood morning Vietnam!”

A strong drumbeat sounded.