After my partner 5t5 talked about cross talk, I became popular

three days later.

Lin Ye woke up early in the morning, looked at himself in the mirror, and felt stage fright for the first time before the performance.

Gojo Satoru walked over quietly, put his head on Lin Ye's shoulder naturally, and said lazily, "Morning, didn't you sleep well last night?"

"Well," Lin Ye straightened his hair like wet straw, but couldn't get a proper shape, "What about you?"

Gojo Satoru used his hand as a comb to help Lin Ye tidy up: "It's okay. Why don't you come to me when you can't sleep?"

"Isn't this afraid of affecting your sleep?" Lin Ye said perfunctorily.

The truth is, since he came back from Gojo Satoru's memory, he has never been alone with him except for training.

That hug... really had too much stamina.

"I know what you're thinking," Gojo Satoru lightly smiled, and messed up Lin Ye's hair, "I was thinking the same thing."

"Oh?" Lin Ye smiled wearily, "I'm thinking about how to save the world."

Wujo Gou hooked his lips: "Me too."

Then he took out his mobile phone, transferred to the homepage of their social account, and held it up in front of Lin Ye: "If saving the world makes you so stressed, why don't you look at these fans, just reached seven figures, far more than the world There are far fewer people.”

"You don't have to perform for the world, just for them."

"Join me, for these people, to finish the show."

Lin Ye looked at Gojo Satoru's sincere eyes and nodded.

[The following content is from Lin Ye's diary]

October 6, overcast

If there is any first impression of June 6st, it is that it was an outrageously gloomy day.The sky in Yokohama has never been so gray, and it seems to indicate that there will be a battle today.

When writing this diary, my hands are still shaking. In fact, this is the first diary I write, because this day is not only the end of one period of my life, but also the beginning of another period of my life.

Well, where do I start... why don't I write about those performances first.

But actually, it's not a big deal.

The first theater we went to, the performance was so smooth that I almost forgot that Zongsuke had a big plan.That guy Gojo Satoru and I finished the scripts one by one. He surprisingly didn’t show any baggage, and of course he didn’t insult the audience. He just said to me softly when he stepped off the stage, “Some people always It's not serious, but once you're serious, you feel very handsome, right?"

However, he forgot to turn off the microphone. This whisper first ignited all the audience at the scene at the time, and then followed the webcast to make netizens boil.Although he always insisted that he did this on purpose to make our group's popularity soar, but the redness at the base of his ears never went down that day.

Ah, I don’t know why, when I write this, I suddenly want to eat pig’s ears, um, stop for a while and ask him to make some for me.

It's time for him to learn how to cook too.

Well, it's time to talk about the second performance, which is the second largest theater in Yokohama.When the performance was overcast, I had a premonition that something bad was going to happen.

Unexpectedly, I guessed it right. As soon as the performance started, I saw a few cursed ghosts mixed into the auditorium.They wear long windbreakers and masks, just like normal humans.I knew they were waiting for the moment of truth to pop up and surprise the entire audience.

But I couldn't stop the performance suddenly. In desperation, I had to sacrifice the suona again and it made a loud noise.Although there is no lethality, those cursed ghosts (and the audience) are obviously suppressed by me, so when Yushiro and Yumeno Kusaku come over and work together to control them, there is no danger.

Oh, right.I seem to have forgotten to mention that we have temporarily reached a truce agreement with the gang at the port Mafia, and we have agreed to the outside world.But Mori Ogai seems to have always wanted to take advantage of our weakness. Of course, I didn't give him a chance, especially when I got rid of all the cursed ghosts in one go, he should have completely given up on this idea.Well, that's all for later.

If the second theater is safe and sound, the performance in the third theater can be described as ups and downs.

It was noon at that time, but the sky was always dark, and the sun could not be seen.

The theater is an open structure, which allows the audience to come and go all the time without control.

Two cursed ghosts caught the audience who left early from a hundred meters away, and I didn't know what to do at the time.Fortunately, Gojo Satoru dumped a joke about "the magic (curse) magician uses magic as a shooting star to express his love to the person he likes", and he really performed the release of the spell from his fingertips, hitting the two curses.Then Yushiro subdued them in time of crisis.

The audience thinks that our comics incorporate magic shows, but I know that's not the case.

According to him, after that scene, my face was still red.But if you ask me, it's all his fault.How can you take what you have done as a positive example and tell it in public, won't you be shy?

Thinking about it now, there should be no word shy in his dictionary.

Speaking of which... oh yes, the fourth venue.

When the performance reached the fourth venue, it was almost dark.

It was gloomy for a whole day, but I didn't expect to see the sunset suddenly in the evening.The clouds on the top of the mountain in the distance were burning red, as if they were about to fall down at any moment.

It was also in this scene that the most cursed ghosts appeared.

Zongsuke seemed to have changed his strategy. There weren't so many cannon fodders anymore, and the ones who came were tough guys.

This performance is really extremely difficult, suona, allegro, singing... Gojo Satoru even showed his dancing stunts, so we will deal with it, and Yushiro is also busy doing splits, so we give it to those restless guys Cards were pasted one by one.

Also after this incident, there were a lot of people who scolded us on the Internet, saying that we made manga neither traditional nor innovative, like a farce.

The ratings of our group also fell to the bottom at one point. Gojo Satoru comforted me and said that only when we hit the bottom will we rebound, but I am always afraid that the bottom will still be there.

The only good news is that I have accumulated a lot of "goodwill".

I can feel their non-existent existence, in my chest, limbs, beating with my heart, and flowing through the whole body with the blood.

They seem to be alive.

live inside me.

Finally, it was the last round. Due to the delays of the organizing committee in counting scores, counting votes, and allocating the final venue, it was already close to midnight in the final.

The competition system for the final was even more brutal. The remaining five groups of contestants performed at the same time in different venues and broadcast live. The audience could freely choose whose performance to watch, and the one with the highest number of real-time hits would win.

But it's not the online audience that worries me.

But off stage.

I let... Brother Kobayashi—sorry, still can't call out the word father—to move a little wrist and arrange our performance at the largest open-air stadium in Yokohama.

This is a performance that should not have an audience, but the hundreds of seats in the audience are almost full.

If anyone is reading my diary, they should have noticed that the cursed ghost that appeared before was not exorcised, but was controlled by Yushiro and Yumeno Kusaku. Where did it take it?right here.

The audience was densely packed, and all those sitting there were cursed ghosts, and the number was increasing.

When the moon is dark and the wind is high, it seems that it is also a good time for the night walk of the ghosts, and Zongsuke obviously thinks so.When he approached the gymnasium with Erha's curse, he realized that this place was carefully designed for him and the army of cursed ghosts.

I will never forget the way he was so angry that the root of his teeth itched.

He wanted to run away, but the people from Kako, Port Mafia, and the Armed Detective Agency had already sealed all the doors.And he obviously didn't want to waste too many troops here, so he simply waited patiently for the opening.

I know what he's thinking, he wants to see our cards.

That's me.

At that time, there was still half an hour before the performance officially started, and I was already so nervous backstage that I couldn't contain myself. I had never been so nervous when performing for a living person.

What's more, I don't know how to release those kindness when performing.

"To put it bluntly, follow your heart."

I remember what Gojo Satoru said at the time.

It's really vulgar, but when it comes out of his mouth, it seems... something different.

I was looking at the starry sky in the background. I shouldn't be sentimental, but suddenly, like a revolving lantern, the past half a year passed before my eyes.

Only then did I discover that Wujo Satoru occupied the most screen.

So I looked at him and asked, "What if I fail and we die?"

He thought for a long time without answering.

I thought he couldn't think of any auspicious words, but he suddenly kissed me instead.

I guess it might be because he ate too much sweets before, and his warm panting has a hint of sweetness.

That kiss lasted for a long, long time, so long that I almost wished that when I opened my eyes again, everything was over.The two of us can lie on the deck chair every day, raise a black-and-white kitten, grow vegetables, clean the attic, and bask in the sun...

But no, there are hundreds, even thousands of cursed ghosts out there waiting for us to get rid of them.

I'm here to exorcise.

Gojo Satoru seemed to sense my pressure, so he turned my head slightly, motioning me to look in the opposite direction.

It was a window, the shutters were pushed open, and I looked down at the city—

Yokohama.

She was torn apart by cold buildings and decorated with neon lights.Some people frantically want to draw energy from her wounds, but others, two cups of tea, a table of relatives and friends, get together to live their own small lives.

They are the so-called ignorant people of Zongsuke, and the so-called screws of Mori Ogai-their daily work is carefully designed by capitalists, and the information they receive every day is also deliberately selected by those in power. In the eyes, the price is also clearly marked.

However, in their short time after gossip and dinner, they belonged to themselves.what will they doMaybe turn on the TV, computer, mobile phone, watch one or two episodes of drama, watch a comic, listen to two songs...

This is the most relaxed state in their ordinary and trivial lives.

It is also me, as an artist, who can bring them one of the few sincerity.

Naturally, they didn't even know themselves, tolerated my performance, even if they were amused once, they gave me a little "goodwill" in the dark, and I preserved it.

Indeed, as Sosuke and Mori Ogai said, this city is like a machine, and everything serves the economy.But I believe that behind every light behind a huge economy, there is a stranger looking forward to a better tomorrow.

When the clock struck midnight, I suddenly remembered that in the country where I lived before, there was an art form called Tianguang Opera, which was specially performed for ghosts and gods in the middle of the night.

That's the soul of the performer prostrating devoutly - paying homage to ghosts and gods, and thanking the audience.

Thinking of this, all the tension melted away, and maybe I just had to try to do a good show for them, that's all.

So, I took Gojo Satoru's hand and walked onto the stage.