Reincarnation Band Magician

The other party was a little alert. "Can you explain it more clearly?"

"Um... is that Aunt Yukari? Shigaraki mentioned that I'm here now... and I happened to remember how good our friendship was, so I came over to check on her. It's nothing special, I just wanted to say hello..."

Knowing the home address made Nagasaki's mother feel relieved.

"It's my elementary school classmate. Sorry, she's transferred here too. Because of the change in school district, Soyo has transferred to Tsuki no Mori. Do you need me to pass on the message?"

It seemed that she also transferred schools midway and now wanted to visit her classmates.

"Ah, no, sorry to bother you!"

Didn't listen much, ran away, escaped shamefully.

Calm down and collect the information.

The amount of information is a bit overwhelming.

It seems that it was Nagasaki who did not attend her school and moved away before elementary school, so she did not get into the car accident.

Although he was no longer the person she knew, the good boy Yili was also happy about it.

Qing in this world is studying in Tsuki no Mori. That's great! Even she knows about that school for young ladies...

Wait, Missy's School?

Isn't that a girls' school?!

Goto Ichiri was in great shock.

"Mutation... No, this is Steins;Gate's choice..."

Transformed into abstract lines.

Finally, with the intention of putting an end to this trip, she came there aimlessly.

The information I searched for said that because it is a school for young ladies, the school is quite strict. The spring break is delayed for a few days to rehearse and prepare for the annual welcome activities. It is a busy school.

Yili, who had burned up all the energy of the first half of his life in the past two days, huddled at the door, waiting for school to end.

Finally, she saw the man in the crowd.

Brown hair, blue eyes, friendly temperament, huge treasure chest...

He is a person who is very similar to Ryo, but also different.

Goto Ichiri, who has a normal sexual orientation and does not take meal replacements, let it go and calmly treated the man as a stranger, which was calmer than any result she had expected.

At this moment, there was a twisted joy mixed with sadness.

Her friend was indeed dead, but in this world, she was the only one who had her friend's memories.

So Qing belongs to her!

She wants to move on with the memories of her best friend and bring everything Qing has into the future!

Back to this rainy night.

In the dim light, the framed portrait was placed at the head of the bed in the bedroom, ready for burning incense on festivals and memorial days, and for kneeling and praying on ordinary days.

Goto Ichiri looked at his phone again.

The messages sent in the past two days have received responses.

[That's great! I also want to have a boyfriend as gentle as that.]

[Guitar Hero's boyfriend, is he good at playing musical instruments too?]

"Hey hey hey..."

Goto Ichiri touched the photo frame on the bedside and smiled happily.

At the door, the three of them quietly withdrew their heads, looked at each other, and shook their heads at each other.

The condition has become more serious.

……

PS: Surprise attack!

My ears started to hurt, so I wrote for a while. Now it feels better, so I go to sleep.

A short break on the journey: 230, deceased husband

Out of concern for his daughter and the need to protect himself from the complex information on the Internet, Mr. Naoki Goto sometimes helps manage the account after the popularity of "Guitar Hero" increases.

I have mentioned this to my daughter about launching advertising, daily operations, dealing with some extreme remarks, etc., but the advertising expenses were kept hidden for the time being as a surprise.

In this Internet age, fewer and fewer people are willing to show their online accounts, follow content, and express their opinions to their families, so Mr. Goto has always been proud of his family harmony.

Lately, it seems like my eldest daughter... seems to have forgotten that this is a family account?

Look at what my daughter said a few days ago:

[Lucky! I got a confession today. The guy is gentle and handsome, with brown hair and blue eyes.]

Did Qing know he confessed his love to you? Did he tell you in a dream?

By the way, on the day the message was sent, Mr. Goto took a leave of absence to ask for an amulet.

My boyfriend started practicing bass for me. His finger rolling is so cool!

【Happy birthday together! 】

You should provide a picture.jpg

Because it was his daughter's private matter and it was embarrassing to talk about it, Mr. Goto Naoki did not read it carefully and did not notice the following comments:

【? 】

[Have you mentioned your boyfriend before? It's so sudden.]

This is the band!

[It was mentioned in the very first practice video.]

[Blessings, but it is really sudden. I think the above is confused with another blogger, Mandela Mandela.]

【Isn’t it called the Black Mamba Effect? ​​】

【When did I comment? 】

Then the topic went off track, with all sorts of jokes and abstract internet jargon, as well as questionable comments from a few accounts.

What should I say about my daughter...

There were too many things to do after dating, right? But there was no progress like kissing or hugging at all. Anyone with a little common sense would think that this was not right.

Going forward, earlier statements were even more bizarre, with phrases like "I went to KTV with 20 friends today and the performance blew them away."

They will be mistaken for primary school students at first glance, which is equivalent to calling for 40 people and a 1000 square kilometer industrial park for a gang fight.

Quite a few people took it as a joke, while others took it as a joke about the stereotype of band members - smoking, drinking and partying, and rock and roll being the universal excuse.

The few who asked the question seriously were also overwhelmed by the news. In the end, they all laughed and gave formulaic replies. I guess no one believed it, right?

After all, I am a technical blogger, these are not worth paying attention to.

Mr. Naoki Goto never exposed this matter, and the most important reason was that his daughter had no friends.

Correction: There are no living friends.

Now there is no need to worry about being exposed, the possibility of being discovered is almost zero.

A person without social interaction will not die socially.

Is this why she becomes more and more weird?

"It would be great if Xiaoqing was still here. At least she could have taught her some common sense."

After quietly returning to the room, his wife Michiyo couldn't help but sigh like this.

"Yili seemed to be looking for Xiaoqing's things at school a few days ago..."

They are not sure whether their daughter can understand death now, but they are sure that even a child would be very sad to lose a friend.

Not to mention, this is my only friend.

The couple recalled several parent-teacher conferences and the first day of school when they saw the child.

He was also a lonely child, but it was not because of his personality. It seemed to be because of his family and he had conflicts with people in the class.

He didn't become extreme because of this. He even cared about and looked after a dark classmate like Yili. He was definitely a gentle and good kid.

The Nagasaki lady was also very impressive, as she was clearly working so hard.

The more I think about it, the more regrettable it becomes.

"Sigh... Let Yili put the portrait in the living room later."

"no problem?"

Goto Naoki nodded. "Putting it somewhere conspicuous can also help relieve your emotions. That's what the book says. It's not good to be alone and depressed."

Michiyo pointed to Ichiri's room, "I'm talking about relationships, dear."

"I feel a little sorry for Qing, and for Yili... cough! But our daughter may... take it seriously for the rest of her life."

"Then I'll look for the incense burner."

"Wait, in this case, let's prepare the ceremony, something a little more formal, and pray for Xiaoqing."

The wife wiped her eyes sadly and nodded vigorously.

Not quite sure what his parents were talking about, Goto Jiri tilted his head while holding the dog.

Brother Qing, what's wrong?

But judging by the expressions of my parents, it seems to be a good thing.

So she raised her hand in agreement.

A father who was once obsessed with band culture, a somewhat confused mother who often had amazing ideas, and an overly lively little daughter.

The Goto family is very special.

……

The next day.

It was still raining in the morning, but it was much lighter, a drizzle, as if mist was dispersing.

Its function here is to add to the sadness of parting and express the reluctance to part with friends.

Goto Ichiri had not slept enough, and was picked up by his mother in a state of blankness and confusion.

The pink sportswear was taken off and replaced with a black kimono. Magnetic pearl earrings were worn, and the hair was carefully combed and tied up. The yellow and blue square hair accessories were taken off and placed on the table. There were no extra decorations.

"Eh?"

It was a completely vegetarian breakfast. On the table, she noticed that her father, mother, and sister were all dressed in black. Even the dog Jimmy Hen looked a little serious.

After dinner, she tidied herself up again, and then her mother handed her a photo frame.

Mr. Goto, who has photography skills, was taking photos of his daughter before the parent-teacher meeting at junior high school. He captured the child with her mother, who was smiling and looked very friendly. He took a temporary photo of the photo early in the morning.

The effect is much better than my daughter's.

Goto Ichiri held the heavy photo frame in a daze.

"Eh?"

The small table was filled with offerings such as fruits and snacks. After the "portrait" was in place, Mr. Goto lit incense, handed it to his daughter, and taught her how to put it in the incense burner.

Perhaps it was because he imagined that his daughter would really have to face this kind of thing in the future, at this moment, the old father couldn't help but burst into tears.

Michiyo also covered her eyes with the sleeves of her kimono and sobbed softly.

"Eh?"

So, after sitting quietly for a while, the father told his daughter the purpose of doing this.

"I don't know where Xiaoqing's home is. You didn't attend the farewell ceremony. Mom and I know you're sad. We're saying goodbye here. You must be strong in the future. Qing will be watching over you from heaven."

“Eh…ah.”

Goto Ichiri stared at the portrait blankly and finally couldn't help but shed tears.