The social phobia substitute will not dream of the band girl

CHU2 was about to jump up and hit Ping Xin's knee, but his loyal dog PAREO covered his mouth. The mother in the team, LAYER, also helped to calm the small fierce dog.

"But their current fame is primarily due to their stunning performance style and professional, even super-professional, level of performance. Honestly, I often feel like you're too... too good to be true, like a noob with real money sneaking into a King of Glory tournament, only to shiver in the corner."

Ping Xin seems to be acting very badly but it doesn’t matter, everyone is laughing and that’s enough, the long-term development can only be achieved if the emotions are relaxed and tense——

After eating the sweet dates, he immediately forgot about the beating he had just received. CHU2's mood immediately calmed down and his expression changed at the speed of light. He looked at Ping Xin with his little eyes as if to say "You are not bad either", completely forgetting the fact that he wanted to bite him just now.

"Pastel*Palettes benefits from being an idol, but is also limited by it; Poppin'Party and The Ending Band have similar styles, but lack more time and a stage; Hello, Happy World! is a band that prioritizes surprise. It's cool, but don't forget you're a band; Morfonica dominates the audience of the "mature lady" crowd..."

Everyone was mentioned and praised, which is a good thing, just like the weather today. In ancient times, the prime minister discussed heroes over wine, and today, ordinary people appreciate flowers and review bands.

"The good news is that everyone is strong. The bad news is that everyone isn't strong enough... The families that ultimately dominate the world during the Warring States Period aren't necessarily the most powerful at the start. In other words, you might lose—"

Will we lose?

If someone else said this, they might just laugh it off and not care, but the person saying it was Ping Xin, who was both their teacher and friend. Therefore, they had to pay attention and give 120% or even more effort.

"This isn't a competition, it's a war, gentlemen—!"

"..."

Is he still sick?

Chapter 4000 Girls Band Warring States Period ()

"This isn't a competition, it's a war, gentlemen—!"

Everyone was speechless after hearing Ping Xin's passionate speech. You're not the impassioned mustache guy in the beer hall, and we're just ordinary middle school students. Who would understand this?

Of course, no one was surprised by Ping Xin's sudden outburst. After all, he was a bit of a maverick. If he ever claimed to be from another world or space, there would surely be plenty of people who would believe him. It was just an enemy or something...it was just a match, no need to take it so seriously, right?

Seeing the crowd's reaction, Ping Xin didn't get angry. Instead, he began to seriously explain the competition system. "The main competition of the BanG Dream competition will take place in the second half of this year. The rules are similar to previous years. The registered teams will still need to perform at designated partner livehouses in the Tokyo area, competing for one ticket per day from the audience. The final result will be determined by the number of votes received, which will qualify for the final performance."

What a simple and easy rule, thought someone present who was hearing about this for the first time.

"To ensure fairness and ensure adequate publicity, registration will close in July. This news will be visible online throughout the East Country for three months from April to July. To accommodate student holidays, the competition will officially begin in August. Even if you impulsively register in July, you still have a month to prepare.

Besides that, I also considered the financial aspect. If a team is not well-known, they can apply for qualification verification by live-streaming their performance or filming a video and sending it to an email. After a dedicated review, the company will cover the accommodation and round-trip expenses during the competition. Instrument rental is also free. If necessary, we can also arrange canteens, fast food restaurants, and practice rooms at cost price.

Even those who were used to seeing Ping Xin's lavishness could hear many gasps. After all, it was normal for a wealthy person to live lavishly, but spending so much money on someone they had nothing to do with was still hard to imagine, or even to believe. At this point, all they could do was praise him.

As expected of Tokyo's music guardian spirit!

Ping Xin's eyebrows twitched. Although he didn't feel any malice, being stared at by so many beautiful girls still made him want to run away. But then he thought about it and realized that he hadn't done many... many... things in his life. In short, he hadn't done too many bad things, so he finally stood straight.

"Of course, if that's the case, they still won't be able to defeat seeded players like you. At least that's how the world sees it, so I'm going to add another rule that's disadvantageous to you..."

Ping Xin's dark pupils swept across the crowd. Some of them disapproved, some were surprised, and some were thinking, but without exception, their eyes were full of trust, as if they knew he would definitely do this.

"After the registration closes in July, the organizers will select 7 seeded teams. I can clearly tell you right now that you're all among them... Logically, so-called seeded teams always have some privileges, or even the result of a PY trade. But I can still tell you directly that this time, aside from your promotional information being posted on the official website, you receive no privileges at all. You're even at a disadvantage according to the rules."

The expressions of familiar faces like Mitakeran, Saaya, and Tsugumi all grew serious. This was the first time that Hirayuko, always known for his fairness and professional guidance (and babysitting), had deliberately created rules that were disadvantageous to them. And if he did this, there had to be a reason. What could it be?

Instead of explaining to them in his usual friendly manner, Ping Xin continued calmly, "Unlike regular participating teams, seeded teams will be limited in the frequency and maximum number of live performances, whether participating in collaborative performances or performing independently. Furthermore, you will always be ranked last in performance schedules. If there are multiple seeded teams, they will be further sorted according to my preset rankings."

Everyone nodded thoughtfully at Ping Xin's words, but they didn't think anything of it. Instead, they felt a sense of recognition. After all, they were powerful individuals who needed to be targeted, and it was the organizers themselves who were targeting them. Wasn't that a complete show of force?

Pingxin felt a bit of a headache when he saw that everyone was completely oblivious and even wanted to eat earlier. Although he thought he could be ruthless when educating people, it seemed that he was (definitely) overprotective before. Otherwise, how could no one see the problem?

Maybe I need to intensify my study practice in the future...You Xina in the crowd suddenly shuddered, but couldn't figure out the reason.

"There is no doubt that the seeded teams will become famous because of the continuous advertising and information on the official homepage, but this also means that you will become the target of public criticism. You must have heard the saying that a tall tree attracts the wind, right?" Ping Xin said patiently.

Everyone nodded, but not all of them. Great, I guess I caught the kid who was distracted in class, even if you're drooling on the floor!

Ping Xin was hit on the head with a burst of air, and Toyama Kasumi immediately covered her forehead with her hands, tears in her eyes.

"...Let me be frank. By then, there will undoubtedly be a ton of people imitating your arrangements, lyrics, performances, and even costumes. Of course, the saying 'those who imitate me will live, those who resemble me will die' still applies. Those who completely copy you and become inferior versions will naturally be eliminated. However, those who are truly talented will grow rapidly in the semi-ideal environment I provide, using you as their role models."

After Ping Xin finished speaking this time, some people frowned, but it was obvious that he didn't understand clearly enough, so he continued, "Don't you understand yet? A group of new faces with styles similar to yours, but different, and they will perform before you every time, which means your fans will have a good chance of voting for them...

This might not seem like a big deal on its own, but what if you also allow mid-session voting? People who don't know you will likely just randomly cast their votes before you even start, as people tend to act impulsively. And your fans might even defect, influenced by the elements that newer bands have adopted from you. This means you'll not only lose a lot of potential votes, but also a high probability of losing some fans!

Ping Xin's words resonated like thunder in the ears of the girls in the band. They had never considered the deeper implications before, simply seeing the rules as rules, not even realizing where they were disadvantaged. Just like some social phenomena, unspoken rules, and even laws, people don't know why they are the way they are, and behind those thoughts may be hidden a history beyond the ordinary imagination.

After hearing Ping Xin's words, they finally reacted, and some even started talking quietly. Ping Xin was very happy to hear that they were not discussing what to eat next or where to go for spring break. It would have been even better if they were not discussing how they had offended him recently.

Is he such a stingy person?

It’s definitely not because he’s upset that few people have come to see him recently!

Absolutely not! ! !

"Ahem... In my opinion, it's natural for the strong to defeat the weak. If one only indulges in using the strong to defeat the weak, then one may never truly grow in this life—

Take martial artists for example. Breaking wooden boards, splitting tiles, and kicking down small trees with bare hands can be said to be a manifestation of strength, but can breaking one or two disposable chopsticks be considered a manifestation of strength?

The strong should shoulder more responsibilities, and even if they are burdened, they must achieve ultimate victory beautifully! "

Ping Xin's words suddenly dawned on them. Even though they still didn't understand, they at least knew they were being praised and recognized. The atmosphere suddenly brightened, and Ping Xin felt like looking up at the sky, sighing, and slapping himself in the face...

I told you not to talk too much! Where's the pressure you promised me?

"But why? If that's all, there's no need to go to this extent, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, Brother Pingxin, you don't have to spend so much money on us."

No, in fact, that little initial investment can be easily earned back... Although Pingxin really wanted to say "You misunderstood!", he kept silent and enjoyed the feeling of being respected (because he was close to others) and cared about (whether he had eaten something wrong recently).

Yes, that’s exactly what I thought!

"You can only polish raw stones with raw stones. The first thing that happens after two divine weapons are forged is that they collide with each other, and then the broken ones are sent back to the furnace for re-forging. What remains is the true, absolute talent!

This world has never lacked dark horses, dreamers, or newcomers who aspire to dethrone the rulers... This is the final [graduation test].

Kill or be killed, advance or be eliminated, this has never been a question, but something they must do. If they cannot pass the first round of auditions, they will just have to cut their own throats and start over.

You have such outstanding talent, an abundant environment and resources, a group of trustworthy teammates and respectable opponents, and even the stage is prepared for you. If you still can't produce good results, then you really should reflect on yourself!

The words in the ordinary letter brought a touch of sadness to them. Women are naturally more sensitive to the emotions of others, especially those around them. Although not as keen as when they caught their partner cheating, it wasn't much different. So they felt...

And because they felt sad about this behavior that seemed like they were making arrangements for their last affairs and drawing a line in the sand, even if they hadn't realized anything, their sixth sense had already made them feel that something was wrong.

"This isn't just any ordinary Bandoli tournament, but one that will go down in history... Besides being the first time the Hengxin Group has hosted it, this performance will take place at the legendary Budokan!"

"Budokhan?"

"That martial arts gym?!"

“It really makes me miss it…”

Whether they were newbies who didn't have a deep understanding of band culture and idol culture history, or band members who had sneaked into the martial arts hall when no one was paying attention, they all felt excited after hearing Ping Xin's words.

After all, this is the Budokan, the one place you might not have visited in the East, but you definitely must have heard of it! While you might not know that the Budokan was actually established to promote martial arts, you've definitely heard of the performances there!

The Budokan is one of Japan's most famous concert venues, enjoying a high profile and influence within the industry. Being able to hold a concert at the Budokan is a significant honor and achievement for a singer, and can be considered a milestone in their career.

If you can't understand its uniqueness and importance, let's put it in a way that's easier to understand. That is, anyone who can hold a concert at a Budokan can unlock a special achievement, even if it's in a huge crowd, as long as it's on their head, everyone can see it at a glance!

"The Budokan promotes martial arts, and the Budoka promote strength. Therefore, the promotional theme of this Bandoli Tournament is the Warring States Period, where heroes abound in troubled times!"

Seeing that everyone was talking to each other and no one was listening to him, Pingxin was not embarrassed and continued to explain:

"The Warring States period isn't just a random metaphor I came up with. I believe it's the most realistic and easily understood example... Those challengers are like the bandits, brigands, and rebels of the Warring States period. When you, the princes, fight against each other, they will grow wildly like weeds in spring.

If you ignore them, someone will surely surprise you. After all, the one who conquers the world isn't necessarily the strongest at the start. In fact, the strongest few at the start might end up being held hostage by each other and targeted by everyone else. This is also a valuable experience that you will definitely use in the future... You can regard each other as your strongest opponents, but you must never ignore the existence of others!

Ping Xin first saw Roselia's five men. After all, they were his top henchmen (crossed out)...his top generals——

A naturally cute contrasting singer, a former cold beauty guitarist who is gradually turning into an ice sculpture, a hot mom bassist with overflowing femininity, a broad-minded and witty keyboardist who is a homebody, and finally a cute and middle school drummer with a promising future.

It's such a luxurious lineup but it only makes me think of the future of the comedy group. In a sense, your talent in this area is unbeatable.

Ping Xin felt that if he didn't add fuel to the fire and help them grow up quickly, the style of the painting would really become strange. Except for Group R, everyone else was also tending to be more and more humorous. Although it was a good thing for everyone to move forward together in harmony, you can't cultivate a true beast from a flock of sheep.

"Of course, I also want to tell you that it's not enough to just maintain the status quo. If you only have a few songs and one or two styles, the audience will rebel sooner or later, so you must surpass yourself... A person's biggest enemy is always herself, and this is true in every aspect."

Everyone looked at each other.

"I feel like Ping Xin-ge has suddenly become so strict."

"...You guys are usually too casual."

But the only thing I didn’t expect was to be the pressure-resistant Wang Yazi. Did you say that? Or am I really cool today?

Thinking of this, Ping Xin quietly adjusted his clothes and clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention.

"Go! Use your instruments as swords, your songs as horns... Fight to your heart's content, gentlemen!"

This...it turns out that "that" is here, right?

Don't expose his chuunibyou in person, otherwise he will definitely get angry.

To understanding!

Everyone smiled and applauded as Ping Xin watched.

What? It turns out I’m pretty good at public speaking.

Chapter 59: Song in the Rain

In the early morning, drops of water connect into lines and fall off the tree in response to the call of gravity, just like those plump, ripe fruits. They fall to the ground one by one and return to the soil, completing the cycle of life.

But they are not fruits. Otherwise, based on today's rainfall (fruit drop?), they could probably meet the vitamin needs of millions of people. Then we should consider how to can them, dry them, or make them into snacks...

Ah, I'm a little hungry.

Ping Xin subconsciously touched his stomach, trying to find a shriveled belly due to hunger or other signs, but of course he couldn't find any.

Because he is no longer a (normal) human. People who are free from the constraints of gravity become new humans. But what about him who is free from all physiological needs? A new new human? Or a god?

So of course he wasn't hungry. Fortunately, he still had his sense of taste, so he still felt like eating. Even though he wasn't in a good mood right now, and he didn't like rainy days, because in this kind of weather, he would feel that emotion more deeply than ever before.

That...loneliness.

So he put on a raincoat, a raincoat as dark as the night, and walked into the sudden downpour, uninvited.

He actually dislikes rain, but he reaches out to touch the water droplets falling from the sky, feeling the uninterrupted rhythm, a unique kind of freestyle performance. Skin, bones, and blood transmit sound faster than the external air, just as a person's self prioritizes everything outside.

In this dim world, he walked forward, wandering aimlessly in this world, like a homeless ghost with nowhere to go. Only the wild flowers on the roadside were willing to nod and smile at him.

Spring is the season of flowers, so it is natural that there are many flowers nearby; Spring is the season for all things to grow, so it is natural that the source of life (water) is spread in this form; Spring is -

Then...what about me?

What exactly is "taken for granted" to me?

The figure in the black raincoat was as intermittent and vague as his thoughts, appearing and disappearing from time to time, like the silent wail of a light bulb with poor contact, or a filament that was about to burn out, or a real ghost.

The next time he appeared he was sitting on the tree, on a branch, even swaying in the air along with the branch and the flowers on it, just like a real cherry blossom.

But this is just an appearance, it is his habit all along——

If he doesn't understand something, he studies it. If he can't do something, he practices it. If that still doesn't work, he resorts to the same unreasonable force and tactics. Hei Xin is always as good at empathy as he is at tit-for-tat. His excellent observation and learning skills have solved countless problems for him, but they have also brought him many more questions.

There were ghosts that wouldn't appear during the day, but every night they would whisper in his ears, under the bed, in the closet, and even in the shadows behind the door. With their "advice," those people and things that were invisible in the sunlight suddenly became clear. Using that way of thinking to solve problems, he gradually became more inclined towards the inhabitants of the shadow world...but what did it matter?

At least if he does this, he can get many things, wealth, honor, and power at his fingertips. He will no longer worry about food and clothing, will no longer be despised and attacked by others, but will have to "worry" about how long the queue of people who flatter him will be. He will forever get rid of the fate of ants and can even control the fate of others.

That feeling was good, but not good enough, just like the feeling he was feeling now...

So he retreated again, and finally became a "half-baked" -

A person who is neither ordinary, powerless, nor weak, but also not great, noble, or powerful. He won't proudly accept the title of "middle class," so he can only be a half-baked person. Like an ordinary person with a rope hanging around his neck (life) and a stool under his feet (death), he is in a delicate state that could change at any moment but does nothing to change it. This is a very fragile state that can only be supported by relying on others...

Rely on others?

No, this can only be solved by himself. Ping Xin has always been a strong and self-reliant person. Moreover, one's own destiny can only be decided by oneself. Those who leave it to others are either stupid or weak, or both.

Even if we take a step back and assume that the influence of others can only serve as a trigger, the true decisive factor is you. However, this so-called "self" is also determined by the people and events you have encountered in the past, and your personality is merely an external manifestation of this. Therefore, the saying "character determines destiny" should actually be translated as "the past determines your destiny (or person)."

In this way, it seems that many things can be seen more clearly, whether it is about others, the world, or even Pingxin himself...

I don’t understand, I still don’t understand at all——

In the rain, he stretched out his hands as if praying, but of course no one held them, because he didn't want anyone to hold him, because he didn't want others to discover his weakness, ugliness, meanness and ignorance.

While rain brings vitality, it also takes away some life and flows downstream. Many flowers beaten by rain will turn into nutrients in the soil, but as long as they can survive, they will bloom more beautifully and better, stepping on the "corpses" of their own kind. This is the natural selection of this world and human society.

What about me? Who should I fight? Where should I go?

What should I do?

Of course, no one would respond to him, because even God only responds to prayers that are directed to Him. If it were a human, then there would be no communication without words, and no understanding without listening. Since he hadn't confided in anyone, naturally, no one responded, and then he was left with the loneliness that was a kind of retribution.