People in Tokyo, the world is clear

Turning around, I saw a girl smiling and making a little face at me.

Then, he continued to help manipulate the body, stuffed the money into the trouser pocket, and put it safely in the pocket, completely completing the transaction.

"..."

broken.

what's the situation?

The muscular man got up, took the silver coins, pressed his skinny companion to the ground with a stone slab, and picked up the hammer with a grin...?

wait a minute.

I really can't do it! It will kill me!

To be honest, Lin Sen is still clear about his own strengths and weaknesses.

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Although I have had experience in karaoke group building, that is fundamentally different from the so-called public performance.

These are two different things that must not be confused.

If you ask yourself honestly, apart from the songs from another world in your head, Lin Sen is just an ordinary music lover.

Not a singer at all.

If they really do a street singing performance, it would probably be a tribute to and imitation of Mr. Joaquin Phoenix.

- Let the brothers see what a Joker is who is no less than Heath Ledger.

However, the current situation is that you have to go even if you don’t want to.

Under the gazes of the crowd, he had indeed accepted the two large bills.

The man in front of him, Panasonic, had a somewhat abnormal expression of anticipation on his face.

"Ha, ah, I got it! How do you feel now? How do you feel? Is it that the urge to sing is about to burst out at this moment?"

"I want you to keep singing! That song about a twisted and bruised spring!"

It's very difficult.

What's worse is the constant backstabs from behind.

It was Miss Aoyama who was completely hidden behind him, breathing hot air towards his neck and whispering something.

"The money has already been received."

"If Xiaolin accepts the money and refuses the request, his reputation will be ruined. Then, his plan to make a name for himself here will be ruined."

"Xiao Lin, I don't want to either. From now on, we won't be able to stay here anymore, right?"

"Just think of it as, for me?"

have to.

At the same time, he was in a difficult situation and his companions were also the ones who enjoyed watching the fun and making trouble.

Of course Lin Sen knew what Miss Qingshan was thinking.

The silly girl who has always admired his "musical talent" firmly believes that he is a rare and low-key musical genius.

I guess he also wants to take this opportunity to see it again.

That's why he showed the same excitement as Panasonic in front of him, wanting to take the opportunity to push him to the forefront.

But the truth was not what she thought at all.

At least, at this moment, the only food in Lin Sen's stomach was almost gone.

If there are a few more waves of this kind of operations, I really won’t be able to withstand it.

But, at least for now—

Lin Sen sighed deeply.

Whatever. It's come to this, I just have to hold my nose and tough it out.

Based on what Tokyo white-collar worker Matsushita had just said, I quickly understood which song the other party wanted to listen to.

If I'm not mistaken, it should be the song "Horse and Deer" by Kenshi Yonezu, a true musical genius from another world.

For that musician, this song was probably just one of his many masterpieces, relatively unnoticeable. In other words, in that life, it easily sold over 100 million copies.

I don't know and don't remember how it was leaked, so that this Panasonic person heard it.

Lin Sen had always really liked this song. After becoming proficient in Japanese in this life, he often practiced it privately.

But, it has never been performed in public.

When it comes to actual singing, especially in this kind of street performance setting, the expected effect is definitely a big question mark.

If I mess up in front of so many spectators, I will never be able to come here again.

So, who came up with this?

He couldn't help but turn around and glare at the older girl who was still laughing foolishly, unaware of the situation.

"What else can I do?"

Of course I blame this fool. But, let's talk about that when we get back.

After all, there has always been a belief that things have been done well so far.

Had to, was forced to, made up his mind.

Turn around and discuss with Panasonic:

"Should I learn English first, or listen to that song first?"

“Listen to that song first!”

"That's what you came for, right?"

"You're right."

"Well, we may have to wait a moment while we discuss the accompaniment."

Just as Miss Aoyama exclaimed, he grabbed her by the back of the collar with a rare stern face and dragged her to the electric guitar on the chair.

"You're taking the initiative, aren't you?"

"My fault!"

Although someone said this, there was no sign of accepting punishment on his face.

Lin Sen didn't have time to grab these things. He just sighed deeply and started to communicate with her about the background music of the song.

Fortunately, I learned a little bit when the girl was writing various six-line musical notations these days.

I am also glad that since I traveled through time, I have indeed laid some musical foundation with her.

Very clumsily, I worked with the girl to hastily complete the accompaniment chords and the corresponding lyrics on a piece of tablature paper.

Then, pointing to the music score, he briefly explained to her using his half-baked music theory knowledge:

"The moment I open my mouth, start in Eb major. At the beginning of this part, quietly switch to Ab major. Then, switch back to Eb... Finally, put this interlude solo after the first paragraph... Then, reconnect it. Do you understand?"

It took about seven or eight minutes to explain most of the details to the girl, with whom I had gradually developed a musical rapport.

Even during this period, Qingshan Xiazhi was able to leisurely comment on the quality of the music:

"The quality of this solo is so high! Xiaolin...that's amazing. Even though we didn't know music when we first met...is this talent?"

You really praised the wrong person, sister.

Ugh.

Saying sorry to Mr. Eight again in his heart, Lin Sen casually tapped the girl's shoulder and took the microphone from her hand with eyes full of expectation.

Stand up.

Behind it is the most prosperous main pedestrian street in Ginza, Tokyo, and downstairs of the main building of Fujiya.

The atmosphere around him was gradually heating up, and more and more curious people were attracted by the plot of buying horse bones for a huge sum of money. They had already formed a small circle, almost squeezing into the empty road.

In front of them are those who have been waiting for a long time with their chests folded, ready to listen attentively, and who have spent tens of thousands of yuan.

For some reason, this should have been a tense moment.

Lin Sen didn't feel anything.

Probably, it was indeed thick-skinned. At this moment, even his breathing was steady.

Only in my mind, I kept recalling the melody that might be uttered in the next second.

He glanced at the girl beside him.

She sat on the chair, hugging her electric guitar.

Look up, meet his gaze, raise your hand and make an OK sign, then smile at yourself happily and expectantly.

He glared back, but finally nodded.

Then, face the crowd in front of you.

In the afternoon sun.

Lin Sen took a deep breath.

......

Four hours later, in front of a rental house.

The young man standing at the door helplessly half-raised his arms, trying to push away the hands that were grabbing his shoulders.

But he was quickly met with even more resistance. The next second, an arm instantly wrapped around his neck. The person behind him also leaned forward.

"So, can you please let go?"

"No...Absolutely not!"

There seemed to be a lot of excitement still in the voice of the person behind him.

"Dedededededededededede! Dedededededededede!"

Miss Qingshan is like a child who has just learned a nursery rhyme.

Lin Sen couldn't count how many times she had hummed the solo part of a song repeatedly while swaying behind him to the rhythm.

"Great, great, great, great! I like you, I like you, I like you"

I also forgot how many times she has made such strange remarks.

What's even more perverted is that after all the performances for the day were over and we were on our way to dinner, she kept hanging behind him in this crazy state.

"So, that's about it."

"Really, really, Xiaolin, how can it be so beautiful! How can it be so perfect! Especially, especially, after you finished singing and my guitar solo came in, everyone clapped along with the rhythm..."

"That was just the beginning, and it's already been half the day. Stop it, Master."

“Just read it, just read it, just read it! Dededededededededede…”

So, in order to prevent this person from falling further into this hopeless state, a young man finally took action.

This time, he stood firm.

He finally used up some strength to untie the girl's deathly grip around his neck.

Then, he grabbed both of her hands and pushed her against the door with her eyes wide open.

"X-Xiao Lin..."

The sudden change made Miss Qingshan show rare panic.

She raised her head and looked at Lin Sen's expression looking down at her, and her cheeks gradually turned red.

But it was not noticed by someone who only felt extremely relieved after being freed from the restraints.

So, when he fully focused his attention, Qingshan Xiazhi had already adjusted his expression and was not noticed by him.

"so..."

In the sunlight that was about to turn dim, Lin Sen curled his lips.