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"Well, it's about time to check your recent homework, Aoyama."

I stared blankly at the figure's back until he disappeared around the corner.

Qingshan Xiazhi only came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Confusion and melancholy are probably the underlying tones.

But, at this moment, I can't care about so many things.

The light from street lamps at night can profoundly affect the judgment of moths.

Instinct partially obscures reason.

She also took a step and followed.

"Ito her lover..."

Before leaving, I symbolically recited this identity in my heart

But in terms of actions, there is no forced sense of propriety in the heart.

In fact, after a while, I subconsciously put the so-called warning bell behind my mind.

In my own room, Immerse yourself in the communication of the world of music——

“This one sounds great too!”

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"Before that, take your hands off my neck."

"what..."

When Qingshan Xiazhi woke up from the strange haze, he found that he had gone around behind someone and was hugging him from behind and shaking him while he was playing the guitar.

Suddenly, he let go as if under stress, and fell into a moment of confusion.

But in the end he gave up and stomped his feet.

Act as if nothing happened with confidence.

Listen to someone complain:

"Basically, I only know how to play a few songs. This is the last one. You've almost drained me of my energy."

"Do you have a name?"

“It’s the English word in the song, ‘Yellow’.”

"What about the author? Is she also your mother, Xiaolin?"

"No. She didn't write it originally. She just got it as a gift from a friend."

"so."

"It's a funny thing to say. It's said that it only took the creator ten minutes to write this song."

"Amazing..."

It can be seen that the female singer who made the exclamation was really surprised.

Miss Xiazhi actually doesn't have that kind of overflowing talent.

Lin Sen witnessed the entire process of her attempt to compose the song.

Stumbling and pondering.

I also like to ponder a few syllables halfway through the process.

Like the student who can't write an essay with ease, but has to frown and bite the pen at the beginning of each paragraph.

There was a certain clumsiness about her.

However, Ms. Qingshan always focused too much on her own shortcomings, to the point that she didn't even dare to believe or acknowledge her own shining points.

She is a natural born performer.

Especially when you are inspired by self-confidence and let go completely.

Lin Sen felt that he had a divine responsibility to help her realize this—

So, in the morning, on the street of Ginza, in the middle of the open space next to the commercial complex.

During daily practice performances.

When the young man came back to his senses from the performance of a certain song, surrounded by applause, he met the eyes of his partner who had just finished a focused performance with his head lowered, and seemed surprised and even uneasy about the current situation.

Amidst her shock and fear, he reached out to stop several young men who were rushing towards her with notebooks in hand.

"The performance isn't over yet. If you need an autograph, please give me the notebook first. I'll write it out to everyone later."

"Sign?"

This word just woke up the frightened Xiazhi girl.

But her subsequent reaction was obviously more interesting.

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He almost dropped the electric guitar in his hand, his face full of disbelief and his voice stammering.

"How, how could someone ask me for an autograph... This is the first time. It's never happened before."

The genuine and adorable reaction immediately caused the crowd to burst into laughter and applause:

"Be more confident, Aoyama-san!"

"Eh? You know me..."

"I heard you on the show 'Ota Maya'!"

"what..."

"Come here because of its reputation!"

It was only after the conversation with the busybody that the two people present realized something.

That is, the radio program that had been recorded before was completed and broadcast.

As for the response – the larger-than-usual audience right now is the best indicator of that.

The number of onlookers on this weekday morning was significantly higher than during the prime time on weekend afternoons.

Some, however, were not content with simply rehashing the same old tunes they had played on the show. Taking advantage of the heated atmosphere, they cast aside the traditional reserve typical of this East Asian nation and loudly voiced their demands.

"I've heard the previous ones! Are there any new songs?"

"new!"

Some sharp-eyed people also noticed Lin Sen's backpack at the foot of the microphone and said:

"Boyfriend, stop hiding it! There are so many music sketches in your bag, take out some new ones!"

"!"

The blunt call apparently choked the female singer who was just about to say something into the microphone.

She made a cute, almost choking sound, which was shameful and intense, very different from the clear and gentle sound just now, and also made the onlookers continue to make noisy noises.

For a moment, a complex expression could be seen on Ms. Aoyama's face. To be more precise, it was a look of embarrassment tinged with a strange sense of joy.

She couldn't help showing obvious hesitation in front of others, but it seemed to remind the troublemakers present of her own vital point.

Then cheers with a clearer direction rang out:

"Can my boyfriend sing?"

"I was there last time! My boyfriend can sing!"

"One song, one song!"

"One song, one song!"

The chaotic shouting mixed with the scattered applause instantly helped to create an atmosphere that could not be refused.

So much so that when I walked over to someone to pick up a new song manuscript, a hand nervously grabbed my arm.

"Well, what should I do...Xiaolin."

Miss Aoyama asked quietly.

"It's a bit embarrassing indeed." Lin Sen shook his head, but then changed the subject, "But it's rare to be so enthusiastic."

"Then..." A look of intelligence and temptation flashed across the female singer's face. "Is it okay? For the sake of performance, please help me..."

"..."

"No, no?"

Seeing him lower his head and not answering, Qingshan Xiazhi couldn't help biting his lip.

That's right. It's normal to not want to be misunderstood.

I have already started to organize in my mind how to give the other party a way out.

However, when she looked closely, she met the young man's indifferent eyes.

Then, he said something that shocked everyone:

"Actually, I was thinking about which song would be more suitable. Let's just say, this one."

"...ah!"

Suddenly, many incredible emotions were about to rush out of my throat.

But the extremely enthusiastic atmosphere does not wait for anyone.

Therefore, within the limited time, Qingshan Xiazhi just stretched out his hand, and the other party handed over the music score manuscript after he finished speaking.

Overwhelmed by some strange aftereffect, I almost couldn't help but curl up the corners of my mouth.

He coughed a few times and cleared his throat into the microphone.

Then, holding the manuscript, he spoke softly to the dozens of audience members in front of him:

"Um...everyone please stop talking nonsense. He's not my boyfriend."

"Oh~"

This answer was met with boos of disbelief.

Clearly, she had never experienced such a level of ridicule. Suddenly, the singer's cheeks flushed bright red, instantly escalating the already tense atmosphere.

Even passersby who were looking sideways were attracted by the new round of huge cheers and stopped to join the outer end of the circle, standing on tiptoe and sticking their heads out curiously.

Listen to Miss Qingshan's stammering voice:

"However, as a thank you for your support, we will sing a duet for you..."

"Is it a love song? Is it a love song?"

"..."

"Oh!"

Amidst the ambiguous calls, Lin Sen, who held the microphone cord, glanced at the woman who was covering her face and dared not answer.

Although he was a little out of line because of the disruptive audience, he sat on the bench holding his guitar, almost curled up like a mimosa.

But at this moment, one can observe that her body is completely relaxed, with genuine happiness flashing in her eyes.

This is the first time I've seen this guy look so happy with a blushing face.

For some reason, I felt relieved and excited.

Without saying anything, he completely handed over the control of this small stage, holding the microphone and waiting for the other party to start playing the guitar.

Then--

I noticed that she, who was facing the crowd just now, suddenly looked sideways.

His eyes looked over here.

After finding the target, his shining eyes flickered with a strange sense of peace and joy.

Her smile was so natural and beautiful that I couldn't help but smile back at her—instantly.

Then, they tacitly looked away from each other and turned to face the waiting onlookers again.