In the music series, the male protagonist writes a self-help manual for the inner world

After a while, the unaware Hachiman Kailing lowered her head and focused her attention on the bass in her hand.

After all, a girl's sixth sense is not as sharp as a cat's.

Therefore, Hachiman Kailing's opinion of the band finally remained at the same level as her previous understanding, that it was a band purely connected by the rope called commercial interests.

But the irony was… a band like this, held together purely by profit, wasn't as easily disbanded as the dozens of girl bands he'd experienced. A hint of sarcasm curved the corners of Hachiman Kailing's mouth beneath her bass.

Because hobbies and work are two completely different things.

Isn't it normal for a girl band formed out of interest to disband due to various reasons such as trivial matters in life and loss of interest? This is just like the many girl bands that Yawata Kailing has witnessed disbanding.

But professional bands that are connected purely by interests can continue to survive as long as they can follow the big guys and make a living.

I wonder what the band Shiina Riki is in is like. Hachiman Kailing stroked the bass and thought about the incident at the table in front of him.

A little distance away from Hachiman Kairin, Yutenji Wakami waved his phone and made his signature cat wave, seizing every opportunity to deepen his image as a cat in the audience's minds.

"Hello everyone, Meow Meow."

Yutenji Wakamu felt it was a pity because due to the restrictions of Toyokawa Shoko, she could only shoot this kind of behind-the-scenes video and could not use the more popular live broadcast method.

"Today is the final rehearsal for our band's debut concert."

Yutenji Wakamu extended two fingers and rubbed them across her lips.

"Miao Mengqin has been preparing for this concert for a very long time."

……

Retreating to the shadows of the stage, Sankaku Hatsuka squinted his eyes and looked at the homepage of 'CRYCHIC'.

The last time this social account posted a message was... a year ago?

This is not good.

"'CRYCHIC' has disbanded, huh?"

168

Chapter 168 Can I be replaced?

The next night, the weather was clear, and thanks to modern advanced refrigeration technology, the temperature inside the large-scale live venue used for commercial performances had reached a cool 20 degrees Celsius.

There was only one minute left before the concert started.

Feeling the warm stage lights above his head, Chen Xinghua tugged at his bow tie, touched the mask on his face that had a hint of middle school style, looked at the ultra-thin gloves on his hands, and confirmed that he was wrapped tightly enough.

Even Goto Ichiri wouldn’t be able to recognize him now if he were to be there in person.

Then, Chen Xinghua glanced at the rest of the band members.

The instrument seems fine.

The situation seems to be fine.

The mask seems to be even more harmless.

Hmm... Chen Xinghua pursed his lips and suppressed the smile that came from his heart.

Because Chen Xinghua wanted to conceal his identity, he wore a mask designed by Toyokawa Shoko.

In order to meet his requirements, Shoko Toyokawa also designed masks for the remaining band members to fit their faces.

After all, if some members of a band wear masks and some do not, resulting in different styles of the entire band, it will definitely create a particularly difficult effect.

So in order to unify the band's style, the remaining members of the band had to follow Chen Xinghua and wear masks.

Chen Xinghua tilted his head at a very slight angle and drove away the random thoughts in his mind.

So now let the show begin...

Pressing the black and white piano keys, Chen Xinghua announced his arrival with rhythmic notes.

Then, as the drummer's two drumsticks intertwined with each other, a crisp sound was emitted. The sounds of drums, bass, and guitar joined the piano carnival one after another.

A yellow-haired man under the stage swayed his head to the rhythm of the music.

"awesome."

Ijichi Hongxia said softly.

Strictly speaking, Ijichi Hongka doesn't particularly like jazz. She prefers pop and rock music.

So her knowledge of jazz was very limited... at best she just knew what jazz sounded like.

But appreciating music does not require much advanced knowledge of music theory. It only requires a pair of functioning ears and a brain with an IQ that is not below average.

And Ichichi Hongxia has both of these.

Looking at the band shining on the stage, a glimmer of hope suddenly arose in Ijichi Hongxia's heart.

There will come a day when the band standing on this glittering stage and spreading the band's music to the public will not be AveMujica, but The End.

Well... then Kita, as the lead singer, should stand at the front, because the lead singer is the face of the band. Ijichi Hongka pondered the position of the band members in her mind.

The drummer would definitely be standing at the back, his entire body obscured by the drum kit, with only his head visible, just like Meow Mengqin, who was currently drumming on the stage. Thinking of this, Ichichi Hongxia felt a little discouraged.

As Liang is the bassist, should we let her stand a little forward? After all, bassists don’t have much presence to begin with, and if she stands a little further back she’ll probably have even less presence.

Xinghua is the keyboard player, probably standing behind Pochi-chan who plays the lead guitar... After all, no matter which band it is, the guitar is always the more conspicuous one, although it is second only to the lead singer.

She didn't know if it was her illusion, but Hong Xia always felt that the man who was playing beautiful notes quickly on the stage was somewhat familiar, as if she had seen this man somewhere before.

Chen Xinghua on the stage is guiding the performance of the other band members with the sound of the piano.

The notes born from the piano are like transparent silk threads, connecting to other instruments, controlling their every move like puppets.

Sanjiao Chuhua couldn't help but play the guitar, feeling a little powerless.

There is no need to resist or think, just follow the other person closely.

...Just by doing this, you can play perfect music.

So why not do it, Sanjiao Chuhua. The feeling of suffocation in Sanjiao Chuhua's heart gradually increased.

Just be a puppet and be happy, right?

You don’t have to do anything, don’t have to think about anything, just let the other person lead you.

Because no matter how much you resist, no matter how unwilling you are, no matter how much you roar, no matter how much you howl, you will never be able to produce more perfect music than this.

So why resist?

Sanjiao Chuhua relaxed his mind and let Chen Xinghua control his performance.

Miao Mengqin's drumming was gorgeous, with a unique aesthetic. Sanjiao Chuhua, who had completely given up resistance, could even spare the energy to observe the performances of the other members of the AveMujica band.

Whether viewed from a visual or auditory perspective, the drum beats played by Yutenji Wakamaki at this time can be considered perfect and can be rated a high score by picky critics.

This made Sanjiao Chuhua once again confirm Chen Xinghua's terrifying talent.

She knew that Yutenji Wakamaki had achieved this level mainly due to two reasons: one was that the drum sheet Chen Xinghua gave her took into account both musicality and visual elements, and the other was the hellish pressure training Chen Xinghua had put on Yutenji Wakamaki these days.

Although it is enough for a puppet to obey the orders of its master, it seems that people will change puppets. Sanjiao Chuhua's heart tightened.

However, with the help of her professional ethics, Sanjiao Chuhua's violent emotional fluctuations did not have the slightest impression on her current performance.

It seems that the only irreplaceable members of the Ave Mujica band are Chen Xinghua, the core of the band, and Toyokawa Shoko, who is responsible for the band's internal and external business affairs.

As for the others, bassist Hachiman Kairin, drummer Yutenji Wakami, and even the famous guitarist Sankaku Hatsuka, it seems that they can be replaced by girls from other bands.

Can I be replaced? Sanjiao Chuhua's heart beat faster, injecting energy into her rapidly thinking brain.

If she was replaced by another guitarist, she would not be able to contact the white moonlight named Toyokawa Shoko in the name of the band.

…but it seems that there is really no need for her to be the guitarist of Ave Mujica.

Listening to the performance that was as perfect as the rehearsal, Chen Xinghua couldn't help but nodded.

No problem, everything is going according to plan.

169

Chapter 169 Did someone hurt the lamp?

Everything seemed to be going according to plan. The performance was as perfect as in rehearsal, and the audience was immersed in the music as expected.

...If nothing unexpected happens, this concert will be a great success.

Chen Xinghua, noticing this, nodded and refocused his energy on the classically painted piano.

However, about fifty meters away from the stage, the little gray animal was sitting in the same row with its friend whom it could not understand.

Normally, this little gray animal should be immersed in this perfect blend of jazz and modern pop elements like her friends around her.

After all, Shiina Tatsuki, who was sitting next to her, had already focused all his eyes and hearing on the band on the stage.

But now the little animal was trembling and clenching its wrists, as if it had discovered something incredible.

...Because her intuition told her something very important. The pianist who was playing freely on the stage at this moment was not a guy she didn't know like the other members of the AveMujica band.

The fact was just the opposite. Deng's intuition told her that she should recognize who the pianist on the stage was.

……is it him?

Deng's confused gaze was like an investigator who rolled a big success on D100 during an investigation. He saw through the thick or thin disguise on Chen Xinghua and directly saw his true appearance underneath the disguise.

She clenched her fists excitedly in front of her chest and felt her chest feel tight, as if it was being tightly gripped by an unknown big hand.

Strange, why do I feel bad... Deng didn't understand why he felt bad.

Chen Xinghua had clearly told her before that he was just a supporting keyboardist in Deng's band.

So besides Deng's band, he has a very serious commercial band. Is this a very strange thing?

...That's not surprising at all. Deng understood this.

But she still felt uncomfortable.

Not knowing why she felt uncomfortable, Deng reached out and grabbed her chest, as if doing so could alleviate the pain from the deepest part of her heart.

It hurts so much, so much, so much, just as painful as the day Xiaoxiang announced he was leaving 'CRYCHIC'.

Why is this?

"why?"

Deng asked quietly, not knowing why she felt so bad.

However, compared to the jazz sounds coming from the expensive audio equipment, the voice of a cute little gray animal was so weak that even the black-haired friend sitting next to her couldn't hear what she was saying.

"Lights, this concert is amazing."

Shiina Riki's voice is much louder than Deng's, but considering the music experience of the audience around her, the volume of her voice is lowered to a level that can only be heard by Deng.

Yes, the concert was really great, the lights looked up and looked at the band shining on the stage.

This band's performance was much better than Deng's band's in the studio... Especially the pianist, his piano playing was much better than his keyboard playing, they were on a completely different level.

why?

A deep despair suddenly wrapped around Deng's heart, firmly grasping her mind.

...So will he stay in this band? So is the lifelong band just a lie? Whether it's the shared destiny band 'CRYCHIC' that Xiaoxiang agreed to form, or his own unnamed band.

Deng temporarily gave up thinking about the answer to the question because she subconsciously avoided the answer.

But in this process of losing his mind, Deng's beautiful amber pupils were filled with one part of despair, three parts of strength, and six parts of gravity.

When Deng finally came to her senses, the band on stage had already entered its final stage of performance. She didn't recognize the guitarist, bassist, and drummer.

"I always feel that the bassist and guitarist look familiar."

Shiina Riki narrowed his eyes and was completely unaware of the unexpected situation of Takamatsu Deng beside him in the dim light.

"It seems like I've seen it somewhere before."

Shiina Riki knew that the guitarist of Ave Mujica was the one sitting in the back seat with her, after all, that was what was advertised on the official website.

But the bassist, Shiina Riki, always felt that the dark green eyes above the black lace mask looked familiar, just like the eyes she often saw in her life.

Deng clenched his arms, bit his lips, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Even if the previous band eventually disbands, as long as the next band can last a lifetime, isn’t that enough?