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

"I'm going to make fried rice." Hongxia wore yellow slippers and a pink apron.

Chen Xinghua and Hong Xia are interacting, where is Goto Ichiri?

Goto Ichiri wrapped himself tightly in the quilt and huddled on another sofa.

Xinghua seems to have made friends with Hongxia faster than I did. Is there something wrong?

At this moment, a tenant living in Goto Ichiri's heart seemed to have noticed something, and then silently sighed in his heart.

If teenage girls and boys stay in a band for a long time, you can imagine what kind of sparks will be created...sparks that can give birth to new life.

What kind of pure friendship can there be between boys and girls?

You can’t cheat on your friend’s husband, Yidi Zhihongxia.

How can you steal your friend's husband?

If you snatch away Bochi's childhood sweetheart, Bochi will definitely hug your legs and cry and beg you not to let her leave Chen Xinghua.

"Goto Ichiri" suddenly felt that such a scene was very likely to happen, because since ancient times, young plums have been no match for those who fall from the sky.

Pochi-chan is a green plum, and Hongxia is naturally a goddess sent from heaven.

And her hair color is also yellow. At first glance, she is the yellow-haired girl who is the childhood sweetheart of the socially anxious heroine in the book.

"Yili, come with me to the music store later. I want to buy a heavy metal guitar." Chen Xinghua let go of the thin quilt that still carried his body temperature and crawled to Goto Ichiri's side.

"Okay." Goto Ichiri replied simply.

"Pochi-chan, you're awake too. The hot and fragrant fried rice is out of the pot. Do you want to eat it?" Hongxia, wearing a pink apron, spoke gently to her "daughter" Goto Ichiri who has social phobia, just like a mother in the family.

"I really want to eat it." Goto Ichiri replied tremblingly.

If I refuse Hongxia's request here, I will definitely lose my qualifications as a human being.

"Don't look like you're going to hell, Pochi-chan." Hongxia smiled gently.

Is this Yangjiao... Goto Ichiri suddenly felt that a halo shining with dazzling light appeared above Hongxia's head, and a pair of white wings like an angel grew behind her.

Under the angel's light, Goto Ichiri almost melted.

"One mile?" Chen Xinghua asked in confusion.

"Pochi-chan, don't look like you've been purified." Hong Xia said helplessly.

In the end, Goto Ichiri and Chen Xinghua still ate the fried rice made by Hongxia and drank the milk she heated.

"It tastes like my mother's," said Goto Ichiri of Nijika's fried rice.

.....

"See you next time." Chen Xinghua stood at the door and waved to Hong Xia.

Hongxia is a gentle high school girl.

"See you next time." Goto Ichiri said limply.

Hongxia is so gentle.

Chen Xinghua and Goto Ichiri reached a consensus that Hongxia was very gentle.

"See you next time. If you are free, come and play with me more often." Hong Xia waved her hand full of girlish vitality towards Chen Xinghua and Goto Ichiri in a sunny manner.

21. This is the reward

A few weeks later.

"I'm so tired." Chen Xinghua put his newly bought guitar into the guitar bag, then stretched his body backwards.

During these weeks, Chen Xinghua once again experienced the miserable times he had gone through in high school.

....I was so busy that I could hardly put my feet on the ground.

I get up at six in the morning and take Goto Ichiri to school. Then, after the day is over, I take Goto Ichiri to the practice room of the STARRY performance hall to practice band performances with Hongxia and Liang.

After finally returning home, they couldn't rest yet, because Chen Xinghua still had to guide Goto Ichiri to complete the homework assigned by the teacher...

Because Chen Xinghua didn't want Goto Ichiri to become a bad boy. Not to mention going to college, at least he couldn't be kept in school for tutoring after failing the exam.

After finishing his homework, he couldn't rest because the screenwriter was still urging him to write the light novel "Toilet Paper in Another World".

He couldn't rest even after finishing the manuscript, because he had to find time to practice the musical keyboard and the heavy metal electric guitar he bought a few weeks ago.

Only after doing these things could Chen Xinghua lie down in bed and have a good rest.

"It's okay." Chen Xinghua comforted him. He had even survived the senior year of high school in his previous life, so he could get through the hard times now.

"Today is Saturday...it's time to realize that plan." Chen Xinghua's face showed a rare relaxed expression.

He has been squeezing his free time these past few weeks to practice heavy metal music, just for today.

Chen Xinghua put on the special clothes that he had customized some time ago, put on a skull mask, and hung the headphones around his neck.

.....

According to the original plan, Chen Xinghua found a relatively good live house (a venue that provides space for small concerts by bands or independent singers) a little far away from the STARRY performance hall.

He continued to participate in performances and gain fame...until he was famous enough to perform a solo concert at the Tokyo Dome wearing a mask that covered his face.

By that time, even if the band ends up being a small unknown band, I can still use my fame to pull them out...

Although this may damage their self-confidence, at least by then, they won't have to end the band like those who dropped out of school to form a band.

The average educational level of the band members was only junior college, but in the end, the band was not formed and the students were not completed, so they could only go to the construction site together to do plastering.

A way out had to be found. After all, looking at Hong Xia and Liang, they didn't seem like a light music club that was just there for fun on campus. They were actually preparing for a proper debut.

Not to mention Yili. If she can't form a band, she will probably just be a stay-at-home mom.

Chen Xinghua leaned against the wall in the backcourt and took a short rest.

"Everyone, this is our first live performance today, we must let the audience feel our enthusiasm."

"...Actually, this is already the eighth live."

"Hehe... I was so nervous that I forgot we're already a mature band and have accumulated a large number of loyal fans."

"There are as many as eighteen people."

"If I work harder, I might not even have to pay for performances when I do live shows in the future."

The so-called performance is the sales amount that the live house sets for the band in order to ensure the number of guests.

Any profits from ticket sales exceeding performance will be shared equally between the band and the venue.

However, if the number of visitors does not meet the requirement, the performance will have to be paid for out of the pocket.

"I believe this day is not far away. Let's get rid of the days of having to do odd jobs every day to pay for performance."

"For our shared friendship, for our shared band."

"Long live everyone!"

"Why don't we drop out of school and form a band? I think we're perfect for it. We've only played eight live shows, and we already have eighteen loyal fans."

"That's eighteen fans. If this continues, supporting myself as a band is definitely not a dream. Studying is so tiring."

"So drop out of school and start a band."

"I've long since given up wanting to study and go to cram school every day. I support you."

"Playing in a band is much more promising than studying."

"So let's fight and work hard together to get to the Budokan and the Tokyo Dome."

"Up to the Budokan, up to the Tokyo Dome!"

"Up to the Budokan, up to the Tokyo Dome!"

The girls' cheerful voices reached Chen Xinghua's ears, making him feel a little depressed.

Dropping out of school to join a band, do you know how cruel bands are?

You know, it is a very remarkable thing that one out of ten bands can make a living from music.

If you drop out of school and fail to form a band, you'll just have to work as a plasterer on a construction site, girls.

Well... maybe I can become a convenience store clerk or marry someone and be a full-time housewife.

This ending is extremely bad no matter how you look at it.

In short, dropping out of school to join a band is definitely not a glorious path; it is a path full of thorns.

What's more, there is no second chance in life. If you drop out of school to form a band and fail, you will be really finished.

As for why Chen Xinghua judged that these girls had no future in forming a band.

This is very simple. Not to mention that they held eight live shows but only had eighteen fans, let’s just talk about the simplest way to identify them.

You can use the same method to identify mathematical geniuses to identify whether a band has a future.

Let’s put it this way, as long as this person can breathe, we can tell that he (she) is not a math genius.

The same principle can also be used to determine whether a band has a future.

It’s that simple and easy to understand.

Chen Xinghua stood up and walked towards the store manager.

If they are determined to drop out of school and form a band, they should be able to withstand the subsequent blow.

...If you can't even withstand this level of blow, then you'd better go back to school and study late into the night. You can just play in the band on campus and don't make it your main job.

The hardships that one has to endure to become a professional band member are much greater than the torture that will follow.

Moreover, it is much more difficult to make a success of a band without money, resources, background and luck than to withstand the subsequent blows.

"Hey, store manager, tune my personal guitar solo forward, the further forward the better." Chen Xinghua slammed the table, waking up the sleeping store manager.

"But this conflicts with other bands' schedules..." the store manager drooled.

Chen Xinghua slammed a stack of Japanese yen on the table, stopping the manager from saying anything else.

"This is the reward."

For Yen's sake, the manager of the live house accepted Chen Xinghua's request and put his personal guitar solo ahead of other bands.

22. Who would put these things in a guitar bag?

The young girl who had just been discussing with her band members about dropping out of school to form a band, was now sitting in the audience with her bandmates, watching the performances of other underground band members.

She felt that her future was bright. The band members were getting better and better at coordinating with each other, and the band had more and more fans.

Although we encountered many difficulties, for example, the families of the band members did not understand why they spent so much time on the band, which even caused the deviation value to drop by more than ten points.

(The deviation value, also called the deviation value relative to the mean, is a Japanese calculation formula for students' intelligence and academic ability. It can reflect the position of a student's score among all the test takers.)

Why don’t they understand that there are many other ways out in life besides studying?

Why can't we just put our whole heart and soul into the band?

What a stubborn bunch of parents. It’s a different era now, but they still think that studying is our only way out.

"Kita-chan, come and see our band's wonderful performance. I guarantee your heart will beat faster than you can stop." The young girl said to the red-haired girl.

At this moment, a guy wearing a skull mask and holding a heavy metal guitar stepped onto the brightly lit stage.

Personal guitar solo?

This should be listed later. I think I remembered the program correctly.

While the young girl was hesitating, hell descended.

The guy wearing the skull mask didn't say any opening MC words like other bands, nor did he sing any beautiful songs. He just put his hands on the guitar strings and started playing.

It is a pure melody performance without any vocal accompaniment, nor any drums, bass or rhythm guitar accompaniment.

Frenetic improvisation, fingers plucking the guitar strings at high speed, and notes dancing on the guitar like powerful waves on the stage.

These notes were like waves rushing towards the beach, directly slamming the young girl to death on the beach.

"You must be kidding. I thought our band played well."

The young girl looked at the audience around her and found that they were all immersed in the performance of the unknown person wearing a skull mask.