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

"After all, they could have chosen other paths instead of being manipulated by you, the band leader, into embarking on the arduous journey of being a band, slowly and half-heartedly, with only passion and dreams."

Sasori cried like a young high school girl...as if she was a high school girl.

"If your band fails in the end, how much responsibility do you think you should bear for them?" Chen Xinghua said slowly.

Zuo Li cried even harder, as if crying like this would prevent her from having to face this trouble.

"If you are really determined to take responsibility for the rest of their lives." Chen Xinghua extended his hand to Zuo Li.

"If so, I have time next week. How about a street fight here?"

Kita stomped the ground hard.

“This is too bullying.”

A high school girl band with average playing skills is going up against a world-class guitarist... if this isn't bullying, then what is?

"Are you trying to enjoy the thrill of crushing a high school girl band?"

"Zori and the others can't even compare... I'm sorry."

Kita covered her mouth, realizing how inappropriate what she said was.

A band and a guitarist versus each other, this is an unfair music competition.

Despite having such a huge advantage, the band's level is actually far inferior to that of the guitarist.

This means that the gap between them is more than just a little bit.

"Bullying? I just want to help your friend. Because in this era, black and red are also red." Chen Xinghua crossed his arms and hugged them to his chest.

"It's better to be a band that gets crushed to death than a band that nobody cares about."

"The latter will just drown in the ocean of dreams like most commercial bands in this world."

"Go home and search for bands. See how many bands have drowned in their dreams. Don't just look at the successful bands that stepped on the corpses of failed bands."

"They are a minority among the minority."

Zuo Li cried, covered his face and ran away.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Sari." Kita hurriedly followed his friend.

"I hate adults like you the most." Xiduo said this as he passed by Chen Xinghua.

Chen Xinghua, carrying his guitar bag, walked towards the next live house.

"Hate it? That's what you should do."

He now looks so much like the classic villain in the hot-blooded music comics.

Because he thinks the protagonist has no musical talent, he suppresses him in every way and forces him to go back to school and study like other old-fashioned people.

"Unfortunately, reality isn't a cartoon. Music is like math; people without talent can certainly reach a certain level through hard work and instruction."

“But they will never reach the level where they can make a living as a musician, just like most people can’t make a living as mathematicians.”

"By the way, if this world were a music manga, I'd probably be inspired and cleansed by Sanari, whose music improved by leaps and bounds while she was dreaming of friendship."

"It's a pity that reality is not a cartoon. Such an outrageous thing can't happen."

Therefore, the most likely outcome of Zuo Li dropping out of school to play in a band is that he will disappear among the vast number of bands, just like many other commercial bands.

"We're here." Chen Xinghua looked up and saw the huge logo of the live house.

He thought of something that was very offensive to the manager of Xingge. This live house seemed to be much bigger than her STARRY live house, and there were many more guests coming in and out of it than STARRY.

Wait, Chen Xinghua blinked his eyes. Did he see a familiar red-haired guy?

Hmm...yes, that familiar red-haired guy. Chen Xinghua blinked again, confirming his thoughts.

"I heard that this live house plays heavy metal." Kita put his arm around Sarari and whispered to her, "It's definitely better than that guy's performance."

Is he better than that cruel man wearing a skull mask? Kita hesitated.

It will definitely be better than that person, because no matter how good that person is, he is just one person and can definitely not compare to the performance of a band.

She gritted her teeth.

That person is so strong, why does he still come to the fish pond to fry fish?

With his level, if he wanted to perform, he could just hold a concert.

Even Kita, who doesn't know much about music, can feel that Chen Xinghua's guitar skills are very high, so high that he can go directly to the Tokyo Dome to perform.

"Kita..." Sasori pointed in a direction with a trembling finger.

Why is that person here?

"Xiduo?" Chen Xinghua turned to look at Xiduo, "Your name is Xiduo?"

This name seems to be exactly the same as the name of the guitarist who ran away halfway that Hongxia mentioned before.

Could it be that this red-haired guy is the guitarist who escaped?

"Hiss, we're being targeted." Kita pulled Sarada back a step.

Is this a coincidence?

We just left one live house and met again in another live house in the blink of an eye.

Is he planning to follow two high school girls like in some R18 comics, and when he follows them to a deserted area, he uses drugs to make them unconscious?

Then there's...

All kinds of unspeakable fantasies filled Kita's brain, making her body tremble.

She doesn't want to become the heroine in this movie.

"Don't joke, I'm just here to play, don't think too much." Chen Xinghua said and walked inside without looking back.

He has no interest in high school girls.

For him, instead of spending his energy on high school girls, it would be better to use this energy on how to get more sleep.

At least he really needs sleep.

25. Do you want to leave?

"Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to come and watch our Antispeech band's performance."

The MC who gave the closing thank you speech on stage was the live house's resident band, Irony.

"Pa pa pa." Kita clapped his hands politely along with the audience next to him.

The level of the Anti-Speech band is very good, at least much better than the Polaris band.

This is proven by the fact that there are far more audience members in the audience than the Polaris Band.

....But although Kita didn't want to admit it, the level of this irony band was far inferior to that annoying adult wearing a skull mask.

"Do you want to go? Before that person goes on stage to perform." Kita took Sara's wrist.

....Escape from here? Zuo Li stayed where he was.

"No."

"But wouldn't you feel bad if you heard that guy's guitar again?" Kita pulled Sara's arm hard.

Sarada just stood there like a stone, and no matter how hard Kita pulled, he couldn't move.

She pursed her lips and said nothing.

Can I carry the lives of other band members on my shoulders?

The Iron Language band on the stage was a senior band that Zuo Li had admired in the past, because every time they held a live performance, the audience was always crowded with members who came to watch their performance.

"He's on stage." Zuo Li stared blankly at the familiar figure coming onto the stage.

The man wearing the skull mask did not say anything about the opening MC like other bands did.

He just strummed the strings in the audience's confused eyes, and then plucked out a melody that was so familiar to Zuo Li that it couldn't be more familiar.

Then, just like what Zuo Li had remembered before, all the light on the stage was taken away by him.

Too dazzling. Zuo Li covered his eyes, not daring to look at the star shining brightly on the stage.

"I seem to have heard this melody somewhere." Kita crossed his arms and placed them flat on his chest.

"The cover is of Freebird, one of the greatest guitar solos in rock history." As if some sensitive enlightenment was triggered, Zuo Li stopped crying and feeling sad, and began to talk incessantly about music-related knowledge.

"But without the rhythm guitar, drums, and bass, going straight from the solo of Freebird is like eating only the yolk of a salted duck egg; the flavor is lost and the oil is scattered."

“Even though I say that, it sounds really cool.”

In addition to being the captain of a high school girl band, Sara is also a music fan.

Because of this, Zuo Li realized how big the gap was between himself and the man wearing the skull mask.

If only I, the lead singer on guitar, could play Free Bird as perfectly as the guy who was creating a frenzy on stage.

Nature can easily carry the lives of others.

...but not myself.

So am I really qualified to be a professional band leader and shoulder the responsibility of other band members' lives?

Zuo Li's thoughts were quickly drowned in the notes shouting freedom.

By the time Zuo Li came back to his senses from the music, the man wearing the skull mask had already taken his guitar backstage.

Backstage, Chen Xinghua put away his guitar and sent a message to Hong Xia.

"That runaway guitarist you mentioned earlier, did she have red hair?"

Hmm... I sent it to the wrong person, it's gone cold.

It’s okay, we can just withdraw it later...right?

"Why post black and white photos?"

Chen Xinghua looked at the picture of Kita that Liang sent him, which looked like a posthumous photo, and he had countless complaints in his heart that he wanted to vent.

"Because I want to send you Xiduo's pictures, but it's too troublesome to find them in the album." Liang Youliang's voice was like a mobile phone screen, transmitted to Chen Xinghua's ears.

“So I looked for the photos that were closest to me.”

"But why is the photo closest to you this thing that looks like a black and white death photo?" Chen Xinghua pressed the virtual button on the phone screen hard, as if he wanted to concentrate all his desire to complain on the sentences he was about to send to Liang.

"Because I thought Kita might have had an accident recently, I printed a black and white photo. This way, if she really had an accident, I wouldn't have to print a posthumous photo." Liang replied immediately.

"Don't send lunch boxes to people casually... Even though Xiduo's condition looks like he's had an accident, he hasn't replied to Hongxia's messages." Chen Xinghua sent this message.

But looking at this black and white photo, is the Kita we just met really the guitarist who escaped from the disbanded band?

"Wait, didn't I ask if Xiduo's hair is red? Why did you give me a black and white photo? Wouldn't it be impossible to tell what color her hair is?" Chen Xinghua sent this message with a lot of complaints.

After a minute, Liang replied.

"I forgot."

Chen Xinghua shook his head, and his impression of the unreliability of the bassist in his team deepened.

The most important thing when dating a girlfriend is to avoid the three Bs, which refer to the bassist, the bassist, and the bassist.

Because bassists are generally poor.

The bass joke came out again.

Chen Xinghua walked out from the backstage with a smile. Under the cover of dim lights, he walked along the corner of the wall, quietly passing by the audience whose passion had been ignited by him.

"Kita, I've decided not to start a professional band." Sasori's weak voice was completely drowned out by the cheers and roars in the venue.

"I can't shoulder the responsibility of their lives...Xiduo, disband? I don't have that idea. I won't let them down."

"It's just that I won't be going down the professional band path. I'll still get together with everyone to play in a band."

Chen Xinghua nodded. Playing in a band and pursuing a professional career in a band are two completely different concepts.

The former is a game that any novice group can play, but the latter is not something that a novice can get involved in.

"I'm very happy that you can figure this out. The plot where you can perform at the Tokyo Dome simply by relying on passion and dreams can only happen in music comics." Chen Xinghua pretended to have the signature hoarse voice, which made Zuo Li raise his head.

"Many musicians with dreams of success fail after selling only a few dozen CDs... In fact, most musicians can't reach the level of releasing a CD."