Crossing over, and then being blocked by a rich JK

Chapter 405 Conservatives all feel conservative.jpg【4K4】

When the hour and minute hands of the wall clock both pointed to six, the time had come to half past six in the afternoon.

Is this Enoden Session?

Why do I feel like something is wrong?
Looking at the crowded bar in front of him, Beichen Ichiro frowned unconsciously.

Before coming, he specifically looked up some information. According to local people in Kamakura, the business of the bar Enoden Session has always been stable, and most of the people who habitually come here to drink are regular customers of this bar.

Because of its stable customer base, the booths in this bar are usually not fully occupied on weekdays, with only one or two booths left.

——So he didn’t reserve a seat in advance.

At the moment, it seems that he shouldn't be so lazy.

"Well, it looks like I traveled through time in a trance. Today might not be Thursday as written on the calendar, but the weekend."

Beichen Ichiro smiled at himself, then took a step forward and walked into the bar.

He had traveled a long way, well, actually only a few hundred miles, from Tokyo to Kamakura. There was no reason for him to back off just because there were so many people.

What's more, he is not socially phobic.

"Excuse me, can you lend me your hand for a moment?"

Just as he pushed the door open, a middle-aged male's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"okay."

Beichen Ichiro responded and subconsciously turned his body to the side, looking behind him.

A male figure wearing a white shirt and carrying a camera on his shoulder came into his sight.

then.

His gaze moved slightly downward to the other person's chest, where there was an ID card.

[Kamakura Shimbun reporter: Konoe Daisho]

As if noticing his gaze, the reporter carrying the camera gave him a simple smile, nodded at him, and then squeezed into the crowded bar with the camera.

There hasn't been any explosive news in Kamakura for a long time. Now that there is finally a hot topic that has exploded in popularity, he must seize the opportunity.

"You won't really let him play with it, will you?"

After watching the reporter disappear in the crowd, Beichen Ichiro muttered something in a low voice. Then, as if he was amused by his own stupid words, he smiled and shook his head, and then squeezed into the crowd.

And just like the fortune he drew at Sensoji Temple last year, his luck this year was quite good.

Not long after squeezing into the crowd, he found an empty seat.

After using his money ability a little, he obtained the last empty seat in the booth with a piece of Yukichi's sincerity, and also assembled the seat and said yes.

"Hey, you're here too?"

Suddenly, a somewhat surprised voice sounded.

“You are…you!?”

Beichen Ichiro turned his head and used the dim light in the booth to identify the person he had just borrowed from.

"It's me. Thank you for what I said." Konoe Daisho nodded and started the conversation in a very familiar manner, "Come to think of it, sir, you are not from Kamakura, right?"

"How did you know that?"

Beichen Ichiro was a little surprised.

"Guess."

Konoe Daisho spread his hands out very frankly.

It's important to say it, and although this opening line is a bit old-fashioned, it is indeed useful.

"..."

"I'm just kidding. The main thing is that you're a stranger." Konoe Daisho paused and said, "There aren't many local residents in Kamakura, especially those who frequent this area. The residents nearby know who are strangers and who are familiar faces.

"I live around here."

To be more precise, he is a native of this bar, just one street away.

"Oh."

Beichen Ichiro nodded in sudden realization.

If that's the case, then it makes sense.

"So back to the point, are you here to see Watanabe's performance as well?"

Konoe Daisho brought the topic back to the topic very directly.

"Yes."

Beichen Ichiro nodded slightly and gave an affirmative answer. Then he picked up the tablet beside him and ordered a glass of Arashiyama Sui.

This is a wine recommended on the local forum in Kamakura.

It is a special drink made by mixing rum and soda water, supplemented by green tea and lemon. It tastes very good and is not very intoxicating.

Of course, the most important reason is that the hotel he booked is nearby.

——He came here on foot.

"Did the news spread so quickly?"

Konoe Daxiang lowered his eyebrows and muttered something quietly, with a sense of crisis between his brows.

As he expected, the news spread so quickly that curious people and media from other places also rushed over.

The bar is packed with people right now, and it will probably be even more crowded later. The walkways on the first floor and the railings on the second floor will probably be full of people.

"what news?"

Although the bar was a bit noisy, Ichiro Kitachen had always had a good ear.

He still heard Konoe Daisho mumbling something.

"It was the music critic named... Matsushima Rie. Yes, it was her tweet. The general meaning was that Watanabe, who will be on stage at 8 o'clock, should not be buried here. In her opinion, Watanabe's level has reached the level of the best professional singers."

Konoe Daisho did not hide it.

Firstly, his occupational disease told him that the middle-aged man in front of him was not his colleague; secondly, even if the man in front of him was his colleague who he had hidden well, the information he said was all from the Internet and did not reveal the key points at all.

Of course, the most important thing is that Beichen Ichiro just lent him a way.

“That tweet that blew up?”

Beichen Ichiro asked tentatively.

He does not mix with other circles and is not interested in the affairs of other circles, so he does not know the person named Matsushima Rie, but by listening carefully, he still understands the meaning of the words of the reporter in front of him.

That said, that tweet received a fair amount of attention.

"Yes, it exploded. It exploded completely."

Konoe Daisho nodded, picked up his glass of lemonade and took a big gulp down his throat.

The cold liquid flowed down his throat into his stomach, cooling him down.

"Many reporters and scouts with keen sense of smell have tacitly rushed to Kamakura, ready to make a big achievement." Konoe Daisho put down the cup and pointed to his work badge, "Including me."

"What do you call it?"

Even though he had just seen the other person's work badge, Beichen Ichiro still pretended not to know and asked this question.

"Konwei Daxiang, you can just call me Konowei."

Konoe Daisho introduced himself cheerfully.

"Beichen Ichiro, similarly, you can just call me Beichen."

Beichen Ichiro also briefly introduced himself.

"Hey, there's you too."

Konoe Daisho nodded, then turned and looked at his partner and photographer.

"Otsuka Kensuke."

The man who had just accepted a piece of Yukichi from Beichen Ichiro looked away and introduced himself with a guilty look.

Although this is his eighth year in work, his skin is still not much thicker than before.

"Hello, Mr. Otsuka."

Ichiro Kitano greeted Kensuke Otsuka.

He didn't think it mattered.

Paying for a seat is essentially a matter of mutual consent, and there is no need to worry about whether you feel embarrassed or not.

Anyway, after today, they will never see each other again.

They are still strangers in essence. "Hello, Mr. Beichen."

Kensuke Otsuka nodded, then looked away and fiddled with the camera his partner had brought over.

"Speaking of which, Beichen, have you ever heard the song Du Bian sang before?"

Konoe Daisho coughed lightly and changed the topic.

He and his partner have known each other for eight years, so they still have some tacit understanding.

Since people feel embarrassed, let him come and talk.

And to be frank, it was also his fault that he didn't recognize Beichen Ichiro at the first moment, otherwise his partner wouldn't have been so embarrassed.

“Yes, I heard it on Twitter.”

Beichen Ichiro nodded.

He also got this information from the local forum in Kamakura.

"So from the perspective of an outsider... let me ask, Mr. Beichen, is your work strongly related to the field of music? Or are you engaged in the field of music?"

Konoe Daxiang took out a piece of paper and a pen, then pressed the light control button under the sofa to brighten the light in the booth.

"Irrelevant."

Beichen Ichiro gave a concise answer.

"What do you think of Watanabe's singing skills?"

Konoe Daisho asked this question.

As a journalist, he knows exactly what a report requires.

What is needed is not only the thoughts of the writer, but also the opinions of other "passers-by".

"It's the best I've ever heard, especially among amateurs."

Ichiro Kitano gave a factual answer.

Sometimes he wondered what kind of expressions would those new authors who targeted Watanabe have if they knew that the great writer they were dreaming of was not only highly accomplished in writing, but also extremely talented in music.

But just think about it.

He is not the kind of person who would say something he shouldn't.

“Is it rated so highly?”

Konoe Daisho seamlessly entered into the working state and then guided Ichiro Kitano's speech.

"Yes, there are many young people playing music in Tokyo. Some are trained professionally, while others are just hobbies. But without exception, they are all inferior to Watanabe."

Ichiro Kitano knew that Konoe Daisho was guiding him to speak, but he didn't care and spoke frankly about his true thoughts.

Of course, there is also a desire to cause trouble to someone.

It's because that person always makes requests that are difficult for him to fulfill.

Not only does the new book cover a wide range of topics, it even has to be split up from the original printed volume and turned into a serial.

The most important thing is that he was fucking convinced.

He would feel guilty if he didn't get himself into trouble.

Looking back, when did he feel so aggrieved?

"Can you be more specific about this 'meaning'?"

Konoe Daisho did not rush to write down these controversial words, but instead started asking.

"Of course." Beichen Yilang nodded, and then began to talk, "Let's talk about the singers who were trained in singing. There must be no problem with their skills, or even if there is a problem, I, an outsider, can't hear it.

"It's like the pitch is too high, the transition between true and false voices is not smooth enough, there are flaws in the connection between certain notes, etc.

“But as an outsider, I can tell whether there is emotion in the song, whether they put themselves into the song, whether they try to understand the song and interpret it.

"When I listen to them singing, I feel that their skills are in place, but the songs lack emotion and recognition. They are just singing, without any characteristics, and the feeling is streamlined."

Although he doesn't know much about the entertainment industry, or the music industry, many of the things he knows are the same, including but not limited to that if you want people to remember you, you must have characteristics, and these characteristics must be strong enough.

Only when it is strong enough to become a characteristic can you stand out among a group of newcomers pursuing their dreams.

Otherwise it will be swallowed up.

"What if it's not a professional thing, but just a hobby?"

Konoe Daisho quickly wrote down the key words in his notebook and started asking more questions.

"For the latter, the singing is full of emotion and they are trying to get into the mood of the song, but due to their own skills, they often make things worse and break the voice is common."

Having said that, Beichen Ichiro sighed unconsciously.

To be honest, he had never specifically watched those singers' road shows, but based on the dozen or so times he had encountered them, the situation was just as he described.

He didn't even exaggerate; he spoke entirely according to the facts.

Playing music is indeed cool and youthful, but if you want to make a living from it, it is not something that can be done easily.

Turning a hobby into a career requires not only opportunity but also talent.

Especially in fields like music and writing, the word "talent" can be cruel and terrifying.

"Then in your opinion, if Watanabe is willing to debut, can he make a difference as a new singer?"

Konoe Daisho raised his head and looked at Kitano Ichiro very seriously.

He remembered everything the latter had just said.

Of course, there is no exaggeration.

"You are being too conservative. In my opinion, it is not that he has made any achievements, but that he should be better than 99.9% of young singers."

Beichen Ichiro directly started making outrageous remarks.

However, although it is a brutal statement, it is actually the truth.

After all, Watanabe Yu has done it once.

With Jay's alias, the entire music industry is unable to raise its head.

Moreover, as Jay's new songs topped the hot song charts again and again, the online attacks on him have long since degenerated from his singing skills to his lack of appearance and his appearance.

All I can say is that the clown’s appearance is always strange, but his ending is always the same.

“Isn’t this a bit too radical?”

Konoe Daisho was a little afraid to write.

If he wrote down this argument and included it in the interview with an amateur, their newspaper envelope would be torn to pieces by the singer's fanatical fans.

After all, in this era, people don’t care what your full text is, they only care about whether the content you quoted out of context is controversial enough.

Just cut off the beginning and the end a little bit and I'll lead you directly to the big one.

"Is this radical? I even think what I said was conservative."

Beichen Ichiro waved his hand. Although he was somewhat reluctant in his heart, he could only continue to praise Watanabe Yu because what was said could be spilled.

He couldn't just change his tone at the last minute and say that Watanabe Yu was actually nothing.

Then his head will be pointy.

"That……"

"Dear guests, please be patient. With the consent of the parties concerned, Watanabe's performance tonight will be adjusted from 8 to 9 to 7 to 8. Ladies and gentlemen, let us give a warm round of applause to invite Watanabe and his partner Hayakawa."

As Miyajima Taki's voice faded from the loudspeaker, Konoe Daisho was forced to swallow his words.

The bar, which was noisy a second ago, suddenly became quiet.

After a brief silence and staring at each other in confusion, a solitary applause rang out.

And this applause was like a ringing bell, and people who had come back to their senses attracted by the sound began to applaud.

From scattered to dense, the applause rang out like a tide.

pat.

Suddenly, with the sound of some kind of control switch, the room suddenly became dark.

Then, a beam of white light hit the stage.

Pairs of eyes looked over there.

Under the dazzling light, the two outstanding figures seemed to be covered with a veil of light.

The person at the center of the topic walked into their field of vision leisurely.

(End of this chapter)