Lonely Rock for the Blind.

Ichi Nijika sighed, then looked up at Goto Ichiri.

"Speaking of which, Yili, how's the lyrics coming along?"

"…well?"

Goto Ichiri suddenly paused for a moment.

"lyrics…?"

The others... except for Nekoyashiki Haru, looked at Goto Ichiri.

"You're the Minister of Lyrics, haven't you forgotten, Ichiri?"

"... "

Goto Ichiri's body slowly hardened.

Click!

Cracks appeared on its body, emitting golden light.

"Ahhh! We won't ask anymore! Don't sit on the golden statue, Yili!"

"Ichi Nijika quickly said."

Kita Ikuyo picked up the shards from the ground and stuffed them back into the crack in Goto Ichiri's body.

"Alright, alright, Goto-kun, it's okay, it's okay, you didn't do anything wrong..."

"I did it! I'm... I'm 80% done!"

Goto Ichiri suddenly shouted.

"Is...is that so? That would be perfect, haha..."

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Ichiji Nijika's forehead as she smiled and said.

"Tomorrow...tomorrow! I'll bring you the lyrics tomorrow!"

Goto Ichiri patted his chest forcefully as he spoke.

Lyrics of Chapter 54

"Please help me, Mr. Nekoyashiki!"

"... "

When Nekoyashiki Haru heard the doorbell ring early in the morning, she opened the door to find Goto Ichiri pleading for her.

"…What?"

"Nekoyashiki Haru asked."

"Lyrics! Lyrics!"

Goto Ichiri, who was sitting on the ground, got up and then froze.

The cat in front of me, Haru, was wearing a loose white t-shirt, which was stained with some messy colors.

"...One mile?"

Nekoyashiki Haru, who had been waiting for a response, spoke up to remind him.

"Ah...sorry, sorry, I got distracted...I've been writing lyrics since I got home last night, but no matter what I do, it just won't work! They're all gloomy and dark, like curses! That kind of thing definitely can't be used as lyrics! I tried to compose with that in mind...and in the end, all I got was...something really weird."

"I'm actually more curious about other things than the lyrics..."

Nekoyashiki Haru sighed.

"You're supposed to be at school today? And how did you know my exact house number?"

"Ah... I found out the house number from Hongxia... I've asked for leave from school."

Goto Ichiri explained.

"...Just for the lyrics?"

Nekoyashiki Haru tilted her head and asked.

Goto Ichiri nodded vigorously.

"If Kita-san pesters me at school, I'm doomed! She'll definitely ask me in front of a bunch of classmates how the lyrics are coming along, and since I haven't written anything, I'll be looked down upon by everyone! [How could I disappoint Kita-san! Goto is so bad!] That's very likely to happen! Then I'll be isolated, then there will be school bullying, and then the teachers will dislike me! Without a place to belong at school, I won't even be able to study properly, and I might drop out early without even graduating from high school. And because of my bad reputation at school, I'll be kicked out of the band, and in the end, I won't be able to find a job and will only become a useless person like the older sister, drinking at home every day, and even my mother can't stand me like that..."

"Alright, alright, stop talking. I roughly understand what's going on."

Nekoyashiki Haru covered her face and said.

"Come in and talk."

"Thank...Thank you."

Goto Ichiri slowly walked into the house, and was immediately shocked by what he saw.

Okay, nothing to be shocked about, it's just normal furniture.

However, this was the first time Goto Ichiri had entered a single apartment belonging to a man her age, and everything here seemed so new and exciting at that moment.

Please, sit wherever you like...

After saying that, Nekoyashiki Haru walked towards the kitchen.

Goto Ichiri looked down. There was a blank sheet of paper on the coffee table. It seemed that he hadn't thought of what to draw on it yet, and it was still a blank sheet of paper. On the contrary, the coffee table around the paper was covered with a lot of dried paint...

"The paint on the coffee table... is it... art?"

Goto Ichiri said cautiously.

"It's not art, I just accidentally drew it outside the lines."

Nekoyashiki Haru walked over, carrying a drink.

Actually, my dream used to be to be a painter.

"painter?"

Goto Ichiri blinked.

"Yes, but there's basically no hope after going blind. I only paint occasionally, but actually my paintings are all messy. The paint on my coffee table is the result; it's all from my accidental painting. I only noticed it the next day when I touched it."

"Oh, it was drawn accidentally... I thought that was the intended design..."

Nekoyashiki Haru sat down next to Goto Ichiri.

"Okay, Yili, didn't you say you wanted me to help you write lyrics? How far have you gotten?"

"Uh... this..."

Goto Ichiri took out a notebook from her pocket and handed it to Nekoyashiki Haru, thoughtfully turning to the lyrics page.

"This...this...please read it..."

"Did you make the Braille version?"

Nekoyashiki Haru asked Goto Ichiri.

"Huh? No...no..."

Goto Ichiri paused for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes wide.

I forgot again!!! Mr. Nekoyashiki is blind!!!

"Sigh...sometimes I really don't know if you did it accidentally or on purpose..."

With a sigh, Nekoyashiki Haru handed the notebook back.

"Read it to me."

"Ah... that..."

Goto Ichiri's voice sounded a little flustered.

"...Are you ashamed? It's normal. I feel ashamed when I listen to the lyrics I wrote in the past."

Nekoyashiki Haru stood up.

"Then I'll go to the bedroom. You can record it on your phone, and I'll listen to it when I come out in a bit."

"Ah! Great!"

Nekoyashiki Haru turned around and smiled, then walked towards the bedroom.

Click.

"Phew... It's so great that I don't have to read it to their face..."

Goto Ichiri breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up his phone, turned on the recording, and cleared his throat.

"Cough cough...no...I can't take it anymore..."

Goto Ichiri's cheeks began to turn red.

"You...you said that, and Fangfang gave up on moving forward."

Nekoyashiki Haru behind the bedroom door couldn't help but smirk, but he quickly suppressed it with his strong willpower.

"Walk...walk on an endless road, are you afraid of never reaching anywhere...gurgle..."

Goto Ichiri's cheeks were burning hot.

Why did I write these things?

Are we going to play this for Mr. Nekoyashiki later? No, this kind of thing is complete garbage to Mr. Nekoyashiki, isn't it?!

What if we make Mr. Nekoyashiki go deaf?!

Goto Ichiri's voice was broken and intermittent, as if she was struggling with her inner thoughts.

"Phew...yes...to everyone in the world who's working hard...keep going..."

Recording is finished!!!

Goto Ichiri threw her phone aside as if she were liberated.

Click.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and Nekoyashiki Haru, who had changed into clean clothes, walked in.