Zongman: People are in the music show, relaxed and happy

After all, he was embarrassed to ask Ichichi Hoshige to help him receive the various bands.

While waiting, he also asked people he knew to help forward the poster.

After waiting for more than half an hour, the first band representative came over.

Representatives from other bands followed suit.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Shirakawa Ze saw Ijichi Koka and Yamada Ryo coming in.

"Ozawa!"

After seeing the boy sitting at the ticket office, Ichichi Hongxia's ahoge trembled twice in joy, and then she walked quickly to him with a bright face.

"I heard that Ozawa held a competition, that's awesome!"

“Can we sign up?”

Baichuanze smiled and took out a registration form and handed it over with both hands.

"Of course, you are welcome to participate!"

Yamada Ryo, who was standing by, looked at him with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Ozawa, can this competition be shady?"

"Like maybe you can get the first place prize without having to compete?"

Baichuanze put away his smile and looked serious.

"No."

While they were talking, a girl wearing Hanasakigawa's school uniform and carrying a bass box walked in. She walked straight to Shirakawa Ze and stared at him with her emerald eyes. No emotion could be seen.

"Hello, please give me fifteen registration forms."

Volume 1: Chapter 179 What is Forgetting?

Shirakawa Ze looked at Hachiman Kailing in front of him. For some reason, he felt that the other person was looking at someone he knew.

But he didn't think much about it, but reminded him.

"Each band only needs to fill out one registration form, and it must be filled out by a representative designated by the band."

Hachiman Kailing nodded.

"I am the bassist for more than 30 bands. Due to time constraints and the differences in styles between the bands, I can only participate with 15 of them this time."

"They all agreed to let me fill out the registration form on their behalf."

“This is also more efficient and can save time on your end.”

Baichuan Ze didn't say anything else. He counted out fifteen registration forms and handed them over.

Ijichi Kouka on the side glanced at Hachiman Kailing with some surprise, but didn't say anything.

Yamada Ryo looked directly at the other person without any hesitation and asked seriously,

"Making money?"

Hachiman Kailing glanced at her, shook her head slightly, and continued to fill out the registration form.

After filling out the registration form, Baichuanze added her contact information and pulled her into the group, while explaining,

"The registration period will end at 12 noon tomorrow. At the same time, I will also post the music scores you need to perform in the group."

Hachiman Kailing said she understood, then picked up her bass box and left.

When she walked out of STARRY, there was some thoughtfulness in her eyes.

[Shirakawaze...]

[I didn’t expect that we would be connected so quickly…]

……

Shirakawa Ze stayed at STARRY until ten o'clock in the evening, then went to Yutenji Wakamaki's house to sign the contract and then went back.

Today, more than fifty bands signed up.

Although he didn't know what the final result would be, at least the number of applicants exceeded the task requirements, and judging from Ichichi Xingka's circle, they should all be bands capable of performing live, so he felt it was okay.

On the way back, Shirakawa Ze sent a message to Takamatsu Deng,

"Deng-chan, I'm going to go to school tomorrow to ask for a few days off. I'll stay with STARRY until the competition is over next Thursday."

"But it won't affect my going to watch your live show on Saturday."

The other party replied quickly.

"Okay, Ze-kun, you've worked hard."

"I'll help you after the live."

The next morning, Shirakawa Ze came to school, but instead of going to the classroom, he went straight to the office and found the head teacher.

When the latter heard that the former wanted to take leave until next Thursday, his eyes became slightly more serious.

"Shirakawa-san, let me remind you that you can be promoted directly from freshman to sophomore with the activity rewards, but to be promoted from sophomore to junior, you have to rely entirely on your ability."

Baichuanze smiled.

"Don't worry, teacher, I won't drag the class down in every exam."

In fact, this is a humble statement. The high school courses are basically not difficult for him. I can't say how high a ranking he can get, but at least he will have no problem being among the top.

But from the head teacher's perspective, this sentence sounded more like the other party was fooling him.

Although he felt a little disappointed in his son, he did not say much. He just approved the leave and asked him to report to him every day that he was safe.

When taking such a long leave, parents should usually be notified, but the other party has no parents, so he can only report it himself.

After collecting the leave note, Shirakawa Ze came to STARRY. As of noon, only a dozen bands had signed up.

When the time was up, he announced the end of registration and sent the music score of "aLIEz" to the band representatives group.

Soon, the music score of this song became known to more and more people.

[Decided to be stubborn]

[Since the trance れを出たチープなhokori で (put on an arrogant coat and have ridiculous self-esteem)]

[Otonara げても (even though the voice and appearance are fierce)]

[The sad shame that was once shelved on the shelf has actually been soaked in the mirror)]

When she saw the first few lines of the lyrics, Toyokawa Shoko was stunned and her mind went blank.

If she didn't know who released the music for this song, she probably wouldn't have thought much about it.

But she knew that this was a song released by Shirakawa Ze, and that a competition was held specifically for this song.

Almost everyone who plays in a band knows this.

She immediately turned off her phone and didn't dare to look down.

She felt that every word of these words was piercing her heart, as if they were mercilessly piercing her ridiculous and hypocritical self-esteem.

She closed her eyes and lay on the table, trying to calm herself down, but those lyrics kept reappearing and churning in her mind...

She felt herself about to collapse, so she stood up and left the classroom.

The moment she walked out the back door, a tear slid down her face and fell to the ground.

But no one cares.

Subconsciously, she quickly walked towards the storage room on the top floor.

This is where she had lunch every day when she first started school.

When she reached the door of the storage room, she heard someone talking inside. It was a voice full of energy.

"Pochi-chan, I'm ready!"

Then, a guitar sound that I had never heard before but felt strangely familiar began to sound.

By the time she realized something, it was too late.

"Judgment..."

The penetrating voice clearly brought the song to her ears.

She couldn't hold it in any longer, so she ran to an empty classroom on the other side while crying, closed the door, and then leaned against the door, hugged her arms and slowly squatted down...

After school in the afternoon, Shoko Toyokawa came to the practice room, slowly walked to the piano, opened the key cover, and then sat down.

She stared at the piano keys in front of her in silence, feeling no desire to touch them at all.

As she watched, for some reason, she felt that the black and white piano keys suddenly began to blend and entangle before her eyes...

Slowly, the black keys seemed to swallow up the white keys, and only black was left before her eyes.

She stood up and walked to the locker, slowly opened the door, then took out the mask and skirt inside, ready to shoot the video.

Looking at the clothes in her hands, she suddenly had an idea. She put the skirt back and sat on the sofa with the mask.

"Oblivionis."

She stared at the mask and murmured,

"forget."

"What is forgetting?"

"You say you want to forget, but you are obviously the one who is most unwilling to forget and the one who is most afraid of forgetting."

"I want self-esteem in my heart, but I have no idea what true self-esteem is, and I am not qualified to talk about it."

She plucked off the feathers and artificial branches on the mask bit by bit.

"You are always avoiding, always afraid to face your true feelings, always only caring about your own feelings..."

She took out a black marker from her bag and began to paint the mask, which was only made of fabric and frame, black little by little.

"Let me see how far you, a hypocritical and selfish person, can go..."