Reborn in Tokyo, but my sister is Dai Wei

"This massage is not right..."

She asked with a trembling voice.

"Before your memory was erased, you had the habit of playing games and asking me to give you a massage to relax you. How was it? Did you recall any fragments?"

Hirasawa Makoto seemed to be used to it and spoke in a calm tone.

Is it really a relaxing massage? Why does it look so much like it?

Jialu trembled all over and wanted to avoid Hirasawa Makoto's hand, but subconsciously she was unwilling to move because of the increasingly clear sense of comfort.

It's going to break down -

A few minutes later.

Jialu was breathing softly, a faint fragrance coming out of her open mouth, her face was flushed with an intoxicated look, and her eyes became blurred.

Makoto Hirasawa rummaged through the closet for a while, found a clean pair of panties, and placed them where the blonde girl could reach them.

"Have you bought any groceries today? I'll go make you some midnight snack."

"Yeah, yeah, they're all in the refrigerator."

"Okay, then it'll be the same as usual."

The footsteps faded away, and Jialu, with her cheek buried in the pillow, quietly raised her little head.

huh~~~

It really feels good to be taken care of.

As long as she continued to play the role of Gabriel, she could be lazy and depraved with a clear conscience, enjoying the unprecedented feeling of being loved...

Jialu quickly shook her head, driving the selfish thoughts out of her mind.

Just to find out why Gabriel fell!

But as for Gabriel, let her stay in heaven for a few more days.

At the same time, somewhere in the heaven, in a stone house with medieval architectural style.

A certain blond useless angel sneezed several times.

“Ahhhhhhh, I want to go back to the human world!!!”

Volume 1: Chapter 150: Mr. Hirasawa, please marry me!

Budokan, Tokyo.

This place, regarded as a dream place by countless Japanese musicians, has once again welcomed a great epoch-making band since the Beatles, Led Zeppelin and Queen.

tread--

Slowly taking off her sunglasses, the pink-haired girl revealed her calm and confident blue eyes.

"A legendary guitarist!"

“Ahhhhh, it’s Goto-san!!!”

"No regrets in this life!"

……

Following Goto Ichiri's action, there were waves of cheers from the audience.

With a calm expression and without any stage fright, Goto Ichiri took the microphone from Kita's hand and pressed it down in the air with one hand, causing the entire audience to fall silent.

"Thank you all for your support, I want to announce something——"

She looked at Makoto Hirasawa behind the keyboard without any concealment, and his eyes revealed an incredible yet extremely expectant feeling.

"Makoto Hirasawa and I love each other," she said, pulling out a small, exquisite box from her pocket. "Today, in front of the band, all the fans, and the global audience watching on TV, I want to propose to Makoto Hirasawa!"

Goto Ichiri knelt on one knee:

"Pirata Makoto, please marry me!"

Huhahuha——

The pink-haired girl raised her head sharply, and the familiar blackboard and the back of the head at the table in front of her came into view.

It turns out it was just a dream...

Goto Ichiri shook his legs as if nothing had happened, rubbed his arms a few times, and wiped the saliva on the table calmly.

The whole class seemed to be voting for the school festival activities, and she fainted when she heard the words friendship and bond...

Wait, wait a minute? ! !

The azure pupils suddenly shrank, which meant that school had already started? ! ! !

Summer vacation is not a vacation to say goodbye to the hot summer, but a vacation that is sent away by the hot summer.

Before I could catch the last bit of the holiday, the two-month vacation came to an end, and before I knew it, school had already started!

"Everyone is welcome to perform at the Xiuhua Festival. Students who are interested can just send their letters of intent to the student union."

Goto Ichiri came to his senses and was slightly tempted.

Speaking of which, the reason she learned guitar was because she wanted to stand out in front of everyone.

A small drama unfolds in the girl's mind——

The host came on stage and introduced: "Now, please welcome the closing band - the legends from Class A, Grade 1, Kita-san and Hirasawa-san!"

There were cheers and discussions from the audience.

"And Goto Nao and Goto Ichiri from the first-year class C!"

Ignoring the fact that the host almost mispronounced her name, she shyly walked out of the curtain and the discussion in the audience suddenly stopped.

"Who is she?"

"The host said her name seemed to be Wu or Wu Xuexue?"

“I don’t know him at all…”

"It's boring..."

Paji~

Goto Ichiri covered his cheeks and said, "Don't do that!"

So things like school festival performances should just exist in your imagination!

……

The rooftop at lunch time.

Hirasawa Makoto, Kita, and Goto Ichiri sat cross-legged.

"So what? I think there's nothing wrong with the performance!"

Kita poked Hirasawa Makoto with his left, and looked at Goto Ichiri with his right. There seemed to be popping stars behind his fiery red hair.

Class A of the first grade also received the notice during the morning assembly, and as a top Yang corner, Kita naturally did not want to miss the opportunity to perform in front of the whole school.

"Ah... well, I, I can do it, it depends on everyone."

Goto Ichiri replied in a low voice.

"Where's Hirasawa-san?"

"That's fine with me," Hirasawa Makoto nodded, then changed the subject, "But I have to go on stage now."

ha?

Facing the puzzled looks of the two girls, he recalled for a moment.

"When class was over in the morning, I saw Goto-san walking around the drop box in front of the student union with a form in his hand. For some reason, he threw the paper into the trash can."

(I was discovered!)

The pressure came to Goto Ichiri.

"I guess Goto-san was too nervous and accidentally mistook the trash can for a drop box, so I picked it up and found it was a band performance application, so I helped her drop it in."

Makoto Hirasawa smiled kindly, revealing two rows of white teeth.

There are still many kind-hearted people in the world...

Puff, puff.

Refers to the sound made by the pink-haired girl, like a balloon being pricked by a needle.

Hey.

A message came to Goto Ichiri's phone at the right time. It was a notification message sent by the student union after receiving the performance application.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--

The guitar hero collapsed, convulsing.

…………

After class that day, in the Starry Performance Hall.

Five people... no, it should be said that four people and a yellow trash can were sitting face to face.

"…Pochi-chan, you're saying that you accidentally filled out the application form, accidentally walked to the door of the student union after class, and finally accidentally threw the application form into the trash can?"

"Ah, yes, that's right."

The voice of the little social phobic came out from the large trash can with "Non-burnable Trash" written on it, and it sounded a bit muffled.

Hong Xia blinked her beautiful ruby eyes, supported her fair chin with a pair of slender hands, and the corners of her mouth curved like waves.

Everyone understood that the child clearly wanted to go on stage, but she just couldn't muster up the courage at the last step. Fortunately, Makoto Hirasawa helped her.

Makoto Hirasawa was sitting next to the trash can - this yellow trash can was the one he bought specifically for the socially anxious girl.

At first, everyone including the store manager didn't quite understand, but when they found that the socially anxious girl hiding in the trash can finally dared to express her opinion, they couldn't help but admire Makoto Hirasawa's understanding of the habits of the pink wild snake.

"Goto-kun, anyone who tells a lie will be taken to make up for his evil spirits."

He stood up and opened the lid of the trash can with one hand. The fluorescent light shone into the trash can. The pink-haired girl immediately shrank into a ball, like a vampire who was afraid of the light.

“Ah, um, uh…”

Seeing this, Hong Xia couldn't help but reach out and pull away Hirasawa Makoto's hand:

"Makoto-kun, don't bully Pochi-chan. Since you've already submitted your registration form, just focus on training... By the way, how's the progress of Ryo's new song?"

"..."

While Hirasawa Makoto was still discussing the school festival with the girls, at the same time on the other side.

In the Setagaya residential area, there is a large supermarket far away from Hirasawa's house.

The girl was wearing a dark blue uniform with a pleated skirt, and her chestnut hair was tied into a short ponytail that made her look like a wife. She was standing in front of a container full of safety barriers, feeling a little embarrassed.

For example, if I remember correctly, Cheng-chan's size is about...

The two little feet wrapped in white socks were turned inward because of nervousness. She lowered her head worriedly and bit her teeth lightly to recall the moment again.

Although she deliberately avoided several supermarkets frequented by her neighbors, the girl still couldn't suppress her inner shyness.

Just buy this, this, and this!

You stretched out his little hand and grabbed a handful of safety barrier devices in one breath.

"No, I don't know how many boxes there are, but it should be enough!"

Volume 1: Chapter 151: Worry: I just accidentally sprained my foot

Things to know before watching: The protagonist has no blood relationship with Hirasawa Yu and Hirasawa Wei. He is an abandoned child picked up by the Hirasawa couple, and it is not a temporary patch. This matter is also recorded at the beginning of the book.

…………

There have been more than fifty large-scale battles in Hirasawa Makoto's room throughout the ages, and it is difficult to say who is right or wrong, but Wei and You have noticed that it is in this small room that the fate of many girls' winners or losers is decided, so there has been a saying since ancient times that whoever gets the room gets Hirasawa Makoto.

That night, the full moon was shrouded in gauze-like clouds, and the stars seemed extremely dim under the neon lights of Tokyo, a city that never sleeps.

The moon is dark and the wind is strong. Tonight is a good day for a night attack!