People are in animation, but they can connect to reality

The afternoon classes were very simple. New books were distributed and briefly introduced to each other, and then school was over.

After the school bell rang, the classmates began to discuss with their new friends about going to the school club to explore. However, Asagi was confused because of Tanabe Tsuyoshi's words.

Because he has no new anime to watch. It's fine if there are no new anime, but there are no old anime to watch either. Why is there no second dimension in the world of the second dimension? This is unscientific.

However, Asagi is not a real person. Looking at various clubs, he has no interest in them. Is he going to become a member of the Going Home Club?

Coming to the new world, Asagi decided to either work hard to make money and give himself a good life in the future, or fight again for the things he had longed for before. Apart from that, Asagi didn't want to do anything else.

"Inoue-san, what club are you going to join?"

When most of the students in the class had left, a girl came to Asagi's seat and greeted him.

Asagi knew her, Kotobuki Nana, the most beautiful girl in the class. When she stood up to introduce herself just now, not only Asagi, but also the male classmates in the class, all focused their attention on Kotobuki Nana's face.

That tender face, pretty features and sharp eyes all declare that this girl is a beauty.

At this moment, Kotobuki Nanaha took the initiative to come to Asagi and greet him, which made him feel a little flattered. You know, a beautiful woman taking the initiative to throw herself into his arms, this is something that only happens in dreams.

"I haven't figured it out yet, Kotobuki-san, how about you?"

Asagi asked back. Asagi was too embarrassed to say that he didn't know anything and wasn't interested in anything.

“Maybe I’m going to form a band.”

"Orchestra?"

"Well, Inoue-san, can you play an instrument? Guitar, bass, anything."

"I'm sorry, but I can't."

I'm so sorry, I don't even have any strengths at all. Asagi was speechless about his own abilities.

"Don't talk to others so easily, Qiyu, it will cause a commotion."

Suddenly, a girl appeared outside and interrupted the conversation between Kotobuki Nanaha and Asagi. The girl had golden curly hair and looked short and small, like a pug.

Kotobuki Nana quickly left the place under the girl's help. Before leaving, she nodded politely to Asagi to express her apology.

"What a shame! I was so close to asking Kotobuki-san for his email address."

Tanabe Tsuyoshi, who was standing by, felt sorry for Asagi.

"Kotobuki Nanaha was a famous beauty in junior high school. She had so many admirers that they could circle the earth three times. Furthermore, many scouts approached her privately, but she rejected them all. She must be the daughter of some famous family."

Tanabe Tsuyoshi looked at Asagi with a look of regret, then reached out and patted Asagi's shoulder, pretending to comfort him.

"This kind of person is not someone we can approach."

He shook his head, sighed, and even screamed, "It would be great if Kotobuki-san just came from an ordinary family!"

Asagi understood Tanabe Tsuyoshi's cry. A girl who is too outstanding will indeed discourage boys. After all, being well-matched is an eternal truth.

Asagi frowned as he looked at the direction where Kotobuki Nana disappeared. There was indeed no memory of Kotobuki in his mind.

After leaving campus, Asagi wandered around this unfamiliar city, with nowhere to go. He didn't want to stay in the cold, rented apartment. Stepping off the train, Asagi recalled the corner of the mall where he'd met MMK the night before.

He wanted to go there again, but it was still early and MMK didn't seem to have come to work yet.

During this boring time, Asagi went to a nearby restaurant, ordered a bowl of noodles, and then opened the mobile phone in this world to search.

He wanted to confirm his guess and see what was missing from this world.

He entered the keywords of the familiar anime, light music and songs he liked in his mind one by one, but most of the search results were irrelevant.

After seeing the ending, Asagi half leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling.

"You're a thief, Asagi."

Asagi said to himself, then burst into laughter,

“The way to make money is right here!”

Asagi's laughter attracted the attention of the surrounding customers, and the waiter had to stand up and stop him with a smile on his face.

"Your noodles are ready."

Rupa gently placed the noodles in front of Asagi, and reminded him in a gentle way with a gentle smile. Asagi realized his mistake and quickly apologized to the gentle older sister in front of him.

He looked up and took a closer look at Rupa, a familiar feeling coming over him. Asagi couldn't help but stare at Rupa's figure, his eyes following his movements.

"You are so rude!"

As a result, another little girl next to her was extremely reluctant to get up. She made a fuss and wanted to come up and teach Asagi a lesson.

"it's okay no problem."

Rupa comforted the little girl and dragged her to the kitchen.

Asagi blinked, realizing she wasn't mistaken. They were Rupa and Ebizuka Satoshi, two girls desperately pursuing their dreams.

As they left the restaurant, Asagi couldn't help but look at Rupa. She was still the same as before, with a smile that never seemed to fade from her face. No matter what the situation, Rupa always had a smile on her face to greet others.

After leaving the restaurant, Asagi found a seat at the place where he met MMK last night. He thought back to the day he had traveled through time and space. He had been feeling uneasy and confused.

The fundamental reason is that he has no connection with this world, that is, his roots are not here. To some extent, Asagi should be in a state of sociological death.

Therefore, he must find something he wants to do, connect himself closely with this society, and make him truly feel that he is living here.

So, if he couldn't find his goal, maybe he could make money! Asagi remembered that although money can't solve all problems, it can solve 99% of them.

How could he make money? Asagi pondered. He couldn't draw and publish manga! Besides, the anime world seemed limited to children's animation. If he rashly published a manga, not only would no publisher be willing to publish it, but there might not even be an audience.

Music seemed to be the new thing in this world. He saw many students at school carrying instruments, so he thought he could try carrying some music. Once he made his first fortune, he would gradually expand his business and bring the world of the second dimension to the second dimension.

However, he couldn't sing or compose. It seemed he'd have to collaborate with others. Asagi nodded, pleased with his own idea. Bringing happiness to the new world.

"I'm going to hire you, MMK!"

Asagi clenched his fists and made a decision.

Chapter 6 Sign the contract, MMK

MMK, whose full name is Momoka Kawaharaki, is a high school dropout who formed a band with other friends during her high school years. The band gained considerable fame in the local area and had many fans at school.

So MMK suggested to her friends that they come to Tokyo together to make a living. Many people in the band were still worried at the time, but MMK's optimistic attitude infected the other girls, and they set out to explore the new city.

A few years later, they gained some fame and had thousands of fans, but MMK quit.

Between dreams and reality, MMK doesn't know how to compromise? Or is it because of his own paranoia?

About an hour later, Asagi spotted MMK. MMK had changed her outfit. She wore a black tight-fitting jacket with a white shirt underneath, black ankle boots, and dark blue denim shorts. With her long, light yellow hair, she looked very energetic.

MMK arrived at the same place where she had performed the previous day. She expertly unpacked her backpack, took out her guitar, and plugged it in. Once everything was ready, MMK picked up the guitar and briefly adjusted its tone.

Her slender fingers gently plucked the guitar strings a few times, and the guitar produced a pleasant sound. For a music idiot like Asagi, he couldn't tell the difference between good and bad. His judgment was only good or bad.

People were coming and going on the street, and MMK was singing hard. Asagi couldn't tell whether those songs were composed by MMK himself or covers of other people's songs.

Soon, beads of sweat began to form on MMK's forehead, and she would wipe them away between songs. Although she sang very hard, people were unwilling to stop for MMK.

The same situation as yesterday happened again, and Asagi didn't know how many times the situation like tonight had been repeated.

MMK kept singing like this, and after about an hour, she seemed a little tired. She put down the guitar and picked up the water at hand and put it to her lips.

Asagi saw MMK's head drooping, her head lowered, almost buried in her knees. Asagi knew that posture, with her arms around her calves and her head buried in her knees.

When people are sad or lonely, they will make that gesture, use their bodies to comfort themselves, use their body temperature to warm themselves again, and tell themselves that [they can still hold on].

"MMK-san?"

Asagi tiptoed over and called MMK softly.

MMK raised her head and Asagi's face appeared in front of her. She stared at Asagi for a while, and suddenly her eyes flashed and she thought of Asagi.

MMK put on a smiling face,

"Are you the one from last night? We meet again."

"I'm so sorry for letting you see me in this ugly state."

MMK casually touched the back of his head and made a silly smile, trying to get away with it.

"I shouldn't have let my fans see me like this. You must be very disappointed."

She explained with a slight embarrassment that MMK still held onto a glimmer of hope, so she hadn't given up on her dream of singing. Maybe MMK cared about this, but Asagi didn't.

"There are absolutely no customers around."

Asagi's words seemed to have touched MMK's sore spot, causing MMK's eyes to dim. Although it was true, Asagi suddenly remembered a saying: lies don't hurt people, but the truth is the sharpest knife.

At this moment, MMK didn't want to hear such words at all, even if they were true. In other words, Asagi's words just now would make MMK angry.

Fortunately, MMK, considering that they were not familiar with Asagi, naturally suppressed her temper. Often, people only vent their inner emotions to acquaintances and friends.

"Ha ha ha ha,,,,"

MMK's mouth was half open, her face twisted unnaturally. Her smile was forced and gradually turned angry. Asagi thought it was very cute to see MMK's eyebrows twisted together as she was trying hard to suppress her anger.

"Is it because you don't have any outstanding works?"

Asagi continued.

"Are you trying to piss me off on purpose?"

MMK suddenly came closer, stuck close to Asagi, his eyes wide open, staring at Asagi angrily.

Asagi had intended to guide MMK, hoping she would say that composing music was difficult, and producing excellent songs was even more difficult. Asagi had just followed up on this topic, saying that he occasionally had some inspiration and happened to create some songs. Since his singing skills were really difficult to speak, he wanted this partner to help him sing his own songs.

That is the plan to hire MMK.

But unexpectedly, Asagi accidentally touched MMK's minefield, making MMK sound like he was mocking her.

In this tense situation, Asagi couldn't help laughing. He laughed out loud, holding his stomach and bending over.

This sudden change left MMK confused for a moment, and she had no place to vent her brewing anger. MMK stared blankly at Asagi, unable to understand the character of the boy in front of her. She was angry, because he had offended her.

As a result, the boy burst into laughter, completely ignoring her anger, which made her look very embarrassed. At this moment, MMK didn't know whether to continue to be angry or laugh with the boy.

"Hey, are you okay? It's not some mysterious illness."

MMK reached out and waved his hand across Asagi's face, asking with some concern.

"You're not going to blackmail me, are you? I don't have any money!"

Seeing that Asagi didn't react, MMK became frightened. She broke out in a cold sweat and kept looking around, thinking to herself, should I run away?

"I just think Miss MMK is cute."

Asagi said, suppressing a smile.

"what?"

MMK gently stretched out his finger and flicked Asagi's forehead.

"Are you an idiot? You're saying something incomprehensible. Cute? That's not my style."

"Okay, okay, if you're a fan, just stand quietly by the side. I'm going to start playing."

As expected, MMK had seen through Asagi's character long ago. Everything he had just done was just to entertain Asagi. Playing solo in a strange city is a very lonely thing.

There is no one to talk to and no one to communicate with. The emotions of anxiety, confusion and fear will accumulate. No matter how small, they will gradually accumulate and become an unbearable pressure for the individual.

Having someone to talk to, chat with, talk to, and joke with will make you feel much better.

"Ah."

Asagi nodded, not wanting to disturb MMK. He stepped aside, found a corner, and listened quietly to MMK's performance. When he first arrived in this city, Asagi was also confused and uneasy, but fortunately he met MMK, which made him feel instantly that this world was familiar because there were familiar people here.

Of course, tonight's performance was no different from any other, with Asagi and MMK occupying the spot alone, one singer, one audience member. As the night wore on, it was time for MMK to pack up his belongings.

Asagi walked over and stretched out a hand to stand in front of MMK. MMK stopped what he was doing and looked at Asagi strangely.

"Today's CD." Asagi said.

"Don't you have it?" MMK said Asagi bought it last night.

“I can buy it again.”