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"You always mention other girls in front of me. Even if it's someone like Takamatsu Deng, I'll be jealous and envious." She said, tightening her arms and pressing her face against Shirakawa Haru's neck. "Girls are the most jealous people in the world. If you get entangled by them, your life will be ruined!"

"Yeah, just raising a girl is already troublesome enough." Baichuan Qing said, "But she is different from others. She is truly the girl who belongs only to me."

Yuki Suho didn't answer. She closed her eyes, and her eyelashes trembled as if a dandelion had fallen on them. She kissed Shirakawa Haru on the face, the same place Takamatsu Deng had kissed before. Once was not enough, she thought it was too little, so she kissed her a few more times.

"Takamatsu Deng kissed you as a 'lifelong friend', so I will kiss you as a 'lifelong brother'." She opened her eyes, lost all her strength, and stared blankly at the starry sky.

"Good night." Suho Yuki said, "I give you my kiss."

She fell asleep on Shirakawa Haru's back. It was very warm for her, just a little bit warmer than Shirakawa Haru's arms.

"Good night," she said.

It was already very late when Shirakawa Haru carried Suho Yuki home. He carefully carried Suho Yuki to the bed and let her lie down, then covered her with a quilt. Only after making sure that she was completely asleep did he turn off the wall lamp which had a soft light that would not affect her sleep.

He walked into the living room, wanting to sleep but unable to, and turned on the TV, which was only playing some boring programs.

Shirakawa Haru stared at the TV for a while. The channel was currently broadcasting a comedy variety show. Everyone on the show had exaggerated smiles on their faces and spoke in a tone that could attract the most attention.

The overall program was very harmonious and joyful.

But in his opinion, these smiles were all disguises that the body forced out to cope with the show.

There was no sincerity in the smile, it was extremely fake, and Shirakawa Haru's gaze did not linger on it for even a second.

The list of producers that suddenly popped up caught Shirakawa Haru's attention. He saw Wakaba's last name on the list of leading actors.

Shirakawa Haru compared the appearance of the middle-aged man who was obviously in the center of the camera with that of Wakaba Mutsu, and based on the wrinkles and pigmentation on his face, he concluded that the middle-aged man was most likely Wakaba Mutsu's father.

That makes sense. No wonder the expression on Ruo Yemu's face was so thin and fragile, like a Russian porcelain doll, or like a cloud in the sky. Once you close your eyes and open them again, the cloud turns into raindrops and disappears into the blue sky.

Her father looked extremely stressed.

Shirakawa Harumi said that there are very few comedians in Japan who are mentally normal. They act like clowns in front of audiences across the country, while at the same time facing social interactions as normal people.

It is very easy for people to develop mental illness in such circumstances.

Shirakawa Haru changed a few channels and finally turned off the TV out of boredom.

I'm still not sleepy. Should I find something to do? But what? Let's take out the bass that Kita Ikuyo gave me. Shirakawa Haru took the bass bag off the living room table, opened it, and took out the bass inside.

He didn't plug in the bass. Without it, the bass could only make a very small sound, similar to an electric guitar, like plucking cotton.

Shirakawa Haru fiddled with the electronic tuner and adjusted it to bass mode. Although tuning was very simple and only required adjusting the knob according to the pitch displayed on the tuner, tuning was an essential step for any musical instrument.

He tuned it and then plucked the strings.

As the dull and mellow sound of the open string rang out, Shirakawa Haru grinned and laughed.

He plucked the other strings quickly, then fiddled with them with his left hand again, and the bass made a chaotic sound, like several steel bars being forced to sing.

Listening to this chaotic sound that was not music, Shirakawa Haru's mood became more and more excited.

Many people who first come into contact with musical instruments will have this experience, right?

At first, you may not be able to play a few octaves correctly, but as long as the instrument in your hand can still make sound, you will remember your love for music and instruments.

Music can convey emotions. Even if the initial sound is a chaotic one, it still contains a yearning for music and has the potential to become music.

Shirakawa Haru studied the beginner's bass instruction book for a while.

The phone suddenly slipped out of his trouser pocket and the screen lit up.

Baichuan Qing picked up the phone. It was already past three in the morning and someone sent her a message.

He rubbed his tired eyes.

This is a text message sent two hours ago.

Shirakawa Haru took a look at the avatar. It was a text message from Hachiman Kailing.

Chapter 5.4 You're Sitting a Little Close (k)

"Shirakawa-kun, I happen to be free this afternoon. If it's convenient for you, we can try to have the first class."

Shirakawa Haru replied to the text message: "I'm free today."

He didn't expect that as soon as he sent the message, Hachiman Kailing would immediately reply to him: "Okay. The time is tentatively set for the afternoon. How about the location at the ECHO Music Store owned by Manager Matsuo? The class time is a bit vague. We can set the specific time during the day."

"Sure." Shirakawa Haru replied, "And there's also the matter of tuition fees."

"Let's talk about it this afternoon." Text messages kept refreshing on Shirakawa Haru's phone screen.

He guessed that Hachiman Kailing seemed to be ready to rest, and was most likely lying in bed now, and would fall asleep immediately after responding to messages all day long.

"Okay." Shirakawa Haru sent an emoticon and wanted to turn off her phone, but suddenly she was curious. "Ms. Hachiman, why are you still up so late? I thought you went to bed after sending that text message."

"I'm a support musician." Hachiman Kailing said briefly, "Something unexpected happened, and there's an unexpected band that needs help."

"Thank you for your hard work." After replying to this message, Shirakawa Haru turned off his phone, and no new text messages were shown on Line.

He lay on the sofa with his eyes closed and rested for a while. When he was a little drowsy, he got up and gathered his energy to pack his bass. He stuffed the bass and accessories neatly into the bass case and placed the bass case on the table in the living room.

I will officially learn to play the instrument xi bass at noon today. Thinking of this, Baichuan Qing felt vaguely excited and even nervous.

Just now, he recognized and learned some fingerings from the teaching video on Twitter. Although it seemed to be working well, only he knew that he still had many questions about the fingerings that needed to be answered.

Shirakawa Haru fell asleep on the bed. When he leaned against the headboard, he found Suho Yuki sitting on a chair next to the desk and looking at him. He asked Suho Yuki what she was doing, and she said, "I'm counting the eyelashes on your eyes. Now I have counted to a very large number because I have counted them several times."

He got up, brushed his teeth and took a shower. He finally stopped wearing his leather jacket.

Today, the lining of Shirakawa Haru's clothes is a sleeveless gray bamboo cotton vest, and the outside is a retro gradient shirt. The color of the shirt is generally pink, and the gradient on the clothes looks like melted paint.

He also wore a pair of straight-leg jeans, and a pink belt that matched his ombré shirt perfectly.

Of course, this outfit was put together for him by Yuki Suho. It depends a lot on the body shape and will only look good on a guy with broad shoulders, a slim waist and long legs.

"Pretty handsome." Yuki Suho praised.

Shirakawa Haru asked Suho Yuki if he was free today and whether he wanted to go with him to ECHO Music Store in Chiba Prefecture. He was going to learn bass there today and watch a live performance in the evening.

Yuki Suo refused, saying that there was a family meeting at the Suo family today and she needed to attend.

"After all, I am the next head of the Suoh family now. I am different from an outsider like you." Suoh Yuki smiled and rubbed Shirakawa Haru's face. "Bye, I'm leaving now. Don't miss me too much."

"Remember to come back early," Shirakawa Haru put on his bass case, "Don't stay there too long."

"I know, I know." Suo Fang Yuxi stuck out her tongue, "The Suo Fang family's mansion is not as comfortable as our little home."

Yuki Suho hummed a song and walked around the house with a brisk pace, but when she stepped through the entrance, the relaxed expression on her face immediately disappeared. Something classical and heavy rose from her face, and even her eyes contained a majesty that made people retreat involuntarily.

She never forgets that she is the heir of the Suho family and her power spreads throughout Japan. Only when she is with Shirakawa Haru will she play the role of the obedient sister or the sweet lover.

"Please get in the car, miss." Seeing Yuki Suho walk out of the villa, the female driver who was waiting in the Toyota Century immediately got out and opened the door for Yuki Suho.

"Go to the Suho family's mansion." Suho Yuki gave orders in a condescending tone like a queen.

"Yes." In just a moment, cold sweat broke out on the female driver's forehead. Facing Zhou Fang Yuxi's cold eyes, her brain was completely unable to think, and she just mechanically executed Zhou Fang Yuxi's orders.

Without the female driver noticing, Zhou Fang Yuxi opened the car window and made a "wink" expression to Shirakawa Haru who was walking out of the house. She moved her lips and said silently: "Bye!"

"Goodbye." Baichuan Qing tilted his head and waved to the female driver.

It was the first time that Haru Shirakawa had seen the sunny ECHO Music Store. The glass on the counter and windows had been polished to perfection, letting in bright sunlight. Even the paint sprayed on the wooden floor was so shiny that it reflected the violins, guitars, basses and other instruments hanging on the exhibition walls.

At the entrance of the hall stood various people carrying musical instruments, dressed differently from the other customers who usually came here to buy musical instruments.

Shirakawa Haru could tell that they were all band members who came here to rent the rehearsal room for training, or to prepare for a live performance in the evening.

"Good morning." Manager Matsuo walked out from the depths of the piano store. His outfit today was different from his previous serious outfit of a white shirt, a tight black vest and suit pants. He only wore a floral shirt on his upper body, looking very casual.

"It's not too early now." Shirakawa Haru greeted the store manager Matsuo.

"Shirakawa, why are you here today..." To Manager Matsuo, Shirakawa Haru showed up out of the blue. He considered her a friend of his generation, so naturally, Manager Matsuo was happy to see his friend. "Oh! You came for Hailing, right? How did you know she had a Super Live show today?"

"Manager Matsuo, I don't know Ms. Hachiman's specific plans for today. She and I have a bass lesson this afternoon." Shirakawa Haru glanced at the people playing in the band, "Are there any activities today?"

"I hold a small concert here every few months. On this day, I will rent the basement floor of the office building next door as a performance space for the live performance." Manager Matsuo pointed to the small office building outside the music store to Shirakawa Haru.

"Although this office building has quite a large floor area, the rent is relatively cheap," said Manager Matsuo, throwing up his hands helplessly. "The owner of that office building made a poor business judgment and is considering selling it, so both the lease and the sale price are very cheap."

He felt sorry for the office building owners who had made the wrong call.

"You seem very interested in this office building." Shirakawa Haru said, looking at the beautiful office building.

"Because it's truly, truly beautiful," Manager Matsuo exclaimed. "Thanks to you, Shirakawa, I've become quite famous in the local music community, and I think my business will soon see another round of expansion."

"Even if the owner wants to sell it quickly, this office building won't be too cheap." Baichuan Qing's tone was calm.

"Although I don't have much money, my family does have some." Manager Matsuo scratched his head. "These days, anyone who studies music and opens a music store usually has some savings. My parents are very supportive of me starting my own business."

"I understand." Baichuan Qing nodded.

"When the time comes, I'll sign a few more famous and talented bands, and we can hold music parties every day." Manager Matsuo winked at Shirakawa Haru, "Do you want to 'invest'? I'll give you a floor, and you can also support your own band."

"I haven't even graduated from high school yet." Shirakawa Haru found a seat and sat down casually with his bass box in his arms.

"Ah, who would know about this? Just find a place to sit down. I've already greeted the staff." Manager Matsuo smiled awkwardly, thinking that Shirakawa Haru really had no sense of humor. "I'm going to the office building next door to set up the venue first."

His handsome appearance attracted a lot of people's attention, and immediately a little girl came to him with a blushing face and asked for his social media account.

But he refused.

Hachiman Kailing walked into the ECHO door carrying a box of drinks with a cartoon panda printed on it in one hand. She opened her eyes slightly and saw Shirakawa Haru sitting on the steps of the piano center's exhibition stand.

So she walked up to Shirakawa Haru with small steps and waved in front of him. He was reading a reference book on how to play the bass.

Someone pushed open the door of the piano store, and the sunlight poured in with flames. The soft light and shadow flowed along the folds of the girl's clothes. She didn't walk fast, but a gust of wind still blew around her. Her long jet-black hair fluttered in the wind, and her straight and delicate legs pierced out from under her leather short skirt. She wore shiny black leather shoes on her feet and an unusually flamboyant red top on her body. The chain around her neck made a crackling sound as she swayed as she walked.

It seems that every time you see Hachiman Kairin, she is wearing something very aggressive.

Although they had only met twice, Hachiman Kailing left such an impression on Shirakawa Haru.

Shirakawa Haru saw the pair of black leather shoes and looked up. He felt that Hachiman Kailing's face was very close to him.

There is no doubt that it is impossible for Hachiman Kailing to keep a face-to-face distance with Shirakawa Haru. When two people with some aggressive personalities look at each other, this illusion will occasionally occur.

"Good morning, Miss Hachiman." Shirakawa Haru closed the book and stood up from the stairs.

"Yeah." Hachiman Kailing nodded slightly and said softly, "Is there anything you need later?"

"No." Baichuan Qing shook his head.

"Then Shirakawa-kun, please follow me." Hachiman Kailing turned and walked towards the depths of the music store, where there were several recording studios. Compared to the rehearsal rooms, the equipment in the recording studios was better, the environment was brighter, and the design requirements were very high.

After entering the recording studio, just unplug the card at the door and the switch on the piano counter will automatically record that the room has been used.

Manager Matsuo takes good care of Hachiman Kailing.

He allowed her to use the recording studio at any time when it was not booked or in use, without having to pay rent.

"We're here." Hachiman Kailing stood in front of the recording studio at the innermost end of the corridor and pulled out the card inserted in the door. As the electronic device inside the door made a sound, the door of the recording studio opened automatically, and she led Shirakawa Haru into the recording studio.

"The lighting in this recording studio is the best." Hachiman Kailing put the bass bag on her back on the table and turned on the air purifier. The air purifier vibrated and blew out very fresh air.

She opened her bass bag, took out her own bass, then pulled the mobile bass speaker over and plugged in the audio cable.

Hachiman Kailing asked Shirakawa Haru to take out the bass, and Shirakawa Haru handed the bass to her.

"Let's start with the basics." Hachiman Kailing helped Shirakawa Haru plug in the audio transmission cable for the bass. Then she took out a textbook on learning bass and pointed at the picture of the bass. "The first lesson will be about learning the structure of the bass and understanding its sound-producing principles..."

Shirakawa Haru moved closer to Hachiman Kairin and looked at the textbook with her. He managed the distance between himself and Hachiman Kairin very well. In this position, he was not too close to her, but he could still see the pictures in the textbook clearly.

"I'm ready." Shirakawa Haru took a pen and paper and kept recording what Hachiman Kailing was saying in class.

For him, any knowledge recorded in textbooks or reference books is not important. Perhaps they contain insights that are more valuable than Hachiman Kailin's personal experience, but his current teacher is Hachiman Kailin, and what he likes is Hachiman Kailin's performance.

Hachiman Kailing's teaching method is exactly the same as that of the music teacher in the academy.

Shirakawa Haru put away the paper and pen and glanced at his bass.

"The first class is over. Shirakawa-kun, is there anything you don't understand?" Hachiman Kailing swung her arms and stretched lazily. Her slender figure was stretched and elongated in Shirakawa Haru's eyes, and every curve was clearly visible. The red top was burning like a flame, and the whole person was like an abstract painting, becoming a colorful shadow in the warm sunshine.

"Yeah." Shirakawa Haru put down his notebook, picked up the bass and started playing.

Shirakawa Haru uses various fingerings according to his understanding of bass.

Yawata Kairin constantly adjusted Shirakawa Haru's hand shape and posture based on the length of his fingers and the width of his palm. In the end, she found that although his movements were clumsy, they were almost identical to the fingerings in the textbook pictures! She had never imagined that in just a few days, Shirakawa Haru had already mastered advanced fingering techniques such as glissando and double-stop playing. His movements were as precise as a machine, without any errors, and his finger control was astonishingly high.

"Shirakawa-kun, you could have reminded me earlier," Hachiman Kailing said, looking at the textbook she had brought with her. "With your current level, you don't need to learn these basics at all."

"It's necessary." Baichuan Qing took out the paper he had taken notes on, "I think I learned a lot."

Hachiman Kailing stared at the paper full of notes for a long time, then looked at Shirakawa Haru and tilted her head. Under the scorching sun, the air purifier beside her made a buzzing sound. Sitting next to him, she could vaguely smell the diffused scent of sandalwood.

"I see." Hachiman Hailing picked up her bass and gently strummed the strings. The bass's low, gentle sound was unmistakable. She wasn't good at expressing her feelings through her facial expressions, so she said coldly, "Thank you for your love."