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They all bought tickets, but unfortunately they were all rehearsing intensively for their upcoming debut performances and couldn't come to the live show.

Shirakawa Haru put on his helmet and checked the time on his phone. At this intersection, not a single ticket had been sold.

It was almost time for Ijichi Nikka and Goto Ichiri to perform their debut performance, so Shirakawa Haru got on his motorcycle again and rushed to STARRY.

The rain was still falling, it hadn't gotten any lighter, but it was getting heavier instead. It was completely miserable and bitter.

The night wind wrapped in rain felt like a knife cutting people's faces. Dark clouds passed quickly over Shimokitazawa, and lightning flashed from time to time. As everyone held their breath, a loud roar came from far away and reached the city, shaking the glass and making it tremble and shake.

Ijichi Seika and Goto Ichiri trembled and shook along with them. They cried out in surprise, covered their ears with their hands, and fell to the ground with their umbrellas, the handles facing up, like an upside-down tree.

"Take your umbrella. It's raining heavily. Don't get wet. Be careful of catching a cold." A gentle yet cool voice sounded.

Pale yellow lightning split the gray sky like a sharp blade, and thunder rumbled through the clouds. The light from the street lamp, soaked by rain, illuminated a young man wearing a helmet.

He was wearing a windbreaker and leather pants, and he looked as dark as a ghost lurking in the night.

Another bolt of lightning struck the visor on the young man's motorcycle helmet with a pale light.

"Ah!" Yidizhi Hongxia trembled all over, sobbing and squatting with her head in her hands.

"Scared by the lightning?" Shirakawa Haru tilted his head, peering through his mask at the puddle on the ground. The not-so-clear water reflected a figure clad in black and wearing a helmet. He asked Kita Ikuyo, who had reacted first, to hold an umbrella for Goto Ichiri. He took off his helmet and waved in front of Ijichi Kouka's face. "Ijichi-san, it's me."

"Yes, Shirakawa-kun?" Ijichi Hongxia raised her head, took Shirakawa Haru's hand and stood up, tears welling in her eyes. After standing for a while, her legs were still weak, and she had to lean on Shirakawa Haru or the railing to avoid slipping. "I'm sorry to make you laugh, Shirakawa-kun, but I'm a little... afraid of ghosts. Shirakawa-kun looked a bit like the ghosts in the movies I've seen before."

"It's okay." Shirakawa Haru put the umbrella in Ijichi Hongka's hand. "I didn't sell any tickets today. Sorry." He glanced at the four people holding umbrellas in the rain. "I was selling tickets. I'm late."

It was obvious that they were waiting for him.

Shirakawa Haru looked at their pale faces from the cold.

Raindrops rolled down his hair, and his face was not much better than the four girls blowing in the rain. He had just passed an intersection and was going to sell tickets as usual. Because the rain was not heavy at the beginning, he did not bring an umbrella. As a result, the rain started to get heavier as soon as he stood under the eaves of the store.

The shop door was closed and he had parked his motorcycle far away. The rain was heavy and the wind was strong. The wind blew the rain onto his face and the rain fell into his hair.

"I'm glad you're here!" Goto Ichiri rushed over like a puppy, hugged Shirakawa Haru's hand, and pulled him to STARRY.

Ijichi Nikka, Yamada Ryo, and Kita Ikuyo followed Shirakawa Haru and Goto Ichiri into STARRY.

Ijichi Hoshige was sitting behind the counter chatting with the PA. When they saw Shirakawa Haru coming back with a few girls, they threw towels on them.

"Wipe them off properly, all of you." Ijichi Xingge put her hands on her hips and scratched her hair. "I'm really worried. It's raining so hard outside, and you all insist on staying outside. I don't know what you're insisting on."

Shirakawa Haru put down the helmet and the black packaging bag and dried his hair with a towel.

When he looked up at the girls, he found that they had just wiped their hair roughly with a towel. There were small water droplets on their necks, foreheads and hair that sparkled like ice crystals under the light.

"Eh? Haru... Haru..." Goto Ichiri and Kita Ikuyo stood in front of the air conditioner. She unzipped her gym clothes, revealing the curves of her plump figure to her teammates. Then, a pair of strong hands with a towel covered her head. "Thank... Thank you."

Her head moved with the movements of Shirakawa Haru's palms, responding to Shirakawa Haru's movements.

"You're welcome. Relax a little and don't be so tense, Ichiri." Shirakawa Haru carefully wiped the rain off Goto Ichiri's head bit by bit. "I'm not going to eat you. I don't eat children... Okay, I'm done."

What does it mean to eat? What would it feel like to be eaten by Qing? What if Qing wanted to eat me?

I would like to be eaten by him.

Goto Ichiri closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of the bonfire-like palm above his head, his face showing a look of both happiness and a little bewilderment.

"Um... Shirakawa-san, if it's possible, could you help me wipe my hair too?" Ijichi Hongxia avoided her gaze and asked Shirakawa Haru embarrassedly, "I also want Shirakawa-san to help me wipe my hair."

"Yeah." Shirakawa Haru took the towel and stood beside Ijichi Nikka to wipe her hair. "Didn't you call me 'Shirakawa-kun' just now? Why are you calling me 'Shirakawa-san' now?"

Shirakawa Haru originally just wanted to ask casually, he didn't expect Ijichi Hongxia to actually answer this question.

"I used to say this: When you meet Shirakawa-kun, call him 'Shirakawa-kun', and when you meet 'Shirakawa-san', call him 'Shirakawa-san'." Ijichi Nikka's cheeks flushed, and she smiled shyly. "Because I'm shy. So, Shirakawa-san, are you satisfied?"

"I see..." Baichuan Qing nodded, his hands moving without stopping for a moment, but he didn't say anything more, "Well... okay, wipe it clean."

Just when Shirakawa Haru thought he could take a break, Kita Ikuyo and Yamada Ryo came over.

Kita Ikuyo said to him with a smile, since Shirakawa-kun had wiped Hongxia and Pochi-chan's hair, then I also want Shirakawa-kun to wipe my hair; Yamada Ryo looked at him with cold eyes, but if you looked closely, you could find that she was in a daze.

So, just like she did with Goto Ichiri and Ijichi Nijika, Shirakawa Haru also wiped the hair of the remaining two girls in the band.

Ijichi Hoshige and the PA, who were chatting behind the counter, saw all of this.

Ijichi Hoshika said, "PA, do you think it's possible for all the girls in a band to like the same boy?"

"Of course it's possible, and it's like flipping a coin, it lands on either heads or tails, and as long as it happens to people who play music and form a band, no matter how...it's not surprising." PA thought for a while, but couldn't think of words to describe it.

"Let them be." Ijichi Xingge took a can of beer from under the counter. "They are not children anymore. They can play however they want."

"Manager, you're still quite young, you can play with them too." The PA glanced at the painted signature on the wall. "If you ask, the older boy will probably wipe your hair for you."

"You've lost your salary for today." Yidizhi Xingge sneered.

"Why is your salary being docked just for listening to something you like and want to hear?" The PA looked up at the light above the counter. "I'm going to adjust the announcement."

"Wait a minute, I'm going too," said Ijichi Xingge. "Anyway, there won't be any customers today. Instead of sitting behind a cold counter, I might as well go see my precious sister's live performance."

The girls who had finished their band performance stood on the live stage, adjusting the pitch of their instruments, some were singing softly, and some were cheering themselves up.

"Hmm... Shirakawa-kun is the only one in the audience today." Ijichi Nijina looked at the empty seats, her voice low and dejected, "But luckily, Shirakawa-kun finally showed up."

For her first debut performance in her life, Ijichi Hongxia imagined how it would be a grand event, but the cold and lonely reality pulled her out of her fantasy.

"At least we still have an audience." Yamada Ryo came over to comfort Ijichi Hongka.

"I'm very happy knowing that I can play with everyone." Goto Ichiri hugged his guitar and threw the paper box on his head to the ground.

"I started out doing it for Senior Liang, and now I'm standing on this stage for everyone. I don't care how many audiences there are." Kita Ikuyo came to comfort Goto Ichiri and Yamada Ryo.

The girls in the band looked at each other, and then there was a period of silence.

They all understood that everyone must be feeling unwilling.

They had put so much preparation into their debut performance, but it was ruined by a heavy rain.

Although their audience seats have already welcomed the most important audience.

But no matter what, they just felt unwilling to accept it.

They are a girl band, and because they are “girls”, they will be satisfied as long as the admirers show up; but because they are a “band”, they inevitably want the seats below the stage to be full.

——hiss, hiss

From the audience seats below, from Shirakawa Haru's body, the sound of paper being torn could be heard.

"Shirakawa-kun, what are you doing all by yourself?" Ijichi Hongka jumped off the stage and trotted over to Shirakawa Haru's side. She dusted off her knees and looked up to see Shirakawa Haru opening the black plastic bag. "What a huge bag! What's inside?"

"A gift." Shirakawa Haru paused, thought for a moment, and said, "I was originally planning to give you a bouquet of flowers after your debut performance was successfully completed."

The bag contained a large bouquet of flowers.

A large bouquet of flowers with the words "a riot of colour", "clusters of flowers", "competing for beauty", "a profusion of flowers"... no matter what idioms, long poems, short poems, philosophical poems or lyric poems are used, they can all be accepted.

Blooming flowers, blossoming flowers, brilliant flowers, fresh flowers: the fragrance of sunflowers is the purest and strongest, and the strong golden color seems to be burning; dozens of roses have only one orange-pink like the sunset, which is the rose that imagines the future; lilies are the purest in the bouquet, and their fragrance is faint, "pure white and flawless, with fragrance overflowing, graceful and elegant with infinite charm"; the beauty of Vanda orchids is needless to say, and more importantly, the flower stems are still stained with clear water, and the sweetness of the stamens lightly touches the petals, making them charming.

——Hiss, hiss.

Finally, the girls in the band finally saw clearly what Shirakawa Haru was tearing apart.

What he tore off was the ticket stub of the band's live ticket, indicating that the ticket had been officially used.

Before the girls' eyes, Shirakawa Haru unpacked the large bouquet and placed a bouquet or even a single flower, along with a full or half ticket, on each empty seat. He did this very seriously and meticulously.

The audience seats were filled, and except for the seat where Shirakawa Haru was sitting, all the other seats were filled with beautiful flowers.

"But for now, let these lovely flowers act as your audience," Shirakawa Haru said. "I think these beautiful flowers might be good audience members. As for the flowers I was going to give you after the live..." He pointed to a small bouquet in his hand, "There's exactly one of each flower left."

"Compared to these, today we finished our band's debut performance, and the house was packed." Shirakawa Haru placed the bouquet on her legs and waved to the girls above the stage.

He quietly looked at their faces, each with a different look and panic.

The moment the drum set slammed down, the band’s debut live officially began.

Chapter 14 Girls' Flower Language (4.8k

The band's debut performance was a great success.

The only audience member was Haru Shirakawa and a room full of bouquets of flowers. Goto Ichiri not only couldn't play the guitar well due to his social anxiety, but he was so focused on giving the most perfect performance for the boys in the audience and the bouquets he brought for them that he performed beyond his normal level. Tears welled up in his eyes and his face flushed red as he played the guitar, and he soared into the sky with his friends like a true music hero.

The sound waves from the speakers caused ripples on the surface of the mineral water bottle placed on the armrest of the seat.

The girls who had just finished their band were performing for their debut performance, and in order to live up to the gazes of the boys in the audience and the gifts they had given them in advance, everyone was playing with all their might.

After playing the songs written and composed by the band themselves, they also played songs by other Japanese pop bands based on their tacit understanding: one, two, three...

Amid the high notes that resounded through the sky and the low notes that plummeted into the abyss, they were completely unable to stop playing the instruments in their hands, until the sweat on their foreheads completely blurred their eyes, their whole bodies became weak, and they would collapse to the ground if they didn't hold on to the wall.

After the live performance, the girls who left the band sat on the stage to rest.

Goto Ichiri sat very well, with her head down and sitting upright, while the other girls surrounded her and squeezed her in the middle, raising their long legs high and shaking them constantly.

How was my performance on the stage just now? Is that kind of performance really okay? Will it steal the limelight from Hongxia, Liang, and Kita?

Is my performance up to standard in the eyes of Qing and those bouquets?

The glissando could be smoother, the vibrato could be fuller, and the silver color between the long and short notes could be brighter...

This is the case with Goto Ichiri. Even if he performs a song that moves people's hearts, after the performance, he will still think alone about whether he has any shortcomings.

Then worry alone.

"Pochi-chan is my hero today." Kita Ikuyo looked at Goto Ichiri with a smile, her long hair like a blazing fire swaying behind her as she swayed her upper body. "There were several times when my voice was about to give up, but Pochi-chan's music pushed me forward. It was as if as long as Pochi-chan didn't stop playing, I could sing no matter how high the song was."

Kita Ikuyo, who had been in the same band with Goto Ichiri for a while, could tell at a glance what Goto Ichiri was worried about, and her words were both praise and comfort.

"So, Pochi-chan, don't talk with your head down in the future. After all, I want everyone to see that Pochi-chan is actually a very handsome person whether on stage or off the stage!" Goto Ichiri was on Kita Ikuyo's right, and she gently bumped Goto Ichiri with her shoulder.

Kita Ikuyo did not compliment Goto Ichiri, she spoke from the heart.

As the guitarist of the band End and the guitar teacher of Kita Ikuyo, Goto Ichiri is the one who can most intuitively feel Goto Ichiri's guitar level: her guitar level is at least much higher than that of her peers.

"Well...Pochi-chan's guitar playing is amazing." Goto Ichiri was sitting on the left side of Yamada Ryo. Between Yamada Ryo and Goto Ichiri was Ijichi Nikka. She stretched out her hand, walked around Ijichi Nikka, and gave Goto Ichiri a thumbs up.

"Also, Pochi-chan, don't always look so sad. You know, sadness and worry are the biggest enemies of beautiful girls. Otherwise, when wrinkles appear on your face, girls will age quickly." Ijichi Hongxia said in a frightening tone, "Pochi-chan, do you want to become an old grandmother before you even have a relationship and are with the person you like?"

"Don't... turn into an old grandmother." Goto Ichiri raised her face instantly when she heard Ijichi Kouka talking about love and the person she liked, and then looked at the boy below the stage. He walked past one audience seat after another, collecting the bouquets of flowers he had placed on the seats.

"Pochi-chan... compared to old ladies, those boys definitely prefer young, beautiful girls and little girls. All boys in the world are lustful, even Shirakawa-kun, I guess he's the same... it's just that he usually has a cold face, or looks dull and pretentious." Kita Ikuyo pointed a finger and analyzed it clearly, "In fact, people like this who appear so cold on the surface may have more passionate feelings than anyone else. How do you describe this kind of person? I think it's called... Mensao..."

"Okay, okay, Kita-chan, how could you say something like this to Pochi-chan? Didn't you see that Pochi-chan was already in a daze just now?" Ijichi Hongxia quickly stopped Kita Ikuyo from continuing, "Pochi-chan, aren't you right?"

Goto Ichiri raised his head for a short while before lowering it again.

Her face turned pale. She covered it with her hands and felt the scorching heat. She stretched out her fingers in a line and stared closely at her chest and thighs wrapped in sportswear.

Just now, when Kita Ikuyo was describing all boys as lustful and that Haru might be that kind of boy, she was stunned for a moment and thought of herself.

Just when she was about to fall into the water while trying to pick up her hair tie but was caught by Shirakawa Haru, Shirakawa Haru let her sit on the back seat of his bicycle after crying. He drove her through the streets, with the gentle breeze on both sides, the white and blue sky melting together above her head, and a warm body in front of her. Did she press the fullness of her breasts on his back?

Not only that, she rubbed him gently like a puppy or a kitten, and it felt very comfortable, and his whole body felt numb...

Does this mean that I am the kind of girl that Kita-chan described, who usually pretends to be serious but is actually a very strange and lustful girl?

"Pochi-chan...Pochi-chan...why aren't you reacting?" Yamada Ryo poked Goto Ichiri's face. "Ah, it's so hot. Pochi-chan is melting. Shirakawa-san——"

"Well, who of you is calling me?" Shirakawa Haru gathered all the flowers in the audience seats and made a big bouquet again. The golden sunflowers were warm and dazzling, the white lilies were pure and flawless, the roses were tender and juicy, and the orchids were as elegant as snow. He picked up the flowers and gave them to the girls in the band who were present.

"Thank you." None of the four girls took the initiative to take the bouquet. Ijichi Hongxia looked at her friends around her, and she reached out and took the bouquet.

"Congratulations." Yamada Ryo began to applaud, and his shoulder bumped hard against Ijichi Hongka's shoulder.

The four girls were very close together. Yamada Ryoichi bumped into Ijichi Nijika, and Nijika's upper body fell down and immediately fell on Goto Ichiri, who in turn fell on Kita Ikuyo like dominoes. Kita Ikuyo used her shoulder to bump into Goto Ichiri, causing her to fall back again.

Several people staggered over and over again, like tumblers, swaying from side to side.

"Liang, are you childish?" Yidizhi Hongxia jumped to the ground with the bouquet in her hands. She put one hand on the spot where she had just been sitting and said, "Alright, stop making trouble and let me rest for a while. We stood on the street waiting for the audience from noon to evening, and we didn't even have lunch or dinner. I'm a little hungry now. Liang, let me rest for a while."

As Ijichi Kouka held the bouquet, four flowers suddenly broke free from their stems and fluttered down. Shirakawa Haru quickly grabbed the flowers and opened his palm to see that the four flowers were exactly one each of a rose, a lily, an orchid, and a sunflower.

"Sorry... Shirakawa-kun, I accidentally broke the flowers." Ijichi Hongka hurriedly let Goto Ichiri hold the bouquet, then lowered her head and apologized to Shirakawa Haru.

This large bouquet of flowers was of great significance to Shirakawa Haru, them, and the band. Ijichi Hongka asked Shirakawa Haru, and he said that this was the first time in his life that he had given flowers to a band; for herself and the band, this was also the first time they had received flowers.

Although they were sent by Shirakawa Haru, receiving flowers at the band's debut performance still greatly satisfied the vanity of her and several other girls, so they cherished and liked these flowers very much.

What's more, just a few minutes ago, these flowers were their audience and listened to the entire live performance.

"It's okay. These flowers have been 'tired' from the journey here, so it's normal for them to fall asleep occasionally." Shirakawa Haru stretched out her hand and spread the flowers on her palm, saying to the four girls, "There are exactly four different kinds of flowers. Would you like to pick one for yourselves?"

"Eh? Pick your own flowers?" Kita Ikuyo raised her hand high, just like an elementary school student enthusiastically raising her hand to speak in class. "I want to come, I want to come."

"Then I'll come too." Ijichi Hongxia smoothed her side ponytail with her hand.