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The embellishments are like bright stars dotted in the night sky of melody.

They are like ripples on the lake caused by a gentle breeze, adding delicate emotions to the music; or like exotic flowers blooming in a mysterious garden, bringing unexpected colors and fragrance, making the entire performance extremely gorgeous!

The bass is the low-key servant in the band. Its low singing controls the rhythm of the entire band, and it roars softly when the guitar emits high notes that resound through the sky.

Yet, at that very moment, amidst the dazzling spectacle of a live performance, the music like a surging wave, the lights like a dazzling, hazy galaxy, and everyone immersed in the gripping atmosphere of the band's prelude, Shirakawa Haru suddenly heard a voice beside him that was completely out of tune with the atmosphere, a voice that was utterly discordant.

The sound was like a sharp stone, abruptly breaking the beauty of the calm lake.

"Hey...why hasn't the lead singer started singing yet?"

The voice sounded like a ghost in Shirakawa Haru's ears with a hint of doubt. In the musical space full of emotions and rhythms, it seemed so stiff and harsh.

Shirakawa Haru turned his head and looked behind him, and found a girl who looked about the same age as him, wearing the uniform of a nearby academy, and talking softly to her companions.

She and her companions felt more stressed when they discovered that Shirakawa Haru was looking at them expressionlessly, as if they were being stared at by something cold and cruel.

They showed apologetic expressions, their eyes full of innocence, and looked at him nervously, while whispering to each other.

"Wow, look at that! Isn't that the student council president of Hinodemori Academy High School? So handsome!"

One of the girls said with sparkling eyes, a hint of admiration in her eyes, but she glanced at Shirakawa Haru's stern face with some fear.

"It's just that his eyes are a little scary. Isn't he said to be very gentle?" Another girl frowned slightly and muttered softly.

She really didn't expect that the rumored gentle man would have such an oppressive look. It was far from the image she had heard before.

"We were the first to disrespect the live events held by the other college. We made the mistake first." A girl who looked more sensible said with a regretful tone.

She understood that asking casual questions in such an occasion was impolite and would destroy the atmosphere.

"Really? Really? But the lead singer on the live stage really can't sing..." A girl still muttered unwillingly.

She felt that she was just stating an objectively existing phenomenon and didn't understand why she attracted such a chilling gaze.

"Just watch the live show carefully." Finally, it was the sensible girl who broke up the brief argument, and everyone realized that they should put their attention back on the live show.

Shirakawa Haru slowly turned his head and looked back at Takamatsu Deng on the stage, with complex emotions surging in his mind.

Although there were many dissatisfactions in his heart like thorns, he also knew that what those girls said was indeed true.

On the stage, the girls in the band except Takamatsu Touma were like stars shining in the night sky, each emitting a brilliant light.

However, an accident happened to the lead singer Takamatsu Deng, who was the core of the band.

In this college festival live performance, the lead singer's performance is crucial. He is like the helmsman of a huge ship, controlling the direction of the sailing. A good performance will improve the audience's overall evaluation of the band and make them look forward to the next live performance. But if the performance is not good, it will be like a rocket about to fly into the depths of the universe, disintegrating in the atmosphere.

For this performance, Takamatsu Deng's mistake was undoubtedly a fatal error, just like a carefully painted scroll was splashed with a large ink stain when it was about to be completed, destroying the overall beauty and creating an irreparable crack in all the beautiful expectations.

Under the live stage, the faint sounds of dissatisfaction are like mycelium spreading wildly in the deep valley with the help of moist air.

These voices of discontent were initially just subtle murmurs, like the first fragile sprouts of mycelium, quietly sprouting in dark corners.

However, they spread rapidly at an astonishing speed, like mycelium spreading wildly on rotten wood.

These discordant melodies even affected other outstanding band girls, and Chihaya Aine was the first to feel this negative impact.

Her hand, which was playing the guitar with all her heart, paused slightly, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes. Her originally bright eyes were now overshadowed by the sudden noise.

The drumstick in Lixi's hand also lost its former precision, and the rhythm began to become disordered. The drumbeats that were originally as shocking and powerful as thunder were now like a bird that had lost its direction in the dark, crashing in panic.

Su Shi's performance was not spared either, and her control of the rhythm began to have problems.

The performance of the entire band was like a small boat swaying violently in a storm.

Gao Songdeng stood on the live stage. She felt her legs go weak, as if countless invisible hands were tightly pulling her ankles, trying to drag her into the abyss of despair.

The whole person is like an ancient and majestic tower. Under the erosion of time and the ravages of the wind, the walls are mottled and the foundation is shaken. It is about to collapse and is crumbling.

The voices of the audience rushed towards her like a surging tide, and the words of doubt and accusation among them were like cold bullets and arrows, shooting at her in an overwhelming manner.

Takamatsu thought that they had trained very hard to shine on the live stage of the academy festival. There were obviously no problems during the RING rehearsal on the last night, but when she stood on the stage and faced the densely packed audience below, she became timid.

Even if she made a sound, it was pitifully weak, not at all like the lead singer on stage.

"Are the screens on both sides of the auditorium usable now? If so, quickly adjust some special effects, then turn off most of the lighting, focus the main lights on the Live stage, and then play the 'Starfall' special effects I made." Shirakawa Haru asked the student union member sitting next to him.

Although Deng became much more cheerful after his guidance, she still looked timid when faced with a situation where the stage was full of audiences.

This was normal. He had previously found photos of Xiangzi and Deng's first performance on Twitter. The number of audiences they faced at that time was far smaller than it is now.

Moreover, the interior of this small auditorium is quite empty, like a huge echo valley, which makes the echo effect more obvious.

The questioning voices from the audience were like a surging tide, one wave after another. They constantly reflected and overlapped in the empty auditorium, and then entered the ears of Deng.

Every questioning voice was like a heavy boulder, weighing heavily on her heart, making the pressure she was under even heavier, as if it was about to crush her, making it increasingly difficult for her to move forward on this stage.

Shirakawa Haru thought that she had to think of a way to save the situation immediately, otherwise Deng would definitely become autistic again, and maybe even Aine would run away!

"But President, you were planning to use that video to win an award. If you release it now, this special effect won't be considered as an entry, right?" The boy responded in a low voice.

"Stop talking nonsense and let it go." Bai Chuanqing glanced at him, and he immediately took out his phone to contact the staff backstage, "I owe you a small favor."

"No, President... You've helped me so much, this is what I should do," he said.

"Thank you." Shirakawa Haru said.

"I'm very happy to be able to help the president." His tone was slightly excited.

A faint, electric hum echoed, and in an instant, the bright lights in the auditorium dimmed as if a shadowy curtain had been yanked down by an invisible hand. This sudden change, like a boulder dropped into a tranquil lake, instantly shattered the calm and drew cries of surprise from the audience below the stage.

The shouts rose and fell in the dim auditorium, interweaving into a noisy wave of sound.

But just as the atmosphere of surprise hadn't completely dissipated, a bright and dazzling light suddenly appeared on the live stage, as if miraculously. The light was like the first ray of sunlight breaking through the clouds at dawn, blazing and dazzling.

Under the gentle shade of the bright lights, the girls in the band stood gracefully on the stage. At that moment, they seemed no longer to be ordinary performers, but to be standing at the center of the world, becoming the focus of everyone's attention.

At the same time, amazing scenes unfolded slowly on the electronic screens on both sides of the stage.

I saw the stars suddenly appear on the screen like dazzling gems, they were shining with mysterious and charming light, as if telling the endless mysteries in the depths of the universe.

The screen's backdrop is a vast, dazzling sea of stars. The deep blue and twinkling stars complement each other, creating a dreamlike atmosphere. In the center of the screen, a star slowly descends, emitting a soft glow, like an elegant dancer dancing in the air, light and graceful.

The clever overlapping effect of the two electronic screens created an extremely wonderful visual illusion for the audience, as if the slowly falling star was about to fall right in the middle of the girls in the band, and was about to have an intimate contact with them across time and space, making everyone hold their breath and immerse themselves in this magnificent scene.

The girls in the band except Takamatsu Deng seemed extremely confused, with bewildered expressions in their eyes, but they still took the opportunity to catch their breath for a while. Soon, they regained the rhythm like precision instruments that had been recalibrated.

In the small auditorium, where the lights were dim and bright, Shirakawa Haru suddenly stood up. His posture was as straight as a pine tree. In the eyes of the audience, his temperament was as elegant as the halo of the moon. He sang loudly like an opera:

"Melody!"

Like a flower blossoming in the air, it released its brilliant petals of notes, which passed through the noisy crowd, crossed the lights and shadows on the stage, and reached the stage itself.

The girls on the stage were stunned at first, blinked in confusion, and then looked at Shirakawa Haru in unison.

However, among this group of girls who seemed to be lost in the fog, Lenai was like a unique star, shining with a unique brilliance.

When other girls were immersed in a whirlpool of doubt, a glimmer of light that was imperceptible to others flashed in her bright eyes, just like the momentary trail of a meteor across the night sky, short but full of profound meaning.

She knew clearly that Shirakawa Haru's powerful cry transcended the crowd, pierced the air, and headed straight for her. It was a tacit understanding between souls, a mutual understanding that needed no words to be expressed.

Even though he didn't call her name, the moment their eyes met and the moment his voice reached her ears, Le Na knew that Shirakawa Haru was talking to her.

Shirakawa Haru wanted her to play a guitar solo with enough momentum to cover up the band's mistakes and allow Deng to take this opportunity to adjust her condition.

Lenai's eyes instantly became fiery and determined, as if a flame was burning in them.

Her originally smooth guitar playing movements suddenly sped up, and her slender fingers danced wildly on the strings like a lively elf.

Unlike the original slow rhythm, now every time she plucked the strings was like a flash of lightning streaking through the night sky, and every note burst out from the strings with unstoppable force.

The rhythm of Lixi's drums has been completely torn apart by Lenai's guitar solo!

A surging guitar solo then began, its notes like surging ocean waves, crashing into the audience's eardrums. Like a wild horse freed from its reins, it galloped through the air, brimming with primal power and unbridled wildness. The rhythm was as rapid as rapid raindrops hitting windowpanes, or like the steady beat of battlefield drums. Each note was breathtaking, filling the entire stage and even the auditorium with this explosive melody.

"Sing!"

"Sing for me!" The stars on the screens on both sides of the stage completely fell. At that moment, Shirakawa Haru sang again, "For my music!"

Takamatsu Deng just looked at Shirakawa Haru quietly. Her eyes were like the clear night sky, with twinkling stars in them, just like the stars twinkling and dancing in them, and every bit of light carried endless emotions.

She gently opened her lips, which were as delicate as rose petals, and in an instant, a heavenly sound as if from heaven flowed out.

Only when the band's performance went smoothly did Shirakawa Haru's tense nerves relax a little.

Although the lines from "The Phantom of the Opera" were completely incompatible with the songs played by Chihaya Aine and her band, Shirakawa Haru had no better solution at the moment. He had no contingency plan, so he could only think of this method to save the situation.

This is not a commercial performance, so it is normal to have flaws and problems.

As long as you don't feel embarrassed and show enough momentum to shock the audience, the live performance can go on.

Sure enough, just as he sat down, someone behind him said in surprise that the live format of the Hinomori Academy Festival was really novel, with the band playing on the stage and the conductor singing off the stage. Do you want to do the same next time?

He took a deep breath and relaxed.

Then he suddenly realized that Toyokawa Shoko had quietly sat down next to him without him knowing.

"Haru, you were really, really handsome just now!" Toyokawa Shoko praised Shirakawa Haru.

"Thank you for the compliment, but it's better to avoid such 'cool' things in the future." Shirakawa Haru looked a little helpless, "My entry..."

"I remember you spent a lot of time creating that special effect." Toyokawa Shoko was a little surprised. "I didn't expect you to use it in this place."

But it's not a pity." Shirakawa Haru narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the elf-like band girls on the stage with a gentle and firm gaze, and said softly.

His words drifted in the air, carrying a mixture of relief and comfort.

Shoko Toyokawa on the side quietly looked at the profile of Shirakawa Haru. The knife-like outline seemed even deeper under the reflection of the stage lights.

However, her eyes were dim, like stars obscured by dark clouds. There was a subtle sadness in them.

"Qing, the way you look at them now is so dazzling," Toyokawa Shoko thought. Her voice was very soft, as soft as the ripples on the lake caused by the breeze.

She was a little jealous of them.

After Aine and the others finished their performance, Shirakawa Haru immediately left her seat and went to the backstage of the small auditorium. Toyokawa Shoko wanted to know what kind of emotions Shirakawa Haru would use to face the girls who came down from the stage, so even though she didn't want to see Nagasaki Suyo, she endured the discomfort and followed Shirakawa Haru to the backstage.

At this time, Chihaya Aine and the others were preparing to wipe off their makeup.

When Shirakawa Haru entered the dressing area, he first knocked on the door. Three minutes later, he turned the doorknob and prepared to enter the room. At this moment, Chihaya Aine suddenly jumped out from his side and made a face at him.

"Wow!" Chihaya Aine said with a smile, "Is the chairman scared by me?"

"Eh? Vice President Toyokawa?" When she saw Toyokawa Shoko following behind Shirakawa Haru, the smile on her face became a little stiff. Toyokawa Shoko nodded to Chihaya Aine as a greeting.

Although she heard that the chairman didn't have a girlfriend, Chihaya Aine was still subconsciously a little afraid of Toyokawa Shoko, Shirakawa Haru's rumored girlfriend, as if she was secretly trying to steal his girlfriend.

"No, the makeup on your face looks pretty good." Shirakawa Haru said.

"That's right. I also did the makeup on Deng and the others' faces." Aiyin was very proud of this. She then took out her phone and showed Shirakawa Haru a blogger. "This is Meow Mengqin. I learned my makeup skills from her."

"Miao Mengqin?" Looking at the purple-haired and pink-eyed blogger on his phone, Bai Chuanqing felt that she seemed a little familiar. He thought he must have met her in real life. "She looks a little familiar."

"That's for sure!" Chihaya Aine said, "Nyanmu-chin is a very famous makeup blogger, and her videos of offline events are also very popular."

"Yeah." Shirakawa Haru said he didn't understand these.

Looking at Shirakawa Haru's expression towards Chihaya Aine, Toyokawa Shoko felt that she must have been thinking too much.

Shirakawa Haru's feelings for Chihaya Aine are very pure, and there is absolutely no emotion between men and women mixed in them.

She doesn't need to be jealous of anyone.

Shoko Toyokawa breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

However, at this moment, the person she least wanted to see in her life walked towards her. Toyokawa Shoko resisted the desire to ignore Nagasaki Suyo and looked straight at Nagasaki Suyo.

"Saki-chan!"

Chapter 4.4: Going to Nagasaki's classmate's house at night? (k)

At this moment, in the dressing area behind the small auditorium, Toyokawa Shoko stood beside Shirakawa Haru, with her arms folded across her chest, looking coldly at Nagasaki Suyo who was walking towards her.

"What are you doing?"

"Saki-chan, I, I've always wanted to see you... no matter how many times..." Nagasaki Suyo approached Toyokawa Shoko.

Shirakawa Haru, who was standing aside, gave up his seat to Nagasaki Motoyo.

Toyokawa Shoko saw what the two did, which made her even more resentful of Nagasaki Suyo.

"But I don't want to see you. Your behavior always bothers me," Toyokawa Shoko said in a cold tone. "Didn't I tell you not to come to me again? Why don't you listen to others?"

"That's because...that's because...but Xiangzi, you took the initiative to come to me, didn't you?" Nagasaki Suyo was a little uneasy under Toyokawa Xiangzi's cold gaze, but she suddenly thought that Xiangzi took the initiative to come to the backstage, so she must have something to say to her.

"That's enough..." Toyokawa Shoko said that the two of them had nothing much to talk about. "I just accompanied President Shirakawa to the backstage to check on Aine and the others. Don't get me wrong."