Their restricted abilities are refreshed every week.

And with that shape, maybe Ichiri-chan is actually a moon person!

She turned to look at Shirakawa Haru and found that he was still staring at Goto Ichiri, as if he didn't notice anything.

Ijichi Nijinka couldn't help but wonder, did Shirakawa Haru really not see it, or did she not understand the charm of the proud figure that Goto Ichiri was showing at this moment?

But when she noticed that Shirakawa Haru's expression was still as gentle as before with a smile on his face, she knew that he really didn't see clearly, or didn't understand how devilish Goto Ichiri's figure was, which was irritating.

Logically speaking, a boy of Shirakawa Haru's age should be the most irresistible to a charming girl. Although Goto Ichiri's personality is a bit strange, her devilish body and angelic face can completely cover up this shortcoming, and even turn the shortcoming into an advantage and publicize it!

How strange... Shirakawa-san seems to have no idea about this...

At this time, Yamada Ryo was poking Goto Ichiri's chest with his fingers, causing Goto Ichiri to hold the guitar across his chest and let out a cute scream like a frightened little animal.

"Liang, that's almost enough!" said Ichichi Hongxia.

"It's not fake... Hongxia, do you want to touch it too?" Yamada Ryo's expression and tone were cold, like an ice flower that was isolated from the world and would melt at noon, but the words she said destroyed her cold temperament.

"It's about time you let go." Yamada Ryo told Hongxia.

"Ah? Hmm!" Ijichi Hongxia quickly moved away from behind Shirakawa Haru, her hands hanging down.

Only then did Shirakawa Haru regain his sight.

"Hongxia...thank you for coming to talk to me today. You don't know, I've always dreamed of forming a band, but before this, I simply couldn't find any members." Goto Ichiri blushed and stammered, "If it weren't for your invitation, I might still be alone in that small room tonight, playing the guitar in solitude."

"I am the one who should thank Ichiri-chan~" Ijichi Hongka is like an inexhaustible source of vitality, always full of energy.

She is like a tireless dancer. As long as she finds an opportunity, she wants to dance for the world or sing loudly, lighting up every corner with her enthusiasm.

"Because I wanted to be able to perform on stage as soon as I formed a band, I learned many songs by popular bands in recent years by myself." When Goto Ichiri said this, his face showed a hint of pride.

"Wow, that's awesome!" Ijichi Hongka clapped her hands to encourage Goto Ichiri.

"But you're still not as good as me." Yamada Ryo's applause was extremely perfunctory.

Goto Ichiri looked at Shirakawa Haru, the only one who remained silent in the rehearsal room at the moment. She found that he was also looking at her with encouragement and appreciation, as if to say, Goto-san, you are so amazing. I'm afraid even I can't do what you have done. I didn't expect that Goto-san, although you appear to be a dark and socially anxious person, you are actually a guitar master behind the scenes. It's really amazing.

Thinking of this, Goto Ichiri's gloomy smile deepened again.

But when she thought about how she had messed up Hong Xia and Liang's live performance because of being too self-centered, she couldn't help but feel depressed.

"But... I messed up Hongxia and Liang's performance." Goto Ichiri said weakly.

"It's nothing. Those audience members are all my friends anyway, and they listened very attentively!" said Ijichi Hongxia.

"Hongxia is my only friend," said Yamada Ryo.

"Thank...thank you." Goto Ichiri could hear that the subtext of Ijichi Nikka and Yamada Ryo's words was telling him not to worry about the performance.

"Goto-san, are you having fun?" Shirakawa Haru asked Goto Ichiri at this time.

"Happily ever after!" said Goto Ichiri.

"Ijichi-san, Yamada-san, how was your time? Did you have fun?" Shirakawa Haru asked them again how they felt.

“Super happy!”

"Well... barely. I'm much happier than when I was eating grass."

Shirakawa Haru looked at Goto Ichiri again, his large hand covering her hair once again. "Goto-san, listen, Yamada-san and Ijichi-san both said they had a lot of fun, so don't worry too much about how this performance went. After all, it's all in the past. If you still have the energy to feel sorry for yourself, why not put that energy into your next live performance?"

"Yes, yes, just have fun this time. We can worry about the technical issues next time~" Ijichi Hongxia said with a smile.

"Next time? Next time!" Goto Ichiri opened his eyes wide, his tone full of surprise.

"Ichiri-chan, our band name is 'End', the End Band!" Ijichi Hongxia said, "I hope our band can be united, and even if conflicts arise, we can still come together again after the quarrel."

"We should share everything. We should drink delicious drinks together, share a bite of delicious food, and play with fun toys together!" said Ichichi Hongxia. "This is the kind of united band I want to form!"

"Love~Love~" Yamada Ryo raised his hands and tapped his index and middle fingers like a crab's claws. "Our band finally has a guitarist again!"

"Speaking of which, Ryo, do you know where Kita-chan went?" asked Ijichi Hongxia.

"Kita? Isn't she dead?" Yamada Ryo expressed surprise. "I've already put up her portrait in the rehearsal room. So, Nijiya, you haven't noticed yet?"

Yamada Ryo pointed to the corner of the rehearsal room, where a photo of a red-haired girl was placed. The girl in the photo was smiling very happily.

The tribute in front of today's photo is dandelion flowers and weeds on the roadside.

Goto Ichiri looked in the direction of Yamada Ryo's finger. The moment she saw the photo, her whole body went limp and she subconsciously fell towards Shirakawa Haru.

She thought it was terrible to end the band. They were just promoting friendship and love, so why was it suddenly associated with "posthumous photos", "dead girls" and "tributes"?

The STARRY rehearsal room is freezing cold, but Shirakawa-san's side is warm. If he doesn't mind me leaning on him... I feel like I'm always being hugged by Shirakawa-san...

"Really? This kind of joke is not funny!" Ichichi Hongxia took the photo away angrily.

Yamada Ryo stuffed the offerings placed in front of the photo, which were dandelion flowers and weeds, into his mouth.

Shirakawa Haru looked at the closing band of only three girls and thought that Goto Ichiri would become more cheerful with the help of the other two girls.

He was just about to ask Ichichi Hongxia and Yamada Ryo to take better care of Goto Ichiri when a new message came on his cell phone.

Shirakawa Haru took out his cell phone and found that Nagasaki Suyo had sent him a photo.

Chapter 4.5: Nagasaki Suyo's Little Tricks (k)

Nagasaki Suyo sent him a selfie.

Judging from the perspective of the photo, Nagasaki Suyo is looking up, so she must have posed deliberately when taking the photo, at least her arms should be stretched high and long.

The girl in the photo has a pure Asian face, soft and gentle. She smiles brightly, and uses her forefinger and thumb to touch her cheek. The corners of her mouth are slightly raised with a smile, and her eyes are warm and bright. Her soft hair covers her forehead, and she looks like a girl next door.

The background of this photo is downstairs of the student building of Hinomori High School. Nagasaki Suyo is sitting on a wooden bench sprayed with dark paint. Some ivy is climbing on the back of the bench. The ivy looks vibrant and green even in autumn.

The park bench she was sitting on was Haru Shirakawa's entry for a creative competition when she was in junior high school.

Although the main materials are just a bench and some ivy, he put a lot of effort into the shape of the ivy.

In order to perfectly combine the ivy with the elements of the bench, he specially visited a famous local flower arrangement master.

Next to the wooden bench is a standing street lamp. Perhaps in order to save money, the shape of the street lamp is no different from the street lamps on the streets of Tokyo, but its light is softer.

Warm yellow light, like a soft veil, drifted down around the bench, weaving into a dreamy circle of light, like the realm of the gods in ancient mythology. Under this warm glow, the part of Nagasaki Suyo's body that had previously blended with the darkness seemed to be ignited by divine fire, and every inch of her skin radiated a faint glow, like the twilight of dawn, standing out in stark contrast to the surrounding black and white.

After the live performance in the afternoon, Nagasaki Motoyo did not change into private clothes. She was still wearing the school uniform of Tsukinomori Girls' Academy, looking youthful and lively.

As soon as Shirakawa Haru's eyes fell on the selfie sent to him by Nagasaki Motoyo, and before he stayed for more than a second, Nagasaki Motoyo withdrew the photo, and then sent him an apology message, saying that she accidentally slipped and sent the selfie to Shirakawa-kun. Originally, I just wanted to tell Shirakawa-kun where you and I are now.

Then she sent a lot of photos, and the focus of these photos was the ivy chair.

It looks like Nagasaki Motoyo was sitting on a chair and filming the scene around the chair from various angles.

"Shirakawa-kun, do you know where I am now?" asked Nagasaki Suyo.

"You're on the bench downstairs in the high school building." Shirakawa Haru replied, tapping the screen with his finger.

"It seems to be here." Nagasaki Suyo continued to send messages to Shirakawa Haru, and then changed the subject, "Shirakawa-kun, did you see my selfie just now? If you did, what do you think of my selfie just now?"

"It looks very nice." Shirakawa Haru replied.

"Thank you for the compliment, Shirakawa-kun." Nagasaki Motoyo replied to Shirakawa Haru, saying that she suddenly withdrew the message, then waited for a while and resent the message in a voice message, "Thank you for the compliment, Shirakawa-kun~"

Nagasaki Suyo's voice, like a dreamy sound interwoven with the clear mountain stream and the gorgeous clouds in the sky, flowed out from the sound hole of Shirakawa Haru's mobile phone, which was pressed tightly against his ear.

It was an indescribable charm, like the enchanting elf song in ancient legends. Every note was like a bone-eroding aphrodisiac, carrying an intoxicating fragrance and magic, lingering on and on, endlessly, drilling straight into his eardrum.

Baichuan Qingxin wondered what was happening to Nagasaki Suye on the other end of the phone. Although he had always thought her voice was nice and had a girlish charm, this was too...

This reminded him of Chihaya Aine. The feeling her voice gave him when she first entered school was similar to the feeling Nagasaki Suyo gave him now.

"I'm sorry, Shirakawa-kun. I still feel like these words need to be said in person. Just sending a text message always seems too cold." Nagasaki Suyo sent another message. "Although I'm really happy to hear Shirakawa-kun's praise of me, does this mean that you, Shirakawa-kun, have seen that somewhat private selfie?"

"I saw it." Shirakawa Haru's answer was very straightforward.

Then Nagasaki Motoyo began to withdraw the text messages one by one, leaving only the voice message expressing gratitude for Shirakawa Haru's praise.

"If possible, Shirakawa-kun, could you please come to the school to pick me up as soon as possible? The clothes I'm wearing now seem a bit thin and I feel a little cold." Nagasaki Suyo said.

"I'll be there as soon as possible," Shirakawa Haru said. "If you really feel it's too cold, just go into a classroom where the lights are still on."

"Hmm..." Nagasaki Motoyo sent another voice message, "But it seems like there's no light in the teaching building of Hinodemori Academy anymore."

"If you don't mind, you can go to the security office," Shirakawa Haru told Nagasaki Motoyo that the security guards in the security office had a very good relationship with him. He often gave them cigarettes and other gifts during the New Year and other holidays. "Just tell those security guards that I asked you to go over there to rest."

"Shirakawa-kun, thank you for taking care of me." Nagasaki Motoyo pressed the recording button on her mobile phone. She looked at the countdown on the recording button and dragged out a sentence of only a few words. Because her tone was particularly soothing, her voice naturally sounded gentle and beautiful.

Nagasaki Suyo thought this was the last message, and hoped that it would have the effect she expected.

These words didn't need to make Baichuan Qing develop a romantic affection for her right now. As long as they could arouse his curiosity about herself, then her efforts tonight would not be in vain.

Nagasaki Suyo folded her hands and pressed the phone tightly against her chest.

She sat on the bench, her legs swinging gently, wondering if her attempts to probe Shirakawa Haru on Line were effective.

On the one hand, she hoped that Shirakawa Haru would fall in love with her quickly, but on the other hand, she didn't want the process to be too fast, because she felt that if the relationship developed too quickly, all the emotional investment would seem a bit cheap, including Xiangzi's deep affection for him.

Even if it was for Xiangzi, even if this feeling and experience was just a disguise, a mask to attend the "masquerade", she also hoped that the other party would truly devote himself to this relationship.

Everyone who attends a masquerade ball must believe that the "lover" who is hugging his or her waist likes and loves him or her while dancing... No matter what happens in normal times, at least it must be the case at the moment of attending the ball.

Otherwise, this masked ball cannot continue. If the mask used for disguise can be easily peeled off, does it also mean that the emotions of the dancers at the ball are just superficial, false and vulgar?

Nagasaki Suyo didn't know that she never cared about what others thought, and she didn't think there was anything wrong with it...

It is not yet known whether she can clearly understand herself.

It is always difficult for people to define themselves accurately.

After all, self-examination is not like seeing your face at the sink every morning. Even so, the "mirror" that helps self-correction is not necessarily always clear, but rather blurry.

The cell phone on her chest suddenly vibrated, and Nagasaki Suyo, who was lost in thought, woke up. She clicked on the screen and slid the green ball upwards.

"Suyo~ I'm sorry, Mom may not be able to come back for dinner tonight~ Alas, the company wants me to work overtime again." This was a call from Nagasaki Suyo's mother.

As a strong woman in her career, she works hard to give Nagasaki Suyo a better life.

"But you should have had dinner by now, right?" she added. "If not, just order some takeout. You can eat whatever you want. Mom will transfer the money to you later."

"Okay, Mom," Nagasaki said on the phone. "Take care of yourself. You've been working hard."

Her tone at this moment was dignified and virtuous, completely devoid of the seductive and charming demeanor she had when she expressed her gratitude to Shirakawa Haru on Line.

"Well, good night, Sushi~"

"Good night, Mom." Nagasaki Suyo hung up the phone.

She slowly turned her head and cast her gaze at the teaching building behind her that stood like a giant beast.

At this moment, the teaching building of Hinode Forest was like a mysterious castle swallowed by darkness. It was pitch black all around, as if even the light was pulled into the endless darkness and disappeared without a trace.

From somewhere in the night, the shrill cries of bats echoed, causing Nagasaki Suyo's heart to tighten. Suddenly, a strong wind swept in like a surging wave, howling through the trees, shattering the moonlight among the swaying shadows, and exploding into tiny fragments of silver light all over the ground.

Nagasaki Suyo's originally shaking legs suddenly came together. She looked through the chat messages with Shirakawa Haru and Toyokawa Shoko on Line, and then slowly closed her eyes.

It's really lonely.

In STARRY's rehearsal room, Nijima Natsuma was talking quietly to Shirakawa Haru.

"Shirakawa-san," Ijichi Hongxia gently pulled the corner of Shirakawa Haru's clothes, her voice very low, as if sharing a secret that cannot be told, "The person you were chatting with just now, is she your girlfriend?" As she spoke, her eyes drifted to Goto Ichiri, only to see that Goto Ichiri's cheeks were flushed and his eyes were blurred. It was obvious that he was still immersed in the dreamlike and dizzy feeling after being touched by Shirakawa Haru.

"..." Baichuan Qing looked at her strangely and did not answer.

Ijichi Hongxia broke the brief silence: "It's getting late now, are you...ready to leave?"

"Yes." Baichuan Qing said, "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

"Ichiri-chan just said she wanted to stay here with us for a while longer," Ijichi Hongka said, "Do you want to stay and keep Ichiri-chan company?"

"Didn't her parents tell her not to stay out too late?" Baichuan Qing asked with some confusion.

"Well... when Ichiri's mother heard that Ichiri had made friends outside, she told Ichiri that she could have fun as long as she wanted..." Ijichi Hongxia coughed, feeling a little embarrassed. "Of course, Ichiri's mother was actually very worried about her at the beginning, until I told her that President Shirakawa of Hinomori was also with Ichiri..."

"Then she agreed to let Ichiri-chan stay with us a little later," Yamada Ryo added.

"I'm sorry, we've caused trouble for Shirakawa-san." Ichi Naokoka said. She saw that Yamada Ryo beside her had no idea that she had caused trouble for Shirakawa Haru, so she held her head and asked her to apologize to Shirakawa Haru.

"Ryo thought so too," Ijichi Nijinka said, trying to suppress the struggling Yamada Ryo. "Ryo~ hurry up and apologize! We just caused trouble for Shirakawa-san..."

"I'm sorry, Shirakawa-san." Yamada Ryo looked at Shirakawa Haru's face and said, "Hmm... Shirakawa-san, are you expecting us to show our bellies and apologize like characters in anime?"

"Ryo, you you you - what are you talking about!" Ijichi Hongka immediately pulled Yamada Ryo out of the rehearsal room in grief and anger.

Yamada Ryo was dragged by Ijichi Hongka and waved to Shirakawa Haru, still chewing dandelions in his mouth.

"Goto-san," Shirakawa Haru patted Goto Ichiri's head gently and said softly, "I have something to take care of later, so I can't go home with you. I originally reserved some time, but now someone is urging me to go over."