You are Toyokawa Shoko, then who am I?

Toyokawa Sho hummed triumphantly.

"Shiina-san, don't you notice that you and I seem to have a very good relationship? There's no barrier between us at all."

"..."

Shiina Riki was stunned for a moment, it seemed to be true.

This guy had been talking to her calmly the entire time, not like he had any long-standing grudge against her, or any feelings of incomprehension...

"So, please don't worry."

Toyokawa Sho smiled brightly, revealing the bracelet he was wearing on his wrist.

"She will definitely reconcile with you."

stab.

A huge amount of information rushed into Shiina Riki's mind, making her unable to recover for a while.

First of all, Toyokawa Sho said that Toyokawa Shoko would definitely reconcile with them. Does that mean that the guy will come back to Crychic later?

There is also the bracelet of Toyokawa Sho.

I hadn't seen it yesterday, but he's wearing it just one night later?

And if I'm not mistaken...

The bracelet looks like it was made from the ribbon in Toyokawa Shoko's hair...

Coincidence?

Or are they actually connected?

Maybe even live together?

He was clearly keeping silent about Toyokawa Shoko's affairs yesterday, and after asking for a long time, he finally said that he came from a parallel world. Why is he not going to hide anything at all today?

I don't know what happened yesterday...

That's why his attitude changed so drastically...

"Okay, enough small talk. Our interview last night was at five o'clock, which means it's going to start in three hours. It's time to decide what performance we should give the boss."

"……Um."

Shiina Riki came out of his thoughts and responded subconsciously, but immediately realized something was wrong.

"Wait, aren't those things we just practiced allowed?"

"Those are just improvisations, scattered and unorganized. I have a feeling the boss has some other purpose for this extra interview... So, just to be on the safe side, I think it's best to pick a piece and play it."

Toyokawa Sho pinched Shiina Riki's wrist and gently lifted it into the air.

"Also, your hands are already very tired. Yesterday's exceptional performance put a lot of strain on your hands. You were working very hard during practice just now. Did you secretly practice for a while when you got home last night?"

“…” Shiina Riki silently looked away, obviously he was hit by the words.

"You see, you are ruining your body."

Toyokawa Sho gently scolded, then stretched out his two hands, naturally held Shiina Riki, and gently massaged her fingers.

“It’s good to work hard, but don’t push yourself too much. I know you’re worried about the interview, but if you continue to approach it with the intensity of improvisation, it’s likely to cause irreversible damage to your hands.

"Have you seen Whiplash? The protagonist's hand was bleeding at the end. That kind of injury definitely meant he had to say goodbye to the professional stage. I don't want you to end up like him. You're the drummer I have high hopes for.

"So, just leave it to me without worry. I guarantee on my own behalf that I will arrange a piece that won't burden you too much while still allowing you to enjoy the performance to your heart's content."

A gentle voice whispered beside my ear.

Like a soft breeze blowing across your face.

Sniff your nose.

While wandering, I could smell the scent of grass after the rain.

It feels like time has never changed.

As he spoke, it was as if the seconds had slowed down.

The warm sunlight streaming in from the window shone on the other person's lowered eyelids, like a lens specially designed for a close-up. The color temperature was comfortable, like a pleasant spring breeze, as if the tranquility of the afternoon was written on the face. Upon closer inspection, it seemed as if you could even count the number of eyelashes...

For no reason, Shiina Riki felt a tingling sensation in his fingertips.

Toyokawa Sho's fingers seemed to contain a strange magic. When their fingertips touched and their skin pressed together, countless tiny fragments flashed before his eyes like a movie.

They are fleeting, like a huge puzzle that has not yet been put together, mixed and disordered, and at the same time they are as fleeting as shooting stars, leaving only traces of their existence in an instant.

But even so, Shiina Riki still recognized some of the fragments:

An invitation to a first meeting...

Singing "Spring Shadow" on stage...

The depression of rainy days and the withdrawal from the team...

These are the unforgettable memories she has hidden deep in her heart.

But the protagonist dancing among these fragments is not Shoko Toyokawa.

But it was Sho Toyokawa who was massaging her hands in front of her.

She felt as if a fire was licking at the tip of her heart, simmering her restlessness, and luring the curiosity that was locked away in her heart out of its cage, causing it to completely run wild...

No no no no…!

These are all illusions, illusions...!

It must be that I didn’t get enough rest yesterday, and this guy kept jumping around in front of me, which led to the illusion I saw!

Parallel world or something...

How could such a thing be possible—

"That's basically the situation. Do you have any comments?"

"Ah...ah? What's your opinion?"

Shiina Riki came back to his senses and said blankly.

"You're not listening at all, Shiina-san," Toyokawa Sho narrowed his eyes slightly in dissatisfaction, "I'm saying that for the interview later, I'll be the one to choose the piece we play."

"Okay, no problem," Shiina Riki thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement. She had been completely won over by Toyokawa Sho, so naturally she wouldn't object. "What kind of music do you want to play? Pop music? Or jazz?"

Toyokawa Sho fell into deep thought.

The structure is simple, it's very drummer-friendly, the overall atmosphere is sunny and upbeat, and it also piques the appetite of the old man Tsuzuki Shichuan...

Eh!

There is a song that meets the standards!

"It's kind of a pop song, a new one."

Toyokawa Sho clenched his fist with a hint of excitement.

"It's called The Old Man and the Sea."

P.S. Although I have already experienced the great power of the comment section, I still underestimated it. The comment section of this book has become an indispensable link. Everyone is powerful and invincible, and everyone is a bloodthirsty fang. I beg for votes from Yanzu, Yu Yancheng, Wu Guanxi, Chao Wei, Fu Cheng, and Takuya.

017. The beautiful cat with different eyes and the blue-haired bassist appear together

Hanasakigawa's uniforms are very popular among young students.

A brown sailor jacket, a clean and refreshing warm color combination, a white tie with a dark-colored thread, and a versatile gray plaid skirt, paired with a pair of smooth and shiny leather shoes and mid-calf socks that outline the leg shape, just standing in front of the mirror makes people feel pleasing to the eye, and there is a feeling that it is really great to be able to study in Hanasaki River.

However, unlike other girls who study at Hanasakigawa, the girl is not here for the cute and exquisite uniforms.

She'd heard that Hanasakigawa had free time in the afternoons, where she could join club activities, go home, dress up in a stuffy giant teddy bear costume and DJ, or even start out as a model and become a popular idol...

In short, it sounds very free, very rock and roll, and very interesting, so I came to this school.

Another reason is.

There is a necessary road from her house to Hanasaki River.

There are many cute cats on that road.

She likes this road very much.

Perhaps it was an innate ability, the girl was very much liked by cats.

The same action to attract cats, if done by someone else, might only result in a haughty glance from a stray cat.

But if the person doing this action is a girl, the cat will put down its noble posture, walk to the girl with light and nimble steps, and rub the girl's outstretched hand with its soft fur.

The girl covered the back corner of her skirt, leaned forward slightly and squatted on the ground. She looked at the white American Shorthair cat lying lazily at her feet, and rubbed the other's furry head gently with her slender and tender fingers.

"A strange face I've never seen before."

she whispered.

"what's your name?"

The American Shorthair cat meowed lazily.

"Lala (らな)? My name is Lena (らな) too."

The girl briefly introduced herself.

“Do you like matcha?”

The American Shorthair Cat shook its head, and the girl withdrew her hand.

"You don't like matcha, you're a bad cat."

The American Shorthair cat waved its claws in protest, trying to pull the girl's hand back to help it stroke its fur.

“Will you drink matcha in the future?”

The American Shorthair cat nodded its head and rubbed its body against the girl coquettishly.

"Good boy."

The corners of the girl's mouth rose slightly, and her clear and ethereal voice was like the notes played by black and white piano keys, causing ripples in the lake, and like the crisp silver bells summoned by the breeze, ticking, ticking, writing a timbre for the free and unrestrained wind.

A figure slowly walked up to her side, and if she listened carefully, she could hear the sound of a cane tapping on the road.

The girl raised her head.

The soft beams of light passed through the rustling leaves and were carried by the slightly chilly autumn breeze across her still chubby face, revealing a pair of heterochromatic eyes as crystal clear as jade.

One is a calm lake blue.

One is Soo-cheol's amber.

Shiny and bright.

very nice.

"If you want to feed it, buy it yourself. I won't give you money."

An old woman was walking over. Her hair was completely gray, and her youth had long been wasted by the years. However, a tuft of light pink hair still stood there stubbornly, as if declaring her spirit of not compromising with time.

"Grandma, you're stingy."

The plan to promote matcha that had just come to her mind was crossed out, but the girl was not discouraged. In the end, she stroked the white American Shorthair cat a few times.

"I'll let you eat it next time."

Meow--

The American Shorthair cat responded, knowing that the girl was about to leave, so it stood up its small body and walked away aimlessly.

The girl waved at it, then stood up and walked away.

"Stop, where are you going?" the old man scolded softly.

"SPACE." The girl stood there obediently and answered the name of the live house that the old man used to run.

"SPACE has closed and will not reopen." The old man saw the girl's slightly depressed expression and added, "If you like today's performance, come to RiNG in the future."

The girl remained standing, shaking her head and protesting softly.