There are so many geniuses in crossover anime! What's wrong with adding me?

ten minutes later,

Ichi Nijika, who was almost ready to give CPR, finally brought the two back to their senses.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead, put her hands on her hips with a sigh of relief, and said, "Seriously, is it really that powerful? You two are exaggerating!"

Goto Ichiri remained silent, while Kita Ikuyo sadly wiped away her tears and looked at Yamada Ryo with a sorrowful expression: "Senpai, I'm sorry! Wa-watashi!"

"Hey? What are you apologizing for?"

"Kita-chan, aren't you acting a little strange?"

Both men's gazes, filled with doubt and indifference, fell upon her simultaneously.

"Are you alright? If you're alright, can we go back now? We'll be opening for business soon." Sakurakoji urged, glancing at the time.

"Okay, let's go right away!"

“That, that!”

Just as Ichika was about to lead the problem children away, Goto Ichiri struggled to his feet and shouted loudly.

Her unusual behavior attracted everyone's attention.

"What's wrong, Pochi-chan? Is there anything else?" Ijichi Nijika asked with a slight smile and raised her eyebrows.

"Th-that!" Goto's face turned ashen, and he was speechless for a moment.

'I'm so nervous, the words are stuck in my throat!'

'I'm...I'm suffocating!'

Her face gradually turned pale, her gaze became increasingly vacant, and saliva dribbled from the corner of her mouth.

"Poch-chan, calm down!!"

"Pochi, who's about to die, is really funny."

"Liang, stop watching and come help!"

After another round of aggressive, chest-breaking treatment, she was finally pulled back from the brink of death.

Then, Ichiji Nijika inquired, "So, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Goto Ichiri also calmed down, and looked away anxiously, not daring to meet anyone's eyes: "Um, I want to know the name of the song that Mr. Caihua sang on the roadside last time."

"Ah! That's it!" Ijichi Nijika clapped her hands, her smile bright, understanding the reason. She turned to Sakurakoji Saiki: "That's it, Saiki-san, can you answer Pochi-chan's question?"

"Ah, because I couldn't find the original song online, so..." Goto Ichiri timidly raised her hand to add an explanation.

Although she roughly memorized the melody after listening to it once, she was a little distracted at the time, so she didn't memorize it completely, and memorizing lyrics was not her strong suit.

When I got home, I wanted to find the original version of this song, but I couldn't find it anywhere. Searching for a few lines of lyrics was also futile.

She only remembered that the lyrics resonated with her deeply, feeling like they described her perfectly, and she wanted to learn the song no matter what.

God knows how long she hesitated before finally awkwardly expressing her wish.

“Hmm~ that…” Sakurakoji looked at Goto Ichiri with amusement, catching a glimpse of her quick eye movement as she shifted her gaze.

This kid is really talented at dodging; he's so fast that even I couldn't see him clearly.

"The song is called 'Tengaru Iwa, Kimi ni Asa ga Furu' (Turning the rock, the morning light falls on you), which I'll tentatively call my original composition." Although he didn't really want to be a copyist, that was the only explanation he could give for now.

"Huh? It's an original song by Mr. Caihua? I really want to hear it! Right, Ryo?" Ichiji Nijika excitedly sought her companion's opinion.

“Yes, I want to hear it too!” Yamada Ryo nodded in agreement.

"After all, I've never heard Mr. Caihua play his own music before. I really want to see him! Don't you think so, sister?"

"Eh, me?" Iji Tomoka, who was seemingly typing a schedule on her laptop but was actually secretly watching this scene, was caught off guard by her younger sister.

She was just feeling indignant that Sakurakoji had used tricks to seduce another young man, and now she's been thrown into this topic.

"Well, it's not that I'm not interested..." she replied hesitantly, scratching her head a couple of times.

She was actually quite interested in his music.

That guy is clearly very talented, but he has no interest in forming a band or creating music. He has even performed on his own initiative very few times. He doesn't seem like a musician at all.

She had thought he had some unspeakable secret, but now it seems that's not the case.

"My sister is also very curious, Mr. Talent! Could you please play a piece for us?"

"Hey! That's not what I said!"

Ignoring her own proud and arrogant older sister, Ichiji Nijika generously invited her, cupping her face in her hands.

The live performance is quite exciting right now... but since the atmosphere has already reached this point, there's no need for him to spoil their fun.

Life is a live broadcast at any time; perhaps that's what ROCK is all about?

"I understand. I'll play it once. Can I borrow a guitar? I didn't bring mine today." He gestured with his hand in the air.

“Ah, then use mine!” Goto Ichiri raised his hand again, “because it was my request.”

"That's okay too."

A moment later, she brought out her guitar bag and took out the smooth-finished black guitar.

The heavy weight pressing down on his palm made him feel it instantly.

Oh, this is a high-end guitar worth tens of thousands of RMB.

Although the original price may not have been this high, because it has been discontinued for a long time, its value on second-hand websites has increased significantly over time.

If, after the performance, someone were to imitate those violent guitarists and smash their guitars to create a dramatic effect—Boqi would probably cry for a long time, right?

It’s exciting just to think about it!

Especially when the object of his affections is a delicate and introverted woman, it will always inadvertently stir up the dark side of him that wants to bully the weak.

No, no, he can't bring himself to trample on someone's feelings. Let's try a different approach next time.

He casually strummed the strings a few times, pressed some keys on the fretboard to get a feel for it, then cleared his throat, ready to sing.

Once everything was ready, he glanced at the expectant gazes of the crowd in front of him and around the bar, and it felt as if he had rediscovered the carefree and unrestrained self he had been that day.

He gave a trill to signal the start, and then began his performance, the clear sound of the guitar strings resonating throughout the studio.

A brief moment later, a clear inhalation sounded, and he began to sing in a languid, emotional tone:

"Come out of the world and wear the world (If possible, I hope I can rewrite the world)"

"War of war is a great thing"

"だけどちょっとそれもあるよな (But maybe I have a little bit of that expectation)"

"..."

"Haiyu や电影スターには成れない (Can't be an actor or movie star)"

"それどころか(Not only that)"

"Kun no mae でさえも上手に笑えない (I can't even laugh in front of you)"

"そんなに法はないよな (I'm really helpless when I'm like that, right?)"

"あ~あ~(Ah~ah~)"

"..."

"frozen world を (in the frozen world)"

"転がるように出した(run out without fear even if you fall down)"

"Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh oh~ Oh~ Yeah~~"

After the hoarse, relieved release of the voice, the trembling, rapid strings gradually calmed down after a brief solo, and then returned to silence.

He took the guitar off his body and broke the silence with a smile: "That's about it."

Yamada Ryo and the others also seemed to wake up from a dream, recovering from the lingering effects.

"Wow, amazing! Mr. Talent! This song is so beautiful and evocative!"

"Yes, it's very unique, I like it very much."

"Me, me too!"

"So handsome!"

"I kind of want to play it." Kaname nodded with a relaxed expression.

"Well, it's not so bad." Ijichi Hoshika felt a little thirsty and picked up the drink next to her and took a sip.

That jerk! Even the way he plays guitar is so cool! It's infuriating!

But back in her day, she probably wasn't inferior to him either, right? A faint sense of nostalgia flickered in her eyes as she recalled the days when she was still playing in a band.

"If you like them, I'll give them to you as a gift for your establishment."

Volume 1: The Daily Life of Attracting Bees and Butterflies: Chapter 212 Is this called "Wall Slam"?

"Is it okay?!" they all shouted in unison.

“Hey, Caihua, is it okay?” Ijichi Seika interrupted, frowning as she looked at him.

For every musician, these are precious memories and the fruits of their hard work, not something to be given away easily.

Besides, she felt that the song she just sang was of very high quality and its value should not be low. Even if we measure it in monetary terms, it would not be a small amount.

Once an unreleased song is sent out, it means that the original author will no longer have any further rights or interests in the revenue or copyright.

"It's okay, the most important thing is that a good song meets the right person." Sakura Koji nodded as he looked at the several youthful, beautiful, and energetic figures (excluding one person).

He doesn't intend to support himself with music. Even if he did compose it himself, he wouldn't feel bad about giving it away.

Anyway, it doesn't affect his singing in private.

"You haven't started trying to compose and perform your own music yet, have you? Let's take this as a starting point. I believe you can definitely do it!"

“Mr. Talent…” Ichiji Nijika’s eyes were filled with tears of emotion, “Thank you so much!”

"Hey everyone, hurry up!"

"Thank you so much!" X 4

After giving her thanks, she thought of another question: "Ah, but we can't list ourselves as the composer and lyricist. If it's published later, should we just put Mr. Caihua's name on it?"

“Uh…” Sakurakoji’s eyebrows arched as he thought, this was indeed a problem.

He can't just write his own name; he doesn't want to attract attention so early, especially since he's definitely going to pursue a business career in the future.

This was also one of the reasons why he didn't want to join the band.

So, does that mean I can only use a pen name?

"Then let's use a pen name. How about Tsukimi Sakura?" He made one up on the spot.

However, they are not entirely improvised. Like the pen name Xuejianying that I once used in a novel, both of these songs are taken from real instrumental music.

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered that he also worked part-time as a novelist; he had almost forgotten about it.

I'll take some time to write the second volume of "DanMachi" and then submit it to the publisher for release. It's been a while since the first volume.

Although Machida Sonoko hasn't urged him yet, she'll probably send him a message to do so in a few days.

What a hassle! I shouldn't have chosen such a troublesome method. Now that I've achieved my original goals, is it still necessary for me to continue with this part-time job?

Or should we just stop updating and leave it unfinished?

The thought of this is so sinful!

Forget it, I shouldn't make the readers suffer the consequences of my own actions. I have to finish writing it, even if it means crawling on my knees.

At worst, he could shorten the length and not write so many side stories and extras. He could just make up the ending himself—after all, he didn't know what the ending would be.

To satisfy the expectations of most readers, a happy ending for a harem story is probably the best, right?

Hmph, the readers of this world are truly fortunate to have an author like me who is willing to care about them.

If it were the original author, you'd be in for a world of hurt.

What kind of IF line is this? It's like taking off your pants to fart, isn't it?

"Tsukimi Sakura, is it taken from Mr. Caihua's surname?"