Uneasy daily life

Goto Ichiri's eyes darted around frantically, then suddenly landed on the white figure interacting with her sister by the stage. She froze, and a brilliant idea that seemed to have a clue suddenly popped into her mind!

That's right! Let's just use that to leave!

"Goto-san?"

Kita Ikuyo called out tentatively.

boom!

Goto Ichiri lay on her back on the ground, holding her guitar, and pushed and pulled with her feet, moving quickly like a snake... forward? backward? In any case, she was moving rapidly towards the edge of the stage. She had only moved halfway when the guitar she was holding was pulled by the instrument strings. She quickly and respectfully put the guitar aside and swiftly turned to the side of the stage.

The entire audience stared in stunned silence as she performed her performance art.

A white shadow followed behind, twisting in with the same posture, even more smoothly and fluidly.

When did you get there?!

Kita Ikuyo's brain was trembling.

"Team leader, please go first."

Yamada Ryo suddenly realized, turned to Ichiji Nijika, and gestured to the floor.

After regaining her senses, Ichiji Nijika's ahoge (cowlick) started shaking wildly, and she became extremely frantic.

"What do you mean, 'please'?! There's no such strange way for a band to leave after the show. Please don't misunderstand!"

Chapter 83 Even Dark Histories Have Differences

The performance was a success? No mishaps? (ΩДΩ)!

Goto Ichiri changed into her usual school outfit—a pink tracksuit and a gray skirt.

While there's nothing wrong with wearing a short skirt with leggings, I definitely prefer wearing a short skirt with a sports uniform to feel fully covered and secure.

I couldn't help but think of the band's performance on stage, and the lyrics I had written...

Perhaps it's because of her solitary nature that she understands the preciousness and uniqueness of youth better than others? She envies Nijika's ambition, Ryo's solitude, Kita's sunny and cheerful personality, and Shiro's carefree and easygoing nature... It is because of this longing that she wants to obtain even a little bit of her youthful memories.

I truly lived up to my promise in the cultural festival performance.

Thank you all so much for your help. My life is complete and I have no regrets...

Looking at the empty classroom, Goto Ichiri couldn't help but show a deeply moved expression.

"This year's cultural festival was much more fun than the one in junior high. When I was in junior high, the teachers held an insect specimen exhibition, but there were no singing or performance activities at all."

"Anyway, a holiday is a good thing."

"That's true."

Ah! Someone's coming!

Voices came from the corridor. Goto Ichiri looked around in a panic, then quickly stood at the back door of the classroom, with his back to the corridor, pretending to be an ordinary pink door frame.

"I think our school's cultural festival performance featured professionals from outside the school, right? Like comedians or something?"

"Many students from the school also participated in the performance..."

Two boys carrying equipment walked down the corridor at dusk, passing empty classrooms and chatting casually about the cultural festival.

One of the boys noticed something and exclaimed in slight surprise, "Ah, that person."

Another boy glanced over and casually remarked, "Looks like the Snakeskin Band, they're pretty crazy rock musicians."

"What snakeskin band? I think it's the End Band... Calling it snakeskin band doesn't seem wrong."

The two boys walked over, waved their sleeves, and took away Goto Ichiri's touching moment.

Damn it! One day, I will definitely—

Goto Ichiri clenched his fist, and two streams of tears welled up in his eyes.

He will drop out of high school!

Although I really wanted to surprise everyone and make them gasp in amazement, it's definitely more perfect to drop out of school, join a band, and reach the pinnacle of life...

Yeah! That's it!

……

……

Izakaya.

Restaurants where minors must be accompanied by an adult.

Selling alcohol to minors is illegal.

"Would you like a drink, Yukino-chan?"

Occasionally, there are such outlaws.

"Brave one, just pretend you don't know it's alcohol, drink it and immediately call the police so the officers can arrest 9528 on the spot."

There will also be law-abiding madmen who fish outside the law.

"And then send Bai Jun, who gave the advice, in as well?"

Some baits can be used by anglers who are prone to reversing the fishing method.

"Going to the police station together is a rare and wonderful experience."

In the end, the outlaws prevailed.

"Why does Brave Pro look so sad?" Bai Ying chewed on fried shrimp and peered at Goto Ichiri's gray-white statue. "There was an accident on stage today, but Brave Pro turned the tide and made a brilliant save, making the performance even more exciting. He truly lives up to his name as a guitar hero."

Goto Ichiri did not react.

"He probably acted impulsively, copying Bai Jun's serpentine exit, and now he's starting to regret it."

Yukinoshita Yukino guessed.

Goto Ichiri - Damaged version of the gray-white stone statue.

“You guessed right.” Yukino Yukinoshita said subtly, “He’s a bit like Hikigaya-kun. After being tricked into doing some stupid things by Haku-kun, he also has this expression that shows that life has no meaning.”

Bai Ying added, "When there are many people around, the subordinate rarely shows this kind of attitude. He usually only repents deeply when he is alone in his room at night."

The gray stone statue was broken open, and Goto Ichiri raised his hand to grab his hair, shaking it violently from side to side. Judging from his lifeless eyes, he was clearly trapped in his own mental world, rejecting all information from the outside world.

"The betting's open!" Bai Ying placed a fried shrimp on an empty plate. "Let's bet on what Brave Pro's inner monologue is like. I'm betting on a fried shrimp, that her inner self is frantically banging her head against the wall in her room!"

A pair of chopsticks shot out like lightning, snatching the fried shrimp from the plate.

Feng Bin and Hua took a bite and mumbled, "The gambling money is confiscated."

The white figure read in a deep voice: "A fried shrimp, a lump of fat, a barrel-shaped body, and an idol's star has fallen..."

"How long do you think I practice dancing every day?" Feng Binhe rolled his eyes. The short sentence that was enough to make Angelina want to kill was obviously not effective against her.

Bai Ying's eyes flashed: "A pimple."

"?"

Feng Bin and Hua subconsciously touched their faces. "I have pimples?"

"Ah."

"#!"

The stick figure was easily lit, but there was no room for her to move on the dining table, so she couldn't retaliate for a while.

Bai Ying picked up the fried shrimp batter that had fallen off the plate and waved it in front of Goto Ichiri. The other party suddenly came to his senses: "What sad thing happened to you, Brave Pro? Tell us so we can be sad with you."

"what……"

Goto Ichiri glanced at the crumbs of fried shrimp on the plate with a sense of disappointment.

Feng Bin and Hua couldn't sit still any longer. They picked up a fried shrimp and put it in each other's bowls, saying, "Here, here, here..."

"Uh, thank you?" Goto Ichiri chewed on fried shrimp, the taste of the food dispelling some of her gloom. She sighed and began to recount what had happened after her performance that afternoon...

"Snakeskin Band?! That kind of nickname..."

Ichi Nijika's eyes widened, as if she wanted to devour the white shadow alive.

“It has a nickname now,” Yamada Ryo said knowingly. “This is a sign that it’s becoming popular.”

"They'll probably become popular as a comedy band," Kita Ikuyo quipped, then reassured him, "Don't worry, Goto-kun. This topic will only circulate for a while, and then it will be replaced by other topics. The classmates won't remember it for long."

"Red bean paste?"

Goto Ichiri suddenly felt that there was still hope for her high school life!

"Of course!" Bai Ying gave a thumbs up, beaming. He tilted his head to the side, letting his teeth flash in Goto Ichiri's line of sight, and then encouraged him, "Besides, you're a guitar hero! A mere dark history is just something to talk about after you succeed!"

Yukino Yukinoshita frowned slightly, sighed softly, and couldn't bear to look at her.

Yukinoshita chimed in at the opportune moment, "That's right, that's right! Just talk about your embarrassing moments from your youth in the tone of a successful person, laugh it off, and you'll have 30,000 followers, you know!"

"Hey, hey... uh?"

Goto Ichiri chuckled vaguely twice, then suddenly felt everyone's gazes upon her, and belatedly realized what was happening.

"Guitar Hero, 30,000 fans?"

Nijika Ichichi hesitated and said, "Speaking of which, Pochi-chan's guitar and clothes... Pochi-chan is that guitar hero, right?"

As she spoke, Ichiji Nijika's tone became increasingly certain.

"Boqi, a guitar hero?" Yamada Ryo was slightly surprised. His socially awkward teammate in daily life, a guitar expert online?

"Thinking about it carefully, the technique and feel that led to Pochi's several extraordinary performances..." Yamada Ryo suddenly realized, "was it actually just normal performance?"

"Huh? Hey, are you two talking about the guitar imitation video of Bai Ying from the other day?"

Kita Ikuyo had already taken out her phone and subconsciously started searching for Guitar Hero's account.

"Ah, um, well, I mean..."

Goto Ichiri was gesticulating wildly, speaking incoherently, his mind a jumble of nonsense.

"Yes, yes, that's the account. Look at the latest video, there's even my comment below." The white figure leaned over and pointed, "This ID, 'Guitar Fan,' is mine."

Yukino Yukinoshita also leaned over: "Yeah, yeah, I'm the guitar genius."

Goto Ichiri froze again, his pupils dilated, and his brain began to tremble. When he saw Kita Ikuyo looking at him with curiosity, seemingly browsing the comments section...

What's in the comments section of my own account?

There was enthusiastic interaction with fans.

At first, she would just hide in the closet and chuckle at the compliments. Later, when faced with questions from fans, she would subconsciously pretend to be 'the popular Goto Ichiri'.

Do you have many friends in real life?

Yes, I am a "normie" (someone who thrives in a positive social environment).

I often sing karaoke with friends. I don't update because I'm very busy every day. I recently got a boyfriend, hahaha, life is so fulfilling... and so on.

"Gurgle—Don't look!!"

A mournful cry echoed through the izakaya.

It's commendable that Ichiri Goto has successfully forgotten her embarrassing past at the school's cultural festival.

……

……

Those who needed to go home on time and return to their dorms on time had already left. Those who attended the celebration party either lived alone, had time to slack off, or had their parents' permission. After the celebration party, Toyohama and Hana took the train back to Yokohama, west of Tokyo, while Chiba was in the east of Tokyo...

When we arrived, it was bustling with people, but when we left, only Bai Jun and I were left. Even the tram seemed tired, with only the two of us left in the entire carriage.

Yukino Yukinoshita sat in her seat, habitually keeping her legs together, resting her hands on her thighs, and looking at the glass on the train door.

The sound of the tram running on the tracks echoed in an orderly fashion, as if the deep night had been painted on the window, and a pale yellow moon could be vaguely seen.

Yukino Yukinoshita, who had originally intended to find something to talk about and chat, suddenly didn't feel like saying anything. After all, the person sitting next to her, no matter how quiet she was, was always setting the stage for the next lively conversation; she always had endless things to say, which could be annoying, embarrassing, or funny...

"The small boat, with its oars, carries me back home, pushing the night away on the waves. This sound awakens the moon, who, holding a grudge, hangs on the window, clinging to me relentlessly, until I return to the distant place of my dreams..."

The white figure sang softly in a low voice.

See? I knew it wouldn't stay quiet for long.