Does gravity make me stronger?

"Hey, Liang, you need to consider the atmosphere! The atmosphere!"

Nijika is exhausted. Her friend is sometimes so clueless. Doesn't she see how troubled Hachiman is right now?

Hachiman was also having a bit of a headache. He hadn't expected that even after saying those things, he still couldn't completely dispel the idea of ​​inviting them.

"I'm sorry, my family isn't well-off, and I have to work until very late every day, so I don't have time to play in a band."

This is Hachiman's unique escape route: the poverty escape!

"so..."

Seeing the troubled look on Nijika's face, Hachiman knew that he had achieved his goal.

An angel like Hongxia would never force someone to join a band, let alone create a persona of being poor and destitute for herself.

No, this isn't a persona at all!

However, to Hachiman's surprise, the taciturn Goto Ichiri suddenly stepped forward.

This was a career-risking flash forward.

"Um... I wanted to say something..."

"what happened?"

Hachiman glanced over indifferently.

Goto Ichiri's overly long bangs obscured her facial expression, but her nervousness still emanated from her trembling voice.

"Even if I never see the guitar hero perform on stage again, I don't think it's a big deal, because you will always be my hero."

Goto Ichiri gritted his teeth as he said this, his face turning completely red.

All eyes were on her.

Goto Ichiri shook his head hastily, then quickly explained, "These are comments I saw in a Guitar Hero video..."

"However, I think that line is really cool... Hachiman, um... it's okay if you don't join the band, but at least... at least I hope you'll keep an eye on us!"

[It's a boomerang, a really fast boomerang!]

Too much talk!

Hachiman knew, of course, that these were the words he had just sent to Goto Ichiri, but he never expected that the other party would return them to him in this way.

For a moment, Hachiman found himself unable to find an excuse to refuse the other party.

If it's just for looking, that's not a bad idea, is it?

"Oh, by the way, where does Hachiman work part-time?"

As if she had thought of something, Hongxia tapped her palm.

"Actually, this is my sister's performance hall. We're currently short of people to clean up the mess. The hourly wage should be pretty good. Oh, right, I'll go call my sister over."

Hongxia ran away quickly, then ran back just as fast, bringing her sister with her.

"What is it, Hongxia?"

Somewhat confused, Ichika complained impatiently.

"The master is very busy."

"Hey, sister, is the shop short a few servers?"

"Oh, really? Are you going to work for your sister for free?"

"Nah."

"By the way, who is that person over there, and what is their relationship with Hongxia?"

Hey, what kind of rich dog is this?

They even opened a performance hall.

On another note, could you take care of me?

Stared at by Ijichi Seika with a scrutinizing gaze, Hachiman gave up the idea of ​​being kept and unconsciously straightened his hunched back.

"Um, hello, I'm Hachiman Hikigaya, and Ijichi-san is... a stranger?"

"Hey!"

Hongxia puffed out her cheeks, looking like a cute little hamster.

"Sister, he's the keyboardist I was just telling you about."

"So that's the keyboardist who ran away. Speaking of which, Hongxia, you really are popular with people who run away."

"Sister, I'm going to get angry if you say that again."

"I understand. So... young man, are you going to work at our performance hall?"

"Um... could I ask about the working hours and salary first?"

Although he didn't think the salary at the Starry Night Concert Hall would be higher than that at the customer service company, Hachiman still asked anyway.

"Working hours are usually from 4:30 pm to around 7 pm, or from 6:30 pm to 9 pm, depending on the day's schedule. The hourly wage is approximately this amount."

Ijichi Seika tapped a few times on her phone and gave a number that Hachiman could hardly imagine.

Holy crap, isn't this a hundred times better than being a customer service representative?

Not only is the salary better than over there, but there are also free performances to watch—a huge win!

[Aren't you going to bring your talent to the Starlight Performance Hall, and instead spend your whole life as a lowly customer service representative?]

No, being a customer service representative is not a good job at all.

Hachiman thought to himself.

Admittedly, being a customer service representative doesn't require face-to-face interaction with real people, but the pressure can still be quite high.

I get yelled at by clients every now and then, and sometimes even get verbally abused by my manager. It's pretty unpleasant.

But humans are inherently lazy. Once we get used to doing something, we're always reluctant to switch to something else.

Even if what you do might not be very good.

Hachiman silently swallowed, his mind racing.

Chapter 17 017 I, Hachiman, have a dream

"so?"

"Um, could you give me a few days to think about it?"

"No problem, get back to me by next Wednesday."

"it is good."

After finishing their work-related discussion, Ichiji Hoshika went off to attend to other matters.

"Hachiman, don't be fooled by my cold exterior. I'm actually a very kind person."

Perhaps fearing that Hachiman would be frightened by Ijichi Seika's cold tone, Nijika came up to explain.

Hachiman was naturally well aware of this.

If the conditions offered by Ichiji Hoshika are true, it means that they genuinely treat their employees as human beings, unlike other unscrupulous companies that treat women like men and men like dogs.

Is it really better to work at Starry Sky?

But I feel like this will be a lot of trouble in the future.

Hachiman regretted lying about becoming a keyboard warrior earlier; this back and forth had caused a lot of problems.

"Anyway, let me think about it first."

"No problem. By the way, we're going to have a commemorative party for the band's performance and a welcome party for Pochi-chan. Hachiman-kun, would you like to come along?"

"Sorry, I have something to do this afternoon."

"Okay, let's add each other on Line. You can contact me if you need anything."

"Me too!" Yamada Ryoya took out his phone.

"Me too."

Goto Ichiri, standing to the side, looked at Hachiman with embarrassment, then looked down at the ground.

Hey, don't look at me like that, it makes me feel embarrassed.

Ultimately, thanks to Hongxia's help, the group successfully exchanged Line contacts.

...

Having returned home, Nagasaki Motoyo threw her tired body onto the soft bed and then covered her head with the blanket.

What did she just do?

Did they just leave Hachiman Hikigaya in the performance hall after a single disagreement?

No, it's all his fault for saying that.

Nagasaki Motoyo's nightmare began to resurface. She thought of that rainy day, the few people confronting each other in the recording studio, and Crychic on the verge of collapse.

Scenes began to play before my eyes like a slideshow.

"Stop!"

Nagasaki Motoyo slammed it down hard.

The high-quality mattress absorbed most of the impact without making much noise.

However, the wounds in Nagasaki Motoyo's heart were not so easily healed.

In this way, the connection with Hachiman Hikigaya can be considered severed.

Even Nagasaki Motoyo lacked the confidence to rebuild her relationship with Hikigaya Hachiman. To be honest, she never thought she could become partners with that awkward guy.

It was all for Xiangzi, and for Crychic.

That's right, as long as you have Crychic, there's nothing to be afraid of.

Encouraging herself in this way, Nagasaki Motoyo gradually calmed down.

She opened her phone, and her photo album contained many intimate photos of the Crychic members, from their first ensemble performance to their first show, from their first group outing to the last performance before their final show.

Motoyo Nagasaki cherished all of this more than anyone else, and therefore, she wanted to salvage it more than anyone else.

"Xiangzi, I will save Crychic..."

...

After yesterday's commotion, Hachiman's life has returned to normal.

Before deciding whether to work at Starry Sky, Hachiman decided to visit the company again today to experience its excellent working environment and friendly colleagues.

Forgive me, this is the last time.

Look how happy you are! You're even making handing in your resignation and running away sound so touching?

What? Who said I was going to resign? It's not decided yet!

What did you write last night while staying up all night?

Oh, this.

When Hachiman entered the classroom, the noisy chatter inside made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Not knowing what was happening, he naturally looked at the blackboard and then froze on the spot.

The blackboard had several large characters written on it: "Workplace Internship. Each person should write a workplace internship plan of about 200 words and submit it before the end of the school day."

[It's just going to the company to get a stamp and a certificate, why are you so nervous, host?]

I think you don't understand at all.

What do you know?

Workplace internships are not so simple for high school students.

Hachiman silently explained to himself.

Internships in different places often reflect your family background, which indirectly affects your status in the class.

For example, students who go on internships at large companies are generally from families with higher social status.