The social phobia substitute will not dream of the band girl

Social phobia substitute messenger will not dream of band girl guitar crocodile

Summary:

[Non-frustrating story + ordinary daily life + relaxed and humorous + multiple female protagonists and harem + happy ending]

It's just a peaceful daily routine, telling the story that heals him, me, and you.

There is no over-expansion, no decisive killing, no blood feud, there is only a story about a group of boys and girls. It is a story about their growth, maturity, and finally embracing happiness, that's all.

I'm not good at naming and introduction, please read the main text

May the world hear our voices!

Current progress: CC (end) → Higuchi Enka (Volume 91, Part 13, Chapter 55) + Hiroi Kikuri (Volume , Part ) → Second stage Higuchi Enka + all of Noctchill (Volume , Part ) + Ending band (the main plot starts at Volume , Part , Chapter , with more fragments in the beginning)

No communication group, only supplementary group, Penguin 916365572

Characters include Azure Files, Bon Bon, The Idolmaster Shining Colors, Lonely Rock, Leisurely Daily King, Danganronpa, etc. (I will add more when I think of the rest)

It's an everyday story that has some superpower elements but is a bit nonsensical and slow to warm up.

I'm not very good at the first volume. I suggest you just read the second chapter to get to know the characters. Jump to the index on the second volume to check the synopsis and watch it at your discretion.

Cover infringement please delete.

Time begins to flow on Volume 1

The initial setting of the world view is based on BanGDream and Lonely Rock.

In addition to several girl bands, there are also the C&C maid group and some other characters added to the Azure Files according to the plot needs and the author's "preferences". Please discover them on your own!

Non-plagiarism, plagiarism is a process rather than a result, plagiarism is a means rather than an end.

The main focus is on emotional drama, so accept it all if there is no objection, and it will definitely have a happy ending!

Regarding the character issues in this book

There may be many characters in this article, and the selection of characters is purely based on whoever the author thinks of.

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The reason why there are so many characters from completely different worldviews is: I excitedly wrote a lot of outlines before, and then felt that as a cloud player I couldn’t restore the characters well, so I wrote and deleted them.

Then I thought, why do I have to focus on letting the character blossom and gain a new position on the original stage? Can't I just build a brand new stage?!

At that moment I realized that this was my fate as a giraffe, and so these books came into being.

Due to minor differences in worldview and character design, this article will inevitably have OOC situations - that is, the performance of the characters will deviate from that in the original work.

Moreover, because the official settings of some characters are incomplete or incompatible, the author will also make appropriate rewrites.

Please think of these characters as "isotopes in another world" born and raised in this original world view - not as highly similar as ordinary "isotopes in a parallel world". Rather, they are similar in appearance, experience, abilities, etc., but may have absolute differences in some aspects.

PS: Although I think my secondary creation is very "gentle" compared to some other works, I still want to say something upfront.

The settings in this article are the standard for me. If you talk to me about the original settings, I will listen, but I can't guarantee that I will listen. After all, the greatest fun of secondary creation lies in exploring the possibilities of the characters. If they are exactly the same as the original, then what is the meaning of the protagonist and the value of secondary creation?

In addition to the problems with the basic settings, if you feel that there are loopholes, unreasonable places in the plot and character settings, or if you have any new ideas, please feel free to correct me. I am happy to learn and then improve.

I will probably conduct some activities from time to time such as "collecting names of extras", "collecting characters and plots you want to see", "collecting special episodes you want to see", etc. I am currently planning to set aside a special area at the end of the article, and I hope everyone will actively participate. I hope you will take care of me then.

Finally, I sincerely hope that I will be fortunate enough to receive your feedback and recognition. If possible, please send more comments and participate, and accompany this work to grow together.

Finally, I hope everyone can enjoy the happiness and touching moments brought by this book in a relaxed and happy manner.

The above, thank you for reading

June 2023

That is a confused dream that belongs only to confused people.

My consciousness was hazy, my body and mind were close to collapse, so everything seemed so unreal——

From beginning to end, from beginning to end.

On the night before school started, Ping Xin returned to the familiar old park. As an insignificant member of the vast army of time travelers, he had no system, no golden finger, and no grandfather in a ring. All he had were ordinary... well, not-so-ordinary parents and a lovely and capable sister. The warmth of family was more than enough for him, who had only the orphanage director as his companion in his previous life.

Everything is so ordinary, but also happy enough, just like his name "Ping Xin"_

He sat idly on a wooden park bench, familiarly at home. Under the silvery moonlight, he could vaguely see the stickers, now aging and on the verge of peeling. He vaguely remembered them as famous characters from back in the day, though he couldn't quite place them. This was once a gathering place for children, whether they were there after school, during holidays, or for meetings.

But as time passed and the economy developed, they had already grown up and no longer came here. Of course, there were newer and more interesting parks built nearby, but the biggest reason was people.

The kids back then have grown up after all, and when they go out with their friends, they prefer Ginza and Shibuya, which have bustling shopping streets. Even if they meet in person, there are more convenient tram stations nearby.

In the end, only "old folks" like him, whose mental age seriously contradicted their appearance, whose stubborn, nostalgic nature made them stop here from time to time. In the past, there were hardly any people here besides ordinary people, especially now, almost 11 o'clock. Children, office workers tired from a long day, and the elderly needing a rest and well-being were all out of sight. It was basically a place to relax and unwind, with only the dim streetlights as a flawless spot.

It's like a young boy recovering from his chuunibyou, a motivated young man taking a break from workplace anxiety in the bathroom, or a middle-aged office worker pausing in his car before heading home. Even the most gregarious people sometimes crave solitude, demonstrating the enduring appeal of quietness across time and space.

But today, this "private plot" where Ping Xin had left traces of his presence in every corner (?) welcomed an unexpected guest. I had thought it would be some new cats and dogs coming here to pay their respects, but unexpectedly, it was an unexpected visitor -

"What will happen on Mars..."

Standing under the dim street lights, Ping Xin pushed his air glasses with his middle finger and made a calm analysis.

Who is she talking to, me?

And... Mars? Don't most people say the moon? Should I answer? Should I be witty and say the little green man, or should I open the encyclopedia and shamelessly repeat myself?

Under the bright moonlight, only the back of the man could be seen, sitting on the top of the high climbing frame, shaking his legs.

Hey, hey, hey, isn't this dangerous?

Ping Xin didn't say anything, still just mentally reviewing the situation. Firstly, speaking suddenly and startling someone could have negative consequences—just like when he was startled by a stray cat that darted out from the side of the road and got a kick from some sheer luck. Secondly, well... to be honest, in his two lives, he'd always been a bit introverted, even socially anxious.

However, it would be better to ask her to come down——

After all, the moonlight provided only a modicum of illumination. If a careless cloud drifted by and obscured the moonlight, this place might become nothing less than a map of the underworld, a hellish hell, designed by Xiao Gao himself. But... even though this was supposed to be our first meeting, and we were exchanging incoherent words, I surprisingly couldn't find any dislike in him.

Seriously, what on earth could be on Mars?

The biggest difference between humans and animals lies in their ability to think, or in a sense, their imagination. But imagination has its limits; no matter how skilled a human being is, they can't imagine anything beyond their capacity for thought. So, what exactly is up there... Ping Xin was curious. It had been ages since he'd felt this vibrant. Most of the time, his thoughts were as dry and lifeless as his chronically ill body.

While pondering this question, which had no beginning or end and had popped up out of nowhere like a child's wild fantasy, Ping Xin looked towards the figure sitting at the top of the climbing frame. He approached it with the stealthy hand of a thief, one step, one step, two steps, like a devil... Although he had some friendships with the beautiful girls in the neighborhood due to his living environment, Ping Xin's style of doing things could be summed up in these few words:

In civil wars, I can fight one against five without losing; in foreign wars, I am good at stammering and using interjections.

Someone used to self-torture, after a round of self-deprecation, felt a bit calmer. But then he thought, "Could this be the early symptoms of M?" His mind faltered, his steps became unsteady, and he was discovered.

She turned around while sitting there, and behind her was the new moon, which was originally yellow but emitted a bright white light.

In Pingxin's dream, her face seemed blurry and unreal in the moonlight, like the vagueness of human memory. People often unconsciously embellish their memories, perhaps a biological instinct to make tiny "technical adjustments" to encourage the brain to secrete more "happiness hormones."

But...what kind of person could she be?

Dreams are generally divided into two types: one is a physiological phenomenon caused by the fact that the activity of the local cerebral cortex has not yet completely stopped during sleep, and it is a byproduct of sleep. The other is daydreaming, which is called fantasy or daydreaming.

The ancients believed that dreams always had a reason. Wang Fu once said, "Of all strange dreams, most have a purpose, while few are without a purpose." He believed that dreams always have a reason. The causes of dreams are known to be psychological and physiological, but even within these two known factors, humans still cannot explain the mechanisms that underlie dream formation.

In his previous life, during a gloomy childhood characterized by a lack of entertainment, Ping Xin also tried to build relationships with his classmates using a secondhand copy of "The Interpretation of Dreams by Zhou Gong" he bought at a used bookstall. However, the boys preferred palmistry and physiognomy as a pretext for "legitimate" contact with the opposite sex, while the girls preferred imported treasuries like tarot cards and astrology. Ultimately, all his efforts were in vain, and his "niche hobby" alienated him somewhat. However, this little knowledge ultimately became his nourishment.

When Ping Xin grew up, he also realized that his inner heart was different from that of ordinary people. In order to save money, he conducted a psychological analysis on himself in an attempt to heal himself. Among the works he read, of course, was Freud's "The Interpretation of Dreams".

In short: Whether it is from Western or Eastern works, things that appear in dreams do not come out of thin air.

The content of dreams is actually produced by the perception, memory, storage and other functions of the human nervous system, and contains people's subconscious desires and emotions.

In other words...could this person be my ideal type?

That's right, Ping Xin is an ordinary and vulgar person.

Having been a great magician in his previous life, he was finally reborn in the Eastern Kingdom, and at the age of 28, he naturally yearned for the legendary "rosy youth" that he had never experienced in his previous life. Perhaps it was simply the physical impulse brought on by hormones, perhaps it contained some regrets from his past life, or perhaps it was just a simple love at first sight, anyway -

It doesn’t matter what you do in your dreams, right?

"...Who knows."

If it were an ordinary person, he could just use data from textbooks and encyclopedias to fool her, but she wouldn't accept it, right? If it was someone he loved and wanted to be with for the rest of his life, perhaps they were someone with the same rationality as him, but with lingering deep emotions, or perhaps they were someone with passion and unrestrained enthusiasm, the complete opposite of him, but of course he couldn't treat them that way.

In the end, Ping Xin still chose to stick to his honest man's answer.

It would be nice if it was the moon, because Hiraishin loves the story of To the Moon. What kind of expression would she make if I shared it with her?

For some reason, Pingxin was looking forward to seeing her cry. It was like a childish elementary school boy bullying a girl he liked for attention, a pure, sincere, yet twisted emotion.

Looking up, she stood at the top of the climbing frame, arms outstretched to embrace the world. Or was it the neon-lit sky of Tokyo, the dark and desolate space, or even Mars?

I don’t know what she wants to do, I don’t know what she is thinking, but...that’s good, because it’s interesting, isn’t it?

Ping Xin had always admired those who, some like him, some different, and others considered "human," rushed relentlessly and resolutely towards their dreams. The vast majority, like Ikaros, fell, but a tiny fraction blossomed into a dazzling brilliance that dazzled and captivated him, while he stood by as a witness, watching all this with a cold eye.

Who is she, what kind of person is she, and what kind of light will she emit——

As holy as the moon goddess, looking down on everything in the world from above?

As mysterious as the goddess of night, waiting for the sun to rise in the long dark night?

As gorgeous as the goddess of beauty, capturing everyone's attention as the only focus on the stage?

But...it's really annoying.

He wanted to defeat her head-on, to destroy her with absolute violence, to watch her crawl on the ground, barely surviving, dragging her broken wings.

By then, will she be reborn from the ashes and reach a higher level, or will she fade away into obscurity?

Sometimes, people feel an inexplicable urge to destroy, but that's actually a sign of extreme love, a counter-signal sent by the brain to prevent you from developing excessive love for someone. Since ordinary people love many people and many things, it's only natural that they accumulate an equally strong desire to destroy.

But why is he standing there with such a sad and lonely expression? Isn't it impossible for people to ignore him?

For no reason, Pingxin felt a little angry.

Because he simply felt that person shouldn't and couldn't be alone, otherwise, like a balloon without a care in the world, they would soar into the sky and disappear from people's sight forever. They were probably the same kind... people who didn't fit in with society and other people. It was just that one was loved and admired, while he was loathed and rejected.

and so--

I want to catch her!

Catch her sitting alone on top of the climbing frame, looking up at the sky!

Dragging his weak body, Ping Xin began to climb.

The old park was somehow well-maintained, looking just like it did back then. Back then, he seemed to have had a hard time climbing up, but since kindergarteners could work together to reach the top, it was only natural that the 16-year-old could do it too.

If you weren't afraid of heights...

The memory of a family trip during elementary school, when his unscrupulous father held him in his arms and free-falling without an umbrella, still resonates in Pingxin's dreams, forcibly bringing his weary soul down to the same level as his body, leading one to wonder if it was Zhuangzi dreaming of a butterfly, or the butterfly dreaming of Zhuangzi. As for other aspects, such as his physical condition, he himself explained that it was merely an illness that had left him bedridden for several years, a minor difficulty.

So he began to climb, resolutely, between this question and answer -

"...Why am I here?"

"Who knows."

After all, this is our first meeting and I don't know anything about you.

"...What should I do next time, I?"

"...Who knows?"

Your future should be determined by you, and your possibilities are infinite!

"...Why do people always have to separate from each other, you ask?"

“Who… knows…?”

"...Why do you always stand by my side, you?"

"That's probably because we look alike. So...why don't you come and get to know me? My name is—Asuka Maheishin."

This time, Ping Xin did not choose to prevaricate, but gave a normal answer, naturally obeying his heart. As early as the first moment he left the warm darkness and saw the light again, he decided -

In this life, you must live happily, freely, and be clear about your own intentions and be true to your conscience.

Even though he was still using his index finger to curl his bangs, which had grown long enough to cover his eyes, his eyes, which had nowhere to rest, were darting around her like some kind of bizarre human figure-drawing performance art, it was still a bit...