In the music series, the male protagonist writes a self-help manual for the inner world

Let's go upstairs and listen to Ave Mujica's new score.

The band Ave Mujica was originally part of his plan, because if Ave Mujica became popular, he could use the band's musical resources to make the band and Goto Ichiri famous.

Although the final popularity of the band End and Ichiri Goto depends on the results of their own performances, Chen Xinghua wants to use the resources of the future popular band AveMujica to at least allow the band End and Ichiri Goto to fill their stomachs with music, so that they don't have to rely on part-time jobs to earn the performance to pay for the next performance.

"Recently, a band suddenly became popular before their concert."

Goto Ichiri looked relaxed and picked up a random topic.

"It seems to be called something like Av…E Mu…Ica?"

Due to his poor English and Latin skills, Ichiri Goto couldn't pronounce the full name of the AveMujica band.

(It’s Ave Mujica.)

"Goto Ichiri" reminded Goto Ichiri in his heart.

Because she did not see the formation of the Ave Mujica band in another world line, "Goto Ichiri" is particularly concerned about this band that has never appeared in her world line.

(Speaking of how this band was formed, I remember before I came here, Mikado Hatsuka was still playing idols with Junta Mana in her group Sumimi.)

(Some people even call them a lifelong idol group. But why in this world, is this lifelong idol group broken up so quickly?)

(I suddenly wonder what Junda Mana in this world would think. The idol group I worked with for so many years actually went to AveMujica and formed a band with other members.)

"Goto Ichiri" suddenly became curious.

Chen Xinghua listened silently to Goto Ichiri's words, without a single flaw showing on his calm face.

He had already prepared to finish talking about Ave Mujica in front of the members of the band and the members of Deng's unnamed band.

Given the huge amount of publicity and promotion efforts put into Triangle Chuhua by the agency behind them, and Triangle Chuhua's own fame, it would be strange if they didn't know the band AveMujica.

180

Chapter 180 "Goto Ichiri" is disappointed with his achievements.

“Although it’s a band like the Ending Band, A…Ve Mujica is a rare type of music that combines jazz and classical music.”

As soon as the topic of his expertise was brought up, Goto Ichiri became quite talkative.

Leaning his whole body on the sofa, Goto Ichiri remembered his bold action just now. He turned his head to the side, not daring to let his gaze meet Chen Xinghua's black eyes.

(I...you, forget it. I thought you were brave enough...sigh.)

Feeling Goto Ichiri's actions, "Goto Ichiri" couldn't help but sigh.

"Hmm! Could you please stop talking?"

Goto Ichiri said to his other self in his heart with some self-abandonment.

"And the performance level is surprisingly high. They're not some internet celebrity band riding on the hype."

Goto Ichiri rested his hand on his cheek, recalling the AveMujica concert he had just watched from the live broadcast on the Internet.

It has to be said that thanks to the Goto family's extremely expensive audio equipment, the level of the concert that Goto Ichiri felt just now was only slightly worse than listening to it in person.

"Especially the pianist. His level is totally not on the same level as the other members of the group."

But she was very curious about one thing: why the pianist always exuded a very familiar feeling, as if the pianist was someone she was very familiar with.

But is it possible for a socially anxious Goto Ichiri to know that kind of super-popular person? Goto Ichiri quickly rejected his idea.

That was a super-charged performance to hold a band's first concert in such a grand live venue. Goto Ichiri's eyes flashed with the scale of the live venue she had just seen in the live broadcast.

From the perspective of the rooftop camera, the audience looked like a densely packed group of ants, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The most eye-catching thing in this vast space is AveMujica, which looks so dazzling under the stage lights.

If only she could hold such a big concert... Goto Ichiri suddenly laughed, she seemed to have imagined her future of becoming a super famous celebrity on campus after holding a grand concert.

By that time, she would probably gain a lot of super fans just by strolling around the campus.

"Goto Ichiri, I'm your biggest fan, please give me an autograph, I'll do anything for you."

In Goto Ichiri's imagination, the fan girl with the same pink hair as Goto Ichiri bent down, lowered her head, and handed Goto Ichiri her pen and paper.

"No, no, I'm not famous at all."

Goto Ichiri put his hand on the back of his head and signed his fan girl with a wry smile, the personalized rock signature that he had designed for twenty-six hours and practiced for six days.

After this, perhaps a music journalist would come interview her. What would she say then? How about saying that from the moment she was born, the nurse who held her knew she was a genius destined to revolutionize the rock world? A little drool escaped Goto Ichiri's lips as he daydreamed.

After taking a look at Goto Ichiri who seemed to be having another attack, Chen Xinghua sighed softly and rubbed his aching neck.

(Pochi-chan is having another attack, wake up.)

"Goto Ichiri" was speechless. Was his past self such a speechless person?

(How can this be enough for a genius destined to revolutionize the rock world!)

But she felt that Wu Yu's direction seemed a little different from that of normal people.

(I, the guitar hero, can't find a super guitar genius who can surpass my guitar playing skills even if I count five hundred years forward or five hundred years backward.)

'You are so narcissistic.'

Goto Ichiri suddenly came to her senses. She felt that she could not live up to the level of Goto Ichiri's narcissistic words just now.

(You, Pochi-chan.)

Hmm... Goto Ichiri, who had just escaped from his fantasy, felt a warmth coming from his head.

She looked up and saw a hand stroking her long pink hair.

"Want to be on that stage with everyone in the End Band?"

Chen Xinghua's voice came from the side of Goto Ichiri.

"Of course I do."

Goto Ichiri answered without hesitation.

"Then work hard."

Chen Xinghua withdrew his hand from Goto Ichiri's head, who was reluctant to leave, and a smile appeared on the corner of his tired mouth again.

"To reach a stage like that, hard work, talent, and coordination are essential."

Chen Xinghua reached out and adjusted the square hair accessory that was pinned on Goto Ichiri's long pink hair.

"But I believe my classmate Yili has all these qualities. All she lacks is a little time and confidence."

Goto Ichiri stared blankly at the face of his childhood sweetheart.

(Your childhood sweetheart has good taste.)

"Ah."

Blinking, Goto Ichiri nodded and agreed.

She will definitely become the world-famous rock star that Chen Xinghua wants her to be.

"It's getting late, time to go to bed."

Chen Xinghua looked down at the time on his phone screen.

"One more mile..."

His eyes accidentally caught sight of Goto Ichiri's toes.

"Your slippers are about to fall off."

As the girl's little feet swayed up and down excitedly, the slippers that were hanging on her toes with difficulty were shaking up and down, doing irregular Brownian motion, as if they would fly out and hit some unlucky target in the next second as the girl swayed.

"What……"

Goto Ichiri was startled and quickly pulled her foot back, but her hasty action caused the slippers on her feet to fall off, revealing her little feet swaying up and down.

Due to lack of exercise in the past few years, Goto Ichiri's feet were so white and tender that they were somewhat unhealthy, as if if you reached out and pinched her feet, you would pinch them and leave dents.

With a sigh, Chen Xinghua stood up from the sofa, walked across the carpet, bent down, and reached out to take Goto Ichiri's cute bear slippers from the counter under the TV.

Chen Xinghua placed the cute bear slippers at Goto Ichiri's feet, and the back of his palm accidentally rubbed Goto Ichiri's feet.

At this moment, Goto Ichiri's cheeks seemed to turn red because he threw his slippers away.

Looking at Goto Ichiri's slightly red cheeks, Chen Xinghua thought it was very cute and couldn't help it. He gently reached out and pinched her cheek.

"Go to bed early and don't stay up late. It's bad for your health."

Goto Ichiri said dazedly, "Okay."

(Shouldn't you be more proactive, Pochi-chan?)

"Goto Ichiri" is very disappointed with his achievements.

181

Chapter 181 Mr. Xinghua, would you like some water?

In the evening, the scorching sun, which was about to fall from the sky, still indiscriminately inflicted real magical damage through the skin on people walking on the street.

Chen Xinghua lowered his head and pressed down the baseball cap on his head.

...This weather is really too hot.

And this air conditioner, why did it break down this afternoon? Chen Xinghua looked at the air conditioner in the practice room with dissatisfaction, blaming it in his heart for its incompetence.

"The results of today's practice were very good. The new songs have already reached the level of the performances at the last concert."

"It won't be long before we can have our next concert."

Toyokawa Shoko stood behind Chen Xinghua, holding the thin coat he had just taken off because of the heat.

If the air conditioner in the practice room hadn't broken down, this jacket might still be on Chen Xinghua. But now, this jacket, soaked with Chen Xinghua's sweat, has temporarily fallen into the hands of Toyokawa Shoko.

Sniffing her nose, Shoko Toyokawa suddenly discovered that the coat had a strong smell of sweat.

So she subconsciously moved the coat in her hand closer to her nose.

Our Miss Hachiman Kailing may have noticed Miss Toyokawa Shoko's subconscious behavior, but she now puts all her energy into the bass comrade in her hand.

After all, she was just a Bess mercenary, taking money and doing work for others.

As for the complicated emotional affairs in the employer's family, does it have much to do with her?

Anyway, this country does not prohibit high school boys and girls from dating.

Instead of focusing on this gossip, it would be better to pay more attention to the band of Tatsuki Shiina, who sits at the table in front of her.

...Just do your job well.

Gossip is not what mercenaries do.

"Captain, can you please, I mean, lighten the pressure a little bit..."

Ms. Yutenji Wakamugi, whose clothes and black stockings on her legs were soaked with sweat, was so focused on mustering up the courage to launch a desperate charge at the captain of AveMujica that she was completely unaware of Ms. Toyokawa Shoko's little movements.

"My dear Miao Meng, I should have said that the more flamboyant the drumming is, the more attention it will attract."

Chen Xinghua has grasped the core pain point of Miss Yutenji Ruomai and is determined to squeeze out all the value of this drum player!

"A drummer's presence is already less than his own drums. If he doesn't do something else, he'll be in trouble."

Chen Xinghua tilted his head, his tone full of temptation, "My dear Miao Meng, as a video anchor, you should know the fate of anchors who don't live up to expectations."

You will fall into hell. Yutenji Wakamugi recalled the fate of his failed colleagues.

Competition in the livestreaming industry is as fierce as, if not more so than, that of the band industry. The few who succeed always stand on the wreckage of tens of thousands who fail.

If she can't make any money, she might really have to go to Hokkaido to grow potatoes.

"And Meow Meng, you should have received your share of the concert revenue a few days ago."

Chen Xinghua said calmly, "Are you sure you can find a better job than this one out there?"

Recalling the balance on his card, Yutenji Wakamu immediately lost the courage to go against Chen Xinghua.

If possible, she also wanted to say to Chen Xinghua proudly, "I don't need your money, but you are not a human being who can play this drum."

Miss Yutenji Wakamugi's body, trembling from excessive practice, and the black stockings on her legs, which were stuck to her legs by a mixture of sweat and the salt left over from the evaporated sweat, all agreed with her idea.

But Miss Yutenji Wakami is already a mature big cat, so she knows the importance of money.