Celebrity ex-girlfriend got revenge on me

Chapter 549 Such a Familiar Name
Like the fading notes of a harp string in the air, like the outline of a snowman melting away in the sunlight, like a drowning person gradually losing sensation in their body.

"The pure white snow that has accumulated in this city"

Memories are lightly sketched in our hearts.

As if bound tightly by notes drifting from all directions, his sense of body was stripped away like scattered snowflakes. Kitahara Kento's consciousness was hazy, and everything before his eyes became a swaying double image.

Takanashi Seifu's voice flowed from the center of the stage. Her singing was like a dusty photo album slowly unfolding. In an instant, photos fluttered like snowflakes—the club activity room where I first met her, her every move during the band competition, and the fireworks banquet in Sapporo Shiroi Koibito Park.

"From this day forward, I want to be with you forever."

"Hey, the one-minute countdown has long since passed."

Amamiya Masahiro looked at Kitahara with a complicated expression and took the initiative to remind him that he had already exceeded the time limit.

She was mentally prepared and openly expressed her true psychological needs.
Although saying it aloud would be practically a confession, given how things have developed, if she continues to back down, it would be like those TV drama plots that Qin Yin had warned her about—always waiting for the other person to make the first move, only to have her love stolen away in the end. Indecisive girls will never get the protagonist to turn back.

Amamiya Masahiro rolled her eyes but remained cautious and silent, her eyes fixed on Kitahara Kento, who was looking elsewhere.

As she expressed her resentment one last time, she muttered in a barely audible whisper, "This time it's me again, can't you take the initiative just this once?"

"Hey, I'm not asking about that guy anymore, you don't have to play dumb anymore." Amamiya Masahiro reached out and tugged at Kitahara Kento's sleeve, whispering, "My true feelings? I'm not sure, but it's probably—" Her words trailed off as Amamiya Masahiro was startled to find her hand seemingly turning into a phantom, passing through Kitahara Kento's arm. Kitahara Kento, whose eyes were fixed elsewhere, remained dazed, seemingly not having heard her.

Like being struck by lightning, Amamiya Masahiro's body remained frozen as she reached out to pull Kitahara Kento, her long eyelashes trembling incessantly.

"Can you hear me?"

Slowly, her voice began to tremble.

".Hello."

"Hey"

The outro of "Yuki no Hana" faded away like the receding tide. Under the increasingly trembling gaze of Amamiya Masahiro, Kitahara Kento slowly came to his senses, his expression slightly blank as he looked around.

Can you see me?

Amamiya Masahiro stood beside him, but Kitahara Kento didn't react to her voice. He was stunned for a moment, then his gaze fell on the spotlighted stage outside the black curtain. There, Takanashi Seifu was bowing deeply to the audience, then straightened up and turned to look at Kitahara Kento, who was looking over at her, with a shy smile.

Takanashi Seifu took a small, subtle deep breath, lifted her foot, and jogged toward Kitahara Kento in the world of the black curtain. Halfway there, she suddenly felt embarrassed and slowed down, walking shyly toward him.

Upon reaching Kitahara Kento, Takanashi Seifu parted her lips slightly and said, "Don't forget—" Before she could finish, she paused, regretting, "No! Saying it so many times would be too obvious!"

She quickly corrected herself, her bright red ear tips peeking out from her hair, and said in a shy tone, "See you in a bit, Kitahara-kun."

Everything happened in a matter of seconds. Amamiya Masahiro watched in stunned silence, her chest feeling like it was being choked, and her eyes welling up with tears. The cold, aloof demeanor she had always maintained was shattered by lightning in that instant. Panic, helplessness, trembling, fear.

She watched in panic as Kitahara Kento saw Takanashi Seifu off, then looked at the brightly lit stage, his brows furrowed deeply, lost in thought.

Just then, the lazy voice of Minister Sugawara rang in Kitahara Kento's wireless earpiece.

"Kitahara, everything's done. Now all that's missing is you going on stage to give the anniversary celebration a great ending." Minister Sugawara paused for a moment, then joked, "It's being streamed live online, so remember to look your best."

Kitahara Kento frowned, paused for two seconds, and replied, "I have a feeling that we're missing a segment."

Tears welled in Amamiya Masahiro's eyes, and she gasped for breath. In an instant, she turned to look behind the curtain opposite her, where an electric piano stood.

There was a moment of silence in the wireless headset, then a surprised reply came: "One is missing? I don't think so. Never mind where I put the program schedule."

Kitahara Kento remained silent, his brows furrowed in a deep frown.

After a few seconds, he suddenly said, "Behind the curtain opposite me, there's an electric piano. Has anyone used it tonight?"

With tears welling up in her eyes, Amamiya Masahiro quickly stepped forward, clinging tightly to Kitahara Kento's arm, her body pressed close together, trying to let him feel her warmth and presence. It was the electric piano prepared for her; the missing piece was "Moonlight Sonata," which she was to play.

There was silence again for a few seconds in the wireless headset.

"The electric piano seems to have been unused for a long time. Could it be a mistake by the logistics team?"

Kitahara Kento did not answer, but looked around again.

“Minister, I have a feeling that I’ve forgotten something. Something that is really, really important to me,” Kitahara Kento murmured.

Hearing Kitahara Kento say this, the voice in the wireless headset finally dropped its lazy tone and became serious. "Could it be that we really forgot something? Although I really can't remember where we missed anything, Kitahara, I have 100% trust in your memory and your brain."

"However, time is running out, Kitahara. The students, teachers, and school leaders outside are all waiting for you. It's a live broadcast right now, and there are probably tens of thousands of people watching. I'm not exaggerating at all."

The moment Minister Sugawara finished speaking, Kento Kitahara immediately noticed something strange and asked, "Why are there tens of thousands of people watching the live stream?"

"what?"

"I was wondering why tens of thousands of people watched the live stream of Fenggao's anniversary celebration."

"Yeah, why would tens of thousands of people watch our school's anniversary live stream?" came a muttered question of disbelief from the other end of the wireless headset.

"It's me, it's me."

Unable to hold back her tears any longer, Amamiya Masaki's arms, now appearing as phantoms, clung tightly to Kitahara's arm, trying to wake him.

"Maybe I misspoke." The voice in the wireless headset became lazy again: "Kitahara, when are you planning to go up? Everyone is waiting for you on the live stream."

“Give me a little time, just a little,” Kitahara Kento murmured in reply.

No more sound came from the radio headset.

"Look at your palms!" Amamiya Masahiro couldn't help but rush towards Kitahara, choking back tears. But she could only watch as her transparent arms passed through his body.

"You still have my name written on your palm." Amamiya Masahiro, tears streaming down her face, kept trying to remind him across what seemed like an insurmountable chasm.

Kitahara Kento drifted into a dazed recollection, unmoved.

As the audience's surprised conversations grew louder and louder outside the curtain, they began to exchange words of curiosity as they wondered what had happened.

"Kitahara-kun."

Kitahara Kento quickly came to his senses and looked over at the sound.

Backstage, Takanashi Seika crossed her arms and looked at him with a worried expression. Beside her, the blonde girl looked at him with surprise.

"Are you alright, Kitahara-kun?" Takanashi Seifu asked worriedly.

"What's wrong?" Mayu Kashiwagi asked.

Kitahara Kento shook his head at them, looked away, took a deep breath, and stepped out of the world behind the curtain, vigorously rubbing his forehead as he did so.

"What exactly have I forgotten?"

Kitahara Kento's arm passed through Amamiya Masaki's illusory arms.

Amamiya Masahiro subconsciously raised her hand, wanting to put her arm around his shoulder, but even when her tears fell and dripped onto the ground, they left no trace.

She hurriedly followed Kitahara Kento to the center of the stage, standing with him in front of everyone in the audience. Just like Kitahara Kento, no one had noticed her at all, neither had Takanashi Seika nor the blonde girl.

Faced with all this, Amamiya Masahiro felt utterly hopeless. She had a strong premonition that if today passed like this, she would cease to exist, and Kitahara Kento would never remember her again.

Kitahara Kento put down his hand that was rubbing his forehead and raised the microphone.

"Thank you for everything just now—"

Kitahara Kento paused, staring blankly at the palm that landed in front of him.

There are four Chinese characters written on the palm of his hand.

“Rain, Palace, Elegance, Hiiragi,” he murmured, his expression blank.

The microphone at his lips clearly carried those four words to every corner of the stadium and to the ears of everyone outside the live broadcast camera.

Amamiya Masahiro turned to look at Kitahara Kento's stunned face. Everyone in the audience also turned to look at Kitahara with curiosity.

Kitahara Kento slowly put down the microphone, gazing absently at the name on his palm.

"Amamiya Masaki, who is she?"

"Amamiya Masahiro. That name sounds so familiar."