The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 66: The Adventures of Ah Jian (7)

"Good singing, good singing!"

"Qiqi is the best~"

"Make your movements bigger and with a wider range of motion."

"You are so listless, do you really want to be an idol?"

The bunch of young people who were making a fuss were still just watching the fun, not listening to the singing at all. The chaotic beat made the little idol's singing go out of tune. The more he sang, the less confident he became. He could only continue singing, wanting to finish the whole song, with tears welling up in his eyes.

"I've decided!" Ken was really angry. He looked at Inuyama Heita seriously and said, "I'm going to use my last wish!"

Inuyama Heita took a step back and said, "Well... I'm not good at fighting."

"No, it's not." Ken approached Inuyama Heita and whispered in his ear. Inuyama Heita's expression gradually became strange. He looked at Ken and asked, "Is this your last wish?"

"Yes, I'm serious!" Ken bowed 90 degrees: "Inuyama, please!"

Inuyama Heita hesitated for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Okay..."

After saying that, Inuyama Heita and Ken left the underground passage.

After a while, the little idol's voice was a little choked, but she was still playing the guitar and singing. The young people who were cheering didn't notice at all and were still shouting there. They even took out their mobile phones to take pictures of the little idol's embarrassing appearance, shouting that they would post them on the Internet, under the pretext of increasing her popularity.

"Get out of the way." At this time, a cold voice came from behind the group of young people.

"Huh? Who is that?" The young men turned around one after another, wanting to see who was provoking them, but when they saw who was coming, they were stunned.

It wasn't that the visitor looked too fierce, or like a strong man eight feet tall with an eight-foot waist, but that he was dressed too strangely.

The man was wearing a student uniform and a mask that covered the lower half of his face, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed. He wore a white headband with "Qi Qi (love) life" written on it and held two glow sticks in his hands, like a general about to go to the battlefield holding his weapons. Although he was not an eight-foot-tall man, the young people in society felt like a gust of strong wind blowing in their faces, and felt that he was imposing and not simple.

"Who are you?" the young man asked curiously.

"Me?" The visitor pointed at the little idol with a glow stick and said, "I'm here to support you!"

The young idol had stopped singing a long time ago, looking a little overwhelmed, while the young people looked at each other, and the scene was quiet for a while.

"Your Highness, come on, please start singing again." The person who came was full of fighting spirit, with the glow stick in his hand ready to start waving at any time.

The little idol didn't know what was going on, but she hurriedly started playing the guitar, turned on the accompaniment, and started singing.

"No, what are you here for?" The young people were a little confused.

The man ignored them and slowly raised the glow stick in his hand, solemnly, as the little idol sang, and then waved it to the rhythm.

"Is he crazy?" The young men took a step back, obviously not wanting to have anything to do with this guy with strange behavior.

When the idol sang the chorus, as soon as he finished a line, the man took a strange pose and waved vigorously. Whenever the idol took a breath, he would accurately shout out: "Hey!"

"I am an idol from the night sky~"

"Hey!" "The stars of love are blooming~"

"Hey!"

"You and I are destined to meet, and everything must be perfect in our love!"

"Hey! Hey! Hey hey hey hey!"

The mysterious fan's movements almost perfectly matched the little idol's song. He shouted slogans to the beat of the song with exaggerated movements. Although the cheering dance he performed lacked any aesthetic appeal and was even too funny, the strong and serious sense of rhythm gradually infected the little idol, allowing her to slowly get into the state and immerse herself in the performance.

There was only one person below, but the aura made her feel like she was facing countless fans waving glow sticks and adoring her, and the surroundings were no longer a busy underground passage, but a martial arts hall where flash lights were twinkling like stars.

The two seemed to have entered into a wonderful state of harmony between man and nature. They were no longer concerned about the eyes of others, but instead devoted themselves to doing their best in their performance. At this moment, they sang and performed together, like a perfect team.

"Tsk, what the hell... let's go." The leading youth looked at the mysterious fan with disdain and a disgusted expression: "No, this guy's actions are too shameful! Just staying here can smell the strong odor of the house!"

The others felt the same way, the awkward dance that man was doing made them feel uncomfortable all over, and it was so awkward just watching him that they didn't want to be around him at all, in case others thought they were in a relationship.

In addition to them, other pedestrians passing through the underground passage also looked at the two with strange eyes and hurried past. But the two were not affected at all, and continued to sing their own songs as if they were the only ones left in the world.

"I am an idol from the night sky~"

"The starlight of love~"

"You and I are destined to meet, and everything must be perfect in our love!"

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!"

After the song ended, the little idol was still immersed in the afterglow of the performance. She felt that this might be her best and most wonderful performance. Although she only had a guitar in her hand, a small speaker beside her, and the stage she was on was a simple underground passage, she had the best audience. Even after many years, whether she became famous or not, she felt that she would still remember this performance.

"Thank you! Thank you!" The little idol bowed deeply to his fans, tears falling like pearls.

"Well, please shake my hand," the fan said, holding out his hands.

The little idol raised her head, tears had smudged her makeup, making her look a little embarrassed, but she still saw the other person's eyes without a trace of evil thoughts, only seriousness. So she stretched out her hand, and was held tightly in the hand of the fan.

"Idols," the fan said, "are the bright stars in the sky that can bring hope and guidance to people. They are the power that can inspire people. I have been inspired by this power, which allowed me to ignore other people's eyes and bravely walk on the street to find my own happiness. Now, I want to convey this power to you. No matter how dirty the darkness hidden under the idol's path is, please use this power to illuminate the way forward."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man turned and left without any regrets.

"Thank you!" Looking at the man's back, the little idol shouted loudly: "I will remember it! Excuse me, what is your name?"

The man stopped, smiled, and said, "An idol cannot have too deep a connection with a certain fan. My name is not worth mentioning, but if you must ask, my name is..."

"——Warrior of Love."

Inuyama Heita's restricted area +1.

(End of this chapter)