Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 51. "Doujin Exhibition, Barber Shop, and Music Shop"

"Thank you, Teacher Longshenyuan..."

At the "Meiyu Festival" event venue, gamers holding brochures lined up in front of Mami in order to get her autograph, and voices of gratitude echoed one after another.

According to the process, each person actually has about one minute to interact and chat with the teacher from Longshenyuan.

However, these boys, who were dressed in the same attire, also behaved in a surprisingly consistent manner: "Hello, teacher," showing posters and brochures, "Thank you, teacher," just like mass-produced robots following an orderly routine.

There were a few rare female players who showed some courage and spoke quietly to Mami.

It turns out that there are also female players who play games of this type.

Youyouko seemed to be mistaken for a cosplayer, and there was a constant line of people lining up to take photos with her, which made the girl a little overwhelmed. She had no choice but to keep a stiff expression and a cold demeanor, exactly the same as the heroine on the poster.

Hanekawa Kaizuki pulled a folding chair and sat in the corner, eating bread while playing with her cell phone silently.

Masumi was wandering around the venue.

The entire venue was not large, after all, it was just an exhibition for niche games. After he walked around the venue and returned to Mami, the signing event was almost over.

"You said you were drawing, is this what you were talking about?"

"Yeah." Mami sipped her mineral water through a straw. "It's mainly commissioned work, and publishing doujinshi with the club. The magazine hasn't been able to approve my manuscripts, but I can't just put my art aside."

"This club was actually founded by a senior I met at the technical school."

Masumi remembered the BL doujinshi that Yuyuko left in the store.

“Is the content of doujinshi healthy?”

"Guess." She had a mischievous smile on her lips.

After the event, the group had lunch at a cafe called "EIKOKUYA" on the sixth floor of the department store.

All four of us ordered curry rice, which cost 1000 yen. The taste was just average: the spicy flavor of the curry and the flavors of the various ingredients mixed together to form an overwhelming delicious taste that gradually filled our stomachs.

In a sense, curry and potatoes are indeed perfect partners. Both are ingredients that taste good no matter how they are cooked.

It's a pity that such a perfect pair were separated on different continents for thousands of years since their birth, and only reunited in India in the 16th century.

A sentimentality that came from nowhere invaded Masumi's heart, and Asami's joyful voice rang in his ears.

"Come on! Everyone, eat more! It's my treat."

Asami exhaled curry-scented breath and ordered four more generous parfaits.

"Great! Mami-san is so generous!"

Without saying a word, Youyouzi took out her cell phone and let the camera taste the color and aroma of the parfait before she picked up the spoon and devoured it.

Masumi was stunned by how quickly the girls consumed the dessert.

"How does it feel? How does it feel to be a big star?" Asami teased her.

"Hmm, how should I put it..." Yuyuko finished her parfait, sighing and setting down her spoon. "From being a marginalized otaku to suddenly being the center of attention, I feel a bit complicated."

"So you don't hate it, right?"

"Um……"

Youyouzi held the spoon in her mouth and said nothing.

After dinner, around two o'clock in the afternoon, Yuyuko and the other three said goodbye in front of Motomachi Station.

Masumi went to get his hair cut as planned, but there was a slight deviation.

I originally planned to go to a 1000 yen haircut shop, but Asami dragged me to a high-end hair salon on Motomachi shopping street.

"How can you be so careless with your haircut, Masumi-kun? You're the only barista in the shop, you need to pay attention to your image."

"Take a look at your usual hairstyle first."

"That's because I'm naturally beautiful, so any hairstyle looks good on me." Mami said fearlessly.

Masumi retorted, "Why don't you try cutting your head like the boys in the baseball club?"

"Stop talking nonsense and go in quickly."

Asami pushed him into the hair salon.

The scent of shampoo hit her face. The service at a professional hair salon is naturally thoughtful, from shampooing and haircuts to facial shaving and eyebrow trimming. After the hot air from the hair dryer blew, Masumi looked at herself in the mirror and felt refreshed.

Because her hair had not been trimmed for a long time, it was neatly arranged, looking fresh and neat. Through the gaps in the short black hair, one could see the outline of the ear bones under the skin and the white and slender neck.

"This feels good, Masumi-kun."

Asami's eyes lit up as she watched from the sidelines.

Wallet: Lost 4000 yen.

Coming out of the hair salon, Mami lazily asked, "Are you going to the bookstore?"

Masumi glanced at Hanekawa Kaizuki, who was walking unsteadily like a jellyfish, physically unsteady, with her blue eyes half-open, as if she was tired. She shook her head and said:
"Forget it today. There's a music store nearby and I want to buy some guitar care products."

"A music store. I haven't been there yet. Let's go."

Asami nodded with interest.

The three of them walked through Motomachi and stopped in front of a two-story musical instrument store. The sunny sky that had been shining brightly that morning was now covered with a few layers of clouds. Shouldn't it rain? Masumi checked the weather forecast on his phone and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was cloudy.

"Hey - it's my first time in a music store, and seeing so many guitars in front of me is quite spectacular."

Asami rubbed her fingers together, clicking her tongue in amazement.

Masumi glanced at her and said, "That's Beth over there. Did you do that on purpose?"

Upon hearing this, Mami laughed uncontrollably, her beautiful brown eyes narrowed into a line, and her plump and plump bags under her eyes looked very cute.

Masumi shook her head. She definitely did that on purpose.

"Besides the number of strings, what other differences are there in appearance between a bass and an electric guitar?" Mami asked. "After all, a bass also has six strings."

“Actually, there are also seven-string electric guitars.”

"Huh? Really?" she said in surprise.

Resting her hand on her chin, her thoughts drifting back to memory, Asami revealed a thoughtful expression: "Oh, now I remember, I was watching a girl band anime recently, in which the lead singer used a seven-string electric guitar, and the bassist used a five-string bass."

"I thought it was a drawing error, but it turns out it really happened."

"Ah."

"The bass is thinner and longer than the electric guitar, so it's actually pretty easy to tell the difference."

Masumi responded calmly.

At one end of the line of sight, I caught sight of Hanekawa Kaizuki staring intently at a bass guitar.

"You don't want this bass, do you?"

Masumi had a vision of her behavior in front of the bread cabinet that morning.

Haiyue shook her head slightly, "This bass... is the same as Shao's bass..."

This was the second time I heard her mention the name "Shao".

"Is your friend named Shao the bassist?" he asked.

"Um……"

Haiyue made a "hmm" sound that was unclear whether it was confirmation or meaningless.

Masumi shook his head helplessly and gave up the idea of ​​asking more questions. When he casually looked around the piano store, he saw a familiar figure.

She has a graceful jaw and eyes with slightly droopy corners, which are very friendly. Her long brown hair is tied into a neat ponytail at the back of her head.

"That's...Jiuyuan?"

"Little Future?"

Asami, who was struggling with her electric guitar and bass, heard this and looked in the direction Masumi was looking.

"Wow! It's really Mirai... Wait! Masumi-kun, hide!"

The hydrangea-like smile disappeared in an instant, and Asami suddenly grabbed Masumi's arm and pulled him behind the shelf full of guitars.

(End of this chapter)