My second life is a bit strange?

I've already performed in the exhibition hall, so I'm not too fixated on this kind of thing anymore.

Besides, studying is the most important thing.

The girl in front of me said to her friend.

"I wonder if the class monitor will play the piano again."

"Are there any other classmates who can play musical instruments? I have absolutely no resistance to people like that."

Goto kept replaying that sentence in his mind. His desire for approval was amplified, and his rationality vanished. When he came to his senses, he was already at the student council door with the form in hand, just a hair's breadth away from dropping it into the box.

"Whoa!! What am I doing!" Goto plopped down on the ground, the form falling to his feet: "Why, why am I here?"

Goto was in a state that resembled a drunkard who had blacked out, and when he picked up the form, he saw that he was the one who had filled it out.

Could it be that I have a second personality?

She kept banging her head against the floor.

[I'm a hardcore guitarist, a future university student at Ueno University, how could I possibly be thinking about becoming a star at the cultural festival? I need to clear my mind of worries and focus on my studies.]

"Ah... my worries... are gone."

Goto's Happiness Spiral: Goto, having lost consciousness once again, fell backward.

The student council president, who was processing documents inside the office, heard the commotion outside and assumed it was a renovation.

Bai Yinfeng stood up: "I'll go take a look."

Pushing open the door, I saw Goto lying on the ground, his head covered in red blood, and he was still tightly clutching a piece of paper in his hand.

Feng quickly carried her to the student council and placed her on the sofa.

"Who is this."

"my friend."

Kaede took the paper from Goto's hand and found it was a filled-out program application form. He probably wanted to shine at the cultural festival, but his personality held him back.

Goto had already woken up by this time, her trembling eyelashes giving her away as she secretly opened her eyes a crack to peek out.

"Should I put it in the box?"

Upon hearing this, Goto gripped his trouser leg tightly, his palms sweating with nervousness.

Maple stopped Dragon Ball Momo: "Let her decide for herself when she wakes up."

The president joked, "Feng, how about signing up for another program this year?"

He waved his hand quickly.

"Spare me, President, there's already enough to do."

"Okay, Little Peach, let's go out for a bit."

"Huh? Why..."

Dragon Ball Momo reluctantly left with the student council president, leaving only Kaede and Goto in the student council.

Feng took out a first-aid kit from the cabinet, squatted down, and used his hand to lift Goto's bangs. He then used a cotton swab dipped in water to wipe away the dust from Goto's forehead.

Goto felt an itch in his heart, a strange feeling that started to spread from his chest.

This feeling isn't unpleasant; it's quite comfortable.

After applying anti-swelling medication and wrapping the area with bandages, Feng went about her own business.

Goto could feel that Kaede was sitting right next to him, and he could hear the sound of a pen scratching across paper and the rustling of the curtains in the wind.

The wind that slipped in curiously ruffled the girl's hair before quietly leaving.

His breathing gradually calmed down, and he fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes again, the sun was almost setting: "Ah... an unfamiliar ceiling."

"you're awake?"

Goto sat up and met Kaede's gaze. The boy's gentle smile, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, was like a still image.

"Here, your application form."

"Thank you." Goto stared blankly at the form.

I've performed several times already, but I just can't muster the courage. The people at the cultural festival are all laymen; I don't know what the atmosphere is like.

"Would you like to see some performances from previous cultural festivals?"

"May I?"

Feng found the video on his phone; it was a recording his mother made for him years ago.

Amidst the deafening cheers from the audience, Goto immediately shrank into the corner of the sofa.

"Doesn't Boqi-chan want to shine on stage?"

“But…” Goto fiddled with his fingers.

"I'll be here with you in the audience."

"All right.."

After hesitating for a moment, Goto agreed and placed the form into the box with trembling hands.

Ah... I simply can't refuse the class monitor.

"Let's go out and have some fun this weekend?"

"Hey?"

Suddenly invited by the class monitor, she was overwhelmed with a mix of surprise and fear. No one had ever invited her out before; this was the first time.

I want to go.

"I...should be free."

"Then it's settled"

After saying goodbye to Kaede, Goto's mind was in a mess on his way to Fanxing.

How should I tell everyone?

"Pochi-chan?" Chihiro. 554707555

Hongxia's voice startled her, and she looked around blankly.

"When did I get here?"

"You're being too dangerous like this. Don't daydream next time you're on the road." Xingge tapped Goto's head with a sigh.

"I know I was wrong."

Seeing Goto clutching her head looking pitiful, Xingge finally let her go: "So, what were you thinking about just now?"

Goto told everyone about his application to participate in the cultural festival performance.

"How wonderful! Let's shine together at the cultural festival!"

"I also want to play our original compositions in a different place."

"Everyone!!"

...

When Goto arrived at the agreed location, he nervously straightened his clothes. Last night, he dreamed that he hadn't paid attention to his appearance when he went out to play.

As a result, he stuffed a sock into his trouser leg, which dragged behind his shoe heel, and died on the street.

She was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat.

[Thank goodness it was a dream.]

[It is still habitable on this planet.]

"Pochi-chan."

Goto looked at the squad leader who was getting off the car.

"Eri and the others will be here later. Let's go get our hair cut first."

Feng brought Goto to their usual barbershop. The shop had just opened, and Long Ge was helping to clean up: "Little Feng, here for a haircut?"

He didn't see Goto hiding behind Maple.

"Yes, I brought my classmate with me."

Sister Wang helped Feng sit down in a chair, then ran her fingers through her hair: "How do you want it cut?"

"Winter is coming, let's grow it a little longer, just cut it into a shape."

"Okay, the usual way, I'll make it a little fluffy for you."

Sister Wang's scissors flew up and down, and strands of white hair fell to the ground.

Chapter 139 A Heart Flutter

Goto sat on the bench, watching as Kaede's originally long hair was trimmed to a suitable length, revealing her ears. After the haircut, she looked much more energetic.

Wow, that's amazing!

Sister Wang looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction and asked the other staff to take Feng to get his hair washed.

She helped Goto sit on the bench. She had already noticed that the boy was a bit introverted, so she tried to soften her tone: "What kind of hairstyle do you want?"

"Ah..." Goto had never been to a barbershop before, and he was so nervous that he couldn't speak when he saw the sharp scissors.

"Sis, could you cut her bangs a bit shorter and give her a general makeover?"

Sister Wang gestured with the scissors, measured the length with a comb, and with one cut, the excess bangs were cut off, instantly elevating her overall look.

Goto kept his eyes closed the whole time, not daring to look at his current appearance.

I don't know how much time passed, but then I heard Sister Wang say that it was okay.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the elegant young woman in the mirror, and couldn't help but ask herself, "Is this really me?"

"The girls you brought are all stunningly beautiful; they could totally debut as idols."