It started with being hated by the girl in the band

Isn't this revealing your real name?

Please don't break the rules of the anonymous board. It is wrong whether the identification is right or wrong.

I will pretend I didn't see it.

75, Anonymous-SINtaKi (Lixi)

I am not Tachikari Shiina.

76, Anonymous-SINtaKi (Lixi)

I'm just a MyGO fan.

77, Anonymous-SINtaKi (Lixi)

That's it anyway.

*User logged out*

78, Anonymous-Um1riU (Hailing)

It was actually cancelled.

79, Anonymous-Ngtk4Atmr (Light)

Did I get into trouble?

I am sorry.

80, Anonymous-KURaMSR (True White)

Let’s not talk about that.

Let’s end the topic here.

81, Anonymous-SHeNaTakEy (Lixi)

Agreed, the rules of the anonymous board are more important.

82, Anonymous-KURaMSR (True White)

I put all the photos of Xiaoxin that I collected into a compressed package and put it here. Everyone, just forget what happened today.

／／Banguest.Org／Zip／ZhAOpiANHeJi.

83, Anonymous-AsR1chig (Arisaki)

Suddenly you become gentle. Wouldn’t it have been better if you were like this earlier?

84, Anonymous-Um1riU (Hailing)

Maybe it’s because he’s afraid of being offline after knowing his real name.

85, Anonymous-HerOnnM (Seven Deeps)

Some of the pictures in there look familiar... Were they taken in Tsuki no Mori?

And this photo here was taken in the Student Union Office in Tsuki no Mori. Who took it?

／／Banguest.Org／Image／BaNGonGsHidEXiN (Photo of Shin sleeping on the desk in the Tsuki no Mori Student Union Office)

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Chapter 1 [Extra] Yukina still hesitates...

It's such a chore to endure.

I looked at the small mole swaying gently in my field of vision, and for the first time I felt this sentence so deeply.

There is a black mole the size of a pen tip on the back of his neck, but he probably doesn't know it himself.

How do I know that…?

Because, at this moment, I am just like a koala bear who has not woken up yet, hanging firmly on his back.

I thought I was very reluctant... but I could feel such a solid and reliable touch coming from my arms tightly hugging him, my thighs clamped around him without leaving any space... and even my cheek quietly pressed against his back.

…When the live performance ended and I was walking off the stage, I accidentally twisted my ankle because I didn’t stand firmly.

The medical staff has already done preliminary treatment, so it shouldn't be that painful now, right?

And when Zhonghe came over, I should have pushed him away and let Lisa or the medical staff support me, so that... I can still go to the infirmary safely, right?

However, when he came towards me, my feet could not move at all.

However, when his back turned to me, my knees bent in an arc of joy and obedience.

Even when I was going up the stairs, the slightly dimmed lights on the stairs became the best reason for me to hug him quietly.

I was probably trying...trying to use various things to divert the attention that was clearly shifting towards him.

For example, I counted his steps one by one...

However, it was not until I heard his footsteps gradually quickening abnormally that I realized that the thumping sound was actually the sound of my heartbeat.

And of course, I also tried to force my gaze away, wanting to look at myself reflected in the glass curtain wall along the corridor, so as to calm myself down...

But what I saw was... only Minato Yukina, who held his shoulders tightly, her face flushed, and was unwilling to let go no matter what... That proud Yukina... where did she escape to?

This kind of contact... was even closer than the distance between Lisa and him usually was.

Subconsciously, in order to calm the unrest in my heart, I began to reject everything he said.

His music, his band, his personality, his... in short, a lot.

Maybe I was sleepy, maybe I was tired... maybe I was confused because of other things.

Anyway, I suddenly realized something.

I was bewitched by his trap and poisonous [imperfection]... and fell deeply into it.

I clenched my teeth and tried my best not to recall those things. However, my usually sharp mind was extremely dull at this moment... That scene was very disobedient and surged in my brain like waves.

……

Do you know how crappy the stage animation was when you first showed us?

This is the first time I've seen such a bad stage flow diagram, seriously.

Whether it was the overly active...character movements that came and went like a stage play, or the dark coffee stains on the edges of the blank paper, or the handwriting of the water-based pen that easily smudged, they all became the reasons why I scolded you coldly in the beginning.

anything else.

On the music score you revised, there will always be a lot of annotations and notes about your ideas, which appear to be densely packed.

It's good to have such an idea, but it's not very clear, so Sayo and I once again ridiculed you.

From then on, you would prepare three copies of the score every time: one original score, typed in black font; one revised score, filled with notes and ideas; and one finished score, with only the revised score printed on it.

The three copies are always bound together, but the most useful one for you is the back of each sheet of paper.

Because you would really write down all my harsh demands on you on the back of a piece of paper. Sometimes, there would even be more words on it than on the front of the music score.

do you remember?

You are hesitating in front of the vending machine, deciding what drinks to buy for everyone.

Do you know what drinks were bought for everyone before the live performance?

You actually bought five cans of coffee because everyone seemed very sleepy in the afternoon and you were worried that everyone would not be in good condition before the live performance.

But when you got the drink, you found out that it was a refrigerated vending machine. Before the Live, people naturally couldn't drink drinks that were too cold, so you ran to a faraway place and bought other room temperature drinks at a convenience store and brought them back.

And the first second after you came back, I said some harsh words to you with a cold face, right?

I forgot what it was exactly, but I can still remember the general meaning... [It takes so long to buy a drink, is this the agent's fault? ]

That time, the person who comforted you was...still Lisa.

not only that.

That day, I went to the office in the evening on my day off because I forgot my new score there.

But it was that day, when I saw you dozing off on the desk in the office, that I knew for the first time what was written on the palm-thick piece of draft paper in your hand.

All the opinions put forward by everyone are recorded in different categories, and the most common ones are harsh and inhumane words like those from Sayo and I.

No, compared to being merciless, some words, even scolding, is not an exaggeration.

...and more.

At that time, I had to arrange and remake some of Roselia's songs so that they would fit in better with the joint live performance of Ave Mujica... What did I say at that time? I really can't remember.

But I only remember that we had a big fight, and in the end, I was so angry that I tore the arrangement score you had revised into pieces in front of you.

I am sorry.

You know what, I'm really a coward.

Clearly that night, I wanted to secretly go back and pick up the arrangement sheet that I had torn up and glue it back together. But when I stood outside the office door and saw through the crack in the door that you were working on another version of the arrangement sheet on the table, I didn't have the courage to go in and apologize to you properly.

The next day, you didn't get angry with me, but just silently handed me the arrangement score.

Looking at Lisa who was beside you, comforting you with a gentle voice, and you waving your hands with a forced smile...even at this moment, you were still making excuses for me.

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a little jealous of Lisa's unreasonable frankness.

Obviously, at that time, right here... you could just stop, but the more you do this, the more I want to test...test how far you can go for Roselia.

But I am the one who regrets.

……

In the infirmary, I silently responded to your gentle concern, feeling the slightly cool ointment you gently applied on my ankle.

...Remember the rehearsal before this live performance?

The curtain was rolled into the lift, jamming the lift and causing a serious malfunction.

You shouldn't have volunteered to climb up and fix that...or at least...I don't want you to roll up your sleeves and climb up that high steel frame to fix that.

I wanted to act as if I didn't care... but for some reason, my heart seemed to be tied to you, as if it was tightly grasped by something. Even my eyes, which originally wanted to look away, were fixed on you who were standing so high, and I didn't dare to let go for a moment.

I didn't even notice when the lozenge in my mouth was crushed.

And when you climbed down from the steel frame safely with a big smile on your face, at that moment your toes landed firmly on the ground, although I didn't want to admit it... but I suddenly felt relaxed and light-hearted to the point that I was a little scared.

I didn't have time to see the lift that had resumed operation. I just wanted to quickly walk to your side, naturally pull out the wet wipes from my pocket, pretend to be indifferent, and wipe your face and palms that were stained by the engine oil...

However, Lisa was still one step faster than me.

She came to your side with a worried look on her face, stood on tiptoes, straightened your crooked tie, wiped your greasy face, and didn't care at all about your dirty palms stained with motor oil. She pulled you tightly to the bathroom to wash your hands, and then slowly came back.

This is what you said to her with a smile on your face.

"Thanks for your help, Sister Lisa~"

I stood beside you with my arms folded, and asked softly:

"Nakagawa, are you okay?"

Your response with a smile was prompt.

"Thank you for your concern, Minato-senpai."

It was clearly a name that was no different from any other name, but it made the throat lozenge in my mouth suddenly become so bitter that it was almost unbearable.

This taste is much more bitter than the iced coffee I had that day.

Lisa responded to you.

Lisa said: "As long as Xiaoxin is okay~"

I responded to you too.

I said: "Just be safe in Zhonghe."

You responded with a smile:

"Sister Lisa, is this considered caring about me?"