The work of the Go master

Many people first heard this song on the car radio in Grand Theft Auto.

Then I didn't want to get out of the car. I just wanted to drive around the city streets quietly with this song on my back, which improved the city's security as a result.

“It’s already 1987 now,” Ke Zhiguang suddenly exclaimed. If he remembered correctly, this song was released in 1987.

"Yeah... Don't tell me you're still living in the past."

Time does indeed move forward, and many things will connect with the past life, and more and more familiar events will emerge.

Although Koji Hikaru kept using the term "honban" to describe what was happening in front of him, this was indeed a world, a real world.

If this timeline continues, there might really come a day when the economy collapses, and all the beautiful dreams will be shattered.

It has a sense of déjà vu, like Ragnarok.

"What's the name of this song? It's really nice," Harushima Kashima said, covering her ears.

"Rick's Swing," Ke Zhiguang announced the song's nickname. Rick was the singer's nickname, and Swing naturally meant to fool or deceive.

The gist of it is that everyone who clicked on this link has been scammed.

Harujima Deer choked on her words: "Is it really such a strange name?"

"Yes, if you listen carefully, you'll feel the melody and rhythm of this song that makes you want to sway along. 'I never gonna give you up.....'"

"Oh, I see... Hmm, I do have that feeling." She hummed along, pretending to know everything.

"Oh, I misremembered. The name of this song is the line I just sang."

"Hmph, I knew it." Harujima Shika chuckled coldly, clearly having anticipated this outcome.

Wow, he's actually become shrewd; he wasn't fooled.

The two continued to immerse themselves in the music, playing this classic song, which was very characteristic of the era, on repeat.

"Come on, let's try switching to another song," Ke Zhiguang said, suddenly becoming as excited as if he were winning a lottery.

"Don't cut it, don't cut it, just listen to this."

"If you don't like it, you can switch it back later."

Ke Zhiguang pressed a button on the radio to switch songs.

Surprisingly, the melody that played this time was still very familiar.

Maria Takeuchi's "Plastic Love".

This song was released in 1984 and was later adapted into a signature track in the vaporwave genre.

The highly saturated visuals, the languid and intoxicating melody and drumbeats, are like riding in a convertible sports car into neon-lit Tokyo, with billboards flashing all around and disco balls spinning, full of petit-bourgeois romantic extravagance.

Vaporwave is that kind of feeling, like a hallucinogen that makes you intoxicated, dreaming back to the Japanese economic bubble of the 1980s, never opening your eyes again.

The next few songs were all of the same type, and Harushima Deer's eyebrows drooped lower and lower as she listened, as if she were sinking into them and about to close them at any moment.

"Hey, what are your plans for the future?"

"Does that refer to the upcoming arrangements? I might have to deal with the Wave exam, then prepare for the Dragon Throne, and maybe even plan to move out." Ke Zhiguang felt alright; he was more interested in the novelty than the pleasant sound.

"Move out? Does that mean move out of Peach Blossom Studio?"

"That's it. We found that the space is still a bit small. We need to get a bigger one, preferably one where we can keep a dog."

Moreover, the pet scrolls were obtained from you.

"Oh, I see. Actually, I've been thinking about moving out too."

"Oh? Your women's dormitory is overcrowded?"

"Hmm... my rent is almost up, I'm thinking of... moving to a smaller place." Harushima Shika's eyes closed along with the chorus.

Ke Zhiguang was not surprised by this. From the first time she visited the other party's home, she felt that the place was too empty for her, and a lot of space was not being used.

If you didn't see her always so lively and energetic, you would easily think she had some dark, lonely side.

By the way... I don't think this one exists, right?

"If you move out, will you still live with Inoue?"

"Let's see... let's see what she has to say..."

"Hey, wake up!" Ke Zhiguang waved his hand in front of the other person's face twice.

As if jolted awake, the deer on the island quickly and hurriedly sat up straight.

She was so engrossed in listening to music that she almost blurted out something suggestive like, "Are you interested in living together?"

—Ugh! What the hell was I thinking just now!

After sobering up, Harushima Kashima smacked his head on the table, as if celebrating the New Year. It was as if someone had slapped him twice to help him sober up.

Looking at her series of perplexing behaviors, Ke Zhiguang was also slightly confused.

Does she really have the ability to live alone?

Without Xingcai's care and the girls' dormitory's own canteen, I have a feeling she might face serious survival problems, and perhaps Kata will need to take care of her then...

No, upon closer inspection, she does indeed have the means to take care of herself.

As a bonus of her princess title, she has a skill effect that grants her perfect cooking skills.

I've decided. I'll have to trick her into learning to cook from now on. I believe that with the added benefit of this skill, she'll discover her amazing talent in this area, and it will be much easier for her to support herself then.

"Your dinner is ready." At that moment, the waiter pushed the food cart in.

Then a lamb chop set meal was placed in front of Ke Zhiguang.

"Wait! You were supposed to be on the kids' meal too!"

"Huh? It's true! I clearly ordered two kids' meals, how come mine suddenly turned into lamb chops?"

"You...you bastard! This milkshake is mine!"

"Boss, another milkshake, please."

I took off my headphones, and dinner began. The music that leaked out from the headphones floated out like grains of sand. On the other tables, bright red wines mingled, and the clinking of glasses resembled ice cubes rising and falling.

Pink bubbles permeated everything.

Chapter Fifty-Four: The Demon King Descends

After dinner, it was already 8:30 p.m., and the prime-time TV programs had already started, with a large number of romance dramas being broadcast on the channels.

Later, people called the romantic dramas mass-produced in this era "pink dramas," while the guinea pig-themed films produced in large numbers during the same period were called "noir dramas."

In this strange era, while romance dramas are all the rage, bizarre and exotic dramas are also highly sought after.

Stepping out of the building where the restaurant was located and onto the street, the bustling atmosphere immediately enveloped me.

Looking down from above, it seemed like a bustling river of people, and now we were just two droplets in that river.

That concludes today's celebration.

At worst, we can find another opportunity to mobilize the whole family to hold a make-up celebration banquet later. Maybe we can even have it together with Bai Mengshao's and the others' banquet for passing the imperial examination.

"So what should we do next?" Harushima asked as they walked down the street.

"Of course, it goes without saying—"

"Arcade rejected." Harushima Shika crossed her arms to form an X.

No way.

"Then I guess I'll just have to go home like this," Ke Zhiguang said.

"Okay, it's almost nine o'clock anyway... Wait, that looks like we could take a look around there." Harushima Kashi pointed to one side of the street.

This is a bustling intersection, surrounded by the high-rise buildings typical of the port area. A large electronic advertising screen scrolls advertisements in the very center of the intersection.

The place that Shireshima Kashiwa was referring to was a large audio-visual store on the second floor opposite the billboard.

Ke Zhiguang gasped, recalling some unpleasant things.

"I suddenly feel like buying some songs to listen to," said Harushima Deer, clearly still not quite recovered from the song request on the restaurant radio.

"Then let's go with this one."

Upon entering the music store, a dazzling array of CD covers comes into view, and stylish young people are listening to music and selecting tapes with headphones on.

Safety confirmed.

"By the way, Harushima, where did you rent that Godzilla DVD last time?" Ke Zhiming asked knowingly.

"I think it's in the port area too, but I don't quite remember the exact location." Shika Harushima shook her head.

"So why did you decide to rent it in the first place?"

"Well, I don't really remember what I was thinking at the time. Anyway, I was just passing by a music store and suddenly got interested, so I randomly asked the owner for a recommended item... It's been so long since I returned it, so I probably won't get my deposit back," said Harushima Kaoru, expressing her regret over her deposit.

She thought it was no use returning it; firstly, the video store had already closed down, and secondly... Ke Zhiguang had already dismantled the videotape.

"Do you still remember what the boss looked like?"

“How could I possibly remember those details?” Harushima Kashima said matter-of-factly.

In fact, the day after the New Star Wars, Ke Zhiguang went back to that video store deep in the alley, carrying a baseball bat, eagerly anticipating the hand-to-hand combat scene.

When they arrived, they discovered that the music store had been permanently closed and a construction team was carrying out demolition work.

According to his colleagues, Tatsumi Koshikawa fled overnight with a van full of underworld artifacts, and just as he left, Kunikyo Yagami's convoy arrived, perfectly missing him.

Then the demolition work began the next day, and it was carried out with great efficiency.

To this day, there is still no explanation for this place, it remains a permanent mystery. Why did Tatsumi Koshikawa pretend to be the boss here? Why did he snipe Shibu? And what about the tsunami footage that flashed by in the videotape?

All these mysteries have gone with his van into the distance, and there has been no news of him since.

I thought that after that, I would encounter mysterious events every now and then for a while, but it wasn't until my trip to Hokkaido several months later that I encountered a new mission, and my career was quite peaceful.

However, Tatsumi Koshikawa was indeed behind this mission.

A dragon in the Pacific Ocean...

Connecting the various keywords together evokes a sense of bloodshed and carnage.

Of course, Ke Zhiguang is no longer in a hurry. In any case, he will be able to meet with Yuechuan Longji again in three months.