Do I really have a thing for female voice actors?

This smile seemed like a treasure left over from that spring, one that even time could not take away from the girl's face.

"I passed the audition!"

“Yes, congratulations,” Tazaki Toru replied.

"Why aren't you surprised at all?"

"You will have this day, it's just a matter of sooner or later."

“I can’t wait until I’m a sixty or seventy-year-old grandmother before I do it, I’m not willing to do that.”

Tazaki Toru couldn't help but laugh.

"Looks like I don't need to go to the South House with you anymore. If you were going to run away overnight, I would have had to find a way to buy a ticket next to you. This saves me the trouble."

"You're not happy? The south wing is very beautiful."

"I'd really like to go and see."

The girl smiled too.

But as she laughed, tears began to roll down her cheeks, making one wonder if there was a deep well with a pump in her eyes, with unseen spirits secretly drawing water from it.

Tazaki Toru reached out his hand, and just as the girl subconsciously thought he was going to wipe away her tears, she saw his hand stop below her face.

It's almost like trying to scratch a cat's neck, but stopping at the last second before touching it.

Does that mean I have to offer my face to them willingly?

"What are you doing?" the girl asked him, tears streaming down her face.

"I originally wanted to wipe your tears, but I didn't have a handkerchief with me. Then I suddenly remembered that I had grabbed the handrail on the tram and my hands were dirty. I didn't dare to touch your face, so I just froze there."

"I do not mind."

So, Tazaki Toru reached out and wiped away her tears.

But the girl's tears seemed endless; wiping one away, two more would appear, it just wouldn't stop.

After a long pause, Tazaki Toru sighed softly, "Why are you crying so much even though you passed?"

"I only cried after I passed the test."

"What if it doesn't pass?"

"Then cry even harder."

It turned out to be the case.

Girls can express two completely different emotions by adjusting the same behavior to different intensities.

It's an incredible creature.

"If I put your tears in a black velvet bag, would I look like a diamond thief?"

"You always say such strange and pretty things to flatter me. Is that what you say to girls?"

"I can't tell the difference between nice words and ugly words."

"Then what can you distinguish?"

"Truth and Lies".

"Tell me the truth."

"You look much better when you smile than when you cry."

"And what about lies?"

Tazaki Toru shook his head and remained silent.

The girl immediately stopped crying and started laughing: "I knew it."

She gently pushed away Toru Tazaki's hand and haphazardly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

This is her own face, so she won't be as careful as Toru Tazaki, afraid of damaging it.

After that, they went to a nearby convenience store together.

After leaving the convenience store, the sun finally set completely, and night slowly descended.

Back to the girl's apartment.

Spread a variety of snacks on the coffee table; no grand celebration is needed.

Just a few boxes of inexpensive snacks and fruit beer were enough to make her feel like the luckiest girl in the world tonight.

"Your character is named Nagasaki Motoyo, right? Congratulations."

"Huh? How did you know, Toru-kun? Did I accidentally reveal a major business secret?!"

The girl was startled.

Tazaki Toru then explained it to her.

When she learned that her future job would be to play music by Toru Tazaki, she gulped down the beer in her hand, lay down on the cold floor with a sense of exhilaration, rolled around several times, and shed joyful tears.

"Toru-kun."

"Ok?"

"Toru-kun."

"……I am here."

"I was just calling your name."

"........."

"Toru-kun."

The girl's face was flushed, and the empty beer can fell from the coffee table, rolling gurgling towards the corner of the room.

Looking in that direction.

Mika Kohinata's gaze fell on the bass guitar in the corner.

The bass was spotless, and dust would never accumulate on the fretboard again. Countless memories flooded my mind, and tears streamed down my face, dripping from the corners of my eyes to the floor.

Her lips moved, and a light, clear sound came out without any hindrance.

"...My favorite."

With the help of the alcohol, her hazy eyes no longer held any confusion.

Whether she was drunk or sober, only she knew.

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98. The episode that lacked the most team spirit.

After practice, the music teacher came to the karaoke room with a new notice, saying that the bassist would be reporting for duty the next day and would be participating in band practice with them from now on.

The members didn't react much to this, after all, it's already July, and it would be really not conducive to carrying out future activities if the bassist wasn't confirmed by then.

There are things that matter more to Aoki Hina than bassist.

For example, where did the composer who just appeared in the karaoke room go?

"As for Mr. Tazaki, he left a long time ago."

When Aoki Hina received this answer, she couldn't quite describe how she felt.

She knew in her heart that she hadn't played well again today.

When I practice the piano alone at home, I can use my fingers freely, but when I come here, my fingers become unresponsive at crucial moments.

It's as if they're determined to compete with something, playing wildly and without any regard for the world.

Often, Rin Tachibana's mistakes weren't because she didn't play well, but because Hina Aoki led her off-beat.

Hina Aoki knew this better than anyone else.

After the musicians left, Miss Yang, who was standing in the center, suddenly relaxed and squatted down as if all her strength had been released.

Her feelings at this moment were exactly the same as Aoki Hina's; both of them blamed themselves for not performing better.

Rin Tachibana was leaning listlessly against the wall, bending over to massage her calves.

My legs are numb from standing for so long.

"What kind of person would the bassist be?"

The one who said this was Miss Yang Gong, who was squatting on the ground.

No one responded.

Hina Aoki put the guitar back on its stand, and while fixing her hair, she said to Rin Tachibana in the corner, "Rin-chan, let's go."

"Oh," Tachibana Rin replied.

Miss Aoki flashed a beautiful, sweet smile and gracefully curtsied slightly: "Miss Hitomi, Miss Kobayashi, thank you for your hard work. We'll take our leave now."