They all have hidden attributes!

"Generally speaking, Tokyoites would use the words 'heavy' or 'sluggish' to describe it."

Makoto Takahashi corrected her, and at that moment, a sweet rose scent enveloped her from behind, and slender, fair hands wrapped around her waist.

Taking advantage of Hanakawa Kaori's attention being drawn away by the new bass, Shiraishi Junko seized the opportunity and eagerly pressed herself against him from behind, resting her head on Takahashi Makoto's shoulder and greedily inhaling his scent.

Wow, it's so beautiful!

Hanakawa Kaori opened the case and saw a six-string bass with a cobalt blue lacquer finish and the word "[Victoria]" printed in gold. Her purple eyes widened in amazement: "Makoto-senpai, may I touch it?"

At the same time, hot, short breaths brushed against her ear, and Shiraishi Junka murmured, "Is it okay?"

"Okay." Takahashi Makoto's lips twitched slightly.

As soon as she finished speaking, Hanakawa Kaori said "Thank you, senpai" and excitedly picked up her bass, trying to play it a couple of times.

Amidst a clear, low-frequency "humming" sound, Shiraishi Junka, having received permission, slipped his fingers under the hem of his short-sleeved T-shirt, his fingertips tracing along the lines of his muscles, teasing his sensitive nerves.

The breathing on my back gradually softened, tinged with a hint of moisture.

"The bass doesn't seem that heavy? It must be because the case is too big. I wasn't wrong." Hanakawa Kaori was completely unaware of the distance between the other two.

"The soundbox is more airtight, so you don't have to worry about it getting damp even if it gets rained on or during the rainy season."

Makoto Takahashi maintained a calm tone and chatted casually with her without making a sound:

"Speaking of which, bassists and drummers in a band have the highest physical requirements. Not only do they need to be able to endure, but they also need to train their strength. Keyboardists, on the other hand, don't have to worry about being less physically fit."

The weak and physically weak keyboard player, upon hearing this, slumped down with relief, leaning against his broad and sturdy back.

"And what about me?" Hanakawa Kaori asked curiously.

"As a guitarist and lead vocalist, although there are no requirements for strength, I still need to keep training. If I really perform at the Budokan or Tokyo Dome in the future, singing for several hours in a row is no joke," Makoto Takahashi said.

"Oh~ I'll be back to morning workouts starting tomorrow. Although I'm not confident in my strength, I don't feel tired even if I shop for hours."

Hanakawa Kaori's voice gradually faded into the distance, while a closer whisper drew Takahashi Makoto's attention away.

"I...I will try my best."

Shiraishi Junka's timid plea is irresistibly enticing: "Want to go to the studio to see... the performance costumes?"

Is it okay to just take a look?

Makoto Takahashi nodded, and she immediately released her hands, stepped back to create distance, and her charming face instantly revealed its usual cold expression.

"Makoto, should we check the costumes? They're in the studio," Shiraishi Junko asked in a calm voice that Hanakawa Kaori could hear.

Makoto Takahashi turned around and met her hazy, wine-red eyes, swallowing hard.

He found that his resistance to Shiraishi Junka was too low; he wasn't even at such a disadvantage when facing Tachimi Yuki.

Could it be that the timid senior is actually my ideal type?

Before we could get an answer, the wooden door to the art department was pushed open from the outside, and an atmosphere as intense as a blizzard swept in.

The three of them turned their gazes to Uesugi Maya, who was wearing a black shirt and a white high-waisted skirt, as she walked in.

Her tall figure strode with clean, crisp steps, her black round-toed leather shoes clicking on the wooden floor with a rhythm as steady as a metronome, each tap striking Shiraishi Junko's timid, rabbit-like heart.

Faced with the ferocious cat, she shrank back two steps, her eyes drifting towards her small art studio, ready to run away at any moment.

"You said I could rely on you, right?"

Maya Uesugi stopped in front of Makoto Takahashi, her delicate face frozen in a blank expression, her beautiful caramel-colored eyes shooting out a sharp gaze.

Judging from the atmosphere, there is probably a crisis of "doomsday", "alien invasion" or "discovery of superpowered beings" happening, and a hero is needed to save the world.

"Okay, go ahead and say it." Takahashi Makoto met her gaze with a serious expression.

"Go and explain to Nekoya Hina that we didn't do everything except kiss." Uesugi Maya habitually touched her burning earlobe.

"what?"

"Go!"

She gave the order in a cold voice, which made Takahashi Makoto find inexplicably amusing.

Is shame truly the greatest enemy of the innocent Hell Girl?

Speaking of smartphones, the most practical app is the browser. With a little tutoring from Nekoya Hina and with Uesugi Maya's learning ability, which ranked first in the national mock exams, she would definitely know how stupid her words were.

The thought of her asking him, "What should I do if Ritsumi is pregnant?" made Makoto Takahashi want to laugh a little.

"Where is Haruna now?" He tried hard not to laugh out loud.

"Go find Kashima to express your admiration." Uesugi Maya took out a compass from her skirt pocket and threatened him to stop.

Makoto Takahashi coughed twice and asked seriously, "What did you and Hina talk about? Tell me in detail."

"You want to see me make a fool of myself?" Uesugi Maya slightly raised her face, looked up, and glared at him from above with her piercing eyes.

The compass in her hand gradually approached the soft flesh of her waist.

Makoto Takahashi immediately grabbed Maya Uesugi's wrist and looked her in the eye with sincerity: "Nothing of the sort. But it's okay if you said something wrong. Hina may have a sunny personality, but she's not the type to spread rumors everywhere."

"I'm worried."

"I'll call her when she wakes up tonight and tell her."

"Don't ask about strange things."

Uesugi Maya warned coldly, but seeing Takahashi Makoto nod seriously, she put away the compass, her expression softening slightly.

"Weren't you going to perform on the street?"

She glanced indifferently at Shiraishi Junka and Hanakawa Kaori, her gaze finally settling on the familiar electric bass. She frowned slightly, a hint of annoyance in her voice, and asked, "Do you really have to make Tachibana feel involved? Fine, I'll go with you."

Hearing this, Makoto Takahashi blinked in confusion: "Huh? Are you sure?"

"I'm just here to watch your performance and I'll buy some potatoes while I'm at it."

Maya Uesugi crossed her arms, turned and walked out of the art club: "I'm going back to get the camera, record some footage and upload it to my online account."

After she left, Shiraishi Junka reluctantly approached Takahashi Makoto, tugged at his sleeve, and asked timidly, "Makoto, are you still looking at the costumes?"

"Let's skip the show today, pack our things, and get ready for the performance."

Makoto Takahashi shook his head at her, and seeing Junko Shiraishi lower her eyes in disappointment, he felt a pang of regret.

"I'll go help you move the electric piano." He stepped out of the art department.

While moving the electric piano in the rehearsal room, Hina Nekoya sat on the floor, watching Reiko Kashima as she told her story after she quit the badminton club.

The atmosphere was quite pleasant. Judging from Kashima Reiko's eyes, she seemed to have accepted this junior who was aiming for her goals and intended to get along well with her.

The street performance was held in the evening at an intersection near Waseda University.

As Hanakawa Kaori walked over, she looked at Takahashi Makoto, who effortlessly carried the piano case, electric piano, and amplifier, with a look of astonishment and admiration that seemed to be directed at [Homelander].

Just like last time, the tickets were sold out before the performance even officially started. As a result, while filming the video, Uesugi Maya kept staring at Takahashi Makoto, who [only knows how to trick women into spending money], with the eyes of someone looking at a pest.

After the performance, Hanakawa Kaori returned to Tsurumi Sawa's dormitory, Shiraishi Junko reluctantly boarded the car to go home, and Takahashi Makoto took Nekoya Hina home before going to the Uesugi family's house to eat croquettes.

Croquettes are very complicated to make, but Maya Uesugi insisted on starting with potatoes. While she was busy in the kitchen, Makoto Takahashi took her phone and looked at the band's online accounts.

Only one video was released, which was a recording of a street performance in the afternoon.

"1 people have followed us." Makoto Takahashi reported the achievement in the kitchen.

"The lyrics and music are fine, and your voice is still a bit raw, but that's a unique quality. You're a genius."

Maya Uesugi deftly swept her long black hair, which had fallen over her shoulders, behind her back, and continued mashing the potatoes into a paste: "I'm considering recording a rehearsal room version tomorrow and releasing it before the live performance."

"I didn't expect you to be able to compliment people, you stubborn Hell Girl," Takahashi Makoto teased.

"I'm still angry, get out."

"Yes Yes."

"I'll go buy two more boxes of cream puffs tomorrow."

Cats that are being difficult are actually quite cute.

Chapter 92 The bassist's job is to quietly support everyone.

Overnight, the band's account, [NiceFold], had an astonishing nearly 3 subscribers.

Even though she knew perfectly well that Makoto Takahashi's face could easily trick women into spending money, and that his original songs were stunning enough in the current market, Maya Uesugi still occasionally cast meaningful glances at Makoto Takahashi.

"No, please."

Makoto Takahashi swallowed a mouthful of bright green vegetable juice, picked up a spinach with his chopsticks, examined it closely, and said with a bitter face:

"I'm already miserable enough eating cold rice from morning onwards, and it's tasteless. If I get insulted again, I'll jump off the Yamanote Line."

Haki Night, when she's being difficult, is incredibly sarcastic.

Makoto Takahashi was woken up at 6 a.m. this morning by her scolding him for being lazy. He got up and washed up under her disgusted gaze, and then came to the Uesugi house to eat the boiled vegetables, eggs and chicken breast that Uesugi Maya had made when she made croquettes last night.

Seeing him complain, Uesugi Maya picked up a cream puff in a good mood and popped it into her mouth: "Heh, instead of complaining, you should hurry up and explain things to Nekoya Hina."

"I'll go right now."

Makoto Takahashi put the spinach in his mouth, chewed it slowly, took out his phone, and was about to contact Haruna Nekoya when he saw a message from Yuki Tachimi.

On another note, Kashima Reiko sent the schedule for the Tachimi Yuki Project on time today as usual.

[Tatsumi: Morning meetings are still infuriating.]

[Tatsumi: Why can't they think of a better solution? It's terrible.]

[Tatsumi: I've decided to transfer the current managing director to Hokkaido, even though I already gave him a chance once.]

[Tatsumi: Makoto, don't you think that senior-junior culture isn't efficient enough? In my opinion, capable people are more valuable.]

[Takahashi: I also dislike the senior-junior culture]

[Tatsumi: That's right, it's terrible to be greedy for subordinates' credit. Going to Hokkaido to raise cattle would be more suitable.]

[Tatsumi: The morning meeting was 14 minutes late again. I'll work on improving the company's operational efficiency.]

[Takahashi: That sounds cruel]

[Tatsumi: I promise I'm an angel, I just can be a little naughty sometimes.]

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