Another string reel from Bandoli

Touch the metal sheet on the side of the ring that unlocks the soft base, then pull out the small data cable built into the watch and connect it to the plug at the bottom of the bamboo dragonfly, and set it up on the virtual projection touch screen that pops up on the watch.

The dark green light flowed like blood, flowing from the watch's energy core into the bamboo dragonfly along the data cable.

I made a mistake. I should set up a small energy furnace here next time. Otherwise, it will be too troublesome to do this every time.

"How did you understand that, my dear..." Asuna Toyama, the younger sister, still only has a vague understanding of Kasumi's words.

"Hey, my dear, don't play with your toys during dinner time. Just focus on eating."

Everyone present chose to ignore the topic of memory erasure.

"Hey! I met a very interesting kid at school, the one I mentioned before who jumped out of a luxury airliner right after entering class C. She's super interesting! I had a lot of fun playing with her in the school club today, and we even went to the shopping street with her to hand out flyers to recruit band members! She even invited me to her house on Saturday to hang out. Do you want to come too?"

"...I was originally scheduled to work a part-time job on Saturday. I can't go."

Xianjuangan uttered a vague refusal. The thought of a snarling blue octopus flashed through her mind. The thought of it made her incredibly difficult to get along with. The blue-haired, twintailed octopus was already annoying.

In the future, I must never have anything to do with this kind of young lady.

"Don't you want to go? You two look very similar and you will have a lot of fun together," Toyama Kasumi said worriedly.

"Nonsense... From the information I've heard in the past few days, I don't see any similarity between me and the Xinjiang you mentioned... I'm not as reckless as her," Xian Juangan frowned and retorted impatiently.

Toyama Kasumi turned her head to look at Toyama Asuka in distress, "Then Xiaoming..."

"No thanks! I'm going to study hard on Saturday!"

"Hey, no need to overreact so quickly, Xin-chan is really happy, Xiao Ming!"

"Don't come close, Nie-chan"

The scene quickly returned to the daily interaction between the sisters of the Toyama family. Mrs. Toyama's smiling face was already a little red.

Unable to bear watching the following scene, Xianjuan Gan lowered his head and concentrated on tasting the celery in tonight's main dish, stewed potatoes and meat.

Speaking of which, I seemed to have seen some business intelligence I was dealing with a while ago that a young lady named Kokoro attended school at Hanasakigawa. Which school was she from?... Should I search my memory...

Ignoring Xiang Cheng's cries for help from being pinched on the cheek, Xian Juangan chewed the bitter celery, wondering whether he should search for the hidden memory information in his brain.

Never mind. I'm not interested. It's probably not important information.

Chapter 14 Chapter 14 Mei Zhulan’s Love

Just like usual, Danmei Zhulan once again ignored the concern of her friends and stayed in the school and went to the rooftop at dusk.

She recently left school and went home, and she is starting to get used to staying at school.

That was the first time she saw the weirdo look distressed.

Holding a bass guitar, watching a learning video on his phone, Kua Kua played a few times, only to find a dull sound, his face full of confusion.

“Are you practicing your bass?”

This was the first time Lan had seen a boy playing a musical instrument. In her impression, although girls also played cards, musical instruments were exclusively for girls. Boys were always addicted to card games like poker.

"? Bass? Is that a type of guitar?" Xianjuan asked in confusion.

"..." The answer was even worse than Mizukuri expected.

Taking a deep breath, Mizukuri thought about answering his question.

"Bass is a bass guitar, but it is used independently. It is a different instrument from guitar. There are very few beginners who mistake the difference between the two."

"Huh? But mine is a six-string bass. I saw others playing four-string bass." There was a look of stupidity in Xianjuangan's clear eyes.

“…Give it to me…this is how you play it.” Mizukami took the bass from Xianjuan Gan and gathered her emotions.

Mizukani thought she might be able to play the guitar, and rounded up, a little bit of bass, and she knew the basic fingering, after all, they were interchangeable.

A string of low and rhythmic notes sounded faintly on the silent rooftop.

If it is the sonata of the soul.

Lan’s playing was certainly not great, as the six-string bass is rather complex, and among instruments it has some meaning reserved for bass experts.

Even though she doesn't even know how to play the guitar.

But if you want to make sure that your bass playing isn't bad, just unplug the power cord during the band's performance.

"If you want to learn an instrument, you should start with guitar. Bass is more challenging for beginners."

Mizukuran returned the bass to Xianjuangan.

It was also after that day that Xianjuangan started playing the guitar on the rooftop. It was a red star-shaped guitar.

This was the first time Mizukami saw this genius who could master anything instantly stumbling around, making frequent mistakes, and having an unstable rhythm, just like a baby learning to walk, staggering from side to side.

But he played with great passion and hummed something softly.

"twinkle Twinkle Little Star……"

I really couldn't bear to watch it anymore. Mei Zhulan, who looked like she was about to be demolished from her three-bedroom apartment, also started to play the guitar clumsily.

At first, she started to rush to play the guitar in order to stop the nightmarish voice, but soon she found a black guitar that was placed in a perfect position at home, and brought her guitar to the rooftop and started playing with each other.

Hearing the sound of the guitar, feeling the touch of the strings...a passion slowly rises inside my body.

Maybe it was talent, maybe it was hard work, but in just one week, Meizhulan's level rose rapidly, while Xianjuan Gan's level never improved, but he kept working hard.

Even though she could always give me some pointers, I, the one giving the lecture, can't even play the C chord. Every time Mizukari gets pointed at, she always has this thought, and...

It's so strange. I was playing guitar on the rooftop during lunch break and class breaks, but no students or teachers in the school had the idea of ​​making noise, and no one even mentioned it in class.

It turns out that an unplugged guitar is so quiet.

Sometimes he would put down his guitar, wear a pair of black-framed glasses, write something, and glance up at her from time to time.

It's very subtle, Jun, but Meizhulan noticed it...

This... this is... Mei Zhulan didn't dare to think about it too much.

Just a week later, she said goodbye to her friend as usual, tactfully said that she had something to do at home, and turned back to the school rooftop.

Xianjuan is wearing headphones and tuning his guitar with a tuning fork instead of a tuner.

"Demo song?" I heard something new that had never appeared in previous conversations.

"Yeah, I've been covering other bands' songs. This is an original song I specially edited."

Taking the headphones, Mizukami started listening to the new song.

It was exceptionally good. For a novice arranger, his level was truly impressive. Mizukami was surprised. How could he be so bad at guitar, yet so good at composing?

According to the music score, Mizukami couldn't help but play the guitar, extremely smoothly... No... Not just smoothly, this song was like... as if it was in harmony with another soul of hers.

The soul is screaming and telling itself that if it goes any further it will be hell.

"Want to try singing instead of just the guitar?"

“Can you give me the lyrics too?”

Taking the lyrics book and playing the original song again, Meizhulan frowned.

"The girl in this song...her personality...isn't it too weird?" Mizukuri criticized.

I'm a young man who chooses my enemies to fight, depending on my mood... I don't even have a future I want to realize, just waiting for the things I only dream of...? I hate tomorrow and long for the past, crying out in confusion. Tomorrow, tomorrow, please don't come...?

What the hell is going on here… Mizukari is feeling a bit dizzy… What kind of weird, weird personality type is this, some kind of adolescent middle school syndrome… It’s like…

"No!" Mei Zhulan refused righteously. She had a premonition that if she sang it out loud she would lose interest in singing.

“It’s totally inconsistent with my personality… I can’t resonate with it.”

[And aren’t the lyrics in the second half… too… too…]

"Puff cough cough..." Xian Juangan coughed a few times, trying hard to suppress his laughter.

"Did you write the lyrics?" It wouldn't be surprising if he did, after all, he's a bit of a chuunibyou.

"No, I'm just a porter, a plagiarist in the industry." Xian Juangan shook his head.

"Plagiarism?" Mei Zhulan frowned. That was a very bad thing.

"Even if it's an original song you wrote privately, plagiarism is wrong."

"Well, this is a song I wrote for you, copied from your heart, Mizuki-san." Gan said something very serious.

"!!!Don't joke like that!" Mei Zhulan said angrily.

"It's true." Xian Juangan took out a notebook from behind his back.

“Ahhhhhh!!! Give it back to me!!” Mizukuri recognized the notebook and flew over to snatch it away.

If my dark past were discovered, my life would be ruined. No one would like to expose the shameful poems in someone else's notebook in front of others and think it's for their own good.

Xian Juangan did not resist and let Lan take the notebook away.

"Write your feelings into poetry and let them out. Mizuki-san, you're amazing!"

"That's right... but now that you say that, it's really embarrassing. Sneaking through someone else's notes without permission! Aren't you ashamed?"

"No, Mizuki-san, you're really amazing. These poems are really good. Mizuki-san's feelings are clearly expressed... So why did you give up..."

There were only a few scattered lines of poetry in the notebook... None of them were complete... That was a habit she had given up long ago because of the existence of a certain person.

So she didn't realize at first that those lyrics were all improvements and supplements to her notes and poems.

I can’t tell you… Don’t you know…

"That's terrible!" Mizukami said impatiently, "...I'm leaving now."

"I'm sorry you seem upset, but please listen to me. Mizuki-san, you shouldn't be confined to this small rooftop!"

Mei Zhulan stopped.

"What does that have to do with you?" His tone was cold, almost indifferent.

"Mizuki, you shouldn't continue like this. The school has already issued a warning to you, right? If you continue like this, you'll be expelled!"

[In fact, he should have been expelled long ago. He shouldn't have used a forgetfulness stick to erase the principal and teachers' memories.]

...Stop talking...

"...I still want to watch the sunset with Mizuki (not at all)...So, let's get back to class!"

"Shut up! What do you know about me!" Mei Zhulan, a guitarist, turned around and tried to escape, but Xian Juangan blocked the door to the rooftop and grabbed Mei Zhulan's hand.

"Because I care about you, Lan, I can't just stay by your side and do nothing."

“Let me go…!”

"I won't let go!"

"This is also the accusation from friends (acquaintances who know their names) to stop you from going in the wrong direction!"

"So... go form a band, Lan!"

"...?"

"You have four friends, right? They've known you for over ten years and have grown up with you. They're really worried about you. I heard they wanted to form a band with you, but you rejected them. Growing up together...it has nothing to do with them. How could you say such a thing?"

"I know that even if you hurt them, their relationship with you won't change. If anything happens, they'll still listen to your worries and sorrows, because they have a safe haven waiting for you to return to at any time and a few friends who will never abandon you. You shouldn't let yourself fall into depravity and don't take other people's feelings for you for granted!"

"Lan, I'm not like you. I don't have any talent for music."

"But seeing Lan's lyrics is like my inner soul crying out (no)! So, Lan, please, please sing it! At the junior high school cultural festival performance! Even if it's not for life, it's just for a month as a band!"

With their hands clasped together and their eyes sparkling with bright colors, even Mizukuri felt hot, as if something was finally about to be relieved.

"A band..."

And she didn't even notice an oversight that she should have noticed

[…Tuning forks… Can beginners use them instead of tuners to tune their instruments…]

A shrill alarm clock ring woke Mi Zhulan from her past dreams.

By the time Lan Youyou woke up, it was already the agreed time.

I dreamed about the past again. This has been happening more and more frequently lately.

Complex feelings temporarily paralyzed by the brain emerged one by one.

If he was being wary of her.

Mi Zhulan tried to think carefully, but always felt that some details were not right.