Another string reel from Bandoli

She only felt that her dream was divided into clear sections along with the hypnosis. The aftermath of the dream was so real that it was as if she were experiencing the past memory again.

She had a strange premonition that her past dreams seemed to contain some hidden information, details that she had been ignoring but never seemed to notice.

She and her friends formed a band. When she played guitar and sang, everyone would join her, and the countless notes added together, creating a happiness that was beyond the reach of one person.

The rooftop that was once just for two people has become a place for five people... and the person who once reached out to me is...

The performance at the junior high school cultural festival was a great success. It was completely different from practice, with not only their voices but also the cheers blending seamlessly with the music.

The atmosphere became more and more lively, as if the music came to life.

However, under the stage of the school cultural festival, that seat was empty, with no audience.

After the performance, she shared the sunset with her friends on the rooftop. At dusk, she could see that right at the school gate, the man was drifting with the crowd, with his head buried, his mouth covered, and his back turned, trembling as if in pain.

After that, she never saw him play the guitar again.

Why would I forget something so obvious?

"I am a person who...my mind is really full of myself..."

Not only is he the heir of the bamboo school of flower arrangement, but even the band should invite him to participate!

Miss Mizukari, who has come to the wrong conclusion, is still moving forward at full speed on the road of being a troublesome woman.

Currently available information:

Second Grade Mizukuri → Xianjuan's favorability -30

Junior Three Mei Zhulan → Xianjuan Gan's strategy favorability -10

High school beauty Zhulan → Xianjuan Gan's current strategy favorability -5

Chapter 15 Chapter 15 The Master of Flower Arrangement

Extreme speed and extreme slowness.

There is nothing impeccable about the posture, the pruning speed is fast, and the movements are natural and smooth, as if it is a natural harmony.

The flower scissors shuttled among the branches and leaves like flowing water, like a swordsman, who raised his sword and slashed without any hesitation.

But from the perspective of others, his hands remained in a stable pattern without any shaking.

Perfect, this was the first impression that came to Mizukami's mind when she was sitting and watching the boy's actions next to her.

Pulling the scarf closer around her neck, she lowered her gaze and exhaled a puff of white mist. The practice room in Mizuki's mansion wasn't heated enough, so it was much cooler than the other rooms.

The weather in Tokyo has become increasingly weird and unpredictable in recent days. Although it is already spring, it is even colder than previous winters, which surprises people living in Tokyo.

Not to mention the two strange mushroom clouds that have been floating in the sky recently... The media combined it with miracles, religion, prophecies and other strange things for interpretation, which made the media rich.

The official claim is that it is just a coincidence of global warming.

Is global warming so serious?

Mei Zhulan wanted to get closer, but she didn't dare to get too close.

Logically speaking, she should keep a certain distance from him at home, especially in front of her father.

She is simply shy and cares about other people's gazes. As long as she doesn't do anything intimate, she won't attract other people's attention, right?

The expressions of the disciples who were also practicing flower arrangement around them were extremely subtle. They would look around collectively from time to time and sit upright, but from time to time they would make small movements and gradually move closer to shorten the distance and get closer to the new sect leader's daughter.

It's so easy to guess... Can't this person hide his thoughts...

Mitake's family is a family of flower arrangement, and she has lived in this family since she was a child. No matter how much she rejects flower arrangement, she has a deep understanding of the work under the influence of her father and the apprentices who came and went.

The flowers are all arranged at different heights, breaking with convention. The leaves of the large daylily at the bottom of the new work enrich the line and surface structure of the work, like a burning flame. The spatial angles of the vinca vine are clearly well drawn, and it is more gentle than the thread binding.

In the flower shape diagram, it is placed behind the main branch, upright and upward, but actually leaning to the left and back, increasing the distance from the main branch and stabilizing the flower shape.

He didn't look like a novice, but rather a veteran who had been immersed in this business for over a decade. However, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that this veteran was the one she was "most familiar with."

He sat there perfectly still, still wearing his usual Hanaoka school uniform. Didn't he have casual clothes? Perhaps because of the unpredictable weather, he was wearing an ugly hand-knitted woolen hat, unlike usual.

The morning sunlight filtered through the window, falling on the gentle and easy-going young man, who fiddled with his work with a skill that was totally inconsistent with his age. His handsome face, slightly tired and with some dark circles under his eyes, completely ignored the people around him, focusing only on one thing.

When a person concentrates on understanding and appreciating a plant, he or she will eventually be deeply immersed in the beauty of the plant hidden within it. Only by reaching this state of "harmony between man and nature" can one truly understand the core of the innovative spirit of flower arrangement.

It is this constant exploration of materials and the desire for perfection that is the most fundamental and original source for the development of art to this day, and it is also the charm of flower arrangement.

...Although I know he is a genius, this is too amazing...Mei Zhulan, who knows everything, knows very well that this peer in front of her has absolutely no knowledge of flowers before. He doesn't even know the names of flowers or the flower languages ​​that young people are keen on nowadays.

Mr. Mitake was also standing behind him, watching the young man intently, observing how he completed this work, from a clumsy novice who had only been in the industry for one morning, to becoming a master in the field of flower arrangement.

The strong backlight made it impossible for Mizukari to see her father's expression clearly. The tall figure, as always, exuded an intimidating aura that made it difficult for Mizukari to retort.

Serious, polite, cold, expressionless.

He glanced at his daughter, who was usually in her rebellious phase, often only getting impatient after a few words of argument, and even dismissive of the family's inherited Mitake-ryu flower arrangement. Now, on her day off, she was sitting there, obediently, without complaint. Mr. Mitake could only sigh inwardly.

It's so easy to guess what this child is thinking. Who did he inherit his genes from?

So what on earth is Xian Juangan thinking at this moment...

No, he wasn't thinking about anything... In fact, he didn't even understand what he was doing...

What is the unity of man and nature, what is line and surface structure, what is artistic beauty... I don’t know any of them!

No matter how talented he is, if he is assigned to a class with no basic knowledge, he will just randomly cut and paste the video teaching materials he has watched before and follow the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

...Hmm...I have no idea what it is, but this is the purpose.

Xianjuan Gan in the woolen hat could feel that as he was confused, puzzled, and troubled trying to think, the chemicals secreted by his brain, after being specially processed by the implant, were dripping into the small storage tank at an extremely slow rate.

The actual combat efficiency is much faster than watching the video by yourself. I estimated the amount. At this rate, I can accumulate 60ml in about half a month after taking a few more classes.

Due to the lack of alien mineral materials, many technologies cannot be implemented, and he can only develop and restore them by optimizing existing biological materials as much as possible or using some unconventional formulas.

Although he also thought about torturing other people around him to extract materials, forget it...it was still a bit uncomfortable.

Damn, they should have left more fresh Toyokawa family darkness, it's too useless. Let him exploit the material of another person who made a mistake.

Hiss...it's so hot...

The breathing was noisy, the sweat on his forehead was annoying. Inside the woolen hat, the simple brain implant device reversed the temperature perception of the string-like liver.

Ignoring the stabbing pains coming from the back of his head, Xianjuan Gan hid his feelings deep inside, maintained his expression, and carried out the formulaic activities according to the instructions.

…………

After the flower arrangement class came to an end.

The atmosphere in the training room quickly became free and casual. Just like in an ordinary high school, everyone had their own things to do in the afternoon.

At a slightly further distance, small groups of three or five were already discussing some gossip that everyone had been holding back and could now finally talk about without the knowledge of the parties involved.

In the deserted training room.

The distance between Meizhulan and Xianjuangan is already quite close.

His breathing was close to my ears, and he exhaled a low, moist and hot breath.

"cough"

And then Mr. Mizuki coughed.

Suddenly coming to her senses, Lan shrank back to her original position as if she had received an electric shock, her hot cheeks clearly no longer concealed. Shame, uneasiness, stubbornness, a breath... those cherry-pink eyes were filled with a complex array of emotions.

"Ah, is class over already?" Xian Juangan's wandering thoughts finally returned to reality. This time felt even more unbearable than before. The heat was scorching, but why was there this constant chill coming from the back of his neck...

No anesthesia is still a bit too extreme. I'd better buy a piece of sweet plum candy to hold in my mouth during the next class.

Xian Juangan was in a trance and looked at Jianshan, who was sitting on the low table next to Mei Zhulan, in confusion, as he made no progress.

Why is there no progress on Mizukami's work?

Although I knew from Mocha that Trouble Woman No. 3 was in her rebellious phase and didn't really like the family business, why was she so careless in front of her father?

Mei Zhulan, who was sitting there, had a red face and no one knew what she was doing.

Forget it, what does their family affairs have to do with an outsider like me?

Still in front of strangers, Xian Juangan, despite the pain in his legs, stood up. He asked Mr. Meizhu a few questions before leaving the flower arrangement classroom.

Sitting upright was really uncomfortable, even more uncomfortable than being pricked by needles... I should have gone to the tea club right then and there.

"That...that..." Mei Zhulan hesitated to speak, her fingers suspended in the air. She wanted to call out to Xian Juangan, but she stopped in the next second.

The bastard dad is still there.

——This is a new word added by the filial daughter who normally calls her father.

"Hmm? What's wrong, Mizukuni?" As the activity progressed, the pain in his brain became more intense. Xianjuan Gan turned his head and looked at Mizukuni calmly.

His cherry-pink eyes, similar to his daughter's, glanced at the young man and woman. With his hands tucked into his kimono sleeves, Mr. Mitake tactfully left the flower arrangement classroom in silence.

Youth...

After the bastard dad walked out the door, Mizukami breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that no one would notice her abnormality.

"...I'm sorry for letting you join my class. The courses are quite different." Mei Zhulan felt a little ashamed. She originally wanted to pull him into the living room for private instruction, but after talking to him, her father took the initiative to pull him and other apprentices into the past training to exchange ideas.

He made the newbie who knew nothing about it and the apprentices with basic knowledge go through the same stage of training, and the bastard dad still did the same mess.

Xian Juangan tilted his head slightly, forced a calm smile, and replied, "I'm sorry for bothering you. I benefited a lot from the class."

Oh my god, I shouldn't have taken the needle closer to my hand to save trouble. The needle is 5cm larger than before.

"I...I..." The emotions that suddenly surged in Mizukami's heart sank again somehow.

The stalemate lasted nearly three minutes. Mizukane, hesitant, kept her head down, while Xianjuangan still wore a smile, straining to control the uncontrollable twitching and trembling of his muscles.

...Is this the personality of Mizukuri that Moka introduced in her casual conversations?

The mechanical implant injected with antibiotics in his brain was buzzing and wriggling like a living thing, but it was silenced so only he could hear it. Xianjuan Gan felt that he was about to lose control of his expression.

Troublesome Woman No. 3 is even worse than the stubborn and cold character she had when we first met.

"Livehouse! This is the first time that we Afterglow are performing at SPACE, and we would like to invite you to come and see it." Meizhulan mustered up the courage, but blurted out something that was completely different from what she wanted to say at the moment.

"Sure! It's my honor! You're always taken care of by Mizuki-san." His words were a bit ethereal, and a stiff smile still lingered on his face. Xianjuangan paid no attention to the topic, simply wanting it to be over quickly. If he took off his knitted cap, his forehead would be covered in sweat, and the absorbent compressed tissue he'd placed beforehand had soaked up the moisture, preventing it from dripping.

"Ticket..." Mi Zhulan took out the ticket in a panic and rubbed it repeatedly for a while. She always felt like it would fly away. She used so much force that her knuckles turned slightly white.

He gently took the ticket, glanced at the date on it, and put it away solemnly.

Halfway through the journey, he was slightly startled.

"Mizukuni-san, good luck with your performance," he said softly, and then Xianjuan Gan waved goodbye to Mizukuni-lan.

After Xianjuan Gan left.

Mizukane's face flushed crimson, even her neck. She opened and closed her lips three times, unable to utter a complete sentence, and beads of sweat oozed from the tip of her nose.

Mei Zhulan half-hugged her head.

"W…what am I doing!!!"

Inviting people to gather in the room to close the distance. But then backing out at the critical moment, even giving Afterglow the SPACE ticket in advance, which he hadn't auditioned yet...

No! The current performance is not enough.

Mei Zhulan immediately pulled out her phone and entered the Instagram group. "We need to gather everyone now and go to the studio for extra practice!" Mei Zhulan's eyes seemed to ignite with a determined look.

Just like always.

Current favorability rating for Mizukuri's strategy: -5 → -7↓

Chapter 16 Chapter 16 Irritable String Liver

"Anyway, it's just like usual," Toyama Kasumi said energetically, wearing a helmet and waving a baseball bat.

"...Then remember the steps as usual... Use the sonic screwdriver first."

The pale Xianjuan was forced to take off his knitted hat, revealing a strange mechanical product with tentacles firmly attached to the back of his head.

First, he sprayed another kind of ice-cold antibiotic coagulant on the swollen back of the head. The chill gave Xian Juangan goose bumps all over his body.

Three sonic screwdrivers sizzled simultaneously, the string coils shifting up and down, adjusting the parameters of the two sonic screwdrivers. It was like the resonance of a lead guitar and bass.

At the same time, she kept repeating the steps of her rhythm guitar starter to Kasumi Toyama.

"Shift to low power for 8 seconds, then shift to B8 and increase the power for 8 seconds..."

None of the buttons were pressed correctly.

The flustered Toyama Kasumi made many mistakes, but she managed to avoid those "fatal traps" perfectly.