Another string reel from Bandoli

The electric current caused by the photon pulse sizzled, and Xianjuan could faintly hear Tom screaming, but it was still too faint.

Just as he was following the topic, Xian Juangan continued to ask in a diplomatic and polite manner while calculating astronomical formulas in his head.

"Is the final opponent very strong?"

"Well, the other guys' skills aren't that great. But yeah, they're really strong, super, super strong. They're the opponents I'm most proud of!"

"Junior, I made a promise with her (deceit) that she would give me an outstanding and super luxurious performance at my debut event in front of a thousand people. Let's go and see it together!"

Although the words of praise for the opponent were sincere and without any pretense, Xianjuan Gan keenly heard the pure and clear laughter of a child who had done something bad and eaten candy secretly.

Ah... you're just letting your opponent win on purpose, right?

Turns out he's an unlucky guy.

However, in Xianjuan's opinion, the guitar skills of this senior sister Hikawa Hina are definitely outstanding among her peers, even if they have regressed a little now.

From her tone, it was clear she was truly impressed by her opponent's exceptional guitar skills. She had truly won, even after falling behind.

Can you beat her?

Who could it be?

There are cameras everywhere for everyone to see.

At the first performance of PastelPalettes.

A round of strong music started playing, it seemed like a very old song.

Quack! It turned out to be five idol girls wearing very little fabric, one of them looked ashen.

The guitarist, her green eyes seemed to be dying.

Chapter 35: The Drunken Yukina

When Yukina Minato woke up, the test was already over.

"It's over, it's over!"

During lunch break, she borrowed Lisa Imai's class notes and studied the comics where she would stick the toast until the black ink that should have dried up magically printed on the bread.

This made her full of confidence and believe that this was genuine memory bread.

Although the questions in the second year of high school are obviously not like those in elementary school in the comics, where you can get high scores just by rote memorization.

But at least... it's still possible to get an average score that's enough to survive, right?

With this thought in mind, Minato Yukina started to swallow the bread with the help of mineral water without hesitation.

The strange smell of ink paired with the wrinkled toast didn't taste very good. Especially since the toast had a filling inside, which tasted a bit like fermented figs.

After eating 25 slices of toast, I was left with bouts of retching and unbearable stomach pain...

My consciousness became hazy.

She went in and out seven times with her imaginary partner in her dream.

She watched as the blue god wielded a sudden and violent storm, causing the contestants' bodies to mutate without any reason.

Like children playing on a giant anthill, they poked their fingertips at the many inhabitants of the Hell Race and laughed at their hopelessly ridiculous defenses.

As it snapped its fingers.

The pink followers jump lightly, spin happily, and are responsible for cleaning up the remaining debris for their two masters.

They are such a great pair with great cooperation and tacit understanding.

After finishing the resurrection match and defeating the airplane master with an elbow in the final, the sleepy Youxina woke up, and when his mind finally returned to normal, it was time to hand in the paper.

Can she get through this?

And when the trembling Yukina Minato checked the test questions...

It's all written on it!

And not only was it filled with words! She could actually understand it!

My mind felt light and airy, as if I were soaring into the sky. I felt like I was floating among the clouds. As I wandered through the air, the world seemed a dazzling array of colors.

The classmates around me seemed to have turned into little animals, strolling around leisurely and freely, and a whale swam towards me, spraying water and lightly touching the test paper with its forehead.

With a puff, the test paper turned into a butterfly flying in the air.

So...is the true nature of the world so dreamy?

Sitting on the throne in the fairy tale kingdom, Yukina Minato floats in the cheerful wind.

He couldn't help but burp something that smelled of mushroom alcohol and smiled foolishly.

Memory Bread (Unlocked by Real Name) → Memory Bread (Four years past due and fermented with mold)

Maya Yamato, 16 years old, is a student.

As an extremely ordinary high school student at Hanegaoka Academy, apart from his private interest in playing Taiko no Tatsujin, which had once broken the highest record in the game center, and a part-time job as an equipment manager for an idol agency that was not very successful in the industry, he was nothing special.

…even though I was recently fired…

Because she has a morbid fetish for small spaces and has the habit of squeezing into beautiful gaps without realizing it, when she wasn't paying attention, she hid and slipped into the gap between the sofas, and couldn't help herself and offended the newly dispatched 300-pound senior executive of the Toyokawa Group.

Her part-time equipment career came to an end.

I am average in study, average in sports, and average in appearance (I think).

She is planning to look for a new part-time job in the recruitment section of a magazine to satisfy her interest in equipment.

Now I feel the unbearable high pressure in the class.

The sunshine outside the window was different from the previous one, but I couldn't feel any warmth. It was like the end of the world.

In the dead silence that no one was willing to interrupt, the students of Class B, second year of Hanedaoka High School, all lowered their heads, trying their best not to look directly at the chaotic scene in front of the podium.

It was as if the world had stopped breathing, with only the sound of heartbeats echoing softly.

The well-known weirdos in the class - the aloof singing girl, the wildly blooming purple flame rose, and the unapproachable ice beauty Minato Yukina.

Now he is arguing and talking back to his teacher as if he has drunk fake alcohol and is drunk.

She was like a rock band celebrating a victory party, drinking more than ten bottles of good wine. After being abandoned by her teammates, she staggered on the street, her eyes blurred and with countless black lines moving in them.

Minato Yukina, who is usually cold and indifferent and difficult to approach, now has a pretty face full of disdain. She crosses her legs and uses a vocabulary she has never had before to ridicule and curse the poor teaching quality of the teacher.

The time is pushed forward three minutes.

While Yamato Maya was still struggling with the test paper and was about to die, Minato Yukina, who usually delayed until the last time to hand in the paper, stood up.

She quickly filled out the test paper with words written in mosquito-like handwriting, and stood up to hand it in when the invigilator wandered over to her.

After she handed in the paper, she still stood there crookedly.

He also criticized her for having too little blank space on the last big question on the test paper, forcing her to only write down two solutions.

The teacher was completely confused.

Minato Yukina started.

She denounced the school for wasting her time and bringing so much trouble to her life, and belittled its educational level as poor and incompetent. She could come up with nine ways to solve a simple problem, while the teacher could not even answer it.

This teacher, who was known for his strictness, harshness and old-fashionedness in his age group, was angered. However, Minato Yukina jumped up and down and neatly listed on the blackboard the final question of this test, which was extremely difficult, with 9 ways of solving the problem involving university and even later levels.

The teacher who was originally in charge of the junior high school department got angry because he was so depressed by a certain weirdo Wang that he became autistic and applied to move up a grade. The teacher who had originally been in charge of the class in the second year of high school got angry.

He took out a long-dusted dust bag from under the podium, blew away the dust, and took out the test paper that seemed to have been prepared for a certain day for a long time.

He started by challenging Yukina Minato with questions that he shouldn't be able to solve if he's a high school student aiming for a prestigious university without attending a cram school.

And this student is definitely among the bottom 50 in his grade.

He just pressed the test questions on the blackboard and began to write in a handwriting no bigger than a mosquito.

Because of the distance, Yamato Maya couldn't tell how it was written. But she could see.

The teacher's expression changed from calmness at first, to panic when he started writing, to paleness, and then to numbness and silence in the middle section.

Even her draft at the podium was blank! It was as if she had already memorized the answer and copied it down.

Perhaps she was not satisfied, so after she finished writing the test questions, she stood on the podium and answered them impromptu on the blackboard.

The chalk created a phantom in her hand. After she had densely listed the complex number formulas, only the end of the chalk was left that could not reach the tip of her little finger.

The writing speed is as fast as a swordsman gathering strength to draw his sword.

Raise the knife, put it away.

The enemy is ashamed, I will take off his clothes!

When Minato Yukinaru swung the bladeless chalk towards the teacher, he crushed the chalk and snapped his fingers.

The invisible wind pressure exploded in the classroom

It's not an adjective, it's really a whirlwind that seemed to dance with the snap of fingers, and it blew into the classroom through the hidden classroom door.

The wind was so strong that everyone covered their faces with their hands to prevent the test paper, which was less than half completed, from flying away.

What…what is this! Magic! Magic?

Yamato Maya couldn't tell whether the solution was correct or not.

But judging by the teacher who was blown to his knees by the strong wind and turned into ashes and burned, it must be true.

Like a victorious general, she squinted her eyes and smiled foolishly, taking swan-like steps and swaying out of the classroom.

Like a butterfly that had lost its balance, it stumbled, as if a gust of wind would blow it over. It slid along the corridor as if on ice, stumbling towards the faculty office.

Yamato Maya raised her head tremblingly, wondering what was going on. Her glasses were caught by the wind, hanging on her earlobe, and then fell off due to gravity.

Her glasses fell to the ground and she bent down to pick them up.

A purple butterfly flew past her eyes.

And when Yamato Maya, who was sitting in the second to last row by the window, looked out the window.

The window was not open.

It must have been blown in from the door by the wind just now.

Yamato Maya thought so.

Look, no one in the first-year high school classroom knew about the disaster that happened in that distant second-year high school classroom building.

The school bell rings outside the window. It is a happy moment for Japanese students. Not including club time, classes are over before four o'clock.

The teacher of the last class of the day took a call and left in a hurry, switching to self-study. He had said he would be back in a few minutes, but he was nowhere to be seen until the bell rang.

Mei Zhulan once again picked up her guitar bag with a heavy heart, and sighed as she looked at the empty seat next to her.

He hasn't come to class for two days.

Ever since that interrupted date (she thought) and getting into the black Maybach, she had rarely seen Xian Juangan these days.

At the door of 1-A's classroom, as usual, her four bandmates were already waiting for her at the door.

They cleaned up faster than I did.

After all, there wouldn't be a situation where former bandmates would put on a sour face all day after school, pretending not to know each other and never interact with each other, and then be blocked by others at the school gate and told to reveal who one of their bandmates was because they didn't know her.

After a few sighs about which teacher was the strictest and whose class was best for slacking off, the five of them headed towards the school gate.

Lan walked at the edge, somewhat absent-mindedly.

The other four people were no longer surprised. At first they thought it was something else, but it turned out to be the lovesickness period.

Although it is not the same as before, but maybe in the future it will be the same as before.

I appreciated Lan's expression, which I don't usually see, and felt very satisfied.

"Lan, are you okay? The live show will start the day after tomorrow." Ba spoke first

"Well, it's okay, Ran. Didn't he already promise to go see him? Cheer up," Fei Mali comforted Mizukuri.

“…The day after tomorrow…” Mizukami felt warm inside.

After the performance the day after tomorrow...

You don't think I'll be so gentle to Sayo, right? (Significant)

After all, it is the first year of the country, and the biggest advantage is.

As for the drummer, he wasn't as valuable as he was in the third year of Bang.