For the peace of the Lonely Band, please sacrifice yourself!

"I'm done eating."

After enjoying the delicious food leisurely for an unknown amount of time, Liang clasped her hands together, elegantly took out a tissue to wipe the oil stains on her mouth, and then naturally picked up the coffee that Wang Yueshuo handed to her and sipped it in small sips.

“It tastes fresh and bright, with a little bit of nutty flavor...”

"Mm-hmm, it tastes good, worthy of being a 900 yen coffee."

Ryo praised quietly.

"Right? When will you return the 900 yen to me?" Mochizuki Saku joked.

"Didn't you invite me here?"

Yamada Ryo asked without hesitation.

"It's not impossible to treat you to coffee, but..."

"I agree to any condition."

Seeing Liang's answer without hesitation, Mochizuki Saku was stunned for a moment and laughed:

"Any conditions?"

The boy's gaze subconsciously fell on the girl's profile. Her white and smooth skin seemed a little unreal under the soft light. Her bright eyes looked into his eyes intently.

Yamada Ryo slightly turned sideways. The two of them were not far apart to begin with, and in the blink of an eye the distance was shortened to being very close. Under her dark blue long-sleeved shirt, she could clearly feel the boy's strong and slender arms under his red short-sleeved shirt.

He looks very thin, but he is surprisingly strong. No wonder he can carry such a heavy Roland battle axe. Yamada Ryo thought to himself.

The convenience of the Internet not only made it easy for Mochizuki Saku to find and follow the accounts of the four members of the band, but also exposed his account to the girls' sight.

After knowing that the new fan of Jiayi was Mochizuki Saku, Yamada Ryo quickly read all his updates and found out his YouTube account - Mochiduki. He is a well-known figure in the music circle. According to insiders, he has mastered the guitar skills of a master at a young age. Moreover, he can play more than just guitar, including bass, saxophone, piano, synthesizer, clarinet, etc.

I heard that he played the clarinet in the wind orchestra of Daijiyama Kita Junior High School in junior high school, and even entered the Kyoto Prefecture Competition in his third year of junior high school and won the gold medal, although he did not get the opportunity to advance to the national competition in the end.

"Well, any conditions are fine. As for that matter...if it's Mochizuki, I can accept it."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Wang Yueshuo quickly glanced at the customers around him. When he saw that no one was looking at him in surprise at the girl's shocking words, he slowly exhaled a breath.

He looked at the cold-hearted girl in front of him with a headache, and scolded her in a low voice: "Don't say such misleading words in public like this!"

And Yamada Ryo seemed to reveal a faint smirk because of the shyness on the boy's face.

"You said it first."

"Okay, okay, I was wrong. I'm sorry, okay..."

Wang Yueshuo was speechless for a while.

"By the way, how did you know I like Colombian coffee?"

"Ah, I've seen your updates on Line, which showed a ranking of your favorite coffees. By the way, you're going to post this stuff online. Is it useful?" Mochizuki Shuo said bluntly.

"It works, aren't you treating me to a free drink?"

Liang looked at him with amusement, and in the boy's eyes, "So it can be done this way", he cutely stuck out his cat tongue.

"What does Wangyue want to talk to me about?"

Yamada Ryo tilted his head and asked.

Finally back to the topic...

"I guess it's time."

"Time? What time?"

"When it's time for Yili to send you a message, check your phone. Did Yili send you a message?"

Liang obediently opened the screen saver and looked at the message sent by Goto Ichiri on Line. He glanced at Mochizuki Saku thoughtfully:

"Did you guess she would come to me?"

"Yeah, and she'll probably talk to you about the lyrics."

"..."

Yamada Ryo silently looked at the message sent by Goto Ichiri on the screen:

"Please, I'm Yili, can you help me look at the lyrics I wrote?"

Everything happened just as Wang Yueshuo expected.

"Why did you look for me?"

"Because you have a straightforward personality, people may think that you don't care much about other people's feelings..." Wang Yueshuo took a sip of coffee and made such a judgment.

"...Oh, I see."

Yamada Ryo quickly sent the address of the cafe.

Mochizuki Shuo went to the bar and ordered another sweet caramel mocha.

"I've known her for so many years, I know her too well." Wang Yueshuo sighed and looked at the faint ripples on the surface of the coffee:

"She wanted to gather the characteristics of each of you to write sunny, youthful lyrics, and write a song with cheerful lyrics that the audience likes to listen to and loves to listen to, and mainstream lyrics."

"But this is too difficult for her. Do you know what kind of lyrics she wrote when she was in junior high school?"

"It's full of negative energy, covering curses, sacrifices, death and other elements, and even heavy metal rock. Think about it, with such social phobia, can she write about the youth she wants to sing about?"

Mochizuki Saku thought of the dark history lyrics book that he had flipped through before, which seemed to be a special grade cursed spirit's notebook:

(I bought the materials for the scarecrow)

(Take action at 3:30 pm tonight)

(Five-inch nails white scarecrow)

(Put the hammer ready)

(There is no way to be liberated in seven days)

(Boom boom boom, hammering nails)

(.....)

(Curse one person every day and no one can escape)

(Shaking with fear, bala la la la la)

The boy spread his hands and closed his eyes bitterly.

"Indeed... it's hard to imagine that such a gloomy Pochi could write bright and cheerful lyrics. Such a thing... no, it's such a nightmare."

Yamada Ryo closed his eyes in empathy.

"Yeah, right? Besides...this isn't the lyric you wanted to see, right?"

Mochizuki Shuo turned his head and looked at the clean and refreshing sea-blue hair. In the girl's surprised eyes, he added:

"The lyrics that Liang wants to see are not those of a super popular band in the mainstream sense, right?"

"Eh...?"

"I've seen your previous band's performances. I think the songs you sang at the beginning were better. Although the band's skills were immature and clumsy at that time, and the lyrics were equally immature and frank, they made me feel endless vitality."

"The lyrics later on...the style is getting more and more pop, and the band's performance is the same, focusing on the stage effect. Although it looks very hot and the audience's response is also very enthusiastic,...it has neglected to hone its own skills."

"But that band has disbanded now. A band without bass has lost its soul."

“A band that loses its individuality is as good as dead.”

The boy's voice was so loud and clear that it seemed to sentence the band to death.

The blue-haired girl suddenly raised her eyebrows and stared into Wang Yueshuo's eyes intently.

"Did you... just draw this conclusion from watching the video on the Internet?"

She opened her mouth slowly and asked hesitantly.

"Uh... more or less."

Wang Yueshuo scratched the wall of the cup guiltily.

These insights are certainly not gained simply by watching videos.

In his previous life, he had seen many bands break up because of differences in song style. Especially after leaving school and entering society, band members who take band performance as a career will always come to this point - whether to choose to follow the crowd or continue to develop their individuality and make the music they like.

Running a band is expensive. Very, very expensive.

A band usually spends money first and then makes money, or it may disband before making any money.

In his previous life, Mochizuki Saku's band had encountered temporary difficulties due to lack of funds. If the drummer captain had not sold his Mercedes-Benz, which he had only driven for a few years, they would probably have disbanded, buried their instruments and dreams of music, and turned into unparalleled workers, toiling for a living.

Maybe when they are old and have a happy family, they will point to the band photos hanging on the wall, tell their stories of the past to their adorable grandchildren with a smile, and say warningly: "Playing in a band is a dead end!" Then they will laugh and recall with nostalgia the group of old friends who once got together.

Playing in a band doesn't make money or even loses money. Of course, this is not a phenomenon unique to China. Except for a few famous ones, most people who play in bands around the world do it part-time. There are only a handful of people who survive as a main career, and they are basically old people from the last era.

It's just that Hua Xia's bands have nothing to do with the right time, place or people. They just rely on their love and passion for music. They spend money, time and effort to release songs and make albums, but in the end, they just throw away the music with nothing - the sales are dismal!

"You must have liked that band a lot, right?"

"...Why?"

"Because in your previous band, you would sometimes smile from the bottom of your heart. I could see your passion when you played the bass, and the love hidden in your eyes."

"......"

"I'm becoming more and more curious about you, Mochizuki."

There was a long silence, and Ryo blinked cutely.

"Ha, what are you curious about me?"

Seeing that Yamada Ryo avoided the question, Mochizuki Saku naturally followed her and brought up another topic.

"Um, just ask whatever you want, I'll tell you the truth if I can answer it."

"So, Wangyue, is your family rich?"

.........

.........

Jingle bell~

"Ah, hey, how's business, boss?"

Goto Ichiri nervously imitated the lively tone of the "social bully" who was very good at chatting on the Internet. It seemed that the whites of his watery eyes could not be seen clearly, only a mess of black lines.

Such artificial behavior naturally attracted everyone's attention.

As a result, Goto Ichiri's body suddenly tensed up and he couldn't even walk.

"Pochi, here, here~"

In order to prevent Goto from doing something even more shocking in the future, Yamada Ryo waved his hands repeatedly to remind him.

"Eh, huh!? Why is Brother Shuo here too?"

Slowly sitting next to Mochizuki Saku, Goto Ichiri blinked his eyes in confusion and looked at Yamada Ryo.

Mochizuki Saku pushed the caramel mocha in front of the somewhat flustered girl:

"I was drinking coffee here and happened to run into Liang. I heard that you were going to discuss the first song, so I shamelessly continued to listen."

“Ah, so…so that’s how it is.”

Xiao Boqi nodded seriously, picked up the hot coffee and took a sip.

It has a slightly sour and sweet taste, which feels weird.

"Well, let me see Xiao Yili's masterpiece of youth, please?"

Wang Yueshuo stretched out his hand expectantly.

"Eh...ah, okay."

Goto Ichiri hurriedly took out the lyrics book from his bag, handed it to Mochizuki, and scratched his bangs in front of his forehead a little embarrassedly.

"......hiss!"

Not long after, Mochizuki Saku and Yamada Ryo gasped at the same time.

"Pochi, I personally think it's childish for a rock band member to use a signature like that."

"Indeed, I prefer the one with the little stars on it to this one."