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

"Saku...?! Why would Mio-senpai call a boy so intimately?" A girl with short brown hair got up from the ground in a daze. In her blurred vision, she saw the strange boy sitting next to the 'high and mighty goddess', chatting and laughing with her.

"We are not suspicious people! We are members of Mio-senpai's fan club!" The other girl with long black hair was relatively calm. She bowed calmly and respectfully took out the red membership card with a photo of Akiyama Mio, which symbolized the membership of the fan club, from her skirt pocket.

"Mio-senpai's fan club?" Wei, Ritsu, Azusa, and Tsumugi looked at each other, seeming to be thinking about something.

"So you're a member of the Akiyama Mio fan club~" Mochizuki Saku said in a long tone, and looked at the short-haired girl. I always felt that her gaze was very dangerous...

"Oh~ I was about to forget about that thing!" With a crisp bang, a good sound means a good start. Akiyama Mio was hit hard again and lay on the table listlessly.

"I didn't expect the club still exists," Hirasawa Yui suddenly realized.

"Yeah, I thought the Sogabu disbanded after graduating."

"That's what I want to say. Not only is the club still alive, but it's also very popular among the junior girls. According to Manabe-san, the number of members has increased significantly recently."

Mochizuki Saku sighed nostalgically, and under the gaze of the girls (except Teacher Sagako), the devil in his heart smiled an evil smile.

"......Who...are you? Why do you know so much?" The junior schoolgirl was shocked and took a breath of cold air. Even her gaze towards Wang Yueshuo gradually became serious and a little fearful.

"Oh, I never thought that just because I haven't been on the club forum for the past two or three days, the newbies have already forgotten my glory... It's really sad and lamentable."

He wiped away the fake tears from his eyes sadly.

"Could it be that, Masaka! I am really a woman who has failed to recognize a great man. Could it be that you are the mysterious vice president who is rumored to be so powerful in cooking without showing off your talents?"

"Oh, that's right, I am the vice president of the Akiyama Mio Fan Club!"

Mochizuki Saku greeted the admiring gazes of the junior schoolgirls and nodded with satisfaction.

"Vice President, please give me an autograph!" The schoolgirl excitedly handed over a small notebook.

"Okay, okay." The smiling vice president quickly fulfilled the little fan's wish. If you didn't know, you would think it was his fan club.

Mochizuki Shuo: It seems that it is possible.

After the misunderstanding was resolved, the two schoolgirls were specifically warned by Mochizuki Saku and Akiyama Mio not to reveal the identity of the vice-president. They happily said goodbye and left in small steps.

"Um, who is Sogabe-senpai?"

Azusa Nakano, who was not a third-year student, finally found her chance and weakly raised her hand to ask a question.

"Ah, after all, Azusa-nyan wasn't there at the time. Sogabe-senpai was the president of Mio's fan club and the former student council president of Sakuragaoka Girls' High School. She's very famous."

Hirasawa Yui explained.

"Really? It's been a long time since then..."

"Since then?"

A nostalgic smile appeared on Tianzhong Ritsu's face, and his whole body was shrouded and reflected by the yellowed photo filter in the old story. His golden eyes flashed with the afterimage of memories of the past.

The girl sat on a wooden chair, silently lit a Pokey for herself, and reminisced about the past.

"Yes, it was before the graduation ceremony. I remember it was in early spring in March. On that day, Mio-chan was also very scared of being stared at by others. I couldn't stand it anymore and I suggested that she go to the student council to discuss it."

Thinking back to those days, I was in my prime, full of vigor and vitality, and then I plunged into the broad embrace of the light music club, and met everyone in the light music club and the contrasting cute stalker student union president. Thinking about it now, it was really fate.

"Is that so? And then what?"

"Stop daydreaming..." Akiyama Mio glanced idiotically at the law team who were immersed in fantasy, and speechlessly revealed the bloody reality.

"Because no one was seriously worried about me, I went to the student council to discuss it myself. This is the correct reality. The memory in Lu's memory completely beautified herself. Haha, I don't know in which parallel universe she can become mature and stable."

"It was at that time that I first met Sogabe-senpai."

Akiyama Mio sighed worriedly and told the truth of the matter.

"This is how the two of them met, but Mio-chan had no idea of ​​the fate that awaited them after that. Ah, it hurts!!!"

After being hit by a tough hand knife, Tianzhong Ritsu was forced to give up the commentary.

"Don't add twisted drama without permission! Come on, where did you get this shojo manga from?!"

Akiyama Mio scolded shyly.

"But...it is indeed a meeting of destiny." Wang Yueshuo crossed his arms, recalled what happened at that time, and couldn't help but smile.

Akiyama Mio rolled her eyes at Saku, staring at him for a few seconds with a "why are you like this?" look, and explained with a headache:

"That is... the fate of a certain perverted senior who stole from her employer and became an 'evil fate'."

In the simple and plain classroom, the warm sunlight of early spring slanted through the window, leaving mottled and fragmented light and shadow. Senior Sogabe calmly smoothed her long, smooth hair in front of her chest, slightly tilted her cheek, squinted her eyes and looked at the confused Manabe Kazu, half of her face hidden in the shadows, and half of her face exposed to the sun. She spoke seriously:

"Manabe-san, can you tell the Discipline Committee about this later?"

"I see."

"Well...well...it doesn't have to be like this..."

The girl with long black hair didn't expect things to develop to such a serious situation. She waved her hands hurriedly, trying to reject the senior's kindness.

"It's okay. The students in our school are in trouble. As the former student union president, I saw it, so I can't just pretend nothing happened~"

Sogabe Megumi smiled calmly.

"But... who would be following Mio-chan?"

"Will it be a fan club or something like that...?"

Sogabe-senpai probed vaguely, her profile in the shadow seemed to become calm and stern, staring closely at Akiyama Mio's lips, hoping and unwillingly wanting to get an answer from her mouth.

"This...this kind of thing...is not allowed."

"Indeed, even if you are a fan, following someone is not allowed."

"But I feel like the senior is very familiar with the Light Music Club. Not only does she know that our club's black tea is delicious, but she also knows my name... or something like that?"

The black-haired girl keenly sensed that something was wrong.

"Eh...haha, these things were told to me by Manabe-san. After all, you know, the light music club is very famous in school, right? And so on..."

The senior with long brown hair slowly broke out in a cold sweat.

"Wait, Senior."

Detective Akiyama Mio felt that she had comprehended the truth, and she grabbed the enthusiastic senior who was about to leave first, but this pull allowed the girl to obtain the most important evidence.

A membership card of Mio Akiyama's fan club, with the number No.0001, the exclusive number of the distinguished president.

"Then the student council president is the culprit. No wonder Mio-senpai said it was a bad fate, and Mochizuki-senpai said it was a 'fateful meeting'. It's true. There are witnesses and evidence. The culprit is right in front of us~"

Azimiao took a sip of red tea and smiled brightly.

"Also, to congratulate Sogabe-senpai on her graduation, four beautiful girls from the Sakuragaoka High School Light Music Club specially prepared a LIVE for her. The audience was only her classmates and the president. It was a special performance."

Mochizuki Saku added.

"Was Senior Mochizuki there at that time?" Azimiao asked curiously.

"Of course... I also got this No.0003 membership card at that time, although my senior sister reminded me of a lot of things to pay attention to..."

As if by magic, the boy pulled out a membership card from his shirt pocket and pushed it among the girls, his face full of pride.

"Nakano Azusa Fan Club Membership Card No. 0001, President Mochizuki Saku?"

Before Ah Zi Miao finished reading, she stammered and was unable to speak. Her face turned red and she shyly glanced at the boy who felt like he was falling into an ice cellar. Her head seemed to emit the sound of a whistling train.

Akiyama Mio slowly cast a murderous look.

"Um... Is there a possibility that this is fake? Well, I know no one will believe it! Red Bean Paste Private Marseille!!!"

Mochizuki Saku immediately bowed and apologized, and almost stepped over the dogeza and took the final step of committing suicide by seppuku.

"Do you... have anyone else's fan club membership card?"

The sinister voice of the girl with long black hair sounded like a devil from hell, coming to claim Wang Yueshuo's life.

"......Hey, guess?"

"You'd better go to hell!!!"

Chapter 62 The rainy day disappeared, I really want to get wet again

It rained heavily on Friday.

Under the gloomy sky, the torrent of raindrops pouring in from the sky made the glass, umbrellas, branches, and fallen flowers make banging sounds. Different raindrops collided with each other in the air, shattered, and turned into smaller and more scattered droplets, leaving fleeting, mottled traces.

Goto Ichiri hid under Mochizuki Saku's big black umbrella, clinging to the boy's shoulders obediently. The damp vapor in the air hit her face, and the girl's expression seemed to be beaten down by the rain. She became depressed, with the corners of her mouth turned down, and she didn't look very happy.

Today was clearly the day of the much-anticipated performance, but my good mood ended quietly when I saw the gloomy sky outside and heard the crackling sound of rain.

It’s raining so hard that I’m afraid most of the people who bought tickets won’t come to watch. This result will undoubtedly cause unspeakable harm to the girls who have been training diligently these days.

Although they encountered many unreasonable and unchangeable things during the days of forming a band, they had to find ways to overcome any situation, but...it has to be said that they were really unlucky to encounter such uncontrollable things as the weather in their first battle after debut.

I hope they won't be discouraged when they see the deserted audience. Mochizuki thought to himself, looking at Pochi-chan who was puffing up her cheeks and sulking at the sky, and sighed softly.

The distance from the station to the stars in Shimokitazawa is not far and it only takes about ten minutes to get there.

Wangyue waited for a while and stood under the eaves of the corridor to shelter from the rain before he closed his black umbrella and pushed open the door of the live house.

When he opened the door, what caught the boy's eyes was Miss PA wiping her wet hair with a dry towel. Her long, soft, dark purple highlighted hair was wet by the rain and stuck to her face, making her already delicate oval face look even more fragile, like a lotus emerging from water.

Goto Ichiri looked around quietly and saw that everyone in the band had arrived, so he hurriedly walked down the stairs in small steps.

Kita Ikuyo rested her chin on her arms, looked at the message her friend sent on her phone with a dusty face, "Sorry, I can't go out to watch your performance due to heavy rain. I'm very sorry," and laughed bitterly.

"My parents are the same. They had originally agreed to let grandma help look after Erli, but because of the heavy rain, they were worried about Erli being alone at home, so they couldn't come..."

Goto Ichiri twisted her hands together and apologized with a gloomy face.

"It's the same with me and Liang's classmates. The audience has been reduced by more than half in an instant... Well, there's nothing we can do about it. It's really unsafe to travel in heavy rain."

Hong Xia sat dejectedly on the revolving bar chair, sighed, and quickly put on a cheerful and optimistic smile, encouragingly saying, "There's nothing we can do about it, just adjust your attitude!"

Mochizuki Saku glanced at Ichichi-kun, who was trying hard to keep himself together, and gave him a meaningful look.

Hong Xia really looks like a gentle and kind mother who dotes on her children. Does she already have subconscious "maternal instinct" at such a young age? Is it a habit she has developed from taking care of her "useless" sister for a long time?

Wang Yueshuo secretly glanced at Sister Xingge behind the bar and did not comment.

"Okay, but... I'm still so nervous..." Kita scratched his face awkwardly:

"Although I was very embarrassed, I felt relieved when I thought about how there were fewer people in the audience... This is very strange and twisted."

"Because there are fewer audiences, there are fewer people who can comment on the performance. I understand what you are thinking." Liang, who was lying on the sofa, nodded slightly, thinking that it was normal to have such a mentality and there was no need to worry about it at all.

"The low pressure makes me so sleepy, I'll take a nap first~"

Ryo informed lazily, waving his hand upwards.

Hong Xia rolled her eyes helplessly at her childhood friend who 'fell asleep immediately' and complained:

"Don't be like this. Unlike us, you really lack tension."

Leaning against the bar, holding a book in one hand, Mochizuki Saku casually closed the book, lowered his eyebrows, looked at the gloomy Kita, and said comfortingly:

“Life is a kind of rhythm. There must be light and shadow, left and right, sunshine and rain. The flavor lies in the twists and turns that change without being violent.”

"Just do your best. Show the audience your full potential and let them feel your rock passion on stage. That's the most important thing." Mochizuki Shuo put the book in his hand back on the bookshelf next to the wine cabinet.

"Rock is a kind of music that you feel with your body. It is a kind of music that uses low frequencies to resonate with the most primitive rhythm of life, digging into the rolling magma buried deep in the earth's core beneath the surface of the soul. At the same time, rock is also a way of expression, allowing the audience to resonate with the melody and rhythm you produce, and using music to stimulate the potential emotions in you and them."

"Why do audiences like to listen to rock music?" Mochizuki Shuo asked himself and answered it.

"Because rock music is simple, powerful and straightforward, especially its rhythm that penetrates people's souls, expresses the emotions of the singers and the audience, and allows them to find their inner satisfaction, let music comfort them, and regard music as their soulmate."

"So for me, the unique and precious feature of rock music compared to other music is the interaction between it and the audience."

Wang Yueshuo took a glass of boiled water, pushed it in front of the girl, and said softly:

"'Rock' means letting the 'audience' speak. You don't need to be too nervous. Even if you sing the wrong lyrics or can't keep up with the rhythm, so what? You have to empathize with the audience, make them crazy, and let their eyes shine with bright stars. Then the goal of our performance has been achieved."

Mochizuki Saku's eloquent speech not only eased Kita's nervousness, but also attracted curious glances from other girls not far away.

Hong Xia ran to the back of the bar to find something to do, wanting to forget all the unpleasantness. She nodded thoughtfully, clenched her fists in front of her chest, and shook them up and down gently, as if to encourage herself.

Yamada Ryo, who was dozing with her eyes closed on the sofa, opened her eyes at some point. Under the dim light, the girl's amber-like flawless golden eyes seemed inexplicably cloudy.

Goto Ichiri, who was cleaning silently with a broom, seemed to have a gleam in his eyes. He looked at the boy's figure shrouded in the white flash light, speechless for a long time.

"Brother Mochizuki doesn't seem nervous at all..." Kita Ikuyo lay on the bar, resting her head on her soft arms, and muttered softly.

"Go through it a few more times, and you'll be the same... probably."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of raindrops and the creaking of a door suddenly rang out, echoing in the spacious live house. Then, a woman with a purple dangerous hairstyle poked her head out, looking a little embarrassed.