Although, just tell me if it’s rock and roll enough!

“Why can’t a band have two guitarists?”

The room had poor soundproofing, and the noise from their quarrelling passed through the wall panels, immediately causing a barrage of scolding from the neighbors.

"Noisy!"

"terribly sorry!"

Haimingli light speed slide.

Seeing that the abstract young man didn't believe her, the girl quickly took out her phone and played a performance for Hai Mingli, "Look, aren't these two guitarists performing?"

Hemingway: ...

He snatched the girl's phone and pointed at it: "Is this a guitar?"

"What else?" the girl argued.

"This is clearly a bass!" Hemingway shouted, "Your guitar only has four strings, right?"

My goodness, you can’t even tell the difference between guitar and bass, and you still want to form a band?

"It's so noisy!"

I'm so sorry! Hai Mingli continued to slide on his knees.

"Hey hey hey... what is that... it turns out to be a bass... I thought it was a guitar, I was thinking I would stand in the front and mmk would stand in the back, and the two of us would perform together."

After realizing that she had identified the wrong instrument, the girl scratched the back of her head in embarrassment. What? It turned out that she had made a mistake.

"Hey! How can there be two guitarists in a band? If so, please slap me in the face!"

The girl's arrogance was suppressed, and Hai Mingli quickly asked while the iron was hot: "What position does this new player play?"

The girl puffed her lips and said unconvincedly, "Drummer."

"Drummer, lead singer, guitarist, there's nothing wrong with this combination."

Hai Mingli patted the girl on the back, "What's wrong, don't you like this drummer?"

"Kind of."

What's there to dislike about this? Hai Mingli was puzzled. The girl was kidnapped by mmk yesterday at noon, and the team was established yesterday afternoon. The team photo was sent to Hai Mingli at that time. It was only about a day. How could the girl hate that guy so much?

Hai Mingli recalled the picture. The black-haired JK girl in the photo was very lively. She sat between MMK and Rencai, hugging the two girls tightly with her hands... She didn't look like someone who did anything bad.

"..."

The girl snatched the phone from Hai Mingli's hand, opened the browser and searched for something on it. The next second, the girl showed the contents on the phone to Hai Mingli.

Hai Mingli looked up and saw the words "Kyoto Arts School" written on his phone.

Ah, isn't it just a school? What's wrong?

"An Hemai is studying in this school. I checked and found out that this school does not accept students from outside. You must have connections in your family to get in."

The girl was indignant: "This girl didn't even think about forming a band with us, she just came in to have fun."

Yes, that's right, she must have just come here to have fun and definitely doesn't care about the band! The girl nodded frantically, as if to prove that she was right.

"Is that right?"

If what Rencai said was true, the girl was studying in this aristocratic school, then her motives for joining the MMK band are indeed hard to understand. After all, she has no shortage of money or connections, so why would she waste her time playing with a band that just debuted? Why not just find a big band?

The girl's expression was still indignant. Hai Mingli took the phone with regret. Then he looked at it and his expression immediately became as ugly as if he had eaten a fly.

"So... you're saying... I need connections to get into this school?"

What else? The girl sniffed. This guy joined the team with ulterior motives!

"...A purely vocational performing arts school that has no official name, no college or university degree authorization, and still needs connections to get in?"

Hai Mingli shouted again: "No wonder you don't need to take an exam to get in. You can go to a vocational training school if you pay money!"

"Did you know there's a grilled fish school next door? Going further next door, there's a courier school, and past the garbage sorting school, there's an electrical engineering school... Do these schools require exams?"

Absolutely amazing!

Seeing Rencai's confident look, Hai Mingli really thought that she was the daughter of some noble family and that she came to the band just for fun and didn't take it seriously at all. But after looking at the introduction on the official website, Hai Mingli knew that she had lost.

It seemed like it was a mistake to trust Rencai so easily.

"It's so noisy!" the neighbor next door shouted in protest. This is the nth time this has happened today!

Volume 1 Wow! : Chapter 143 Hai Mingli's Gravity Field

"I'm so sorry, I definitely won't do that again!"

Hai Mingli slid to his knees and turned to look at Rencai: "Don't worry, this guy shouldn't be a quitter or something, don't worry!"

"..."

The girl was silent. What else could she say now? Everything she could say was blocked by Hai Mingli.

"In short, as long as you have ideals and aspirations, and you have already formed a band, the rest of the journey won't be a problem."

Finding team members is always harder than anything else, Hai Mingli added.

"……understood."

The girl climbed up from Hai Mingli's small bed and was about to leave when Hai Mingli called her back.

"Um, did you see the letter I put under your door? It's been there all day. It might be something important."

The girl nodded and said, "I've got it." Then she left.

Go, go, Hai Mingli waved, see you tomorrow.

He picked up the guitar beside him, searched for background music on the Internet, and began training before the summer festival.

……

"Second Hand Rose is ready."

The room was dark and Hai Mingli turned off the lights. He wanted to create the atmosphere of a performance stage.

A burst of rapid drum sounds rang out from the headphones.

No problem.

Then, the sound of bass entered the headphones. Hai Mingli nodded again. After counting down four beats, he followed the rhythm and pressed the guitar strings with his fingers.

No problem.

How many seconds are left in the lyrics?

Hai Mingli counted a few seconds silently in his heart. At the end of the countdown, the sounds of drums, bass and guitar merged into one, and the young man began to sing the lyrics in an instant.

"You said you didn't want to come here, and I don't want to come here either..."

Sorry, sorry, Hai Mingli quickly turned off the drums and bass. It's over. Weren't we supposed to sing Ershoumeigui's song? Where did it go?

He wrote the song and played the guitar himself, but Hai Mingli clearly felt that there was something wrong with the performance - he was too nervous and even sang the songs he usually performed in the bar wrong.

It's over. I've put pressure on myself, sighed the abstract youth. When pressure comes, he tends to swerve from his words, and the more he swerves, the weirder they become.

For example, this time...he just sang a different song.

"..."

Hai Mingli is a social phobic.

Fortunately, when he usually performs in bars, the guests are mostly acquaintances, so he can be relaxed. But when it comes to performances, the crowds of fans below the stage are all strangers. Even if Hai Mingli is well prepared, his social anxiety will be pushed to the limit. He will probably short-circuit his brain and fall asleep on the spot.

Just like the girl named Goto Ichiri whom I met these days.

Just practice more. When the time comes, you can just put a few mannequins in front and stand behind them.

Thinking of this, Hai Mingli relaxed, then turned on the music again, ready to do it again.

First pass:

"She understands, she understands, I can't afford it..."

no no no...

Second pass:

"I bought all the explosives, but I still couldn't blow up the bunker he gave you..."

no no no...

Third pass:

"The darkness is like a huge rock pressing on my chest..."

……

Background music started playing. No matter how hard Hai Mingli tried to recall the lyrics, in the end, his fingers still brushed across the guitar, hanging helplessly in the air.

The background music continued to play, but at the same time, Hai Mingli was stunned.

All the thoughts in his mind were suddenly annihilated, and an inexplicable feeling of powerlessness hit Hai Mingli's brain. Yes, he knew what lyrics he was going to sing next, but when the words came to his lips, he shuddered and sang another song.

Awesome! Hai Mingli, are you usually like this on stage? We're not even on stage yet, why are you still nervous?

Feeling inexplicably relieved, Hai Mingli picked up the guitar again.

"You have a new message."

The phone rang, and Hai Mingli reached out to touch the phone tremblingly. A pop-up window popped up on the phone: [Are you training?]

I looked down and saw that it was a message from Suzumiya Ryunasaki.

Hai Mingli didn't want to say anything. He put down his phone and continued to pick up the guitar.

The screen was not turned off, and the girl continued to send a message. Hai Mingli looked at the girl's words and subconsciously wanted to close his eyes.

[Forget it, you are a social phobia!]

[When I first heard about the performance, I was still rehearsing privately. I kept singing the wrong words and my hands were shaking.]

[……come on]

"What's the point of you refueling? How about helping me to bear the burden?"

The abstract young man muttered to himself, but his skills did not diminish.

The pressure was too great, and the key point was that the pressure did not come from the outside. It was simply from himself. Before the performance even started, he was already worried about the performance.

What a bad atmosphere!

The girl was still chattering away, [If it really doesn’t work out, the new band is short of performances, we’ll just come back and focus on Second Hand Rose, it’s okay]

It would have been fine if these words hadn't been said. Once they were said, Hai Mingli felt even more stressed. The girl was talking about something very relaxed. The new band had contact with the organizer and must have signed an agreement privately. How could they just leave when they said they would? Who would compensate the girl for the loss caused by the breach of contract?

God knows that the girl still has to put so much pressure on herself. Hai Mingli reached out and picked up the phone to type: "Stop talking, stop talking. You guys take care of your own things. I will have no problem performing."

"I've performed so many times, how could I be afraid of the summer festival..."

[real? ]

"It's fake, very fake," Hemingway said as if jokingly, "but do you dare to let me continue?"

[…It would be best if you can continue to do it]

"That's not the end of it... I won't talk about it anymore. I'll continue practicing."

Hai Mingli turned off his cell phone, put his guitar aside, and then got up as if he had just woken up.

Don’t stress, don’t stress, it’s like a gravity field.

Hai Mingli closed the door and went out with the key.

……

"How wonderful! How wonderful!"

At the entrance of the convenience store, Hai Mingli grabbed an opened bottle of beer and poured it into his mouth, while his other hand loosely held a bag of beer, "Beer is the only thing that can solve all my problems!"

Finally, Hai Mingli thought of Kawaharaki Momoka, who was drunk and lying on the side of the road with a smile on her face.

Although sleeping drunk on the street is not a good thing, looking at the girl's appearance, Hai Mingli agreed - drinking can really relieve worries.

"The world of social phobia is saved..."

The abstract young man drank half a can of beer in one breath, then let out a long sigh of relief, his face full of satisfaction.

Beer is simply the greatest drink of mankind