Why play in a band if you don't form one for life?

Why play in a band if you don't form one for life?

Author: A red leaf

Summary:

[There is a lot of expansion, but the main content is still the emotional line]

"If you want to form a band, please be prepared to do it for life." This is what Wu Shizi, the young keyboardist who ended her band, declared.

“Right…right?” Yamada Ryo broke out in a cold sweat.

"Isn't that what a band is all about?" Kita Ikuyo didn't care at all.

"Of course...Shiko has already made an appointment with me..." Goto Ichiri said with a silly smile on his face.

"It's really good to end the relationship between the band members~" Kasumi Toyama couldn't help but sigh.

"This is absolutely abnormal!" Yusaki Ichigaya got goosebumps all over his body.

"Hey~ Arisaki, don't you want to be a popipa for the rest of your life?"

In contrast to the noise over there, Hikawa Sayo was quietly preparing for the performance. However, Hina kept disturbing her, making her feel uneasy.

All the members of RAS, who had just finished their performance, walked off the stage, and then the ending band came on stage.

Ai Cheng Hua Lian and others were present in the audience.

Shizi took a deep breath and placed his hands on the keyboard.

“The audience is looking forward to it.”

"Then, in the name of the stars—"

Fingers falling.

Play the first note for the eternity that begins from this moment.

Chapter 1: A Step Towards the Other Side

She fell from the tall tower, the sun was obscured by dust, and the strong wind was mixed with sand.

There was only the hollow sound of wind in my ears. The light from above was getting farther and farther away.

When will it end?

It may be the next moment, it may take a long time, or it may never have an end.

A hand grabbed her.

Ten hands grabbed her.

A hundred hands grabbed her.

Those hands grabbed her, held her, and became her shelter in this dark abyss where she was helpless.

She sat up suddenly, and was overcome by the early spring chill again, so she quickly shrunk back into the quilt. Only then did she realize that she could move again.

She was looking at the ceiling.

Strange ceiling.

Eh? Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?

Five minutes later, she stood in front of the floor-length mirror, staring blankly at herself in the mirror. She had long gray hair, egg-yellow pupils, and delicate skin. Apart from her slightly gloomy temperament, she was still a pretty cute girl overall.

But definitely not myself.

crossed?

She pinched her face. It hurt.

crossed.

The doubt lasted only a second.

Then the tsunami of ecstasy and happiness proved everything to her. She jumped up from the bed like an ancestor, screaming and rolling around aimlessly in the room. Reason temporarily gave way to boiling emotions, and she let this excitement control herself until she could calm down a little, lying on the bed, carefully observing her hands, the ceiling, the quilt, the floor, the bookcase, and everything around her.

crossed.

crossed.

It has started over again.

She stood up.

The books around me are all filled with kana. This should be Japan. I traveled through time and space here, so...

"(This is the second dimension...)" Her hand brushed across the book covers and finally stopped on the iron railings by the window.

The sun was too bright, so I squinted my eyes. Outside the window was a blue sky in the early morning. Of course, it wasn't bluer than the three-dimensional world, but it gave me a special feeling.

Hiss... Could it really be a little bluer?

Wow, that's not what I meant, but it seems like such a rare thought. Fortunately, I didn't say it out loud.

She turned around and scanned the room again and again, checking each item. As she did so, she remembered a little about the original owner. The original owner lived a simple life. The room was not big, only slightly more spacious than a university dormitory. There was no decoration except for a picture of a wild wolf. It did not look like the room was deliberately kept simple, but simply had no interest in decoration. There were a few books on the desk, and with the schoolbag thrown on the windowsill, there was an atmosphere of "I finally finished the exam so I will never open the book again." But she still picked up a book and opened it. There were three Chinese characters written on the title page:

Wu Shizi

Looks like a Seres. She thought. But the name is a bit strange, maybe it's a combination of the original naming method and local habits.

Wu Shizi taught herself Japanese, which made it easier for her to conduct the following investigation. More fragments of memory gradually appeared in her mind. It seemed that the original owner had moved here not long ago and was about to enter high school. He had no special skills, but his academic performance was just OK, so he was considered an ordinary person. He didn't know whether his parents were around, but according to the routine of time travel novels, he didn't need to worry about his parents. He didn't need to worry about his financial situation for the time being. In his memory, the original owner was most worried about the next school term.

I don't want to meet new classmates.

Don't want to socialize.

Ahahaha, same as me. Wu Shizi smiled bitterly and suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of closeness to the original owner.

However, the high school she was going to was called... Xiuhua High School? It seemed familiar - ah! The one that Pochi-chan went to!

Shuhua High School, the school in "Lonely Rock", is also the school where the protagonist Goto Ichiri, nicknamed Pochi-chan, attends.

She quickly found a computer, turned it on, and searched the Internet. After learning and adapting to the input method for a while, she found the "Guitar Hero" account opened by Boqi with great difficulty.

Clicking on a video, I immediately saw the familiar guitar and pink hair color. It is definitely not cosplay. The superb guitar skills in the video are genuine and definitely not something that can be achieved by ordinary imitations.

"Really..."

I don’t know if I’ll meet…

Wu Shizi's face was unknowingly getting closer and closer to the screen.

She clenched her fists. "I want to meet her!" Not only Pochi-chan, she also wanted to meet the other members of the End Band!

"Then, let's start over and learn music!" She not only wanted to learn a musical instrument, but also wanted to learn composition. She didn't want to be a plagiarist like the usual protagonists of time-travel novels, but wanted to compose her own music.

As an idol fan, she naturally wanted to buy a musical instrument like the one played by the girl in the band she promoted. After checking her current savings, she tried to search in her memory and slowly typed out the name on the keyboard.

A few minutes later, she exclaimed at the online shopping website: "It's so expensive!"

So, the short spring break passed with music textbooks, coffee and takeout boxes.

Spring is here, everything is reviving, and it’s time for school...ah, not school.

"So there's this on the road..." Wu Shizi was wearing her school uniform obediently, looking around in the tram station like a country girl who had just come to the city. She had traveled through time for so long, but she had never been here before.

The door closed behind her. She rode on a tram for the first time in her life.

It's just like that, almost the same as the subway, but a little more troublesome.

After getting off the bus and walking for a while, you will arrive at the gate of Xiuhua High School.

High school.

It was just like the start of any ordinary high school year, with a wide school gate, signs welcoming new students, and students running in noisily.

Cherry blossoms are falling, the sun is shining, and there is the unique tenderness and vitality of spring, which makes people feel happy just by looking at it... No way!

High school, high school! This nightmare-like term made her shudder. She shook her head, drove out the memories of infinite scrolling, and walked towards the crowd. There seemed to be a notice board over there. "The class list... is over there..."

The class table was already crowded with noisy students, forming an invisible barrier that blocked Wu Shizi from the outside. But standing at the back, he couldn't see anything at all. Wu Shizi could only resist this layer of pressure and move a little closer to the outermost layer of the crowd.

"Excuse me, excuse me..." Wu Shizi stopped behind the crowd, stood on tiptoe, and tried to find his name among the crowd. "Wu Shizi, Wu Shizi... Ah, here. Then classmates..." Wu Shizi's heart suddenly started beating. According to the routine, he should be in the same class with Pochi-chan——

She saw a name.

Then, the new students saw a strange sight——

Wu Shizi raised her hands high and leaped with the cherry blossom petals. (Note 1)

"Wuhu——"

Although no one turned around, she felt like everyone was staring at her. Feeling a surge of heat on her cheeks, she ran to a deserted corner. Once there, she began to vent.

"Wu-Wu-Pochi-chan-Wu--" She spun in circles, waving her fists and cheering meaninglessly.

"Eh?"

Wu Shizi turned around in surprise and saw a girl with pink hair, pink sportswear, and a guitar bag on her back, staring at her blankly.

It's Pochi-chan.

Wu Shizi's mind went blank for a moment.

Turn around.

Run away.

It's a good thing that another piece of black history has been added to my mind.

The first class of high school career is over.

The classrooms in high school are very similar to those in junior high school, the environment is similar, the atmosphere is similar... Goto Ichiri tried hard to remember everyone's name when introducing himself, but failed. As for his own self-introduction, it would be better to forget it quickly. However, he still wrote down the name of the person sitting next to him - Wu Shizi, after all, he is an international student and is more likely to attract attention.

When the class was over, Yili secretly glanced at Wu Shizi. It was just the first day of school, and many people in the class were already chatting familiarly. God knows how they know each other. Only he and the person next to him were lying on the seat, not contacting anyone. As for himself, he took out a music magazine and flipped through it casually, half-naturally and half-deliberately showing the cover.

“(Is there anyone who wants to talk to me…)” With these thoughts in my mind, I couldn’t concentrate on the contents of the magazine at all.

After looking at it for a while, she stole another glance. "(I think I've seen it before, where?)"

Wu Shizi glanced at the side secretly. "(So cute, Pochi-chan... I can't help it... I have to take another look...)"

Suddenly, she sensed something and turned around, meeting Pochi-chan's timid gaze.

The two of them quickly turned their heads back.

The two never looked at each other again that morning.

Lunch break.

"Hey, do you want to eat lunch together?"

"Yeah."

The students have already started to form small circles. The speed at which students make friends is always so incredible.

Wu Shizi also naturally took out two sandwiches from his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom.

I heard that you will be bullied if you eat alone in the classroom. Although passers-by in the second dimension should be relatively gentle, it is better to find a corner without attracting anyone's attention.

It’s not easy to find an empty corner on such a beautiful spring day, let alone compete with someone who is extremely familiar with the process of eating alone.

“Ah.” “Ah.”

At the corner of the stairs, I ran into a ball of pink hair.

"I'm sorry." Wu Shizi bowed deeply and ran away quickly. However, the next second, her head popped out from the corner again. She didn't dare to look straight ahead, nor did she dare to look elsewhere. She could only sway back and forth in confusion: "That...that..."

"Please... please go on..." Ichiri had already imagined the plot in her mind. Could it be that she had accidentally occupied the activity area of some club? Was it better to leave now...?

Wu Shizi finally mustered up the courage and blurted out, "Is it... Guitar Hero?!"

"Huh, huh?"

She she she she what did she say?

Yili almost couldn't hold the lunch box steady, and finally caught it: "I, I, that, no, that's not right, that...ah, ah ah..."

I didn't expect to be recognized by fans. Am I already that famous? Years of practice have finally paid off. I'm about to embark on the pinnacle of life, becoming a rock star and marrying a beautiful, wealthy woman...

"Uh... Bo... Goto-san..."

No, no, I have been maintaining a lively persona online. If she is now found out that “that guitar hero” is such a gloomy person, will she be disappointed and unfollow him? Then the news will spread from one person to ten, and then to a hundred people. Maybe she will get angry and everything will be ruined.

Wu Shizi witnessed with her own eyes how free human facial features could be. One moment her face was full of pride, and the next moment it was as if she had completely lost hope in life. She was so scared that she quickly dropped the sandwich that had been crushed at some point, rushed forward to hold her, and shook her hard.