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"What's going on? Why are you all staring at me?" asked Shiina Riki.

Chapter 6.1 MYGO!!!!! (k)

Shiina Riki glanced at Chihaya Aine with dissatisfaction. In fact, when she followed Shirakawa Haru into the rehearsal room just now, the girls in the rehearsal room were all looking at her.

She can't get angry with others, but she can with Chihaya Aine.

The mockery in Chihaya Aine's eyes was the strongest.

"I was just wondering why you've suddenly become so close to the chairman, Riki!" Chihaya Aine closed the rehearsal room door for Shiina Riki. "Also, that panda stuffed animal you're holding is so cute and furry. It feels good to the touch, right?"

"Thank you for the compliment." Shiina Riki touched the top of the panda doll's head and said in a way that even she herself was unaware of, "This is a gift that Shirakawa Haru bought me." She deliberately omitted the word "apology" before "gift."

Chihaya Aine looked at Shiina Riki with a confused look, and then her expression gradually became surprised.

At this moment, Shiina Riki felt like a child.

I ran away from home because I was wronged, but in the end I reluctantly returned home because of my family's call.

"We've all waited so long for you, Riki. Now we must take more time to look at you. What if you run away again?" The rehearsal room was very warm. Chihaya Aine walked forward and gently took off Shiina Riki's coat.

"Thank you..." Shiina Riki almost squeezed out the words from her teeth, and then she said: "You were training while I was away, weren't you slacking off?"

"When Riki was away, Aine was training there all the time. She was very serious." Takamatsu Deng stood up from his seat, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Shiina Riki.

She didn't know whether Shiina Riki was thirsty now, but she wanted to express her concern for her in this way.

"Deng, thank you." Shiina Riki took the mineral water and took a few sips symbolically.

"I'm already very familiar with the music score you brought me the day before yesterday. There will definitely be no problems during the rehearsal now!" Chihaya Aine raised her chin with a very proud expression. The white marks on her hands left by pressing the strings were also a symbol of her hard work.

"I have good news and bad news to tell you, Chihaya." Shirakawa Haru took off his coat and put it on the table in the corner, then took out candied haws and some other sweets to share with the girls.

Lenna had to take at least two of all the sweets, and Chihaya Aine tapped Lenna's back to signal her not to take too much.

Lena glanced at Shirakawa Haru and received a soft look in return. She then turned her gaze to Chihaya Aine, and Lena's plump cat lips curled up into a frivolous and provocative smile.

Chihaya Aine's cheeks puffed up with anger.

"Why does the chairman dote on you so much?" Chihaya Aine lost her temper. She asked Shirakawa Haru, "Chairman, what do you mean by good news and bad news?"

"Which one do you want to listen to first?" Shirakawa Haru sat next to Shiina Tatsuki and flipped through the music score that Shiina Tatsuki brought the day before yesterday.

Shirakawa Haru hadn't been to RING's rehearsal studio the day before yesterday, so he hadn't looked closely at the score, only glancing briefly. But when he compared it with the score he'd seen today at Hanasakigawa Girls' College, he knew exactly how much effort Shiina Riki had put into revising it.

Even though it was only one day apart, the parts that Rakuna and Chihaya Aine were responsible for had all been drastically adjusted, and were almost completely different from the original versions.

Lenai probably wouldn't mind this adjustment. After all, her playing skills were very sophisticated and she could easily create any melody.

But Chihaya Aine found it difficult to accept, so she said some excessive words to Shiina Riki.

"Hear the good news first. I like sweetness first and bitterness later!" Chihaya Aine pulled out a pack of wet wipes from her bag and distributed them to the band members. She wiped her mouth with the wet wipes, which left a faint pink lip print.

"After my careful explanation, Shiina-san has forgiven you and his impression of you has greatly improved - even I was shocked. It turns out that in Shiina-san's eyes, Chihaya-san is that kind of person..." Shirakawa Haru turned his body to avoid Shiina Riki's gaze.

"There's nothing I can do. Some people just speak without thinking. If I keep holding on to them, I'll seem petty." Shiina Tatsuki waved his hand.

Chihaya Aine immediately collapsed into a tearful expression, looking very moved. She gritted her teeth and said, "Ritsuki, who are you talking about?"

"Whoever feels offended, I'm talking about them." Shiina Riki narrowed his eyes. "Just so you know, I'm not talking about you."

"Really~hmm~" Chihaya Aine yelled and pounced on Shiina Riki, "I think you're talking about me!"

Shiina Riki gave two dry laughs without commenting.

Shirakawa Haru separated the two people who were fighting and said, "Chihaya, I just told you good news, but now I have to tell you bad news. I plan to compose a new song with Shiina, so the song you learned today may be invalid."

But don't worry too much. This time, Shiina and I plan to compose the music in the rehearsal room. If you have any difficulties, you can directly raise them and we will make changes on the spot.

"Okay~" Chihaya Aine looked a little discouraged. She stood beside Shirakawa Haru and sighed deeply, revealing her milky white fangs. Her face suddenly flushed, realizing that she was standing very close to Shirakawa Haru. The sigh just now was too heavy. Did her breath hit Shirakawa Haru's neck?

I just ate a lot of dessert. Will my mouth have a strange taste?

The outer shell of the candied haws is sweet, but the hawthorn inside is sour. It's a sweet and sour taste, like strawberry—would the chairman like the taste of strawberry? And then there's the milky aroma of dessert. Chihaya Aine's mind raced, and inwardly, she lowered her head in embarrassment, pinching the hem of her clothes, even wanting to quickly get away from Shirakawa Haru.

Chihaya Aine pulled over a stool and sat next to Shirakawa Haru. The light from the rehearsal room shone on her face, which was white and even transparent. The guitar in her arms was glowing softly, and the hair on her forehead that fell on the side of her face fluttered gently.

"Chairman, what are you looking at?" Chihaya Aine looked at Shirakawa Haru's profile, "You've been staring at this music sheet for quite a while."

"I'm thinking about how to recompose the music." Bai Chuan supported his chin and blinked. "I think it shouldn't be difficult in theory, but the specifics can only be determined after the music is actually composed."

"The chairman will definitely be able to help us compose a new song soon." Chihaya Aine was startled by Shirakawa Haru's actions. She felt like a cat startled by a cucumber. Any move of Shirakawa Haru would make her jump and her heart beat fast. "I believe in the chairman."

"Thank you, I won't let you down." Shirakawa Haru stood up and discussed the basic framework of the new song with Shiina Riki.

"The main structure doesn't need to be changed. The framework of Shiina-san's original score is already excellent. What needs to be revised are nothing more than some minor details." Shirakawa Haru pointed at the score that Shiina Riki had revised yesterday. The areas circled with red pen were all what he called minor details.

"Although I'm happy with your compliments, Shirakawa Haru, aren't you talking too much about subtleties?" Shiina Riki rolled his eyes and leaned against Shirakawa Haru without any hesitation. "Here, and here, you even changed this? This is my score? You might as well go to hell!"

"It seems like there are... a lot of changes?" Shirakawa Haru twirled a red pen in her hand. "Start with the big changes, then move on to the smaller ones, slowly trying to find the rhythm that best suits your band."

"Huh... I just don't know if that Wildcat guy will cooperate with us. If it were you, she would probably listen." Shiina Riki felt several gazes coming at her from behind. She turned her head suddenly, but only saw Takamatsu Deng's dazed face.

"Let's change it like this first." Shiina Tatsuki tried to recompose the music under the guidance of Shirakawa Haru.

After recomposing the music, Shiina Riki looked at it with satisfaction, thinking that with a talent like Shirakawa Haru's assistance, her composing efficiency had greatly improved. Changes that used to take her half an evening now took just over ten minutes. Once she had the broad outlines of the score down, whenever she was unsure how to fill in a certain part, Shirakawa Haru would always come up with the best revision strategy.

I have to say, this guy Shirakawa Haru is quite useful.

Unlike the help from her sister Maki, Shiina Tachibana could feel a sense of looking down from above when composing music with Shirakawa Haru.

If she was in a subordinate position when working with Maki, then when working with Shirakawa Haru, she was the guiding figure.

Shiina Riki really likes this feeling.

"I'm almost done with the revisions." Shirakawa Haru turned his head, "Shiina-san, why do you keep staring into my eyes?"

"I've finished my part. Now all that's left is yours." Shiina Riki snorted, "If you slack off again, I don't know when we can officially rehearse again."

"We can do it right now." Shirakawa Haru called over several girls in the band and asked them to return to their seats one by one. "Let's get started."

The rehearsal chamber music continues, and beautiful music flows from the girls' respective instruments.

Takamatsu Deng stood there, singing. His voice was clear and sweet, like the fine white sand on the coast. When it reached Shirakawa Haru's ears, he felt like he was stepping lightly on the beach with his bare feet. His footprints sank slightly, and tiny shell fragments and fine sand wrapped around his feet. He took a step and left a footprint. The sand flowed and caressed his feet, leaving a rough, soft, and smooth touch...

Shirakawa Haru frequently gave Takamatsu Deng an appreciative smile, and Takamatsu Deng also smiled back at Shirakawa Haru. Then, her voice became louder and louder, as if she wanted to take everyone to the sky.

Takamatsu Teru performs exceptionally well in the rehearsal room, she is a jet moving through the air.

For her, Shirakawa Haru's gaze is her fuel. As long as Shirakawa Haru is still looking at her, she can keep singing.

"She sang really well, although there are still many details that have not been handled well, but this is a child who was not born in a professional singing class. Even if she does not have enough skills, her emotions will carry her forward." Shirakawa Haru looked away.

Takamatsu Deng, who noticed that Shirakawa Haru was not looking at him, began to speak in a weaker voice.

Shirakawa Haru cast a glance at Takamatsu Deng, and her voice became high again.

After repeating this, Shirakawa Haru sighed and finally looked away.

Shiina Riki was keenly aware of the change in Takamatsu Deng's mood. Facing Shirakawa Haru's face, she cast a sharp look. Shirakawa Haru looked at Shiina Riki innocently. She wondered, why did you do such a thing to Deng, and yet you still gave her such an innocent look?

Chihaya Aine, who was standing next to Takamatsu Deng, seemed a little out of shape.

The score revised by Shirakawa Haru and Shiina Tatsuki was not particularly difficult for her, but her visual and auditory skills were not yet sufficient for her to correctly play a score she had only seen once.

Chihaya Aine made more than one mistake during rehearsal. As the mistakes gradually accumulated, her fingers began to tremble, and even her pressing of the strings became unstable. Various noises appeared when she used the barre technique.

"Stop for a moment." Shirakawa Haru clapped his hands and used his index finger to press against the palm of his other hand to make a "pause" gesture. "Chihaya-san, would you like to drink some water first?"

"Chairman... yes, I'm sorry..." Chihaya Aine stammered, knowing that the problem in this rehearsal had occurred to her again.

"Relax, don't be too anxious," Shirakawa Haru said. "You're not going to perform next week. You can play slower during rehearsal. Everyone will be waiting for you. The important thing is to keep the rhythm right. You can gradually increase the speed."

"Okay." Chihaya Aine nodded. Feeling dry in the mouth, she took the water handed to her by Shirakawa Haru and poured it into her mouth. She drank very quickly, the skin on her throat trembling slightly, and water stains slid down the corners of her crystal lips, falling from the round lines to the inside of her collar, wetting a large piece of cloth, like blue ink gradually spreading in clear water.

Baichuan Qing looked away at the right time: "Pay attention to your collar."

Chihaya Aine only noticed that there was a wet spot on her collar after she finished drinking half a bottle of water. Although nothing was exposed, she couldn't help blushing in front of the boy she liked.

Seriously, why am I always so impertinent in front of the chairman? Would he even like a girl like me? The candied haws he brought today were delicious, the dessert had a rich milky flavor, the leather jacket he wore was classy, and the gentle look he gave me was lovely... In short, everything about him was great!

Chihaya Aine recalls the night when Shirakawa Haru defended her.

Shirakawa Haru was wearing the same leather coat he was wearing now. He and I sat on the steps of the park, handing me a bottle of soda. I drank it quickly and eagerly, and predictably, I choked. Afterward, I talked to Shirakawa Haru about why she wanted to escape and why. He sat beside me, listening quietly, like a turtle swimming leisurely in the ocean, or a blade of grass that survived with occasional watering.

Now Chihaya Aine wanted the turtle to move more and swim with her farther. She also wanted to water the grass until the soil on which it depended for survival was completely soaked.

Failure is not important, mistakes are not important, she just needs to ensure victory in the end.

She still has a lot of time and a lot of opportunities. It is now around eight o'clock in the evening. The moon outside the window will not set for a long time, and the sun will not rise for a long time. The night is still long, and there are still many tomorrows.

Chihaya Aine took a few deep breaths, feeling the speed of her heart beating in her chest.

"Chihaya-san, Shiina-san and I have made the following adjustments to your section of the music..." Shirakawa Haru had just fiddled with the sheet music for a while before printing out a few copies outside the rehearsal room. "In short, we're going to slow down the tempo and use a more rhythmic melody."

"I understand." Chihaya Aine nodded, and kept jumping her fingers on the frets to train them, relax them and enhance their flexibility.

Now Chihaya Aine has developed this way of training. As long as she still holds the guitar, she will climb the frets and play the open strings as soon as she has free time, and play the entire octave several times in order or in reverse according to the pitch.

"Shiina-san and Nagasaki-san, you both performed very well in rehearsal, so there are almost no changes in the score, but I still made some slight changes to make the transitions between the whole piece smoother and more natural." Shirakawa Haru handed out new scores to the two of them.

"Hey, guy, is this really your first day in composing music?" Shiina Riki widened his eyes and couldn't help but sigh at the completeness of the music score in his hand.

"Well, this is indeed my first day composing music," Shirakawa Haru said. "I still have some reference books to read, so there are a lot of flaws in my composition. I hope Shiina-san can point out my problems and correct them."

"Tsk!" Shiina Riki rolled his eyes speechlessly.

She had such talent on the first day of learning to compose music. Shirakawa Haru's talent was something that Shiina Riki could never catch up with. But when she thought about it, such talented people were serving her, the sense of inferiority that was about to grow in her heart was immediately covered up by a kind of sweet joy.

Why bother with so much? If Shirakawa Haru dares to show off his talent in front of me in the future, I will pressure him when composing and not give him a good face! Shiina Riki thought, holding the drumsticks and angrily hitting the snare drum a few times, and then happily hitting the hi-hat.

"But Shirakawa-san, why didn't you fill in some notes in the score?" Nagasaki Suyo asked with a gentle smile.

Ever since Shirakawa Haru came to her house that day, she has been wondering when Shirakawa Haru would come again.

Nagasaki Suyo has never forgotten the aroma of beef rice bowl she smelled that night. It's a flavor you don't get from takeout, and her mother couldn't make it. She's been working overtime lately, always falling asleep when she gets home, and she cooks all her meals herself.

Nagasaki Suyo was unable to cook meals that would make her feel the warmth of home. She vaguely knew that this warmth and happiness could only be obtained from others. She was not a giver, but a taker.

Nagasaki Suyo didn't know these concepts before. She could have lived in chaos like this, but she met Shirakawa Haru, a man who could give her the warmth of home again.

What exactly does the so-called sense of warmth consist of?

It's the aroma of chopped green onions in the beef rice, the patch covering the wound, the warmth that keeps the house from being freezing cold at night, and the knot on the apron and the traces of detergent...

Nagasaki Suyo looked down at the band-aid on her finger. The wound underneath was healing and she felt a tingling sensation all the time... This wound was reminding her of her desire.

Xiangzi...I won't let you be sad anymore.

Nagasaki Suyo lifted the wound patch and touched the scabbed wound. The rough texture of her nails made her more and more fascinated.

"Those blank bars are for you to express yourself freely," said Shirakawa Haru. "This is our band's composition. Besides Shiina and I, everyone else's voice is also necessary."

"I, I don't know how to compose music..." Takamatsu Deng walked behind Shirakawa Haru. Her steps were a little hesitant, like a penguin swaying from side to side.

"I'll teach you..." Shirakawa Haru flipped through a reference book and pointed it at Takamatsu Deng. He comforted her, "It doesn't matter if you can't learn it. Just tell me what you want to sing, and I'll complete your part of the music for you."

"Okay, okay!" Gao Songdeng's expression was still a little confused, but his eyes revealed full of surprise.

Although she was confused, she did not hesitate.

Takamatsu Deng firmly believes that Shirakawa Haru is the one who can understand her inner feelings.

"I want to compose music too?" Le Nai had gotten in front of Shirakawa Haru without her knowing when. Her head was against his chin, pressed against his body. Her silver-white hair was too dazzling, causing Shirakawa Haru to squint slightly. "Alright."

Lenai scribbled a few random strokes on the score, using symbols that were completely inconsistent with the standard and even got the beat wrong.

Shirakawa Haru patiently asked Lena to recompose the music, but she repeated it several times and it was still the same. The score was full of wild and illogical lines.

"Do you want to... put a collar on me?" Lenai said.

Le Nai slipped out from in front of Shirakawa Haru and scurried aside, still keeping close to him. Her two-toned eyes seemed to be hidden behind two clusters of roses. A gentle breeze blew, the fragrance of flowers filling the air. Le Nai's eyes were filled with flowers, their stamens facing him. Her eyes were more lovely than two flower gardens, more gentle than them, like the two moons rising and falling on Lake Baikal at dusk.

"Yes." Baichuan Qing nodded, "I'll put a collar on you, but only half of it. You can run away if you want."

"You won't be able to run away if you put it on." Le Na tugged at her collar, revealing her fair skin, shimmering with the color of spring snow, making it impossible to look at her for long. She looked at Shirakawa Haru with an unfathomable expression on her face. "I definitely won't run away if you put it on."

"Let's compose the music." Lenai closed his eyes. "You definitely know how I would compose the music, right?"

"Yes." At this time, even someone like Shirakawa Haru knew that he couldn't give Lenai the same answer as he gave Chihaya Aine.

Le Na wants a definite answer, and Shirakawa Haru must give her a definite answer.

He took a pencil and wrote quickly on the music score.

Shirakawa Haru filled just a few short passages with a lot of gorgeous and jumping rhythms - repetition, modulation, retrograde, wide intervals, rapid note changes, syncopated rhythms and dotted rhythms are all reflected in this passage.