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Deng felt like she was floating in mid-air, as if another kind of gravity was pulling her up into the sky. This city was full of desire, but Deng felt like she had nothing around her.

Or was there something really around her? Was the whole world fake, just a dream she had when she was alone and sad under the covers?

So is everything around her fake? Is it possible that real things don't exist?

some.

The only person she could confirm existed now was Shirakawa Haru, who was by her side, enjoying the neon lights with her.

"Ah...ah..." Her throat felt like something was stuck in it. It was so uncomfortable. Deng cleared her throat and thought, "I still can't sing. What a pity! If only I could sing something." "Cough...cough!" She cleared her throat and tried to sing something. Deng succeeded, but the sound was not much louder than the sound of a mayfly flapping its wings.

What's more, the singing is crooked and doesn't make any sense.

“In a tiny tiny tiny tiny cubicle.

There lives a whiny whiny whiny cowardly turtle.

In twenty thirty forty fifty sixty years.

My heart won't die no matter how hard I try.

Today is a lonely day.”

This is a song sung by Shirakawa Haru. He sang it softly at first, and then his voice became louder and louder, just like a Russian train in the past, speeding through the snow-covered ground in the wind and blizzard.

Is Baichuan Qing not afraid of disturbing others or disturbing the neighbors? He would say that he is not afraid. First of all, not to mention the height here, the hustle and bustle of life in the corridor alone is enough to drown out his singing. Secondly, even if it disturbs others, so what? I don’t care, I just want to hum, I just want to sing, I just want to sing like this vigorous and overwhelming, majestic and unstoppable singing!

"Deng, you should know about this kind of animal called a whale."

"Well... whales are a kind of..." Shirakawa Haru's singing stopped. Deng, who was listening to his singing, was a little confused, and then he was suddenly asked by Shirakawa Haru.

"Deng, don't talk yet. Let me tell you what I know about whales." Shirakawa Haru turned around, his back to the city lights, and whispered to Deng, "In the ocean, there are many creatures that rely on sound to communicate, but the only sound that scientists define as a 'song' is that of whales. In other words, in the ocean, only whales can sing."

"Whales combine a variety of low-frequency sounds into 'phrases'. When specific phrases are repeated, they become a kind of main melody. When the main melody is sung again and again, it becomes whale song."

"Whales use their songs to communicate with each other, and some scientific studies have even found that whales occasionally sing certain 'songs of the century', just like the tracks that humans inscribed on the Voyager Golden Record."

Shirakawa Haru turned his body again and shouted loudly towards the vast and boundless steel city.

Deng, who was standing next to him, was completely attracted by Shirakawa Haru's description of the whale's singing.

However, she already knew this knowledge, and she was attracted to it only because the person telling it was Shirakawa Haru.

"It's said that whale songs can be heard over a thousand kilometers away. In other words, each whale is a super-personal radio station capable of covering a small area of the Earth. Now that I think about it, I should be worried about the whales, because if one of them sings badly, it would be terrible."

Baichuan Qing's words ended here. He called Deng over and pointed out the stars in the sky to her one by one. When he had free time, Baichuan Qing would occasionally strengthen his extracurricular knowledge reserves.

Deng thought it was wonderful to have the same topics as the person who would be his lifelong friend.

"But now, because of human noise interference in the ocean, whale songs can no longer reach that far."

Gao Songdeng thought, you just said something that could arouse people's imagination about whales, but then you immediately said a fact that made me feel anxious and uneasy. Shirakawa-kun, what exactly do you want to express?

"The whales' songs can no longer cross such a long ocean like before... How pitiful." Gao Songdeng gently rubbed the Band-Aid with her plump fingertips. She should have cared about the whales at the moment, but she was thinking about her own affairs.

"Deng, don't you feel like a whale?" Shirakawa Haru folded his hands on the railing, with his chin resting on the back of his hands.

"Whales are lost because of noise, but what are you lost for, light?"

"I... am not..." When I was watching the penguins at the Sunrise Aquarium, there was a moment when I thought to myself that I wanted to sing. But why did I suppress that feeling?

I can't figure it out, but now I don't want it anymore and I won't escape it.

"It's okay if you can't figure it out. Escape is also a good idea. But what I want to say is," Shirakawa Haru moved a little bit towards the light, "the sky above this city is filled with all kinds of 'signals'. Perhaps somewhere higher than you and me, there are people watching us just like we watch the traffic below. Everyone is a hedgehog, and can only accept a certain melody. If you want to communicate with others, you must retract your thorns before them to avoid hurting others. Since you are not the transmitter of a certain frequency signal, if you want others to hear your voice, sing louder."

"Like those whales, whose voices can't reach far, sing loudly, sing hard, until you bleed from all seven orifices, until you turn to ashes. Has anyone ever said that to you, lamp? Your song is the cry of your heart. So scream it out now."

"Let the whales, bound in the ocean, fly high above this city of hedgehogs and noise, sweeping away all that noise!"

Shirakawa Haru began to beat the time of the lamp with her fingers on the metal railing, and then extended her hand towards the lamp.

“It’s encouragement from friends.”

"Hmm..." Deng grabbed the hand that was stretched out towards her, with such strength that Baichuan Qing suspected she could crush his palm. "Hu...ha..." She exhaled with all her strength, and then took a deep breath...

Tonight in Tokyo, all the whales, tormented by the noise and unable to sing, saw a scarred whale floating above the city and singing.

It was a sunny day.

Takamatsu Deng ran away because of a quarrel. She was given a whale band-aid and saw the injured penguin and had someone to snuggle with.

And the most important thing.

She made lifelong friends.

Chapter 40: A heavy blow must be struck!

Before saying goodbye to Deng, Shirakawa Haru specially treated Deng to a cup of coffee with milk in the coffee shop below the corridor.

Deng's voice was loud and hoarse when she sang in the corridor just now, like a dying person coughing up all his organs at the end of his life. He was really trying too hard. The lights came on, and the colorful lights shone on Deng's face, but they couldn't hide the blush on her face at all.

Even though Shirakawa Haru and Deng were already sitting in the coffee shop, he looked at the color on Deng's face that had not yet faded, and that hoarse but high-pitched voice kept lingering in his mind.

To be honest, it was hard for him to imagine how a small lamp could sing such a shocking song, but perhaps this was a manifestation of her talent. Her overly sensitive emotions brought her not only melancholy, but also a window to vent her emotions.

"Ah... so delicious." Deng held the coffee cup, sipping the hot drink from it bit by bit, humming with satisfaction from time to time. Occasionally, he would look up at Shirakawa Haru who was sitting across from him, "Shirakawa-kun, thank you... thank you for accompanying me to see the penguins, and for giving me the courage to sing loudly in the corridor... and the coffee you bought me was so delicious, really, really delicious."

For some reason, she felt that she was a little afraid to look at his face.

"No need to thank me. We are friends after all. It's my duty to help you." Baichuan Qing stirred the contents of his cup, turning the latte art into a white vortex. "From now on, you can just call me Qing, just like all friends in this world call each other."

"Okay... Qingjun?" Dengxian's lips moved gently, like the wings of a butterfly perched on a flower, then she became determined. "Yes, Qingjun... Qingjun... Qingjun." Suddenly she burst into laughter. "Qingjun, your name is really beautiful."

After Deng burst into song in the corridor, she was no longer afraid to express her feelings. Now thinking about it, she was really twisted before. She should have just expressed her feelings and problems. After being a whale once, she didn't want to go back to her old self. Even if the sky above the city was filled with vague noises, she could just sing through them. As long as her voice was loud enough, as long as her heart was sincere enough, then even if she was a lonely whale, even if the seabed was covered with layers of fences that her song could not break through, there would always be other "whales" who could hear her song.

"Your name is cute too." Shirakawa Haru showed a hearty smile and praised the girl opposite him directly and openly.

The lamp was taken care of, and Baichuan Qing felt that his next task would be much easier.

After all, Li Xi seemed to follow Deng Ma's lead. He could just be the boss of a band, using Deng to control Li Xi. As for Nagasaki Suyo... he couldn't solve Xiangzi's problem; it was their own business.

After all, it was Xiangzi's departure that led to the gradual collapse of the band. The most he could do was provide an opportunity for both parties to communicate.

The time of rest always seems too short, because in the warm light, the angle between the fingers forms a funnel or an hourglass, and time slowly falls and escapes from there, drop by drop.

"If there's nothing special about Deng, I'll go back first." Shirakawa Qing watched Deng finish the coffee in the cup, then stood up to pay the bill.

"Well... okay." When Shirakawa Haru finished paying the bill and stood up from the chair, Deng also stood up and smoothed the wrinkles on her skirt. "Then... goodbye?"

"Goodbye."

After saying goodbye to Deng, Shirakawa Haru took the cheap tram from the tram station, squeezed in like sardines in a can. When he returned home, he was tortured by his younger sister Yuki!

"Ta Ma's Shirakawa Haru, you're a disloyal brother, it seems you deserve a severe beating from your dear sister!" Yuki was furious as she watched Shirakawa Haru changing shoes at the entrance. This was more than just a disloyal brother. Now he was chatting with another woman while still on the phone with his sister. What he would do next was unimaginable. He had to be severely punished. "Confess and I'll give you leniency, resist and I'll punish you severely! Tell me, what did you and that little blind man do today?"

Looking at her brother changing his shoes at the entrance, Youxi walked around behind Shirakawa Haru and saw a big bag of snacks and comics he had placed behind him.

She thought in her heart, Shirakawa Haru, you still have some conscience. No brother would leave his sister aside to pick up other girls. If I had come out to remind you, would you still be prepared to make "lifelong" friends with her in the aquarium for one night? Although in your eyes, Shirakawa Haru, you are just friends with Takamatsu Deng for life, but can Takamatsu Deng think the same as you? You are lifelong friends now, but what about the future?

Yuki's eyes felt a little sore. In this situation, she didn't even realize her own emotions. She just felt that Shirakawa Haru had brought her snacks and comics, so she finally remembered her.

Oh, what a coincidence.

She said to herself.

Shirakawa Haru bent down at this moment, so his buttocks were facing Yuki behind him.

My brother has a raised butt, and I just happen to have a pair of legs.

Oh, how can there be such coincidences in this world?

Damn it, here I come!

A JUMP TO THE SKY TURNS TO A Yuki KICK!

Since you brought me snacks and comics, I'll make this kick a little easier!

In the end, Baichuan Qing was kicked away.

"Oh my god, Yuki, what are you doing? Didn't I bring you something because I was afraid you would be angry?" Shirakawa Haru lay on the ground covering his butt. Although he had discovered Yuki's intention early on, his body unexpectedly did not make any defense against her.

Even though this kick did not cause any damage to Shirakawa Haru's strong body, he always felt that he was kicked off the line by this flying kick.

"I'm going crazy. What do you want? Just do whatever you want!" Yuki carried a plastic bag full of things, put Shirakawa Haru's shoes in the shoe cabinet at the door, kicked his heel, and walked into the room.

Shirakawa Haru quickly went into the kitchen and fried two dishes. While Yuki was wolfing down the food, he explained to her his recent actions and the reasons behind them.

Is that really the case?

Yuki thought that although she had learned about her brother's recent activities related to the band through her contact with Chihaya Aine before, the information she got indirectly was ultimately different from what she heard with her own ears.

"Then you better be careful outside in the future. I will always watch you. Remember, always..." Yuki chewed the food in her mouth, then revealed a pair of sharp fangs, and her large chest squeezed out a beautiful shape with her arms in a chest-hugging posture.

Shirakawa Haru was already sweating coldly. If someone else had said that to him, he would have just laughed it off, but Yuki...

The entry of the modifier above her head is glowing...

Chapter 41: Life in Goto Ichiri's Eyes

What kind of person is Shirakawa-kun?

During the break, Goto Ichiri was lying on his seat thinking about his impression of Shirakawa Haru. First, he was the president of the student union of Hinomori School, then he was her classmate, and then he was her "deskmate" who was only across a small aisle from her... and then, and then there was nothing more. This was all Goto Ichiri's impression of him.

However, having said that, this is actually not all of Goto Ichiri's impression of Shirakawa Haru. What she is thinking about now is actually the relationship between her and Shirakawa Haru.

Yes, the relationship between Goto Ichiri and Shirakawa Haru was just that of being deskmates.

It’s not that Goto Ichiri doesn’t want to get closer to Shirakawa Haru, but she knows that her personality is destined to prevent her from making friends. So what efforts has she made so far to solve her troublesome social anxiety?

Playing guitar, making music, playing death metal music during class breaks, and filling the desk with CDs of various bands...

Then again, Shirakawa Haruto lived up to his name, truly like a sun. Goto Ichiri turned his head, burying his face closer to Shirakawa Haruto, then raised his head, letting his long pink hair cover his neck.

She opened her eyes, and a white light suddenly appeared in the tightly closed dark world. It was a bit like the light that shone from the room to the corridor when she opened the door at home at night to sneak out some snacks. It must be the narrow door.

André Gide's "The Narrow Gate," a book about rational and tragic love, might seem forced to some, but she disagrees. She discovered the book and its story through a song called "The Narrow Gate." Through the song, she realized that the hero and heroine in the novel are like herself, trapped in a cage that others struggle to empathize with.

Perhaps it is a bit of an exaggeration to describe her social anxiety in this way, but this is indeed what she thinks.

The smiling face of Baile, who was writing non-stop in Shirakawa Haru's hand, suddenly paused, then turned his head and suddenly looked at Goto Ichiri...

She was so frightened that she was trembling all over. The first thing she did was to lower her head and bury her face in her arms. Her small ears were hidden in her pink hair, and the small yellow and blue square ornaments on her hairband also shrank and bumped into each other.

Goto Ichiri felt someone approaching him, and then seemed to put something on his desk. After doing all this, the person left as light as a cloud, as warm as the sun.

After a long while, she finally dared to look up and around. She found a bottle of milk on her desk, with a piece of paper underneath. The handwriting on the paper was very upright and elegant, and a strong sense of youthful pride emanated from it.

"Goto-san, you look a little unwell. I have some milk I brought from home. If you don't mind, please take it."

There was a simple drawing of a guitar and the words "Guitar Hero" on the note.

If she raised her head a little more, she could see that Shirakawa Haru's sitting posture had changed a little. She had been observing Shirakawa Haru for some time and knew that he usually didn't move much when sitting on his seat, just like the golden rooster with peeling paint on the Golden Pavilion in the painting. Unless he had just sat down for a while, Shirakawa Haru would slightly change his posture.

In fact, I am a little envious of Shirakawa Haru's horse racing girl.

In Goto Ichiri's eyes, the interaction between Shirakawa Haru and Oguruma is like the best pairing in the world. They will sweat on the court, letting tears, whether sour or sweet, fall down their skin that is slightly hot from the scorching sun. The name of the light reflected by those tears is probably the so-called youth.

She also wanted to stand in the sun.

Shirakawa Haru is a very special boy. He's handsome and tall. He has many fans in Hinomori, with men idolizing him and women considering him their dream lover. He's also the academy's chief executive, serving as the chairman's chief executive officer. Under his leadership, the academy thrives.

In short, he is a very outstanding and very capable boy.

Unfortunately, it has nothing to do with me. "Guitar Hero" is only suitable for playing guitar in a dark corner, not for enjoying sweaty youth under the sun.

A little bit...a little unwilling.

I want to chat with him, interact with him, and make friends with him.

Want to snatch him away.

Shirakawa Haru's book had a pleasant smell of ink. The book she took from Shirakawa Haru using her ability had this smell. His pillow was also very soft, and she didn't know why; the style of the fountain pen was particularly beautiful, but she guessed that this was probably related to her favorite art style.

How do those transparent characters describe [Cuckoldry]?

——Whatever you want, you can take it from others.

If you want to make friends, you really have to be more proactive, right?

Thinking of this, Goto Ichiri suddenly climbed up from his desk like a zombie, took out a stack of CDs from the desk, and then staggered towards Shirakawa Haru.

"Shiro... Shiro... Shirakawa... Shirakawa-kun." Goto Ichiri felt like a fish about to be dehydrated when he called Shirakawa Haru's name. His mouth opened and closed, but he was just trying in vain to breathe on the dry land. "Shirakawa-kun, I remember you said you listen to music every day, right? These are my collections. I thought you could give them a listen... Ah, if you don't like them, I'll take them away."

When Goto Ichiri realized what her body was doing, she was so scared that she almost collapsed on the spot. She wondered who would accept the CD she gave her, especially when the other person was a boy.