Heavy girl? I feel worse than Black Hole Trigger!

Seeing this familiar name, and even the expected performance time, the girl was speechless. She began to wonder if she, who had begun to understand this adulterous couple, was being forced to become like them in turn?

...That's not right. You can't always look for the reasons within yourself.

It's obvious that their relationship is too easy to understand! Anyone can see it!

While Li Xi was brainstorming, Su Shi and others were not in a hurry to keep up with her, and only slowly approached at this time.

Gao Songdeng peeked from behind Su Shi and said with a hint of surprise, "So you're going to see Zheli and the others perform today? ...And, there's less than half an hour left!"

"That's right," Su Shi replied. She clapped her hands together with a delighted expression, grinning like a fox who had succeeded in her evil plan. "During the previous live performance, we could only watch from the backstage preparation room. It was a bit of a shame, wasn't it? Today is a rare opportunity for everyone to be free, and it's right before our concert. It's great for everyone to relax for a day."

Li Xi looked over coldly, "Just want to watch it yourself, don't drag us into it——"

"Yeah! I want to see it." Deng nodded vigorously at Su Shi, his eyes shining.

At that time, I was just watching the TV screen with no camera movement through a fixed lens, and I also felt the tension and pressure of going on stage next. No matter how you look at it, it was not a situation where I could fully immerse myself in it. Even so, I could still feel the aura.

What would it feel like if you were actually a member of the audience and witnessed it with your own eyes...?

Thinking about this, Gao Songdeng was a little dazed.

Su Shi looked at her expectantly with a smile, then turned to Li Xi and spread his hands without saying anything.

"..."

Shiina Riki looked at Takamatsu Touma on the left, then at Nagasaki Suyo on the right, and finally looked at Wakaba Mutsu as if he was lucky, but he only saw this elegantly dressed aristocratic girl quietly looking at the timetable on the blackboard with a look of great interest.

The black-haired girl's pupils trembled in this space where she seemed to be the only one who was in trouble.

●

Second LIVE.

"Even if I say that, it doesn't feel real."

The man sat at his dressing table, looking at his reflection in the mirror and gently plucking the strings of his bass.

The deep, deep voice made the figure in the mirror smile, and instantly softened his face, which had originally seemed a little cold due to his neatly combed bangs.

——Then a clear guitar melody freezes that smile at this moment.

“Hmph~?…Hmph?…”

It turned out that the silver-haired girl sitting on the sofa was holding her precious guitar and began to improvise a piece that Baodeng Zheli had never heard even once, which instantly drowned out the few low notes that Zheli had just played.

Q: The guitarist on the team bullies the bassist even in the lounge. How should I deal with it?

Zheli first observed Lenai through the mirror, her eyes narrowed, absorbed in the performance. He shrugged, set down his bass, and turned to look over. Only after Lenai finished her impromptu performance did she belatedly say, "Hmm?" Noticing the bass had long since faded into the background, she glanced up, and by chance, her eyes met Zheli's.

"It's almost time to go on stage." Zhe Li said.

The girl tilted her head and blinked.

She, who has never been one to think deeply, seemed to be trying to interpret some different meaning from the other person's words.

But Zhe Li's words this time really didn't have any deep meaning. No, it should be said that when Zhe Li talked to this little brat, he was never so boring as to say something difficult that required her to guess.

It was not known whether she had thought of this or simply thought about it to no avail, but she put away her troubled expression as if she was doing a math problem, returned to her usual composure, and nodded slightly.

"Ah."

Lenai kicked and jumped down from the sofa, pausing for a moment while standing there with the guitar in his arms before choosing to put on the strap.

Zheli looked at her leisurely figure and suddenly said, "Lena."

"Ok?"

The girl slowly turned her head.

The man was wearing an inappropriate black windbreaker, but he didn't seem to feel the slightest discomfort from the increasingly hot weather. It was as if time had stopped on a day with heavy snow, and only the starlight full of longing crossed the long spring and bloomed towards midsummer.

He held his bass in one hand, standing casually with a relaxed smile.

But somehow, Lenai suddenly had an urge to run over and grab him tightly.

...As if I was worried that he would just drift away.

“Only on a stage like this, with just me, the two of us.”

Baodeng Zheli stared carefully at the girl's pair of extremely gorgeous heterochromatic eyes, not wanting to miss even a momentary change of emotion in her eyes.

"Is this enough for you?"

Kaname stared intently at the man's overly bright blue eyes and fell into deep thought again.

The distant reflection in his eyes, belonging only to himself, quietly opened his lips in the peaceful world——

"Satisfied." She said softly, "I can breathe in the delicious air."

"...Let me change the question."

Zhe Li grinned, showing his usual smile.

"How do you feel about CRYCHIC's LIVE?"

"CRYCHIC." Lenai repeated it once, then put on a face even more confused than before, lost in thought again. After a few seconds, as if with a flash of inspiration, he looked up and said, "Interesting women?"

"You have a unique way of remembering things. Yes, I'm talking about Su Shi and the others."

"Hmm..." After receiving a positive answer from Zheli, the girl thought for a moment and put on a smug look: "Interesting."

Hearing this seemingly non-answer answer, Zhe Li smiled and said, "Is that so."

He still remembered Lenai's evaluation of him when they first met.

One is "cloud" and the other is "interesting".

...If I am enough to make you feel "satisfied", then they who are equally "interesting" must be no problem either.

"Hmm?" Lenai blinked at the strange smile.

"Nothing. Just asking." Baodeng Zheli shook his head. "Get ready to go on stage."

Let’s think about the future in the future.

Now just...

"Come on, let's make a scene!"

Lost Star Chapter 93 Summer Time Record: Chapter Black Iron

There seem to be quite a few customers at RiNG today.

After showing the ticket to the staff, Shiina Riki walked into the performance hall.

As before, the "Lost Band" chose to be the opening member of RiNG's regular LIVE. But unlike last time, there were more audience members in the audience who came to see them.

Before going out, Lixi guessed that Su Shi was taking them to see the Lost Band's performance today, so she quickly looked up the name on the Internet during her commute.

Like every concert, that day, the first LIVE of Bao Dengzeli and Yao Lenai under the name of "Lost Band" was recorded and uploaded to YouTube with exaggerated praises, and it started to attract some discussion from then on.

The crude video and sound quality recorded with a cell phone were certainly far inferior to the power of the live performance. However, even from such a simple recording, Li Xi was shocked by the sudden burst of singing when Zheli entered the chorus.

Amidst the dense sound pressure that drowned out the audience's roar, the man's voice was long and resonant, his breath steady as if he didn't need to breathe at all, all the air he took into his lungs going to singing. His figure, faintly visible through the buzzing crowd, stood on the stage, and he didn't show even the slightest sign of exertion, appearing completely at ease.

If I had to describe it in one word, it would be "absolutely".

It is not absolute strength, nor is it absolute compared with anyone else...it is the absolute "music" itself.

It wasn't like he was singing a song, but rather playing his vocal cords as an instrument.

A live performance is supposed to test a singer's current state, but Li Xi felt that this person seemed unwavering. To put it in a metaphorical way, his performance was like a studio CD, the best version carefully selected by the sound director, and he wanted to go even further:

Every scale and every character is perfect and most in line with the guitar tone interpreted by Kaname.

For example, there is the heart-wrenching questioning in "Samurai Heart" -

"Hey!! Hey!! Answer me! Is anyone there?"

For example, there is the cry of "Blue Bookmark" that captures youth -

"Just open your tightly closed hands and embrace the spring breeze tightly!"

For example, there is Tan Tian's angry roar of resignation—

"So! I too! Embracing my inner fear, I look up at the sky..."

Even though we knew that these songs were all covers, the person standing on the stage had an aura that was enough to dominate the entire audience, as if he could turn them into his own songs.

"..."

Recalling the scenes he saw on the TV in the backstage preparation room and comparing them with the videos he found on the Internet, Li Xi suddenly became absent-minded.

Nagasaki Suyo seemed to be saying something to Takamatsu Deng, but she didn't hear a word of it; the moment she stepped into the exhibition hall, she felt like she was going to melt into the crowd, whose excitement was getting more and more intense with every second.

There was clearly no one on the stage yet. He was just aware that those two would be on stage in a few minutes.

But both she and the audience around her were unconsciously keeping their eyes on the empty stage.

Just like when she was drumming during band practice, watching Takamatsu Deng singing with all his might, she couldn't help but follow him. Now, just recalling those songs that resonated through her heart, she couldn't help but stare at the small door leading backstage, hoping to catch the first glimpse of those two people taking the stage.

"...a sense of anticipation," the girl murmured softly. This was a sentence only she could hear.

Perhaps I am not qualified to call myself a fan of Lost Band or the two of them, as I still don’t know them well enough - but their performances have indeed been deeply engraved somewhere in my heart.

She complained about Su Shi's presumptuous decision, but she chose to go to the appointment even though she had guessed the destination, precisely because she was looking forward to it.

In that kind of singing, even if it’s just for a moment.

There is no need to compare, no need to think, just forget everything in reality and immerse yourself in that "absolute", immerse yourself in the world of music, immerse yourself in the emotions woven by that man, which seem to belong to you as well.

And, the band that can sing songs like that are finally going to reveal their own original songs today.

How could she not be overwhelmed with emotion over this?

——Snap.

At this moment, the spotlight suddenly lit up and the audience fell silent for a moment.

Li Xi also held his breath until he saw a man in a big windbreaker carrying a bass walk onto the stage. Only then did he think of breathing and took a few light breaths.

“…It’s about to begin.”

●

There are so many people. Why does it feel like there are even more people here than last time?

Amidst the somewhat noisy cheers, Baodeng Zheli walked to the center of the stage, glanced down to make sure the wires were properly connected, and then raised his hand to grip the microphone stand. As he opened his mouth to speak, he saw Nagasaki Suyo in the crowd, smiling and waving her hand at him. He smiled too, missing his chance to speak.

"..."

Never mind. He hadn't intended to say anything nonsense anyway.

He wore a somewhat helpless smile, and faintly heard small exclamations from the audience.

The stage is like a loudspeaker, or a blurry lens, making the ordinary person on the stage glow with a different brilliance, and making his every word and action infinitely magnified in the eyes of the audience.

Even if you just show your normal self, it will be distorted into another appearance because of the "stage".

More charming than the real self.

More disliked than the real self.

This thing called the stage is something that makes people love and hate it: Cinderella girls pursue the shining colors on the stage, but that may be a moment of light that can only be revealed after a piece of black iron has been polished with countless sweat.

If people were to see such a dirty and gray piece of iron, how could they not be disappointed and sigh?

"We are the Lost Band."

Baodeng Zheli spoke loudly into the microphone:

"Composed in the spring, lost in the rain."

“I walked all the way to summer and wanted to write down my impressions along the way.”

...Ahh. But...

Even if it's just a small piece of metal, it took a lot of effort to get on the stage.

So, even though he only relied on cheating to usurp that sacred self.

At this moment. At this moment when I stand on the stage.

I should also be able to shine with the same dazzling, fleeting light as them—

“I dedicate this song only to you who, like us, are lost in the midsummer.”