You are the first one to get into Triangle, then who am I?

Walking into the room, just like last time, I noticed a noticeable change in the layout. A set of professional recording equipment was now neatly arranged in the corner of the living room, where filming equipment used to be piled.

Sanjiao Chuxia noticed that there were several open music theory books on the coffee table, with colorful sticky notes stuck on the edges of the pages.

"The equipment has been upgraded a lot." He put down his guitar bag and looked at the brand new microphone.

Although I don't know the brand, I can tell it's expensive at first glance.

"Hehe, this is a huge investment~" Yutenji Ruomai trotted over to the equipment and gently stroked the mixing console as if displaying a treasure. "After our last collaboration, Miaomeng's channel gained a lot of followers, so..."

She made no secret of how much benefit she had gained from the last cooperative project.

Sanjiao Hatsuxia raised the corner of her mouth slightly: "So this project is to give back to the fans?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" She nodded quickly, the hem of her shirt swaying slightly with her movements. "Ever since our last collaboration ended, my fans have been talking about you for a long time. It was only after the trailer was released that they calmed down a bit."

"Then I'm really honored."

"Would you like something to drink?" Yutenji Wakami walked towards the refrigerator. "Canned coffee or barley tea?"

When she turned around, Sanjiao Hatsuxia noticed the faintly visible straps of her sports bra from behind, and the edge of her black sports shorts peeking out from the hem of her shirt—

It turns out she wasn't just wearing a shirt.

"Coffee, to perk you up."

He opened his guitar bag and took out his white guitar: "Is the equipment ready?"

"The basic setup is complete, but you still need to connect your guitar and do some fine tuning."

She took the coffee out of the refrigerator, and immediately tiny beads of water formed on the outside of the can.

"Here." Yutenji Wakamu handed over the iced tea, put on headphones, and squatted beside him. "Can I try a few notes first? I want to adjust the microphone position."

When Sanjiao Chuxia plucked the strings, she suddenly leaned close, and drops of water from the ends of her hair dripped onto his wrist.

"Wait, the sound reception isn't very good at this angle..."

Her fingers accidentally brushed against the back of his hand, and they were both startled.

"S-Sorry!"

Yutenji Wakamu retreated in panic, but nearly fell because of her unstable squatting position. Sankaku Hatsuka subconsciously reached out to hold her shoulders, and could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin shirt.

"Be careful," he said softly, then withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened. "How about putting the microphone here?"

"Ah, yes!" She nodded, blushing, frantically adjusting the equipment. "Um... shall we start the actual recording?"

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[1]ASMR: Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response, which refers to sounds that help you sleep (there may also be some that can be used to refresh you).

P.S.: When I was writing this chapter, I suddenly remembered that Layer lives next door to Miao Meng, so I can write something.

Chapter 171 How about my guitar~

After adjusting his state, Yutenji Wakamugi turned on the camera and started recording when he made sure that both of them and the microphone were in the picture.

She took a breath, then spoke in a much softer voice than usual: "Kong Nikki, meow meow, this is Meow Mengqin~~"

As Yutenji Wakamugi spoke, he made a display gesture with his hands, shifting the focus of the picture to Sanjiao Hatsuka beside him.

"Meow Dream Kiss Me, we finally invited everyone's favorite Triangle Chuxia again, and let him make an ASMR video for everyone~~"

Sanjiao Chuxia also cooperated and waved at the camera with a business smile on her face.

"Good afternoon... Speaking of which, this video of Meow Meng kissing you should be posted in the evening. Should I say good evening?"

"Pfft...it's all right~" She couldn't help but laugh out loud, her eyes curved into cute crescents. "Asking questions like this during a video shoot will result in an NG!"

However, Yutenji Wakamu will definitely edit this kind of natural program effect into the video as it does not affect the overall video quality.

She leaned closer to the microphone again: "So, today we are going to record a guitar ASMR special~"

"So what should we do, Meow Dream?"

"Today, we're going to use the guitar to create all sorts of relaxing sounds!" Yutenji Wakamugi lowered her voice and spoke in the gentle, ASMR-like tone. "First, could you please demonstrate the most basic plucking sound? Gently, please."

Sanjiao Chuxia nodded, her slender fingers hovering above the strings, deliberately slowing down her movements.

When the fingertips pluck the thinnest string, a crisp "ding" sound is heard, and when captured by a professional microphone, a slight metallic lingering sound is emitted.

Yutenji Wakamu immediately showed a "surprised" expression and unconsciously moved closer.

"Wow, this sound is so clean...but why is it different from what Meow Meng usually hears others play?"

"Of course the sound is different when it's unplugged. Meow Mengqin, do you know nothing about musical instruments?"

"Ah, I see." She suddenly realized, though her acting was a bit exaggerated. "Then let's try the sound of fingernails gently scraping across the strings. Sankaku-san, please~"

Sanjiao Chuxia cooperated by changing her angle and letting her nails slowly brush across the strings.

A subtle rustling sound, like the wind through leaves, made Yutenji Wakamu's neck tingle. He instinctively reached out and said, "Wait! That sound is amazing. Can you do it again?"

The moment their skin touched, they both froze. She finally reacted and quickly retracted her hand.

"Ah, sorry."

"It's ok."

He was no longer the Xiao Chuan Nan who would blush and feel his heart beating fast easily. He just shook his head calmly.

On the other hand, Yutenji Wakamugi looked quite mature, but her cheeks were slightly flushed.

"Can you please make the scraping sound a little more? Let me try."

As she spoke, Sanjiao Chuxia gently scratched the thickest string with her fingers: "Is this strength okay?"

The magnetic male voice mixed with the fine rustling sound tickled her heart.

"Did you hear that? It's like the sound of leaves being blown by the wind~" Yutenji Wakamu explained, but for some reason her voice softened a little.

The recording was still going on. Miao Meng adjusted his sitting position, moved a little closer to Sanjiao Chuxia, and stretched his hand in front of the guitar.

"Sanjiao-san, can I try knocking a few times?"

"sure."

After getting permission, Yutenji Wakamugi tapped the wooden body of the instrument with his fingertips, making a crisp "tap, tap" sound.

Sanjiao Chuxia noticed that she had specially trimmed her nails today, and her round fingertips were a healthy pink.

"Hmm... this feeling is no different from when Miao Meng knocked on the table before." She withdrew her hand in disappointment.

"The sound of percussion is pretty much the same, right?" Sanjiao Chuxia continued. "But a lot of guitarists like to add percussion to enhance the rhythm, like this..."

He held the neck of the guitar with his left hand and tapped the body of the guitar alternately with his right index and middle fingers.

"Tatt, tatt—"

A more steady percussion sound echoed through the headphones, like the sound of falling raindrops. Yutenji Wakamugi unconsciously held his breath and moved the microphone a little closer.

"Is it possible to knock like this..." she said softly, while reaching out her hand to try again.

Their hands almost touched, but Sanjiao Chuxia calmly dodged them. He continued the rhythm naturally, and the sound of the tapping was both relaxing and relieving.

Next, the two tried the sound of the tuning knob, the sound of the string striking, the sound of the slide... The effects were mixed, but it didn't matter, as they could cut out the parts with bad effects later.

"Ah, has so much time passed without me noticing?" Yutenji Wakamu glanced at the time and found that almost two hours had passed.

"Well, is this going to end?"

"It's almost time...wait."

She seemed to suddenly remember something and looked at Sanjiao Chuxia with shining eyes.

"Sankaku-san~" Yutenji Wakamu put her hands together and pleaded in a coquettish tone, "Could you please... sing a little bit at the end? Just as a special Easter egg at the end of the video~"

Sanjiao Chuxia's fingers paused on the strings. He looked up at the other person's expectant eyes, glanced at the recording camera, and sighed softly.

"…What song?"

"Hey, can I request a song?" She leaned forward in surprise, her hair rubbing against the microphone, making a slight rustling sound. "Then... how about 'One More Time, One More Chance'[1]? It's in seconds..."

"I know that song." Sanjiao Chuxia nodded, adjusted the position of the guitar, then searched for guitar music on his mobile phone and put it on the shelf.

Yutenji Wakamugi quickly moved the microphone closer and waited quietly.

The strings were gently plucked, and a soothing melody flowed out. Sanjiao Chuxia's voice was much softer than usual, with a hint of hoarseness.

"What do I need to lose again to forgive my heart?"

Yutenji Wakamu's eyes widened unconsciously. His voice seemed to be right next to her ear, and with the professional recording equipment, even the gaps between breaths were clearly audible.

She subconsciously clutched the hem of her clothes, feeling her heart being gently gripped by the sound.

"君のほかに大杀なものなど (Except for you, because there is no one more important than you...)"

At the end of the song, Sankaku Hatsuka raised her eyes slightly, meeting her focused gaze. Yutenji Wakamu hurriedly looked away, but couldn't hide the redness on the tips of her ears.

The last note faded into the air, and the room became so quiet that only the faint sound of the air conditioner could be heard.

"...How is it?" He put down the guitar and his voice returned to normal tone.

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[1] “One more time, One more chance”, theme song from 5 Centimeters per Second.

Chapter 172 Miao Mengqin's head is really full of heat

"...How is it?" He put down the guitar and his voice returned to normal tone.

Yutenji Ruomai finally woke up from his dream and hurried to turn off the equipment.

"It's absolutely perfect! Fans will definitely like it!" Her finger pressed the power off button several times before it succeeded.

(Wow, who can stand this!)

(I originally just made this suggestion to please those fans of Sanjiaosan who are obsessed with looks. It doesn’t matter if it’s off-key. I didn’t expect it to be sung so well. It’s definitely at a professional level!)

I originally thought he was just a gigolo (this is true), but I didn't expect he was actually a professional band member.

"That's great." Sanjiao Chuxia stood up and stretched her stiff shoulders. "But I don't think I paid much attention to the volume when I was singing. Is it okay in the video?"

I really hate the loud parts in the middle or at the end of ASMR videos, which wake me up just when I’m about to fall asleep.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'll turn down the volume of this part later!"

(It would be a waste if this part is not used. I don’t know how much extra gachi powder will be produced.)

Sanjiao Chuxia carefully put the guitar into the gig bag and put it on his back.

"You've worked hard today." He turned around at the entrance. "The video should be good."

"Well, thanks to Sanjiao-san's cooperation~" She smiled like a proud cat.

At this moment, Yutenji Wakamu suddenly remembered something, ran back to the living room, and took out an exquisite paper box from the refrigerator.

"I almost forgot! Here, these macarons from the same shop as last time. I bought them specially for you at noon. I'm bringing them to Sanjiaosan as a thank you gift~"

"Thank you."

Sanjiao Chuxia saw a familiar dessert shop logo printed on the box—the same one she had queued up to buy from the last time they met. He took the box and his fingertips touched her slightly cool fingertips.

"Be careful on the road~"

"Ah."

The moment the door gently closed, Yutenji Wakamu leaned against it and slowly exhaled. Meanwhile, in the hallway, Mikado Hatsuka glanced down at the dessert box in her hands, her lips curled up slightly.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a familiar voice came from the side.

"Triangle...Mr.?" Layer, with his guitar slung over his shoulder, glanced at the house number behind him. "Why are you coming out of Wakamai-chan's house?"

"Ah, Layer-senpai, do you know Meow Mengqin?"

"Well, Wakamai-chan is a junior from the same school as me, and I just happen to live next to her."

Hearing her words, Sankaku Hatsuka's face suddenly showed a surprised expression: "Hey, Layer-senpai is a high school student, right? I thought he was already in college."

Whether it was Layer's height, which was a little taller than his when she wore boots, or her mature temperament, he thought that she was actually a 20-year-old older sister.