Social phobia and lonely rock

The young man said this either because he had no interest in the invitation or because he wanted to quickly end the topic because he was concerned about Miss Yamada Ryo who wanted to leave.

Jiang Chengyangren also noticed that the girls did not say a word when they were communicating. They just looked back and forth to confirm their expressions, waiting for the boys to speak.

Jiang Chengyang paused, feeling that he had indeed made a mistake last time.

He said with a smile.

"I'll see."

"Well, let's go backstage and rest for a while."

Ishikawa Hayabusa nodded politely and walked backstage.

Hongxia and the others also said hello and followed Ishikawa Hayabusa.

...

The five people just left the venue and walked to the backstage aisle.

After seeing that there was no one around, Ishikawa Hayabusa turned around and hugged Hongxia tightly.

"It's so tiring and troublesome. I don't want to deal with adults."

Hongxia was stunned for a moment, and the surprise on her face at being suddenly hugged turned into a helpless and gentle smile. She gently stroked Ishikawa Hayabusa's back and said.

"Yeah, thank you for your hard work, Hayabusa-kun."

After a few seconds, Ishikawa Hayabusa let go of his hand, and after Hongxia also let go, he hugged Liang without hesitation.

"The Rainbow Summer Energy is satisfied, it's time to cool down!"

Ryo was a little surprised to see Ishikawa Hayabusa like this, but when she was hugged, she laughed.

“It costs money to recharge.”

Ishikawa Hayabusa said without thinking: "I'll give it tonight."

Liang saw his decisive appearance and knew that he was not serious again. He showed his dissatisfaction and stepped on his foot.

Ishikawa Hayabusa cried out in satisfaction, then stepped back and said to Liang in a serious tone:

"Please take off your shoes and step harder."

"Pervert." Liang's eyes rolled up in disgust.

"Thank you for the compliment, weirdo. Next one, Yuyo~" After temporarily satisfying himself with Liang's touch, Ishikawa Hayabusa looked at the next person.

Yu Dai knew he couldn't escape, so he opened his arms helplessly and let him hug him.

Ishikawa Hayabusa hugged Yuyo's delicate body and heard her say.

"Hayabusa-kun is probably just tired because he can't act as perverted as he wants."

"correct."

Ishikawa Hayabusa touched her head.

Finally, they arrived at Yili. Yili took half a step forward with a slightly expectant look and was hugged by Ishikawa Hayabusa.

Ishikawa Hayabusa hugged her for a while, rubbed her cheek, and asked when he saw that she didn't say anything.

"Is there nothing you want to tell me?"

"Ah..." Yili hesitated for a moment, secretly glanced at the other three people, and seeing that they all had smiles of varying degrees on their faces, he made up his mind to speak.

"No matter what Falcon chooses, I will support him. I think... everyone should feel the same... So, Falcon can relax a little."

Yudai Yangguang smiled, and said in a playful tone, "Ichiri-chan, it shouldn't be necessary."

Hongxia replied as if Ishikawa Hayabusa had asked her to be the team leader before.

"Ikuyo-chan is right. Don't worry too much about our opinions, head of the family."

"But forget about cheating."

A cool and light supplement.

In the corridor, Ishikawa Hayabusa looked at several beautiful, cute and, somehow, a little naughty girls. He felt full of energy and comfortable inside, as if he had been healed and refreshed.

With them around to keep me happy, it doesn't matter if they're not that perverted.

And since they all trusted him so much, there was no need to worry anymore. He could just go according to the plan and give them an answer after the performance.

He put his arm around Ichiri's shoulders, leaned towards Hongxia, put his hands behind their shoulders, and waved to Yudai and Liang.

Yudai approached happily, and Liang looked reluctant, but walked over helplessly as if he was driven by his feet.

The five of them formed a circle tacitly, putting their hands on each other's shoulders and hugging each other.

They listened to what Ishikawa Hayabusa said.

"Then everyone, just to make it easier for me, please play seriously, just like you practice seriously every day."

"Ok!"

...

in the afternoon.

Five people stood at the side of the stage listening to the host opening the music festival.

He stood on the stage holding the microphone, speaking in an excited tone, and spoke loudly with passion to drive the emotions of the audience.

"This event, 'Unconfirmed Riot', aims to find bands that can shine like diamonds among bands in their teens across the country. This year, we received enthusiastic applications from more than 10 bands."

"The 30 bands that stand out will be reviewed for their performances today."

"Which two bands will be able to go from this venue to the Shin-Kiba FS venue depends on whether they can impress everyone present."

“As witnesses of this new band of the next generation, let’s enjoy it till the last moment!”

"Then please ask our guest Sick Hack to sing the opening song for us and warm up the audience."

Ishikawa Hayabusa saw that after the host finished his passionate opening remarks, the densely packed audience below the stage got into his rhythm and became even more excited and expectant.

This host is quite good.

But at this time, at the host's signal, a woman who was shaking her head and staggering walked up from the other side of the stage.

She walked to the front of the stage, stumbled a step, screamed in panic, and then grabbed the microphone, almost falling down.

Hiroi Kikuri stood up straight and said in a drunken and sad voice:

"...it's time to discover musicians again this year..."

Hiroi Kikuri sighed and her voice sounded like crying. No, she was already crying: "Looking at the promising musicians emerging every year, I also... something in my stomach is about to come out... Ugh..."

As Hiroi Kikuri spoke, she suddenly covered her mouth and her whole body trembled.

Ishikawa Hayabusa covered his eyes with a headache. He was just wondering why he didn't see Hiroi Kikuri. It seemed that she went to the toilet to vomit.

Why don't these organizers learn their lesson and insist on inviting Hiroi Kikuri to warm up the venue? The venue that was so lively just now is now like the Siberian permafrost.

The fans in front of the stage who were previously smiling with excitement were no longer smiling.

Fortunately, there were some fans of Hiroi Kikuri who showed their support, making the scene less scary.

Hiroi Kikuri waved her hand, said a few words to the audience, and then began her performance.

But once she started playing, everything was different. The powerful rhythm of the bass made all the listeners feel that it was their own heartstrings that were being plucked.

In the rhythm of the bass, the powerful sound of the guitar is responsible for capturing the emotions of the fans, making their senses pause and sway with the music.

The drummer controls the beat with sophisticated and superb techniques.

For a moment, the entire venue fell silent, everyone listening in shock to the drunk's incredibly powerful performance.

Ishikawa Hayabusa looked at the girls around him again, and there was a look of unwillingness to admit defeat in their eyes.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

It seemed that it was unnecessary for him to use his abnormal intuition to draw lots to be the first to go on stage.

However, he would do it again if he had the chance.

He wanted to win more beautifully.

The music rose and fell and gradually ended.

Amidst loud applause and some voices saying, "This band is so awesome, even though the lead singer looks like that."

After waving to the audience, Hiroi Kikuri walked down the side and towards the five people.

She was able to maintain the aura of a big boss in the first few steps, but her face turned pale when she walked in front of Ishikawa Hayabusa. However, she still stretched out her hand to pat Ishikawa Hayabusa on the shoulder and said:

"Come on, young man with a promising future."

"I don't want to be associated with vomit, you better go to the bathroom!"

Ishikawa Hayabusa looked at her trying hard not to vomit, then looked at Iwashita Shima behind her.

The other party nodded to indicate that he would take care of Hiroi Kikuri, and glanced at the five people with a smile.

"The stage is left to you, come on."

"Yes!" the girls responded.

...

On the stage with the curtain drawn, Hong Xia was adjusting the drum skins and cymbals.

The music played by Hiroi Kikuri seemed to still echo in the venue. Soon, they would face the audience who had been baptized by that psychedelic music.

But she was not nervous at all.

Hongxia heard this from the musician in the store a long time ago.

There are two ways for musicians to grow: one is talent and hard work, the other is joining a suitable band.

She is not a particularly talented person, but since last year, her playing skills have improved rapidly.

This should be attributed to the help of Hayabusa and others.

Although it became a very "chaotic" band, fortunately everyone was able to peacefully like the same person and practice and play together happily.

When I'm happy, I have someone to be happy with; when I'm sad, I have Hayabusa and everyone else; when I'm practicing, I work hard because I don't want to be the one holding Hayabusa back in the band.

In such an environment, she felt half a year ago that...their band was no worse than Hiroi Kikuri's band.

Now is the time to prove it.

Outside the screen, the projector displays on the white screen.

End of the band.

While several people were adjusting, the host's voice rang out.

"The first band to perform is the band that topped the Twitter trending search list two months ago with a music video and became a hot topic last summer with their emotional music and superb playing skills!"

The audience was crowded and noisy.

"The first one is the ending band?!"

"I'm a little excited. Maybe the first show can end the performance."

“Are they really that powerful?”

Listening to the noises around them, the parents of several people felt proud but also worried for them.

The higher you are praised at the beginning, the more likely you will fall badly before you have established yourself.

The curtain began to rise.

At this time, on the stage, Ishikawa Hayabusa tapped the instrument with his fingers to make a sound, and the girls quickly looked at him with some confusion.

Ishikawa Hayabusa held up five fingers, folded one finger after a second, and in the next second, folded another finger, leaving only three fingers standing up.

The four of them reacted, looked at each other with a smile, and after confirming each other's condition, they watched Ishikawa Hayabusa retract his last finger and plucked the guitar.

The light and lazy guitar sound came from the loudspeaker before the curtain was fully raised and the audience could only see the stage floor.

The quiet and gentle guitar sound instantly dispelled the restlessness left over from the previous performance.

When the curtain rose to its highest point, Yudai held the microphone with both hands and sang softly.

"Another day is coming to an end."

"Even if it's just a little bit, even a fraction, I wonder if I have changed at all."