In the music series, the male protagonist writes a self-help manual for the inner world

Goto Ichiri complained quietly.

(We're just standing together. You're overthinking it, Pochi-chan.)

And below the stage, Chen Xinghua had already loosened his grip on Toyokawa Shoko's hand, because during the performance just now, the crowded crowd was soothed by the smooth notes.

Since he didn't have to worry about being pushed away by the crowd, he felt there was no need for him to hold Toyokawa Shoko's hand.

"Ichiri's performance was pretty good, wasn't it?"

"It's definitely reached the level of a professional guitarist."

Gazing at Goto Ichiri who was about to walk into the backstage, Chen Xinghua nodded vigorously.

"Compared to professional guitarists, what I lack is just some stage experience and a little confidence."

Listening to Chen Xinghua's praise, Toyokawa Shoko rarely made a sound to agree with his story out of politeness.

She just felt the remaining warmth in her palms and asked herself in her heart, is this all I can do so far?

Chen Xinghua suddenly stopped talking because a pair of big hands with malicious intent seemed to be climbing up his waist.

Was it accidental or intentional?

Soon, his doubts were answered.

There was no doubt that the girl behind him was being careless on purpose.

Looking at the slender hand that was about to touch his armpit, Chen Xinghua lamented that the world was going downhill and girls nowadays seemed to be becoming more and more perverted.

Maybe he should try to avoid crowded places next time.

After all, in many books, crowded places like trams have always been delicate places where one can force negative distance communication with the opposite sex.

Chen Xinghua looked straight ahead, embraced the left hand that was stroking his side, and reached back along the left hand, ready to elbow the owner of the left hand.

Focus...aim...and release the power.

"Humph……"

The girl's voice, which had been distorted, came from behind, but she still did not let go of the naughty little hand that was taking advantage of her.

Toyokawa Shoko suddenly turned around and looked at Chen Xinghua's hands clasped on both sides.

"Well……"

…Is this a pervert who harasses innocent men?

Just like the three bad girls I met on the train last time?

Miss Toyokawa Shoko, who noticed the unexpected situation, did not scream, but reached out for the slender right hand, ready to grab it.

But as if he had noticed something, the owner of the hands suddenly pulled them back, and after gaining enough advantage, he immediately pushed himself into the surging crowd.

Just as these restless hands appeared suddenly, they disappeared just as suddenly.

Toyokawa Shoko was in a trance for a moment, and when she came to her senses, she immediately approached Chen Xinghua, put on a vigilant look, and searched around for girls who might have bad intentions.

"Was that the nympho they often see on the news?"

"I think so... and she managed to escape."

Chen Xinghua turned his head and looked behind him, trying to find any trace of the girl left behind.

But what remained on his retina was only the crowded crowd.

"There are more and more attempted Rape crimes now... Xinghua, you must protect yourself."

As she spoke, Toyokawa Shoko moved a little closer to Chen Xinghua, like a knight trying to protect his precious gem.

“Don’t go to dangerous places.”

"That guy might be an attempted rapist like the three bad girls on the train earlier."

The noisy crowd beside them continued to make chattering sounds as usual, drowning out the volume of the conversation between the boys and girls.

"I go home on time every day, so don't worry."

Chen Xinghua jokingly said, "Besides, I wouldn't go looking for trouble by going to a bar that's not open to minors or an illegal casino in the basement to seek excitement."

Next time, I will try my best to avoid going to such crowded places.

I've been to this kind of place twice and encountered harassment both times. How lucky am I?

"Even so, danger will still find you."

Toyokawa Shoko whispered.

Feeling the girl's body temperature close to him, Chen Xinghua of course also felt the girl's defensive intention.

"I'm leaving soon. Do you want to stay and watch the show?"

"I'm not very interested in performances other than those one mile away."

Can I go with you? Toyokawa Shoko was about to utter this sentence subconsciously.

"It's better to leave this place as soon as possible."

Shoko Toyokawa suppressed the emotions boiling in her heart and said angrily, "A crowded crowd is naturally a shield for evildoers with bad intentions."

234

Chapter 234 What’s going on?

Holding the handsome black guitar given by his childhood sweetheart, Goto Ichiri breathed a long sigh of relief.

...I was really so handsome just now.

See? I performed my entire guitar solo in front of the whole school.

(I see, I see. Don’t get too carried away.)

"Goto Ichiri" felt the exaggerated smile on the face of his other self, and couldn't help but pour a basin of cold water on her.

"It was completely different from performing at a live house, but thousands of people saw my performance. Thousands of people."

'And they applauded me.'

Goto Ichiri emphasized the concept of "thousands of people" to his other self.

(I'm a guitar hero... and the audience is just a few thousand people.)

(I'm a regular at the Budokan...and occasionally at the Tokyo Dome.)

"Have you boarded the Budokan and Tokyo Dome yet?

Goto Ichiri asked with great curiosity.

If another version of herself could step onto the Budokan and Tokyo Dome, then could she also step onto the same dazzling stage?

(Yes, Guitar Hero never lies to you...what good would it do to lie to you?)

(Besides, do I look like the type to lie to myself?)

'Not likely.'

Goto Ichiri nodded, although she didn't understand why her self in another time and space would become a guy like a bad girl.

But she still knows herself well enough.

But at this moment, a hint of gloom flashed across Goto Ichiri's face.

(Don’t worry, don’t scare yourself.)

(Things aren't as terrible as you think... We're just standing together. How could something like what's in the book happen in the real world?)

'Really? '

Goto Ichiri felt that his thoughts seemed a little dark. When he saw his childhood sweetheart standing with other girls, he felt that he might be raped.

But she couldn't help but be afraid of this faint possibility.

(Who is the person who lives with Xinghua every day? It can’t be that blue-haired guy, right?)

"Goto Ichiri" softly comforted this other self.

(And if you compare a real person to an SR attribute, then a rock star is an SSR attribute. A school can have many real people, but many schools may not be able to produce a rock star.)

'That seems to be the case, yes.'

Goto Ichiri nodded, as if he was convinced by his other self.

Just as Goto Ichiri stood up and carefully put the guitar into the guitar bag, the sound from outside the door made her lunge forward, almost pressing her body on the guitar.

"So Xiangzi knows you guys."

Hong Xia's voice was a little sad. "How did you meet? Can you tell me about it?"

It was Nijika. Recognizing her distinctive sun-angled voice, Goto Ichiri hurriedly zipped up his guitar bag and slung it on his back.

"It's a long story."

There was a hint of helplessness in Chen Xinghua's voice. Whether it was himself, Ichiri and Xiangzi's first meeting, or Kita and Xiangzi's first meeting, they were not ordinary encounters.

"If you have time, can we talk about it next time?"

"What are your plans after this performance?"

Hong Xia saw Chen Xinghua's reluctance and changed the subject in time.

"Does it count as going home, lying in bed, drinking fat otaku happy water, and watching videos?"

Chen Xinghua touched his chin and said this.

"The seniors' home life was too rock 'n' roll."

Kita Ikuyo sighed and said that rock is a rebellious spirit, which to a large extent means doing things that are different from others.

While other rockers are sailing yachts and having crazy parties where they can interact with many people at a distance, the seniors are sitting at home drinking otaku happy water, playing games, watching anime, and doing things like otakus. This can also be said to be a kind of rock.

"One mile, let's go home."

When Chen Xinghua saw Goto Ichiri's somewhat powerless figure, she realized that all the social energy she had accumulated before had been exhausted.

So he walked forward and supported the limp Goto Ichiri.

“This performance…is truly amazing.”

"Really? No need to praise me."

Goto Ichiri scratched the back of her head and put on a rather exaggerated smile, not looking like she didn't want others to praise her at all.

“…I just did what I was supposed to do.”

"No matter how you look at it, it seems like he thinks he's done something big."

Hong Xia complained in a low voice without saying a word.

That's how it is. Chen Xinghua nodded in his heart, indicating that he agreed with Hong Xia's statement.

"Just going home like this? No celebration party?"

Liang suddenly suggested.

Her wallet hadn't eaten for a long time, so her stomach told her not to miss any opportunity to fill her empty desire.

"Liang, do you want to eat again?"

Hongxia patted Liang's shoulder.

"It's okay. I'll pay you back my share right away with next month's allowance."

Liang said something that seemed to have some moral integrity.

It seems that she doesn't intend to get it for free, but still intends to pay her share...but she will have to wait until the next pocket money comes out.

"Pochi-chan, are there any other seniors who want to have a celebration party?"

Kita Ikuyo's yellow eyes sparkled, as if they contained an exceptionally bright star.

Can I take a photo and share it on SNS?

Chen Xinghua glanced at Goto Ichiri's expression, and after seeing that his childhood sweetheart did not do anything shocking like suddenly lying on the ground shaking, falling into his own spiritual world and suddenly screaming.

He slowly said, "It's okay. Today is an important day for Yili to go on stage for the first time."

For Ichiri Goto, having a meal with people he knows is not something he cannot tolerate.