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

The result is naturally that the higher you praise someone, the harder they fall.

If we could do it again and give everyone who left the band enough time to grow, would the result be different? "Goto Ichiri" couldn't help but think so.

But no matter how much you regret, how much you feel remorse, or how much you fall, time can never go back to the past.

Because Pochi-chan is not the Goto Ichiri of the past, but the Goto Ichiri of a parallel universe.

She is not the person I used to be.

(Pochi-chan, you're not planning on revealing your identity and holding a solo concert with an audience the size of Tokyo Dome, are you?)

Goto Ichiri didn't answer "Goto Ichiri"'s words... because she melted into the ground like a pool of slime.

She would definitely stand on the stage blankly, unable to play a single note.

Maybe he'd even get scared and crawl into a box of "Changshu Mangoes" to avoid the boos from the audience and the tomato, egg, pasta, milk, mineral water, and Coke bottles thrown at him...

And then tomorrow the news will report it like this.

The Ten Most Tragic Things in Rock History! A Concert Without a Single Note!

Is Guitar Hero a fake? The truth behind the solo concert!

Famous Guitar Hero? Guitar Con!

Goto Ichiri has already seen the disastrous scenes that will occur after he reveals his identity as a guitar hero and holds a solo concert.

Ah... my life is over!

(It seems not.)

Goto Ichiri's body was shaking at such a high speed that it messed up the lines on his body.

"Don't be afraid, Ichiri."

Chen Xinghua patted Goto Ichiri on the shoulder.

It seems that Yili is particularly afraid of performing in front of everyone... Was that live performance really just a burst of energy?

"Look, I've got this ready."

But the more afraid Goto Ichiri was, the more Chen Xinghua wanted her to perform on the street.

Because if Goto Ichiri doesn't even dare to perform on the streets, then would she dare to perform at a live show that is even more terrifying than street performances?

If you don’t even dare to perform live, what about a solo concert?

If he's not willing to do any of these, then does that mean Yili really wants to be a band member who's only willing to be active in the recording studio?

And it's better to embarrass yourself on the street than at a live performance.

Chen Xinghua put his cell phone in front of Yili.

"Is this... a mask, or is it black?"

Goto Ichiri saw the products displayed on Chen Xinghua’s mobile phone.

"Yes, if you are afraid of being laughed at for your poor performance, then wear a mask."

Chen Xinghua patted his chest and said, "If the performance is not good, just give the middle finger to the audience who are cursing, pick up your instrument and run away."

"Can they still chase us and beat us?"

"Once you put on the mask, who knows who you are... At worst, you can just perform in another neighborhood and be a good guy again."

93

Chapter 93 This is definitely a real thing.

(I support this, it's so rock and roll, I've wanted to do this for a long time.)

"Goto Ichiri" raised his hands and feet in agreement.

(If anyone dares to boo us, just pick up your guitar and throw it at them.)

…but guitars are expensive.

Goto Ichiri thought about the scene of himself hitting someone with his guitar.

But she couldn't imagine anything other than smashing the guitar to pieces.

Miss Guitar, Private Marseille.

I actually thought of something so disrespectful to you.

Goto Ichiri desperately apologized to the guitar girl who had been with him for three years.

(That's true, so why not just buy a guitar specifically for smashing things?)

(You can buy a few more. If it breaks after hitting it once, then use a few more guitars to hit it.)

(This is called... Fire Coverage Tactics)

What a rock and roll sound! Goto Ichiri couldn't help but exclaim.

(And the masks conceal our identities… That’s super cool, okay? Now even if we hit someone in the face with a guitar, they won’t be able to find us!)

"Let's prepare for the live performance later. I'll see if I can use the synthesizer to synthesize the sounds of other instruments."

Chen Xinghua said.

"Why not call Hong Xia, Liang Senior, and Xiduo?"

Goto Ichiri noticed something.

Using a synthesizer to synthesize the sounds of other instruments means that Hongxia's drums, Liang's bass, and Kita's rhythm guitar will not be able to perform together on the street, right?

"Do you really want them to come?"

Chen Xinghua looked into Goto Ichiri's azure eyes.

Goto Ichiri supported himself with his hands and took a step back.

"no need."

Because there is a possibility that I might mess up my street performance, the fewer people I know, the better.

"Yili, I actually have something else to tell you."

Chen Xinghua lowered his head and tapped the lit screen of his mobile phone, opening a familiar chat box.

The familiar little blue octopus avatar spit out a new reply.

"Height 155cm, weight..."

Um...what is this?

Did I send it to the wrong person?

Generally speaking, a girl's weight is the most strictly confidential thing.

"I just want to find a tutor for you."

The little blue octopus avatar spit out another new reply.

'BMI is...'

The BMI index refers to the body mass index, also known as body mass index. It is an internationally used standard to measure the degree of fatness and health of the human body.

So Xiangzi wants to tell me that she is healthy?

Well, I did tell her to stay healthy.

But this is too serious. They even sent something as important as weight.

Don't take it so seriously!

Chen Xinghua shook his head and turned his attention back to his childhood sweetheart.

Huh? Why did she fall to the ground?

"Yili, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Xinghua hurriedly helped up Goto Ichiri, who was lying on the ground in a trance, and then reached out and patted the back of her pink sportswear to wipe away the dust that had just stuck to it.

Goto Ichiri half-closed his eyes and trembled.

The tutor... must be a very strict and ruthless person.

"Goto Ichiri, you made a mistake here. You can't even get such a simple question wrong. I'll punish you by making you copy the question a hundred times."

"Goto Ichiri, I've told you so many times, why are you still doing it wrong... Stretch out your hand."

As he thought about it, Goto Ichiri became more alert and decided to stop this.

"No governess, no governess."

Goto Ichiri put his hands on Chen Xinghua's shoulders, and his blue pupils looked directly into Chen Xinghua's black eyes.

"Don't worry, Yili, I hired a high school teacher who is the same age as you."

Chen Xinghua comforted her, "She won't be very strict."

"And you met her once."

If possible, he didn't want to ask Xiangzi to be Goto Ichiri's teacher.

But... Goto Ichiri's results are quite terrible.

I couldn't even answer the quadratic equation that I had reviewed many times before.

He couldn't even answer such a simple question as 5x?＋4x=-5, and he still reminded me in class.

If he continued like this, Yili would definitely fail and be held back... and the ultimate result of being held back was expulsion.

I don’t want to become a technical secondary school rock musician or something like that.

At least graduate from high school.

Besides, he has been a bit busy recently and may not be able to spare much time to tutor Yili.

So in this case, he decided to outsource this matter.

"I'll qualify."

Goto Ichiri said with great enthusiasm that Xinghua must not be allowed to come.

Another me, can you help me qualify?

Goto Ichiri called out to his other self for help in his heart.

(Don’t call me for this kind of thing. I didn’t even graduate from high school.)

I have to say that compared with another pink-haired guitarist, Goto Ichiri's performance can only be described as a complete tragedy.

"I will definitely pass the exam, so I won't need a tutor."

Goto Ichiri clasped his hands together and was so sincere that he almost got up from his seat to ask Chen Xinghua for help.

But Chen Xinghua was unmoved, because he didn't want Goto Ichiri to realize the theorem that "all those who play rock music are from technical secondary schools."

At least get me a high school diploma, Goto Ichiri.

"Will you be able to pass the next test?"

Chen Xinghua coldly made the final judgment on Goto Ichiri.

"Yes, absolutely."

Goto Ichiri stretched out his hand towards Chen Xinghua, clenched his four fingers inward, and raised his thumb outward, making a gesture of encouragement.

She must definitely pass the next exam.

But there is a saying that goes, a poor student's determination can only last until the next hour after she makes up her mind.

"If you are not qualified, please let me take care of the housework for the next year."

Goto Ichiri has his own little thoughts.

She said that if she failed to meet the requirements, she would be asked to take charge of the housework for the next year instead of asking Chen Xinghua to hire a high school tutor for her.

"You don't have to do that."

Chen Xinghua looked down at Goto Ichiri, as if seeing through her thoughts, "Ichiri, you just need to study until you are sure to pass high school graduation."

(Wait, what did he mean by a brief encounter?)