The live ended.
They returned to the practice room.
Toru noticed that the way Ohtsuki Yoyoko was looking at him was like she was observing a pervert.
"You…"
Yoyoko stared at him, unable to say a single word.
That strange scene just now, even if someone said it was a group eagle party, Yoyoko would not find it strange at all.
A group of girls under the stage had flushed faces and tightly pressed thighs. If that was not an eagle party, then what was?
"What exactly were you playing out there?"
"Disgusting! Pervert! This is a proper live house, not your hunting ground!" Yoyoko's face turned bright red.
SICK HACK's reputation had suffered. It used to be psychedelic rock, now it was about to become some weird impart rock.
"This is emotional rock, you know. Yoyoko, you have not heard of it?"
Tsk.
I think you completely do not understand the value of god tier bass playing.
Believe it or not, I could make you climax with my bass right now.
"Kitahara-kun… next time, do not use that kind of playing style."
The drummer Iwashita Shima slightly closed her legs, the flush on her face fading a little.
She had been the closest to Toru just now and suffered the most damage.
Could emotional rock really go that far?
Toru was practically assaulting her, playing with her… ears.
"L-Little Kitahara, do not play anymore…"
Shimizu Eliza said while panting, her chest rising and falling.
This was stronger than medicine.
Although she had never taken any.
"Even if it is emotional rock… I am still a little curious. How did you actually do it? I can usually stir the audience's emotions too, but…"
How do you make the audience feel immersed?
Even experience pleasure?
"From a more mystical perspective… my bass has reached a level where technique approaches the Dao. From a more scientific point of view, when men die, they produce a phenomenon called [Anglo human desire], also known as angel desire or death erection. Similarly, when women die by hanging, they will produce…"
Toru had only said a few sentences when Yoyoko covered his mouth with her small hand.
What on earth was this guy talking about?
All of it was filthy vocabulary.
"I do not want to know anymore."
"These are all very common facts, right?" Toru sighed.
"The mind of a genius is completely different from that of a normal person," Iwashita Shima commented.
She made up her mind. For the next month, even if SICK HACK stopped operating, she could not let Toru continue causing disasters.
Holding eagle parties every day, who could endure that?
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When Toru walked out of the practice room.
He realized that the familiar looking girl had already disappeared from the exhibition hall, as if she had never appeared at all.
Like a dream, like a bubble, like dew, like lightning.
Still, Toru remembered the high school uniform she was wearing.
If he wanted to continue this connection, perhaps it would be even easier than he imagined?
The mod was not a completely fictional world.
In reality, Kagarino Kirie was just an ordinary high school student. This was beyond Toru's expectations.
He had thought he would never have another chance to see Kirie.
He did not expect the simulator to play a joke on him.
For a moment, his mood became rather happy.
On the other side.
On the train ride home.
Watching the distant city neon lights through the transparent glass.
Kirie was in a cheerful mood, her crimson eyes filled with smiles.
"Renka, he definitely fell in love with me at first sight."
"..."
Renka flipped through cat photos on her phone.
Oh, and then?
"My intuition is very accurate. Just now, there were three parts shock, four parts nonchalance, one part wild joy, and two parts love in his eyes."
"..."
Are men's eyes in your family pie charts?
Renka really wanted to complain, but she maintained her cool tsundere persona and did not speak.
"I am really not narcissistic. I am very accurate at reading men's gazes. When I walk down the street normally, I can feel it when a group of men stare at my face."
"Oh." Renka perfunctorily replied with a single word.
"That is why I did not dare wear short skirts since elementary school. My skirt always reached my knees and covered my thighs."
Why are you telling me this?
Renka asked herself internally.
To prove your innocence, that you saved the best for your future husband?
"Hey, are you listening?"
"I am," Renka replied word by word.
"Maybe if I just beckon with my finger, he will take the initiative and confess to me."
Kirie believed the current situation looked very promising.
Renka had no idea where her confidence came from.
People who have never been in love always have unrealistic fantasies about love.
"A guy who can play that kind of rhythm cannot fall in love with you at first sight. At most, he would feel some goodwill."
That overwhelming, self centered aura on stage meant that Toru would not easily submit beneath a woman's skirt.
A lover was not a necessity for him.
"You are right…"
Kirie pondered for a moment. "But I still think the probability of love at first sight cannot be ruled out."
"Why?"
"Because I'm pretty. Everyone at school likes me."
"..."
Renka really wanted to fix that arrogant attitude of hers.
Preferably until Kirie stuck out her tongue and rolled her eyes.
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The Gotoh household.
Bocchi-chan lay inside the closet, sticking out her tongue and rolling her eyes.
She had been under too much pressure lately.
Everyone, today is February 23.
It had been a full nine days since Valentine's Day on February 14.
Bocchi-chan recalled what happened on Valentine's Day and fell into depression.
"So much regret, so much regret…"
Bocchi-chan covered her head and rolled around inside the closet several times.
In Japan, there are two kinds of Valentine's chocolate.
Giri chocolate, given to friends.
Honmei chocolate, given to a lover.
Bocchi-chan thought that since everyone in Kessoku Band liked Toru so much, they would definitely give him honmei chocolate on Valentine's Day, and she could follow along.
In the end, those awful women only gave friend chocolate.
This left Gotoh Hitori, who had prepared honmei chocolate in advance, at a complete loss.
In the end, she only gave a single chocolate ball.
Bocchi-chan had spent several days making honmei chocolate, and it was completely wasted just like that.
Gotoh Hitori picked up a heart shaped chocolate from the corner of the closet and hugged it tightly to her chest.
Chocolate had a long shelf life.
With the recent cold weather, there were no signs of it going bad.
Maybe she should just eat it herself.
Or send it to Kitahara-kun's house in the name of a fan. If it was gentle him, he would definitely accept it.
Ugh… that is too humiliating.
Even though her current self was already pitiful enough.
The more Gotoh Hitori thought about it, the worse she felt, and several little pearls fell from the corners of her eyes.
When her vision became a bit blurry, a message arrived on her phone.
She wiped away her tears.
And read the message…
Kitahara-kun: Hitori, did you run into any difficulties with the lyrics for the song Ryo gave you last time?
Difficulties?
"N-No difficulties, thank you for your concern, Kitahara-kun… typing, send."
Send…
Bocchi-chan's finger hovered in the air, slowly moving from the send button to the delete button.
Wait a second.
Is this not the perfect chance to give the chocolate?
"I ran into very big difficulties… typing, send."
The other party is typing…
Kitahara-kun: Then let us set a time.
After seeing that he agreed.
Gotoh Hitori let out a silly laugh, hugging her phone and the chocolate as she spun around several times.
Yes, I get to spend time alone with Kitahara-kun again.
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