Social phobia and lonely rock!

"correct!"

Ishikawa Hayabusa turned around and gave a thumbs up with a bright smile.

Ryo was a little startled, then smiled slightly, but the smile disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"And even??"

Kita Ikuyo's comments seem to prove the reason why Ishikawa Hayabusa was called a pervert, namely the exaggerated comments just now.

Suddenly, Nijika also breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't know what to do for a moment.

Although they had known each other for less than two days, she felt that Ishikawa Hayabusa's every move was sincere and came from the heart, and he was not a bad person.

When the colleague said that, she was worried for a while whether Ishikawa Hayabusa had gotten into trouble.

"Don't scare me..."

She still complained a little.

"Sorry."

Ishikawa Hayabusa touched his head, smiled and asked for forgiveness in a completely non-serious way.

But then he said it more seriously.

"But if you call me a pervert, I'll be happy with that."

After he finished speaking, the relaxed atmosphere suddenly froze. Amidst the endlessly flowing crowd, the three girls who had stopped had strange expressions on their faces.

The three looked at each other.

Nijika looked at Ishikawa Hayabusa in astonishment, then looked at the other two.

Ryo's eyes widened a little in surprise.

Kita Ikuyo looked irritated, asking what nonsense you were talking in front of Ryo-senpai.

However, after a moment, Ryo walked towards Ishikawa Hayabusa, with a gentle smile on her calm and expressionless face. This smile made her seem more playful in Ishikawa Hayabusa's eyes.

She held out her hand.

"Weird, I'd be happy if you called me that."

She spoke with a similar sentence structure, and Miss Kita Ikuyo, who was moving freely nearby, froze when she saw the scene.

Ishikawa Hayabusa held her hand and accepted her kindness.

"mad."

Ryo nodded and replied.

"abnormal."

Nijika, who was sitting in the box, hugged her head and lamented.

"My band..."

Kita Ikuyo looked at the two people's clasped hands in astonishment and muttered.

"They really... really used this method!"

After the farce was over, the two began to tune their instruments, and the beating of drums and the sound of bass echoed in the open space.

Ishikawa Hayabusa walked to the nearby flower bed and sat down, watching with interest as the two people tuned their instruments.

His keyboard didn't even need tuning like the other two, which was really fun to watch.

But that look made his scalp tingle.

Ishikawa Hayabusa turned his head and looked at him. Kita Ikuyo looked away, and the tingling sensation disappeared.

He looked away, but within two seconds the feeling of being watched returned.

He looked back again.

Then, the two began a battle to look away.

This extremely cruel war lasted for 20 seconds. The two men's eyes turned to the sky and the ground, to the mountains and rivers, and finally...

Ishikawa Hayabusa won.

That's clear. As a person with social phobia, he is extremely sensitive to sight.

And he's not bragging, his strongest point now is that he has no shame, he can even do things like make girls blush just by looking at them.

Of course, whether the police agree or not is another question.

Ishikawa Hayabusa followed the free-spirited young girl's gaze and discovered where her eyes were focused, on the hand he had just shaken with Liang.

Suddenly, he understood everything.

Putting aside the idea of showing off by buying a bag of potato chips and licking his hands after eating one, Ishikawa Hayabusa looked at the two people who were about to get ready, waiting for the opening.

"Well, let's get started."

Nijika leaned forward and looked in Ishikawa Hayabusa's direction. There was a gentle smile in her beautiful red eyes, and her ponytail swaying at the side was full of vitality.

She exchanged glances with Ryo again and nodded.

The next moment, the drums sounded.

The band's solid foundation fell away and the big stage opened up.

The bass, which normally forms the base along with the drums, changes its role this time, jumping from the low bass of the sound and becoming the protagonist of the music with its strong rhythm.

The bass played with rare elegance, the low rhythm seemed to dance to the beats of the drums, and gradually, people around began to stop and appreciate this small ensemble.

There is no advertising, no special drama, just music, just the artist's self-immersive performance, and people stop to watch, some enjoy, some...

Ishikawa Hayabusa looked at Kita Ikuyo, whose eyes were shining with stars not far away.

Following his gaze, I looked at Yamada Ryo, who was standing in the center of the crowd, with a blank expression on his face, enjoying the performance with his entire body immersed in it.

She held the bass and swayed her body freely to the rhythm as she played. She had a special beauty in her playing, like Erato, who gently caressed the harp.

The instrument is like her internal speaker, and the thoughts of this taciturn girl emerge on the edge of the music.

It's cool, but what's even cooler is creating your own sounds.

Ishikawa Hayabusa decided to continue like this, that was what he wanted to do.

At the same time, Kita Ikuyo beside her also made up her mind.

Guitarist, right?

She must become a woman who can stand by Senior Ryo's side!

When the two finished their performance, there was a little applause all around.

Nijika and Ryo bowed and saluted. Knowing that the performance was over, the audience began to disperse. The bustling street suddenly became deserted amidst the relentless footsteps.

Ishikawa Hayabusa looked back and found that Kita Ikuyo, who looked drunk, had left at some point.

"Falcon..."

But after hearing Ryo's lazy shout, he ran over there.

When we returned, Ishikawa Hayabusa was still responsible for carrying the luggage.

The two didn't seem to have much distance between them because of Ishikawa Hayabusa's self-explosion.

Walking down the street under the night sky with neon lights constantly changing and shining, the two people who were playing in the center of the crowd are now standing next to Ishikawa Hayabusa.

As dinner time approached, the crowd around became more hurried. The number of students was much smaller than before, and the number of office workers rushing home, couples occasionally passing by, and people wandering aimlessly gradually increased.

Beside Ishikawa Hayabusa, Nijika thought for a long time before speaking.

"Sorry, I asked Hayabusa to get it."

Ishikawa Hayabusa realized that Nijika had something to ask, but she kept it to herself because she was worried about various situations.

But he didn't explain it directly, but he said.

"That goes along with the idea of perverts helping each other. Besides, shouldn't bandmates help Kyoritsu?"

Nijika's expression is very easy to understand.

She was stunned for a moment, then seemed to think: Could it really be? It seemed so, oh, then it doesn't matter. Then, she realized that she hadn't answered yet and nodded hurriedly.

"Aham."

Nijika is so cute.

Ryo, on the side, looked at the two and asked about wa Hayabusa's plan to participate before the performance.

"Falcon, you said before that you also plan to participate in the street show. Right?"

"Well... I want to participate in the presentation, I think it's fun."

Ryo raised an eyebrow at Ishikawa Hayabusa's words, but quickly continued.

"But you two did very well. My skill is still a bit behind theirs, but I've improved a lot."

"Don't underestimate music."

There was a hint of harshness in the cold tone.

"Then let me first hear my current level."

Ishikawa Hayabusa smiled, but showed no sign of backing down. The heavy equipment seemed to mean nothing to him.

The lights from the vehicles reflected on his face, reflecting the confidence that had never disappeared from his face.

"Hey, you two... Hayabusa-kun, Ryo is really strict when he's serious!"

Nijika quickened his pace and walked in front of the two men, trying to make peace and calm them down.

"That's okay. Criticism can help people find flaws they haven't seen. And, I warn you, perverts are very strong."

"Well, I'll be very strict."

On a street that was beginning to look like night, a pervert carrying a musical instrument and two girls walked calmly towards the stars.

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