Does gravity make me stronger?

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"What can I do? Am I supposed to hand out flyers in the pouring rain?"

"It's not impossible."

"Are you serious?" Hachiman asked, looking surprised.

Yukino Yukinoshita shook her head noncommittally: "If you don't catch a cold, you can give it a try."

"So you've really considered it, right..."

How terrifying! This woman is terrifying!

Neither of them spoke again until the band was about to take the stage.

The four little ones backstage looked very nervous.

In the stage area, apart from the drunkard named Kikuto Hiroi and two little fans of Ichiri Goto, no customers were willing to pay attention to the musicians on stage.

If things continue like this, the band's first performance is likely to end badly.

"Speaking of which..."

Hachiman suddenly spoke, and Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at him slightly. "What's wrong?"

"Don't you still owe me a favor this afternoon?"

"..."

Yukino Yukinoshita was silent for a moment, then looked up and replied with some confusion, "Yes, you can ask me for help if there's anything, but it's best not to do it now."

"Now is the time."

"?"

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him in surprise.

"Go find the store manager and prepare some dry towels and team uniforms, like the ones I'm wearing, for the end of the band's season. It's best to find larger sizes, XL or above."

Without any explanation, Hachiman picked up the umbrella with one hand and strode quickly towards the door.

Yukino Yukinoshita paused, then couldn't help but ask, "You're not really planning to go outside and hand out flyers, are you?"

"I won't use that kind of inefficient method."

"That..."

Before she could speak again, the sound of rain outside the door, as clear as the beat of a drum, began. Hachiman, holding an umbrella, disappeared into the rain, leaving only a blurry silhouette.

Chapter 194, page 191: A romantic story in the performance hall?

Before officially going on stage, Hongxia gathered the four members of the band together.

She took a breath and tried to speak in a calm tone, but even she herself didn't realize how nervous she was.

"Next, it's our turn to go on stage!"

"Nijika, you bit your tongue." Yamada Ryo made a sly smile and immediately teased her.

"Stop being so long-winded!"

"Go, go!" Goto Ichiri stretched out his hand and held it in mid-air, and the others tacitly stacked their hands on top of it.

"Well, shouldn't we have a slogan?" Kita placed her hand on top, and her suggestion was approved by everyone.

"Then I'll count to three, two, one, three, two, one..."

"Fight to end the band!"

"come on!"

"Oh!"

"To make big money!"

The four people looked at each other in bewilderment.

The next second, all four of them couldn't help but smile.

Hongxia coughed lightly and took on the role of leader of the End Band: "Then let's unify it and use End Band Fight. Kita, you can count to three, two, one."

"Hi, Captain Hongxia!"

"three."

"two."

"one!"

"Fight to end the band!"

Goto Ichiri raised her voice as loudly as possible to dispel the unease in her heart.

This performance is very important to her.

On one hand, it was because her mentor (whom she considered to be) Yukinoshita-san had come all the way from Chiba, and she wanted to make a good impression on him with this performance.

On the other hand, excluding the roadshow with Kikuri Hiroi, this was the first time she appeared in person with her real face.

As for that mango box, it had long ago been disposed of as trash by Yukino Yukinoshita.

Goto Ichiri followed her teammates and slowly walked onto the stage.

The surrounding lights weren't particularly bright, but once on stage, Goto Ichiri still unconsciously kept her head down, though she quickly realized that this was far from meeting the requirements for personality correction.

I'm probably going to get yelled at by Yukinoshita-san when I get back...

With that in mind, after a brief self-introduction, the band finished making their final adjustments.

Only then did Goto Ichiri dare to slightly raise his head to observe the situation on the ground.

What to say.

It was even more deserted than I had imagined...

Most customers stood at the back of the audience area, indifferently scrolling through their phones, as if an invisible chasm severed the connection between the stage and their center.

Goto Ichiri unconsciously held her breath, feeling a tightness in her chest and a buzzing sound in her ears.

She tried her best to adjust her state and not let anything around her affect her playing.

"Da da da da!"

Hongxia's drumsticks unexpectedly rang out.

Goto Ichiri was in a flurry of activity.

It's time to pluck the strings!

Fortunately, after this period of intense training, Goto Ichiri had already developed muscle memory, so even when she hurriedly played the strings, the music still flowed very naturally.

OK, a successful start.

Just as Goto Ichiri breathed a sigh of relief, the band's performance suffered its first mistake.

The first problem to occur was Hongxia's drumbeats.

Immediately afterwards, Kita's singing became somewhat unstable, and only Yamada Ryo's bass was relatively stable, but from Goto Ichiri's perspective, it was merely stable, and it didn't blend well with the other three's voices at all.

Goto Ichiri glanced anxiously at the audience and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the worried expressions on the faces of the fans who had come specifically to support her.

The piano music hesitated for half a second, but she quickly managed to bring it back to life.

It's fine.

There's still a chance, and Yukinoshita-san and Hikigaya-kun are still watching me.

Goto Ichiri's eyes began to search anxiously around.

Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat.

"Where did Hachiman and Yukinoshita go?"

...

Hiroi Kikuri and Iji Tomoka stood together, looking at the four people on the stage without changing their expressions, their eyes always focused on Goto Ichiri.

In that instant, a feeling of regret swept through my heart.

"Senior..."

"what?"

Ijichi Hoshika's languid reply rang out.

Aren't you going to help them?

"Tell me how I can help?"

"Think of a way, Doraemon!"

"Is it okay to be forced to do something against your will?"

Ijichi Seika glared at Hiroi Kikuri, then sighed.

From the very beginning, the band's performance veered off course.

However, thanks to the lead guitarist, the performance barely didn't collapse.

But for some reason, just as they were about to enter the chorus, the lead guitarist, Goto Ichiri, also made a mistake.

On stage, the steady guitar sound gradually became shaky, like a lone boat swaying with the wind and waves on the sea.

When the only musician in the band who can consistently deliver a good performance falters, the entire piece is about to completely collapse.

If I had to say something, she, as the examiner, also bears some responsibility. At the very least, I hope they can persevere through this failure...

"A little lonely..."

Kikuri Hiroi pouted, looking very worried.

"Bang!"

During the performance, a piercing metallic clanging sound suddenly rang out from the direction of the performance hall entrance.

Since most customers weren't paying attention to the performance, they all turned around to look at the source of the strange sound.

then.

Seven or eight young people wearing the same uniforms as the band End walked in. What was even more puzzling was that everyone's hair was wet, as if they had just climbed out of a swimming pool.

Many guests were startled by these "uninvited guests" and quickly moved to the side.

A large open space was left in the audience area.

"Are there more guests?"

Hiroi Kikuri seemed very excited and tugged at Iji Tomoka's sleeve.

"Given the weather and the time of day, there shouldn't be any new customers."

This was the first time Ichiji Hoshika had encountered such a situation, and she was completely baffled.

Since the receptionist let them in and they even bought merchandise and clothing from the band, they must be normal customers.

but.

She felt that something was wrong.

"This is my first time at a LiveHouse, and the atmosphere here is amazing."

"Tonight, hearing your pipa music is like listening to celestial music, and my ears are temporarily enlightened!"

"That's not a pipa, that's a guitar..."

Several of them were exchanging ideas with great interest.

The band's performance, which was terrible by any measure, sounded like angels singing to these strange customers.

"Look, those girls are wearing matching outfits with us!"

"Idiot, that's their team uniform."

"Ah, sorry, haha!"

The group's hearty laughter filled the entire live venue, even louder than the songs on stage. Ijichi Seika couldn't help but walk over and gently remind them to pay attention to the order of the scene.

"Sorry, this is our first time attending a live performance. We'll be more careful next time."

One of the men, who looked very handsome, made an embarrassed gesture.