The Azure Sea is not a warrior with ripped clothes.

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"Yamamoto! You son of a bitch! Didn't you say that if you carried an instrument and acted like a loser in front of the Billy players' store, girls would come and chat you up?"

Bored, the young man picked up a pebble and juggled it with the tip of his shoe. He leaned against a fake marble pillar, bowing his head and bending over, trying his best to look dejected, but the constant cursing under his breath revealed that he was not actually disappointed.

To be honest, young people join bands just to look cool! To put it more bluntly, it's about having priority in choosing a partner.

Training day and night, improving your skills but still unable to get a girlfriend – isn't that putting the cart before the horse?

"Wait a little longer... what's said online is probably true!"

With his bass guitar on his back, Yamamoto Sousuke stared unfocused at his toes; the summer heat was almost melting him!

But stubbornly refusing to compromise, even with an air-conditioned bookstore right next door, he had to maintain his composure. He had to appear颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being listless,颓废, or颓废) – he had to act颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being listless,颓废, or颓废) because he heard older women like the颓废 (颓废) look of a younger, more languid, and somewhat颓废

However, just as the two were grumbling to each other in hushed tones, they were shocked to find that the assistant guitarist next to them did not react at all.

Turning around, I realized this guy was completely out of his mind, looking like he was about to be burned to ashes! But what's a brother compared to a girlfriend?!

quite?

挺！

Giving up halfway is no different from failing at the last minute. Yamamoto Sousuke and the lead guitarist exchanged a glance and made a very scumbag choice to let the assistant guitarist bake it a little longer, until both sides were golden brown!

Fortunately, perseverance pays off. The moment the two finished exchanging glances, Yamamoto Sousuke felt a tap on his shoulder!

His heart skipped a beat, and overwhelmed with a sense of redemption—that someone finally appreciated him—he quickly turned away with a relieved smile on his face…

"Um, you guys must be from the band, right?"

After taking a picture of the crispy, fragrant noodles, Miyazawa Yu was very glad that she saw the band members as soon as she arrived in Billy. After all, who would be running around with a guitar bag on such a hot day unless they were having an event?

With a gentle smile, he awkwardly apologized to a pair of eyes that had lost all their sparkle of disappointment, saying, "I apologize for being so abrupt. But do any of you have a favorite livehouse you'd like to recommend? I also have a band that'd like to try out a studio."

"..."

Despair sometimes comes after excessive hope. When Yamamoto Sousuke discovered that the person patting him on the shoulder was actually a man, the flower of love that had blossomed in his heart was crushed.

And to make matters worse, the other party turned out to be a newly formed band member. What's the difference between this and a minotaur in front of you?

This act of forcibly taking over is no less than spitting on an already fragile flower of love, and not only that, but also crushing it twice to vent one's anger!

"You little brat! How can you be so clueless! Can't you see what we're doing, you bastard!"

"What are you doing..."

The band members were a bit unfriendly, but Miyazawa Yu wasn't angry about it. Although they came with ill intentions, he was still clear-headed about the fact that he was the one who came.

"Wasting time aimlessly standing in the sun?"

"Although what you said is indeed correct..."

Clenching his fists tightly, Sousuke Yamamoto was on the verge of tears, while the lead guitarist was already in tears, unsure how to describe his feelings.

They're college students, what's wrong with wanting to play in a band and find girlfriends? Why did God send down this idiot who's just hurting their feelings?

"Enough! We have nothing to say to you! Go ask someone else about this!"

"that is!"

"well……?"

With a slight frown, Miyazawa Yu looked at the three teary-eyed guys with dead fish eyes, completely baffled. He really couldn't understand what their trigger was.

Although he had heard that the band members were not approachable, this was the first time he had ever met a bad guy who started yelling at him as soon as they met.

Of course, the scoundrels from Izu University don't count. Those guys are the kind of scum who can turn into demons in a heartbeat for the sake of three beauties and verbally abuse their colleagues!

He stepped back two steps to give the band members space to hug and comfort each other. He hesitated for two seconds and looked around, only to find that there were indeed no other band members besides these three guys.

"Woo..."

Although I feel bad, I may still have to trouble them. However, given their non-violent and uncooperative attitude, Miyazawa Yu feels that she may need to use some tricks!

"Yamamoto! Don't be sad! You'll get one, you'll definitely get a girlfriend!"

"Damn it! Why can't I be any more handsome? Is it my fate to not attract girls even if I carry a bass guitar?"

"that……"

Two more pats on the shoulder, and Yamamoto Sousuke, tears welling in his eyes, turned his head sharply, forcing back a sob as he shouted, "I already said I don't know! Don't push your luck..."

His momentum gradually weakened halfway through his speech.

He glanced down at the large shadow cast on the ground, then slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping along the firm lines of his waist and abdomen until it reached the top, where his golden mushroom-shaped head seemed to be bathed in holy light under the sunlight.

At this moment, he finally emerged from the shadow of "heartbreak" and recalled a detail he had just noticed but had selectively ignored—the guy who asked for directions seemed to be carrying a drum set!

"Um... I admit I was speaking a little loud just now..."

Seeing the hot-tempered young band members instantly transform into adorable little boys, Miyazawa Yu draped the clothes he had taken off over his shoulders and rolled his eyes so hard they almost flew to the sky.

So why do Japanese college students, who are perfectly capable of speaking properly, start yelling and shouting as soon as they carry a guitar? Art is meant to improve one's character, not to be used for arrogance!

"Don't worry, we will absolutely not use force against outsiders. I just wanted to ask if there are any livehouses around that are more welcoming to newcomers."

"Yes Yes……"

After apologizing, Yamamoto Sousuke didn't dare to raise his head. He couldn't help it; although the boy in front of him looked a year or two younger, his well-developed pectoral muscles were something he could never achieve in his lifetime.

And is it even possible to look slim in clothes but muscular when undressed? This is practically a transformation!

If the other party had spoken to him in this manner earlier, he wouldn't have dared to get angry!

"Here you go! This is our usual livehouse, please accept it!"

"Thank you so much……"

Taking the business card from Yamamoto, Miyazawa Yu bowed politely to express his gratitude. After all, he felt he should show some courtesy since the other party had helped him.

However, in Yamamoto Sousuke's eyes, when the two-meter-tall muscular man bowed slightly, their faces were exactly at the same level!

And to make matters worse, Miyazawa Yu belatedly reminded him, "Don't be so impulsive next time. At least speak politely to strangers..."

"Gulu!"

Interpreting this as the strong man's dissatisfaction with his rough attitude, Yamamoto Sousuke pointed his head out in a blur, trying to ensure that he would never forget his boss's teachings!

"Hey~ Gentlemen, please don't argue in front of our store. Is there anything we can help you with?"

"No, no! I was just asking for directions, right?"

"okokokok!"

Nodding frantically, Yamamoto Sousuke, seizing the opportunity presented by someone's intervention, picked up the backup guitar with the guitarist and said goodbye, "Now that the problem is solved, we'll be going! Ghana!"

"Bye-Bye?"

With a sigh, Miyazawa Yuu realized that this was why he didn't like using his muscular form in his daily life; after all, even if he just wanted a chance to communicate, it might scare others.

Pab and bars are still the best~ Everyone seems to get even more excited when they see their own muscular form.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you, wait a moment..."

Turning to the waitress and apologizing, Miyazawa Yu was about to suggest using navigation to check the address the band had given him when his gaze suddenly fixed on the bookstore waitress.

Familiar gray-brown eyes, neat short hair, and strikingly dark skin...

"Hiss...the coffee shop this morning?"

"Yes! It's also a part-time job for me. The bookstore is my second part-time job after my shift ends at midnight!"

Seemingly happy that Miyazawa Yu recognized her, Miss Blackie clapped her hands, radiating energy and good spirits, and glanced at the Livehouse address in Miyazawa Yu's hand.

Are you looking to form your own band?

"No, it's actually a friend's band. They're just helping out by finding a studio."

"That's it..."

After glancing at Miyazawa Yu's bulging muscles from head to toe, Miss Dark-skinned immediately conjured up an image of a muscular band of strong men with steam billowing from their nostrils.

"Actually, I also have friends who play in bands. Based on your style, I recommend you give it a try!"

"Huh? Really!"

Her eyes lit up instantly. Miyazawa Yu quickly put on her coat, grabbed the dark-skinned lady's hand, and shook it vigorously. There really are many good people in the world! Her impression of the band members has changed!

"Thank you for your help! I'd like to go take a look!"

"Yes, I'll write down the address for you now. I look forward to your next visit!"

Chapter 265 This is the bond between drinkers!

"Hello? Is anyone there? Hello!"

Half an hour later in Shinjuku, walking through an old commercial district that rivaled unfinished buildings, Miyazawa Yuto looked around and his eyes narrowed, having lost their luster.

Unfortunately, the business district is old and the corresponding management measures are very poor. Even in public places, there are still many people who hide in the stairwells to smoke. The smoke is like a targeted attack on the lungs of normal visitors!

Is it even possible for a live music venue to be in a place like this? A bead of cold sweat trickled down his forehead. Although he didn't think the dark-skinned waitress would lie, but...

"Ah! Found it, it's actually located in a place like this?"

Thinking this, Miyazawa Yu walked around the corner and finally stopped next to the staff elevator. In front of him was a fire door with many old posters on it, which looked very old!

Without a doubt, his destination, "FDLT," was right in front of him, which was said to be a rock music venue with a very good reputation!

"Sorry for disturbing you!"

Upon entering, Miyazawa Yu greeted the dimly lit venue, which only had a few small lights on, to avoid being mistaken for an intruder by the Livehouse, which was not yet open for business. Then his eyes lit up!

However, just a door separates the interior and exterior styles, which are completely opposite.

Compared to the old commercial districts that are full of decay, this Livehouse is quite well maintained, except for its somewhat gloomy decor. Even the decorative pipes are kept very clean!

The boss seems to be a sophisticated woman...

"Hmm? There's no show today! The next show hasn't been decided yet, please wait!"

With a broom slung over his shoulder and a grim expression, the man tilted his head slightly, the long, thin earrings on his ears, almost covering his normal skin, clinking together with a crisp sound.

As the mouth opened and closed, Miyazawa Yu's expression froze instantly, and at the same time, he could see the tongue piercing and lip piercing in the other person's mouth. Without a doubt, these were real things, unlike the cheap props of the Rebellious One!

And this amount...

"Ahaha, no, actually I wanted to ask if you still accept band performance applications here..."

Immediately waving her hand to make her stance clear, Miyazawa Yu smiled bitterly as she tore up the image of the gentle and virtuous older sister boss lady in her mind, and was already ready to run away at any moment!

Just kidding, even if you're not afraid of a livehouse run by delinquents, you should at least consider the feelings of the other people!

With those dead fish eyes and dark circles, the piercing from his lips to his chin, and that hoarse, deep-voiced man's voice, it would be a miracle if the girls didn't burst into tears!

"A band? Oh~ Is this guy planning his debut performance or a show here? Do you have a corresponding fan base?"

"Ugh?"

The fierce man pulled her to sit on a plastic chair in a strange tone. Miyazawa Yu watched with wide eyes as the man carefully arranged the equipment, then poured half a cup of drink, bent his knees, and smiled as he placed it in front of her.

"Please~"

"Yes Yes!"

Completely bewildered by the overly friendly service, Miyazawa Yu watched the delinquent youth run off to get paper and pen to take notes, his mind racing with questions—what kind of approach is this? Do delinquents these days like to talk like this?

To be fair, the other party was very courteous. Even though they served Coke, it couldn't hide the fact that they were treating a seasoned person like me!

"What's wrong? Were you scared?"

Sitting across from the guest, Yoshida Ginjiro smiled helplessly and spread his hands, saying, "Actually, many girls run away when they see me, which bothers me a lot!"

"No, no, no, it's just that the stereotypes have been broken, which is a bit confusing..."

After rubbing her temples for a couple of seconds, Miyazawa Yu looked up again and found that the man in front of her hadn't turned into a gentle older sister, so she could only disappointingly abandon the fairy tale of the frog prince.

But is he an uncle who looks like a delinquent on the surface, but actually has a girlish heart?

It seems I judged people by their appearance! That's wrong!

"Hello! Miyazawa Yu, drummer for the Jinjiang River band. We'd like to find a livehouse to perform at to make up for our past disappointments. Do you accept newcomers?"

"Yes, yes! We can accept it. It's quite impressive that Brother You adapted so quickly."

They reached out and clasped hands tightly. Only then did Miyazawa Yu catch a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that the other person had put effort into not only their accessories.

There seem to be tattoos hidden under his shirt on his waist and abdomen! He looks like a super dedicated rocker! It has to be said, he's truly deserving of a career in the studio!

"Hmm... I understand the details now."