Chapter 66 The Adventures of Ajian (7)
“Singing well, singing well!”
“Qiqi is the best~”
“Move bigger , the amplitude should be bigger.”
“You are so spiritless, do you really want to be an idol?”
The group of social youths who were making noises still looked like they were watching the excitement, and were not listening to the singing at all. The random beats made the little idol's singing sound off-key. The more he sang, the less confident the little idol was, so he could only continue. As I sang, I wanted to finish the whole song, but tears couldn't stop rolling in my eyes.
"I have decided!" Takeru was really angry. He looked at Inuyama Heita seriously and said, "I want to use my last wish!"
Inuyama Heita retreated He took a step forward and said: "Um...I'm not good at fighting."
"No, it's not. "Take approached Inuyama Heita and whispered in his ear. Inuyama Heita's expression gradually became weird. He looked at Takeru and asked, "Is this your last wish?"
"Yes, I'm serious!" Taken bowed ninety degrees: "Inuyama-san, please!"
Heita Inuyama struggled for a while, then gritted his teeth and said: "Okay..."
After that, Heita Inuyama and Takeru left the underground passage.
After a while, the little idol’s voice was choked with sobs, but he still played the guitar and sang. However, those social youths who were making noises were not aware of it at all. They were still shouting and even started using their mobile phones. Taking photos of embarrassing scenes of the little idol, shouting to post them on the Internet, so as to gain fame and increase her popularity.
"Get out of the way." At this time, a cold voice came from behind the group of social youths.
"Huh? Who is it?" The young people in society turned their heads one after another, wanting to see who was provoking them, but when they saw the person coming, they were stunned.
It wasn't that the person who came was too fierce-looking, a strong man with an eight-foot height and an eight-foot waist, but that he was dressed too strangely.
The man was wearing a student uniform and a mask that covered the lower half of his face, only showing his eyes. He wore a white headband with the words "Qiqi (Love) Life" written on it. ", holding two fluorescent sticks, like a general about to go to the battlefield holding his own sword. Although he is not an eight-foot tall man, young people in society just feel a strong wind blowing in their faces, and feel that this man is imposing. Not simple.
"Who are you?" the social youth asked strangely.
“Me?” The visitor pointed at the little idol with a light stick and said, “I’m here to support you!”
The little idol had stopped singing a long time ago and was a little at a loss. The social youths also looked at each other, and the scene was a little quiet for a while.
"Your Highness, come on, please start singing again." The visitor was full of high spirits, and the glow stick in his hand was ready and would start waving at any time.
The little idol didn’t know what was happening, but she still panicked and started playing the guitar, turned on the accompaniment, and sang a song.
“No, what are you here for?” The young people in society were a little confused.
The man ignored them, but slowly raised the light stick in his hand to the singing of the little idol, solemnly, and then waved it to the rhythm.
“Are you crazy?” The social youth took a step back, obviously not wanting to be associated with this guy who behaved strangely.
When the little idol sang the chorus, as soon as he finished singing a sentence, the man put up a strange posture and waved vigorously. Whenever the little idol took a breather while singing, he would shout out a sentence accurately. : "Hey!"
"I am an idol from the night sky~"
"Hey!" "Starlight blooming with love~"
"Hey!"
"You and I are destined to meet each other, and everything must be perfect for each other!"
"Hey! Hey! Hey hey hey!"
The movements of the mysterious fans are almost in line with the little idol's songs Perfectly overlapping, he used exaggerated movements to shout slogans in the rhythm of the song. Although the support dance he performed had no beauty and was even too funny, the strong and serious sense of rhythm gradually infected the little idol and made her slow down. Slowly entering the state, immersed in the performance.
There was only one person below, but the momentum made her feel that she was facing countless fans waving light sticks and loving her, and the surroundings were no longer underground passages with people coming and going, but It’s a Budokan where the flashlights shine like stars.
The two seemed to have entered a wonderful state of harmony between nature and man. They no longer struggled with the eyes of others, but devoted themselves wholeheartedly to making their performance the best. At this moment, they sang and performed together , like a perfect team.
"Tsk, what the hell... let's go." The leading social youth looked at the mysterious fan with disgust, showing a disgusting expression: "No, this guy's actions are too shameful! You can smell it just by staying here. There is a strong house odor!”
Others felt the same way. The awkward movements of the man’s dance made them feel uncomfortable. Just looking at it made them so embarrassed that they didn’t want to stay there at all. He was around so that no one would think there was a relationship between them.
In addition to them, other pedestrians passing by the underground passage were also like this. They looked at the two people with strange eyes as they passed by, and then hurried past. But the two of them were not affected at all and continued to sing their own songs as if they were the only ones left in the world.
“I am an idol from the night sky~”
“The starlight of love is blooming~”
"You and I are destined to meet each other, and everything must fall in love perfectly!"
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!"
End of the song , the little idol is still immersed in the afterglow of focusing on the performance. She feels that this may be her best and most exciting performance, although she only has a guitar in her hand, a small speaker beside her, and the stage she is on is a simple underground. However, she has the best audience. Even if many years have passed, whether she has become famous or not, she feels that she will still remember this performance.
"Thank you! Thank you!" The little idol bowed deeply to his fans, and his tears fell like pearls.
"Then, please shake my hand." the fan said and extended his hands.
The little idol raised her head. The tears stained her makeup and made her look a little embarrassed, but she still saw the other person's eyes that had no evil thoughts at all, but only seriousness. So she stretched out her hand and the fan held it tightly.
"The so-called idol." The fan said: "It is the bright starlight in the sky, which can bring hope and guidance to people. It is the power that can inspire people. I have been inspired by this power. , allowing me to walk bravely on the street without caring about other people’s eyes. , find your own happiness. Now, I want to convey this power to you. No matter how dirty the darkness hidden under the idol’s path is, please use this power to light up the road ahead.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the man turned around and walked away without any hesitation.
"Thank you!" Looking at the man's back, the little idol shouted loudly: "I will remember it! Excuse me, what is your name?"
The man stopped. , smiled slightly, and said: "Idols cannot have too deep connections with a certain fan. My name is not enough to mention, but if you insist on asking, my name is..."
"——Soldier of Love."
Heita Inuyama's restricted area +1.
(End of this chapter)