Chapter 184

This time, the spotlight wasn't on a band, but on a single person.

As far as Seika knows, this kind of thing doesn't happen very often at the Seesaw Festival, and those who have been featured in such separate edits in the past, except for some special reasons, have all become master musicians.

Listening to this solo, Seika had a feeling that many imitations of this solo would appear online soon.

Hitori's solo performance wasn't long; when you were immersed in it, time seemed to slow down, but when it ended, you found it surprisingly short, even leaving you feeling resentful.

Seeing this, Seika already felt that the result of their performance was excellent.

She breathed a sigh of relief, glanced back at Nijika's room, listened for any sounds, and continued watching with a relaxed attitude without turning off the live stream.

But when the camera switches to the next shot, it looks somewhat familiar even though it's blurred, and it's another scene of someone facing a single person.

Seika:???

As soon as the music started, Seika immediately recognized the familiar rhythm. Wasn't this the song "Kara Kara" that his sister's band had been practicing so hard recently?

And then there was the sound of a rock organ; she immediately recognized it—wasn't this a pervert?!

She had momentarily forgotten that the perverted technique was also extraordinary.

However, as Seika watched the image gradually become clearer, she felt something was off. It seemed that there was no one in the area the camera was pointing at, only a keyboard.

But after the blur was removed, she stared blankly at the image.

What is this pervert doing?

On the other side.

Seeing two members of their band taking center stage, Nijika had no other thoughts but felt incredibly excited.

But when she saw the video of Ishikawa Hayato playing, she couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

She spoke in their band's chat group.

"It felt normal at the time, but looking at it separately now, it still feels really strange. Should we contact the organizers, Hayato-kun?"

She had barely posted the message for two seconds when someone replied.

Liang: "It's okay, this way we'll become famous even more easily."

Nijika: "Hey!"

Kita: "I always felt that Hayato-kun wouldn't care about this kind of thing, and it's not that bad, at least to me it looks pretty cool."

Nijika: "It seems... to be true."

The three chatted like this, seemingly having anticipated that the person in question wouldn't show up.

After all, Hitori noon, Ichiri seemed to have something important to say to Ishikawa Hayato, but when they were chatting in the group chat in the evening before the live stream was about to start, Hitori, who would definitely be there at this time, was nowhere to be seen, and neither was the other person.

It's hard not to overthink things in this situation.

None of them dared to call and congratulate Hitori being featured in the highlight reel.

If someone with a terrible temper answers the phone and they hear some strange noises, they won't know what to congratulate them on.

Soon, Ishikawa Hayato's solo highlight faded, just when Seika thought their highlight was over.

A scene, blurred yet still incredibly familiar, begins to play, accompanied by the same piece of music performed during a previous solo.

This time, she knew without even thinking which band came in second place.

Seika stared in shock at the blurred image.

Second place!

The second place is even more eye-catching than the first place.

The three consecutive highlights are all from her sister's band!

Then she heard a surprised scream coming from Nijika's room.

"Very good!"

Then came the sound of slippers quickly stepping on the floor as they approached.

Although Seika wanted to see the screen, she quickly switched the computer screen, and at the same time, Nijika's voice arrived before she did.

"Sister! We're number two in the Seesaw Festival's Most Popular Bands list!"

Seika stopped smiling and calmly turned to look at her younger sister, who was rushing towards her excitedly with her phone in hand.

Seeing her excited expression, Seika smiled slightly to herself, but her face remained expressionless.

"That's great! We shouldn't have to pay for our own performances anymore."

"Huh, this is it?"

Nijika's excitement turned to cold, and she stared blankly at Seika.

Seika didn't react at all, still looking at her coldly.

Nijika pursed her lips tightly and shrank her chin.

A moment later.

"My sister is such a fool, so clueless, such a blockhead, only twenty-nine years old!"

She called out and ran back.

"Twenty-nine years old can't be considered an insult, right?"

Seika made a comment, then turned around and smiled as she opened Seesaw Festival's official video account, preparing to download the videos to watch later.

148. New Home

That evening, after delivering the goods for Hitori, Ishikawa Hayato obediently went home.

Sitting on the tram, he rubbed his hair sleepily, but still took out his phone to check their popularity ranking at the music festival.

He wasn't disappointed to see that they came in second place. After all, they and SIDEROS weren't even on the same starting line for this performance; in fact, SIDEROS had already reached the finish line before the start.

As long as I don't fall, I can reliably take first place.

He then glanced at a bunch of unread Line messages.

The girls in the band's online group were overjoyed at achieving a ranking that exceeded their expectations, and they were even planning a celebration party after the CD was completed, which made him smile slightly.

As for his solo performance, he naturally didn't care at all.

If you're afraid of losing face, why be a pervert?

Seeing that their happy messages in the group chat had been scrolling through several pages, he belatedly added a comment.

"Congratulations to our band on reaching another milestone."

When he got home, he greeted his parents, who were watching TV, as he passed through the living room.

"Good evening, Mom and Dad; good evening last night; good morning and good afternoon this day~"

"Alright, alright, you've really been having a blast lately."

When Ishikawa Jinpei saw his brat who had been out having fun for two days, he laughed and scolded him. He was already used to Ishikawa Hayato making up for the missed greetings.

"Falcon, you can't stay out this late all the time."

Sitting next to him, Ishikawa Shizuka reminded him in a slightly stern tone.

Ishikawa Hayato answered with his hands on his hips, looking quite proud.

I was taking my girlfriend home.

This impeccable, even somewhat boastful, excuse left them speechless, and they no longer wanted to ask whether the girl they were receiving gifts from for two consecutive days was the same girlfriend.

Just as Ishikawa Hayato was about to leave, he remembered something, stopped, and spoke to his parents.

"By the way, I've already rented an apartment in Shimokitazawa, and I'll probably be moving out soon."

He had already told the two of them about this, so they didn't react much.

Ishikawa Jinpei put on a smug expression, as if he could finally have him under control, picked up a cup of tea, brought it to his lips, and asked casually.

"Oh? Where?"

He was just waiting for Ishikawa Hayato to ask him for money so he could put on a good show in front of him.

Ishikawa Hayato waited until he had his tea in his mouth before revealing the name of the ultra-luxury apartment.

"Pfft!" / "Eh?!"

Seeing the two men's different reactions of surprise, and his father spitting out a whole table of tea, he nodded in satisfaction.

"I can afford to pay for this myself. You two are welcome to come over and have some fun sometime!"

After saying that, he skipped and hopped to his room to get his clothes, took a shower, and returned to his room without hesitation, turning off the lights and getting into bed.

In bed, perfect for sweet dreams, I prepare for Hitori's furniture shopping trip with my friend.

But shortly after he got into bed, someone in another part of Tokyo, as if sensing his presence, invited him to a video call.

His phone rang.

Ishikawa Hayato, who was still awake, reached out with his eyes closed, grabbed his phone to turn on the screen, and only opened his eyes after taking it.

Liang initiated the video call with him.

Without hesitation, he answered the call.

Soon, a cool and beautiful face appeared on the phone. Unlike in his room, the lights were on, and she didn't look sleepy at all.

Although her expression was calm as she sat on the bed, her eyes betrayed her concern as she glanced around Ishikawa Hayato, her gaze captured by the camera.

It had bright, expressive eyes that darted left and right.

That reaction was quite adorable.

Ishikawa Hayato was also observing her, and she remained silent after taking in the surrounding situation.

After a while, she spoke.

Where's Bocchi?

Ishikawa Hayato smiled faintly.

"Is this your girlfriend checking up on your dorm?"

Liang's gaze met his on the phone screen.

You can think of it that way.

Ishikawa Hayato lightly got up from the bed, walked to the door, and said in a smug and arrogant tone.

"What a pity. If I had a magic that could summon people from my phone, I would definitely use it on Ryo right now."

Before he could finish speaking, he pressed the light switch.

The room lights came on.

Ryo, who had been here once before, stared blankly at the room for a moment, then looked at Ishikawa Hayato with a strange expression.

"Under the bed."

"What kind of person do you take me for?" Ishikawa Hayato complained, and then casually waved his phone under the bed.

"It's precisely because you're a pervert that I think you'd date, sleep with, and get someone pregnant all at once."

Ryo couldn't help but chuckle at her own words.

Ishikawa Hayato sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation. He turned off the light, went back to bed, and placed his phone flat next to his pillow, staring at it in the cool air.

"So, it seems that both Ryo and Kita are pregnant."

Ryo looked at him with very obvious disdain.

Ishikawa Hayato chuckled and quickly brushed it off.

Lying in bed looking at the cool, sitting figure, he felt quite uncomfortable, so he made a suggestion.

"By the way, the timing is perfect. Ryo, why don't you turn off the lights and put your phone by the bed like I did, and try out the feeling of cyber-shared bed?"

Ryo looked at Ishikawa Hayato lying on the bed, his thoughtful gaze shifting for a moment.