Chapter 210

"Check your Line later, I'm hanging up now."

"Oh."

Less than a minute later, under Seika's heavy gaze, Nijika put down her chopsticks and picked up her phone, which had received a LINE message.

Seika was sitting on the other side of the table, saw her unlock her phone and peek over there.

But Nijika cautiously held onto her phone and avoided the area.

Seika then pretended to be uninterested and sat back down.

Nijika just picked up her phone to look at the Line message from Ishikawa Hayato Nijika.

He said.

"If you want my forgiveness, please take a picture of Hayato-kun Nijika his expectations because I was too excited,' and send it to me so I can keep it for life."

Nijika gripped her phone tightly.

She dialed Ishikawa Hayato's number again, and as soon as the call connected, she shouted.

"Who would do that!"

Then it hung up again, and the caller complained angrily.

"Hayato-kun is really too bad."

Although Seika has never been in a relationship, he has seen his bandmates date before.

She's seen plenty of girls who say they hate it, but then cling to their boyfriends so tightly they can't let go.

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Seika asked with a calm expression.

"You wouldn't have fallen for that pervert, would you?"

Nijika was taken aback, then gave a smile to hide her embarrassment.

"Sister, what are you saying?!"

She finished her breakfast quickly in two bites, then turned and left.

Seika didn't press the matter.

On the other side, after receiving Nijika's death-roaring phone call, Ishikawa Hayato rubbed his ears and laughed nonchalantly.

Only Hitori on the opposite side showed an expression of admiration.

Hayabusa is truly amazing; he can actually make someone as gentle as Nijika angry.

Before long, the two finished their breakfast.

Originally, Ishikawa Hayato was responsible for cleaning up after meals, but today, because he took over making breakfast, Hitori also insisted on doing the cleanup.

Of course, Hitori was just occupying a position, weakly watching Ishikawa Hayato.

Seeing Hitori's weak yet stubborn demeanor, Ishikawa Hayato stopped trying to take her away from her.

While Hitori was washing the dishes, Ishikawa Hayato leaned against the cupboard and watched her.

He asked again.

What are you planning to do Hitori, Yili?

Hitori paused, her gaze lingering on the pool before shifting to Ishikawa Hayato after a moment.

"Falcon, can we practice together?"

"Certainly."

Ishikawa Hayato responded quickly.

Hitori smiled and patiently resumed washing the dishes.

She had always felt uneasy. Before they started dating, Ishikawa Hayato had always hoped that she would make an effort, but after they started dating, he seemed indifferent to it, which made her nervous.

But now that she knows what Ishikawa Hayato is thinking, she feels she still needs to work hard.

It wasn't just that she wanted Ishikawa Hayato to see a better version of her; she also felt that even if Ishikawa Hayato could accept her, she herself couldn't accept being content with just getting by with him.

Without Hitori even realizing it, her goal changed.

I started working on my own ideas, no longer because of others.

166. Choices Before the Semester (2)

After they finished packing, the two walked together toward the rehearsal room, but in a particularly affectionate way.

Ishikawa Hayato, with his arms around Hitori's waist, walked along, his body hunched over and his head resting on her shoulder, looking both disheveled and happy.

A happy smile graced Hitori's face, her fair cheeks slightly flushed, her slender hands resting on the arms of Ishikawa Hayato that were holding her waist.

The large hand was stacked on top of the small hand, which made the Hitori hand appear soft and boneless, even radiantly white.

The two had been living together for over ten days, and at first they both pretended to be serious, trying to make a good impression on each other.

But Ishikawa Hayato quickly realized Hitori's thoughts, stopped his awkward behavior, and often pulled her into his arms without saying a word, whispering sweet nothings to her.

After getting over the initial shyness, they would take the initiative to ask for hugs and stick close to each other when the mood struck Hitori.

Usually at this point, Ishikawa Hayato would tease her a little, waiting for her to speak before responding.

Seeing Hitori shyly clutching her hands, looking up with her watery eyes that evoked pity, nervously whispering her desire for intimacy, my heart was filled with an overwhelming sense of excitement.

This isn't occasional; it happens on average once a day. Hitori, and Ishikawa Hayato is pretty much the same.

When the two of them have nothing to do at home, they basically stick together.

It's only because these two people happen to enjoy this kind of intimate behavior that they can tolerate it; anyone else definitely wouldn't be able to stand this level of clinginess.

They chatted about the pieces to practice while walking affectionately to the rehearsal room, only separating when it was time to get down to business.

Ishikawa Hayato went to the corner and propped up the synthesizer stand that had been sitting there for a long time.

He hasn't been practicing privately much lately, except for group practice sessions; there's even dust on the synthesizer stand.

He wiped it with a cloth before placing the synthesizer on it.

Hitori picked up the guitar that was on the shelf, which was obviously his favorite, quickly connected the audio cable, and looked at Ishikawa Hayato.

She watched Ishikawa Hayato carefully place the synthesizer on the stand, lost in thought.

A moment later, when Ishikawa Hayato was almost ready, she asked in a low voice.

"The Falcon's synthesizer must be very expensive..."

Ishikawa Hayato adjusted the synthesizer settings to suit the accompaniment, glancing up at Hitori during a break.

"Hmm, it should be about the same price as Hitori's guitar."

Hitori, then raised her voice with some expectation and asked.

"Is this synthesizer... really that important...?"

"Hmm... it's quite important, but that's why I bought the expensive synthesizer. It's more comfortable to use the one that's easy to use than a new one."

After setting up the synthesizer sounds, Ishikawa Hayato looked at Hitori and answered with a smile.

Hitori wasn't the kind of girl who would argue or make a fuss; she definitely wasn't asking him about something vague or unrelated.

"So..."

Hitori felt inexplicably lost, and pressed her hand on the strings.

It was only then that Ishikawa Hayato walked over, put his hand on her waist, and asked.

"What's wrong?"

Ichiri hesitated for Hitori before looking at Ishikawa Hayato with unease and asking.

"Will I block Falcon's view when he's standing at the back during the performance?"

Hearing her words, Ishikawa Hayato couldn't help but laugh.

"If even I'm being held back by worry, then Nijika becomes the invisible fifth member of our band."

Hitori thought about it and realized it was a terrible idea. She hadn't meant to laugh, but Ishikawa Hayato laughing, she couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Ishikawa Hayato knew she was thinking about more than that, so he asked again.

"Anything else?"

Hitori's expression froze.

She knew she couldn't hide it from Ishikawa Hayato, but she was also afraid that Ishikawa Hayato would spend a lot of money because of her words. Thinking about this made her panic, and she waved her hands as she spoke.

"Well... I just thought of it by accident, I didn't really mean it, Hayabusa... Hayabusa, please don't mind it."

"Um."

Seeing that Ishikawa Hayato calmly gave his affirmation, Hitori was quickly infected by his mood and put aside his extra thoughts, speaking in a steady tone.

"Last time I blocked Hayabusa's solo... and then I started thinking... should Hayabusa switch to a portable synthesizer and come to the front..."

After hearing what Hitori said, Ishikawa Hayato stared blankly.

He took a shoulder strap from his backpack, threaded it through the chassis of his synthesizer, slung it around his neck, and finally placed his hands on the keyboard as if in triumph.

He opened his arms again, looking shocked, as if to say, "That works, doesn't it?"

Hitori stared at him dumbfounded, then covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

After laughing for a while, she walked over to Ishikawa Hayato and reached out to touch his neck, which was draped with suspenders.

"Falcon, don't get hurt."

"Hitori is becoming more and more of a virtuous wife and loving mother."

"Eh..."

The two practiced together in the rehearsal room, chatting and laughing.

Hitori has a very low threshold for laughter. She's the kind of person who, when she's with someone she knows well and feels comfortable, can laugh uncontrollably at a casual joke.

But it's also possible that she realized Ishikawa Hayato was just trying to make her laugh, and she was already secretly enjoying herself even before she heard the joke.

When they practiced, they felt like they were playing a love song together.

They can make even the gloomy melodies sound sweet.

Both are highly skilled, and during their practice sessions, they easily blended their emotions with the music, as if they were expressing their feelings through music.

Watching each other's hands playing on their instruments and listening to the music they played together, they felt that they could continue practicing no matter how long it took.

This special practice made them completely unaware of the passage of time.

Some time later, Ishikawa Hayato's phone rang.

The two stopped practicing.

Ishikawa Hayato waved his hand sheepishly, but Hitori's response was even more exaggerated; she shook her head vigorously to indicate that it was okay.

Her hair was all messed up from shaking.

Ishikawa Hayato took out his phone and checked the time, only then realizing it was almost noon.

The person who called him was Liang.

He answered the phone, and Liang's first words were...

"Come to my house and help me move my things."

Hearing her impolite words, Ishikawa Hayato paused, then asked, seemingly sensing something amiss.

"What are you moving..."

As he spoke, he casually smoothed Hitori's long hair, Hitori quietly let him do as he pleased.

"Luggage, and don't forget you promised to include meals."

Liang clearly didn't want to waste any more time arguing with him, so she hung up the phone directly.