The Moon Is Beautiful

Even if Jilan Jiyu had such suspicions, it was impossible to verify them one by one in this situation. (The remaining text Mirko.)

However, unexpectedly, Jilan spotted Yaoyorozu, Uraraka, Jiro, and Asui in a corner.

Some distance away from them, Jilan Jiyu noticed that they were engrossed in the concert and didn't go over. He originally wanted to leave quietly, but was spotted by Asui, whose neck was a little sore from looking up for so long.

Asui and Jilan exchanged a glance. She had originally wanted to call Yaoyorozu and the others, who had been wondering where Jilan had gone, to look in that direction. However, after seeing Jilan put her finger to her lips and make a "don't make a fuss" gesture, she nodded and gave up the idea.

To be honest, Asui was a little jealous. Whether it was Yaoyorozu, Hagakure, or even Jiro and Ashido who weren't here today, they had all had some close contact with Jilan during this Sports Festival. But he felt like a forgotten frog, all alone in a well looking at the sky.

If there's a frog prince in this world, then there must be a frog princess too, right? Now, I'm the only one who found him in the crowd. Does that mean this is a secret that belongs only to us?

Asui loves making friends, and even snakes, who are completely at odds with frogs, will become friends with them without any reservations if the other party shows the same interest. But even among good friends, there are bound to be some secrets.

Seeing that Asui Jilan n't make a sound, but instead took out his phone and pointed at it, Jilan understood and took out his phone, which was turned off, from his pocket.

Well, because not many people usually message Jilan's kept his phone off for the past two days to better focus on training. After all, he has no family, and no one will urge him to go home for dinner. (35xs)

However, as soon as Jilan turned on her phone, she saw that the number of missed calls and messages was already 99. As usual, she ignored the message from Yoarashi, and in an instant, there were only a dozen or so messages left.

Hagakure, Yaoyorozu, Ashido, Midoriya, Utsushimi, Ishihara each sent one or two messages. Hagakure and Ashido were asking if he was free on the weekend; Yaoyorozu was asking why he was at the concert and where he was now; Ishihara said she wanted to thank him for inviting her to dinner.

Jilan Jiyu didn't reply, but instead looked at the message from Asui, who had just sent the message. Incidentally, her profile picture was a cute frog standing on a lotus leaf.

"After the concert, can we spend some time alone together?"

Asui sent me this message.

Jilan was somewhat surprised and looked up at Asui. Clearly, her account hadn't been hacked; the message had been sent by her own will. Her eyes were fixed on Jilan, waiting for his reply.

You want to be alone with me for a while, which means you want to ask yourself why you're here?

"No problem, I'll text you after it's over."

Jilan nodded knowingly, sending the message back with a smile to Asui.

Seeing that Asui nodded and waved, Jilan rejoined the crowd, hoping to find proof that the Killer Queen had ever existed.

"Tsuyu-chan, who are you greeting?" Yaoyorozu asked, glancing at him with a puzzled look.

"Nobody's here," Asui replied with her usual expressionless face.

Yaoyorozu initially spotted a blonde figure in the crowd and mistook it for Jilan, but since Tsuyu-chan said no, she must have been mistaken.

Suddenly Asui said, "Yaoyorozu-chan, could you make me a hat?"

"Huh? A hat? Sure." Yaoyorozu was a little surprised, but still nodded in agreement.

As Jilan had predicted, even as the UL Band on stage ended the concert with "earethe ions," he still hadn't found what he was looking for in the crowd.

"Jilan, it's all over now, aren't you going to go on stage and thank everyone?"

Camie Utsushimi sitting casually in the somewhat cramped backstage area, drinking one cocktail after another that Hitomi Mishima had mixed on the spot, as if it were just plain water. After finishing one, she would smack her lips, seemingly trying to discern the difference between it and the previous one.

Camie Utsushimi the manager of the UL Band, but in reality, she is more like an investor. She handled everything from the venue for this performance and the modified vehicles to the DJ who sounded particularly like Mic to Jilan Jiyu Yu. Jilan only offered a few suggestions.

If I had to describe Camie Utsushimi in one word, it would be: rich woman.

She had always had a wish to drink as many cocktails as possible made by Hitomi Mishima, but because she was an employee of Shindo Hi, she had never been able to fulfill it. However, during this concert, Hitomi, as a staff member, was obligated to fulfill all reasonable or unreasonable requests from her manager. So, Hitomi could only use her skillful techniques, with a look of utter despair, to mix dozens of cocktails from Camie Utsushimi's private stash into various flavors to satisfy her craving.

Jilan rested his hands on the metal case holding the musical instruments, swirling a pale blue cocktail in his hand. He looked at the sea of faces in the audience and gently shook his head. "No need. My wish has already been fulfilled."

"So your wish is to have David Bowie and the een Band sing a duet on stage?" Camie Utsushimi chuckled, "I never knew you could be such a sentimental person."

In Maslow's hierarchy of needs, physiological needs are only at the lowest level. Jilan's consistent approach to action has always been based on the premise of living a peaceful life. However, higher-level needs can suppress and control lower-level needs. Jilan Jiyu's desire to achieve this wish prevailed over their ideal of a peaceful life, which led them to do something that was somewhat attention-grabbing.

Fortunately, this was just an underground concert, and not many people paid attention to it except for rock music lovers. Although Yaoyorozu and others found out, it shouldn't have much impact on his life afterward.

However, if she could do it all over again, Jilan wouldn't regret it.

"Rock and roll, a name that has somehow been lost to history. We don't know what the government was afraid of years ago. But our pursuit of rock and roll, our yearning for freedom, will never be erased by time. Thank you, our listeners, for coming..."

On stage, Kyoka Makoto looked at the cheering audience below and felt a pang of emotion. If it weren't for the sudden investment from Camie Utsushimi, and if it weren't for Jilan Jiyu came to revise their performance plan, they probably wouldn't have received so much applause.

Unfortunately, the two key contributors were backstage, while we were comfortably accepting praise that didn't belong to us.

The performance ended, and the once crowded beach returned to tranquility as the audience gradually left, much like the ebb and flow of the tide.

Because this time a mobile stage was used in a van, all that was needed was to instruct the driver to restore the van to its original state, which was equivalent to cleaning up the venue. The musical instruments on the stage could be taken home and organized later.

It didn't take much effort for the van's lights to come on, and it drove along the road like an ordinary truck, quickly leaving the area.

The DJ was probably afraid of running into Ji Lan and Jilan Jiyu, so he ended his radio broadcast as soon as the show was over and left in a hurry.

"Jilan, aren't you leaving?" Camie Utsushimi puzzled, as she sat in a seven-seater van.

Kyoka Makoto sat in the driver's seat, while the others— Utsushimi, Diduo, Jiancao, Dave, and Hitomi—sat in the back. Everyone stared intently at Jilan, waiting for him to get in the car.

"I have something to do, so I'll stay for now." Jilan shook her head.

Kyoka Makoto didn't ask any more questions, rolled up the car window, and drove away.

"Where are you?" Jilan sent a message to Asui.

"On the beach behind the stage." A reply was received quickly.

Jilan put away her phone and soon found Asui standing quietly by the sea.

Unusually, Tsuyu Asui was wearing a plain dress and a straw hat. She was staring intently at the sea with her back to Jilan. Her hands were behind her back, and her bare feet were letting the seawater flow slowly over her.

Perhaps Jilan's footsteps startled Asui, who turned around. Just then, a gust of wind blew by, and Asui quickly covered her hat to prevent it from flying away, but the hem of her skirt fluttered up like a curtain being blown by the wind.

Now, only a few audience members still excited after watching the concert and some couples walking hand in hand on the beach remain on the entire Seaside Park's beach.