"Practice a lot, Akiyama. ”

A little flustered to avoid Feng Tai's gaze, she looked a little unnatural, and said softly: "Hmm......"

"That's right, Akiyama. ”

As if to understand something, the wind is too far away from looking at Akiyama, although it seems strange.

But Kazeta understands that Akiyama can know that the person he is communicating with is himself named Mio Akiyama.

It's not Nakaritsu Takai, who fell to the ground and didn't plan to get up for some reason.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't you plan to change speakers?"

There isn't a lot of space in the rental studio, and the Yamaha-Hipgig-HG6T46RMMY drum kit and the corresponding speakers alone account for nearly a quarter.

In addition to musical instruments, there is also a brown bench where the wind is sitting.

"Huh?"

"I remember......" Fengtai touched his chin: "The BMC-20CE bass speaker produced by Fanta, the peak power does not exceed 40W, right?"

"Yes. Responding softly, Akiyama still didn't understand what Feng Tai meant.

"The power is too small, so this is for rehearsals, right?"

"I think,If you're going to perform at the school festival,,It might not be enough.。 ”

Looking at Akiyama's thoughtful appearance, Fengta seemed to have guessed something: "Well, you can still use it reluctantly, if you can't get by financially......"

When Akiyama opened his mouth to say something, the bright sound of the piano blowing suddenly came from the door, making it feel very comfortable.

"The tea is ready, come out quickly. ”

Feng Tai turned his head, and what appeared in his sight was a gentle lady standing at the door with a smile.

"It's coming!"

In an instant, a girl named Nakaritsu Takai popped up on the clean floor.

In less than a matter of seconds, she had stepped out of the door with the sign (6) on it.

“……”

"Well, do you all have to drink tea before practicing?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

…… What did I say wrong? Why did you suddenly apologize?

The wind scratched his head too.

But why do you make tea?

Could it be ......

As if thinking of something, Feng Tai's face suddenly showed a look of surprise.

Then, he followed Akiyama, who was dragged away by the head of the light sound department who had returned, and left the rental studio.

……

Location: Outside the door of Rental Studio No. 6.

Time, 3:40 p.m.

The previous weekend, something that could or was going on close to four o'clock was to pick up Yuko Kinoshita's small talk phone for Kazeta Takasaka, who now lives in his apartment.

The total is two, one on Saturday and one on Sunday.

Ah, it's not all small talk.

Last Sunday, Yuko Kinoshita, who was full of interest, made a phone call.

"Kazeta, I heard that a new dessert shop has recently opened in the pedestrian street of Ginza, so why don't you ...... now?"

Before Yuko finished speaking, Feng Tai understood what she meant: "Eh, I can make dinner when I prepare again, so let's go out now!"

As soon as the troublesome Feng Tai finished speaking, Yuko Kinoshita snorted coldly and hung up the phone directly.

And Feng Tai, who was hung up, picked up the PSP game console and re-immersed himself in the virtual world it created.

Yes, the lazy first weekend after moving into the apartment, it was accompanied by games.

And in the short time he lived in the apartment, he had never held a teacup so leisurely as he did today.

The cup was filled with oolong tea, but the type was too unrecognizable.

Takasaka Feng took a sip, and the mellow and sweet of oolong tea immediately burst out in his mouth.

"That's good. ”

"Great......"

The gentle eldest lady Qin Blower breathed a sigh of relief.

"Lil, you give me a good meal of your own!"

Picking up the teacup and taking another sip, Kazeta Takasaka turned his gaze to Akiyama because of her disgruntled voice.

"Really, you haven't finished it yourself, have you?"

While forking her matcha cake, Mio Akiyama, who was complaining, slapped away the left hand that Tanaka stretched out to do evil.

"Isn't there a little guilt for betraying my Akiyama-sama?"

"Shouldn't you give me your matcha cake as compensation?"

"Huh?!It's not good for you!"

Turning his head away from them, the wind casually picked up the matcha cake on the costly white porcelain plate carved with a pattern in front of him.

An all-over emerald green matcha cake in the form of a triangle on a porcelain plate.

"Feels like you're having afternoon tea?"

Opening his mouth, the fluffy and delicate matcha cake entered his stomach.

…… The taste is very authentic, and the scale of sweetness is well controlled.

"Did you do it yourself? ”

Sitting on a long wooden chair outside the door of the rental studio, Kazeta raised his head and asked.

"Huh!"

She was whispering something in Hirasawa Yui, and she was affected by Feng Tai's voice, and hurriedly turned her head: "What did Feng Tai say just now?"

“…… Did you make your own matcha cake? ”

While holding the teacup in her hand, she waved her hand: "I brought it just now." ”

"Just now?"

"Hmm. ”

She nodded slightly, and unexpectedly, she didn't explain again.

"Xiaoji, I want to eat another one!"

Turning around, she rejected the guitarist Yui Hirasawa, who had a pitiful expression.

"No, no. ”

"Eh, why?"

"If you eat too much, you'll get fat. ”

"No!" Yui Hirasawa, who had cake crumbs on the corner of his mouth, proudly patted his flat chest like an airport: "I can't eat fat." ”

“…… Won't you get fat?"

"Hmm!"

She nodded heavily: "No matter what kind of sweets it is, even if it is all-you-can-eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I won't be fat the next day." ”

“……”

“……”

Inexplicably, the atmosphere fell silent all of a sudden.

Whether it's Mio Akiyama and Nakari Takai who are fighting, or Kotofuki who is talking to her at eye level.

Everyone fell silent, even Feng Tai.

"What's wrong with everyone?"

She tilted her head, as if she didn't understand the current situation.

Kazeta held the teacup and silently stared at the tea leaves in the teacup, and Mio Akiyama stiffened her face and no longer snatched the matcha cake from the fork in the field.

Even the piano was in disbelief.

"Everyone, what's wrong?"

Yui Hirasawa, who looked confused, scratched his head.

“…… Isn't it really fat?"

Tanaka, who was the first to react, put the matcha cake that he had finally grabbed back on Mio Akiyama's white porcelain plate, and opened his mouth to confirm the truth of Yui Hirazawa's words just now.

"Really!"

She nodded heavily.

"I can't really get fat no matter how much I eat. ”

……

PS1: FINALLY FINISHED CONSTRUCTION ORZZZZZ......

PS2: Yamaha-Hipgig-HG6T46RMMY can't be translated ORZZZZ.