"You're going to go out dressed like this"

"Or else?"

At the entrance of Sakura Village, Ai Nakano, Suzune Sakura and Higashiyama looked at Yu Murakami with "slamming" eyes.

He wears white short sleeves on his upper body, a pair of light yellow midpants on his lower body, and slippers on his feet.

Luckily, my hair didn't go up today.

"Murakami-kun," Ai Nakano said in a tactful tone, "Sakuragaoka is a girls' high school, and there will be a lot of parents going today, so it's better to dress a little more formally." ”

"And you walk with the three of us beautiful girls, so pay attention to the image!" Miss Sakura's tone was much less polite.

Beautiful, girly

Yu Murakami looked at Higashiyama.

Dongshan looked at him with big eyes, and nodded cutely: "En"

"Okay, okay," Murakami didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him, "I'll go change it." ”

Back in the room, I changed into a pair of navy blue slacks and put on socks.

I went downstairs and changed my slippers at the entrance and put on my sneakers.

"That's it."

Ai Nakano: "Well, there's a lot of spirit. ”

Higashiyama: "Do you want to consider removing the frame?"

Sakura-sama: "Well, it would be better if I put on a casual suit." ”

Now that he has reached the passing score, Yu Murakami has no intention of brushing up the score again, ignoring the advice of the two people behind him, and went out first and walked into the alley.

Waiting for Ai Nakano to lock the door, the four of them walked to the private Sakuragaoka Girls' High School together.

On Monday, October 19th, the weather was fine.

The outside temperature is 24 degrees and the northeast wind is 34.

It is advisable to sacrifice, open the light, travel, lift, and get a haircut.

Speaking of haircuts, the last time was on June 26, and Ai Nakano helped him trim it.

I'm almost going to cover my eyes now.

"Nakano-san."

"Hmm" Ai Nakano, who was reminiscing about high school with the other two, turned around and looked at him.

"When I come back today, can you please help me cut my hair?"

"Yes, yes"

Ai Nakano was a little excited and seemed a little impatient.

Finally, I can practice again.

Within a seven- or eight-minute walk, you can already see Sakuragaoka High School students in "fancy costumes" along the way.

There are prop costumes that seem to be put on in advance for the performance of stage plays; There are also those who don't know what or who they are;

There are also people who wear cloaks and pretend to be shrine maidens.

In short, the festival atmosphere of the cultural festival is strong.

The three daughters who walked in front were even more emotional.

Yu Murakami yawned - a few girls in the light voice department got up early this morning, making him so noisy that he didn't sleep well.

"Kick off the spirit, Murakami-kun!" Ai Nakano pointed to the distance and said with a smile: "Look, it's here." ”

Yu Murakami looked up, and a gate decorated with various balloons, streamers, and stars stood at the end of the street.

It has the words "Sakura Matsuri" written on it.

Yu Murakami looked to the left.

"It's true."

On the left-hand side of what he looked at, it was Higashiyama and Miss Sakura who tricked him into stealing the bamboo fence.

That was already the Qixi Festival.

When I arrived at the school gate, there were students handing out pamphlets.

Yu Murakami took a copy.

The cover also reads {Sakura Takatsuri}, the header reads {54th, Private Sakuragaoka Women's High Chinese Festival}, and the footer reads {October 1910 21}.

In addition to that, there are a lot of pentagram stars and hearts to keep the cover from looking monotonous.

It's like a girls' high school.

"Murakami-kun, let's go and see the concave sauce first"

"Go, I'll go around by myself."

Raising the brochure in his hand, Yu Murakami walked alone into the crowd that was not too crowded.

He, a male, went to the girls' preparation room, which would only cause unnecessary trouble.

As he walked, he flipped through the manual, and there were really a lot of things he was interested in.

Most of these programs are held by students, and if they were placed in a shopping mall or amusement park outside, he probably wouldn't be interested in anything.

"Anyway, let's go have breakfast first."

Yu Murakami is not a normal young man, he eats three meals a day on time.

And not picky eaters.

There are only snacks on the sports field, and they have not yet opened, only in the school building, there is a morning market in the "restaurant" for each class.

Walking into the teaching building, the first floor is the first year of high school, and Yu Murakami is on the brochure and sees that the third class of the first year is a fried noodle shop.

Before he could walk in, he heard a hoarse voice greeting the guests.

"Come and see, it's very cheap."

"Please bring me one."

"Okay Murakami Nissan"

Only then did Yu Murakami notice that this clerk with a hoarse voice and dressed like a yakisoba seller by the sea was one of the people who went to Sakuraso yesterday.

It seems to be called Yui Hirasawa.

"Don't you have an official performance today, how do you sell fried noodles here?"

"Hehe, I want to practice too, but I'm on duty at the morning market of the class fair."

"Yes." Yu Murakami asked, "Then please bring me a fried mein." ”

"Okay, wait a minute"

Yu Murakami watched her skillfully stir-fry the noodles and put the seasonings.

It didn't take a while.

"Okay, thank you for your patronage"

Yu Murakami took the plate and sat down at an unmanned table in the corner of the class decorated as a dining room.

"Do you need water?" the "waiter", who was a little red, walked over and looked at Yu Murakami shyly.

"Please give me a drink, thank you."

"You're welcome, please wait"

However, before she could bring the water, the other "waiters" had already put it on his table.

Not only that, but the classrooms for three classes in one year have begun to gradually become crowded.

High school students who have not left school are evaluated first of all by their appearance, followed by their grades, especially now when women are still in groups and have the courage of their peers.

Yu Murakami became the object of onlookers.

He's used to it.

There were no chopsticks in the classroom, so I had to pick up a fork and start eating fried noodles.

Chew on two bites.

The fried noodles are quick-frozen, and the seasonings are too much, because it is an induction cooker, the heating is uneven, and under his strong taste, he can feel that there are a few sticks that are still a little half-lived.

1.7 points.

Murakami quickly finished his meal and took another sip of water.

It is Tokyo tap water.

After breakfast, I went out of the classroom for 3 classes in 1 year.

Murakami walked through the lively classroom hallway and continued to flip through the manuals to find the projects he was interested in.

In addition to the specific activities and schedules of each class exhibition, there is also an introduction to all club exhibitions.

The activity of the light voice is at 3 p.m.

The word sufficient time is already too small, but it is actually too much.

He had only planned to stay until noon.

Close the manual, circle it and hold it in your hand, and memorize all the contents inside.

When you're playing, find a place to dispose of the manual.

It's very uncomfortable to hold something in your hands all the time.

"Ahh

There was a scream around the corner, and something interesting seemed to have happened.

After walking two steps and turning the corner, there is a haunted house with {Nightmare House} written on it.

A classroom, with a group of students staffed by a crowd of students, can make people scream

Yu Murakami walked over, and the "staff" who sold the tickets was actually an acquaintance - one of the four people who came to Sakuraso last night.

"It's a hundred yen." Yu Murakami handed her a 100 yen coin.

"Fifty dollars for you." Ritsu Tanai, who was wearing a green poisonous mushroom on his head, handed him a fifty yen coin: "Eh Murakami Nissan"

"Hello."

"Hello! I'll give you the money back, I troubled Nissan last night. ”

"No, you don't." Yu Murakami took the fifty yuan coin back from her hand: "This is your class exhibition, it's not good if you don't take my money"

After saying that, Yu Murakami didn't linger at the door for long, and walked into the 1st year 2nd class decorated as a haunted house.

Behind him, there were many couples lined up.

The ugly heart of the boyfriend is clear here.

Of course, there are not a few girlfriends who have more evil thoughts.

It was dark in the classroom, except for candle-shaped red envelope bulbs bought from a 100-yuan supermarket on the floor.

There are old televisions, tombstones, spooky scarecrows and dolls on the ground.

Scattered in the narrow aisles were tattered and blood-stained canvases.

Every now and then the wind blows.

With Yu Murakami's hearing, he can clearly hear the sound of the electric fan turning on and off, as well as the breathing of the "ghosts".

Walking two steps inside, Murakami looked at a white cloth around the corner, and there was a sound of breathing behind the white cloth.

Of course, this will not be the point, the point is that it seems that the space is relatively narrow, and through the white cloth, you can clearly see the human prints.

It's hard to say whether it's due to poor conditions, maybe this classmate is just playing a dead man covered with a white cloth.

Yu Murakami didn't see it and continued to walk forward.

When he passed the corner, the "ghost" behind the white cloth did not come out to be scary.

It seems that he is really pretending to be dead.

"Murakami Nissan, it's me," the eerie voice came from behind.

Murakami turned around, and the "dead man" behind the white cloth was gone. A pale, half-wrinkled figure dressed in white stood behind him.

Yu Murakami looked at her, and she was also one of the four girls last night.

"Well, good morning."

"Ghost" tilted his head slightly: "Ahh

Yu Murakami looked at the time, and it was already half past nine.

"Good afternoon"

"Ahh Good afternoon! "The ghost bowed very politely, very standardly.

Before "dying", it should be a big lady.

Yu Murakami turned around and prepared to leave, he was not interested in the haunted house now, but had a slight interest in the person who was scared to scream.

How timid this man is

"Wait," the ghost was a little writted and embarrassed, "Murakami Nissan, is there something wrong with my dress, why aren't you afraid?"

"Hmm" Yu Murakami held the circled pamphlet in his right hand and tapped it on the palm of his left hand.

I thought about it.

"Anyway..."

"Hmm~!" The ghost looked at him expectantly.

“... You've done your best. ”

"Ahh

Murakami waved his handbook, turned around and walked out: "I'm looking forward to the afternoon performance." ”

"Hmm!!" The ghost once again made a fairly standard salute: "Thank you for your patronage, I will continue to work hard in the afternoon." ”

Out of the haunted house, Murakami walked to the second floor.

The staircase steps are also smeared with dye that should be cleaned off.

There was a very small tent around the corner.

The tent has a sign with the words {tarot divination} written on it.

Murakami lifted the curtain and walked in, the space inside was very narrow.

An expressionless high school girl dressed in a shrine maiden costume with a pointed hat sits on her knees.

Yu Murakami sat down in front of her.

There is a candle lit between the two, and if you look closely, it is actually a small lamp with a battery in the shape of a candle in a 100-yuan supermarket.

Put the 50 yen coin you found from the haunted house from your pocket and put it in the cash box.

"What is the divination?"

"Feel free."

The shrine maiden began to shuffle the cards, and Yu Murakami looked at the surrounding arrangement.

There are a lot of weird ornaments hanging in the tent, and there is even a black cat doll next to the "shrine maiden".

The atmosphere was nice, especially the fluffy blankets under the feet, and the guests were not allowed to kneel on the slightly cold ground in this autumn.

"Please."

The tarot cards are lined up.

Yu Murakami casually pulled one out and flipped it over to look at it.

The Empress sat in an elegant, comfortable chair surrounded by a dense forest.

He handed the card to the "witch".

The "witch" holds the card in her left hand and slowly runs her right index finger across the card.

This action reminded Murakami of those blind people who read braille when he went to volunteer.

Glancing at each other's eyes, there is a focal length, although it is not very bright, but a normal person is right.

"Happiness." "Success." "Beauty." "Art." "Carefree."

The "witch" spoke word by word, and her tone was so flat that it was a little cold.

"That's right." Yu Murakami nodded: "Is there anything to pay attention to then?"

The "witch" flipped the page and began to "read the password" again.

"Not lively, lack of self-motivation, loose living habits, obviously capable, but can't go to the top in anything."

It's still nonsense

But it doesn't matter, what kind of life he wants to live is his own choice.

Whether he can reach the top or not is not something he cares about.

"Thank you."

He got up and prepared to go for a walk elsewhere.

"Wait a minute," the witch handed {the Empress} to him, "take this, please." ”

"If I take it, won't there be one less card?"

The witch shook her head: "In the past three days, I will only divinate 22 people. 22 cards, one for each person. ”

Yu Murakami was a little curious, so he said more: "Isn't that the last person without the opportunity to choose his fate?"

"It is not man who chooses fate, but fate who chooses man." The witch put the cards away: "The moment you enter this tent, what cards will be drawn by everyone has already been decided." ”

This phrase is somewhat familiar.

It should be the same as what she just said to him, from the Internet.

"Yes." Yu Murakami nodded, put away {Empress}, and walked out of the tent.

Looking at the pamphlets and {empress} in my hand, there was more and more garbage.

When I went upstairs, I saw a large group of people gathered in a corner.

"On the peak of Tsukuba Ridge."

"Drink!"

"Spring is over and summer has arrived."

"Drink!"

......

When Yu Murakami was passing by, he saw a sign that had been squeezed to the ground by the crowd, and he put it back in place, which said {Haunted!!! Beginners are welcome, 100 people are in one song}.

It's a song card

Recently, Ai Nakano seems to have participated in an audition called "Song Brand Love".

Thinking about the mess, Yu Murakami bypassed the crowd.

"Do you want to try calligraphy, guest, it's free! Gratis! ”

His characters are printed and have nothing to do with calligraphy.

"Photography! Photography! Free trial of all kinds of costumes! The photo washes on the spot! 200 yen per person! ”

He didn't have 200 yen of change on him.

The main thing is that changing clothes is cumbersome.

"Abacus Department! Abacus Department! Calculate first, get a custom abacus for free! ”

He knew six things about the abacus.

"Manga Research Department! Buy a fandom and take a photo with cos for free-"

Please let this Kirito's hair lie honestly! He's a swordsman, not a Saiyan!

Also, what is the situation of the towering [blank] brother and sister in this mountain range, the elder brother has no chest muscles, and the younger sister is only eleven years old.

"Eh, Yu Murakami! Look, isn't that Yu Murakami! ”

"That's right! looks so handsome, only our Murakami-kun is gone! Ahh

......

Ah, seeing so many cos with his voiced characters, he should have the consciousness of {this comic research department has his fans}.

Yu Murakami was surrounded.

"Murakami-san! Please perform the Starburst Air Slash! ”

"I'm sorry, I won't."

"Murakami-san! Let's play! A game that you will never lose! ”

"Please don't have too many illusions about voice actors."

"Murakami-san! Please tell me that the moonlight is beautiful! ”

"The moon tonight is waning."

......

Autographed,Group photo,Shake hands,Refuse to hug,Before leaving, I took a free fanbook.。

It's full of love stories about a handsome man named {Yu Murakamino} and various women.

The garbage in your hand, no, it's a bit rude to say that now.

The burden on his hands has increased again.

Forget it, let's go directly to the light sound department, anyway, put down the things in your hand first.

The address You Mubi had already told a few people in advance, and the map of the school was also on the brochure, and he had completely written it down.

On the fourth floor, the preparation room of the music room.

The midday sun can be seen clearly through the glass and the dust in the stairwell.

When I arrived at the entrance of the light sound department, I could hear the lively sound inside before I went in.

Yu Murakami unscrewed the lock and walked in.

Yui Hirasawa is wearing a student swimsuit, and Miss Ghost is a nurse outfit......

He closed the door with his backhand and clapped casually as he walked inside.

"Oh, that's good."

The tone was perfunctory, and his gaze didn't stay on a few high school girls for a second, and he kept locking on the table and chair where no one was sitting.

"You, how, how dare you, just like that, just come in——!"

"Bang-"

He was thrown out.

Sakura-san's voice is really loud.

And also.

He looked at what he was holding.

Can't you just let him put it on the table first?

Four minutes later, the door opened.

Yu Murakami was finally able to put things down.

Drinking the black tea brewed by Miss Ghost and eating the biscuits brought by Miss Ghost, Yu Murakami felt like he was back in the living room of Sakuraso, which is worthy of the light part at the beginning of the word "light".

But a few people in the light sound department seem to be a little "light" now.

Murakami listened to it for a while, and the original reason for the incident was probably the original lead singer Yui Hirazawa, whose voice was hoarse because of excessive practice, and Mio Akiyama, the backup singer who replaced her, was a little timid and shy, and didn't really want to be the lead singer.

It's really a youthful trouble.

Yu Murakami walked to the window and leaned on the windowsill, looking at the lively playground.

There was a crowd singing.

{Just for you, go forward}

{won't let you hear again}

{Song of Sorrow}

I guess it's an ensemble

After they finished singing, Yu Murakami joined the audience downstairs and applauded weakly.

"What are you doing!" Miss Sakura walked over: "Don't you see everyone is worried, how can you be so leisurely and come over if you have nothing to do......"

"Ahh

Yu Murakami yawned, and it seemed that it was time for him to take a nap.

“..... Come over and help figure it out together.,Do a little bit of what a man should do.,Overall lazy and lazy.,Forget it at home.,Now it's in front of Yui-chan and them.,Take out a little bit of an adult.。 ”

Yu Murakami reluctantly turned over, leaned his back against the windowsill, his eyes skimmed at the quiz competition on the playground in the distance, and asked casually, "Well, is something wrong?"

"Mio-chan's stage fright, and ......"

{First question: Diamond refers to diamonds, then, beryl refers to emeralds.} Isn't that right, please start standing in line! }

Right.

{Yes!} }

“... Everyone is worried about the audience, scared..."

{Second question: The Japanese word "lazy" comes from the English word "dull".} Isn't that right, please start standing in line! }

This involves his knowledge blind spot, guess right.

“... I'm afraid that not much will come to listen, or even an audience, because..."

{False!} }

“... The light sound department was not famous before, and before Yui-chan and them joined the department, they were always facing the crisis of abolishing the department..."

Ah, Yuji Murakami made a sentence, but it's a pity.

“... Feed! Are you listening to me! ”

"Yes, yes." Yu Murakami moved his black pearl-like eyes from the far left to the very middle, and looked at Sakura Suzune: "You, me, Ai Nakano, Higashiyama Kazuma, there are already four people in the audience, it's enough." ”

"Ha" Miss Sakura was angry by Murakami's words.

Before she could start her tirade, Yu Murakami picked up the stereo: "I'm going to help move things." ”

"Youni-chan, do you know where to perform," Yumubi said.

Yu Murakami waved his hand: "Don't worry, I have a map, and I can ask other students." ”

"Bang!"

Yu Murakami left the light sound department.

When he took the instrument to the backstage of the venue, he didn't go back, he just stayed there and listened to the choir performance.

Choir Division

What was the group that was singing in the playground just now

Looking at the lights in the stadium, full of students and parents, Yu Murakami put a pitiful label on the group of people who were singing in the playground just now.

They are all people with dreams.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the performance of the light music department finally began.

Dressed in strange costumes, there are princess dresses, and maid outfits.

It should have been changed after he left.

{owo!three!four!}

{owo!three!}

{Whenever I look at you}

{My heart is pounding}

......

{God, please}

{Please give me a dreamtime for just the two of us}

......

Backstage, the three of Ai Nakano followed and swayed their bodies together.

Mio Akiyama, who is shy and timid, finally became the lead singer.

Although there was still some stage fright in the front, after the atmosphere was up, it also entered the state.

At the end of the song, there was warm applause below.

Yu Murakami's applause this time is a bit of strength.

It should be over, and I can finally go back.

"Bang-"

There were strange voices on the stage, and then the audience talking.

Yu Murakami looked over.

It was Mio Akiyama who fell.

The butt is facing the audience, and judging by the audience's reaction, it should be that there are no safety pants on.

Yu Murakami was a little glad that he was in the background.

As You Mubi's "parent", it was too embarrassing to see her schoolgirl's skirt.

And Miss Sakura is definitely going to put the label of pervert and scum on him again.

Backstage, what a good location.