The melodious sound of the piano flows in the empty classroom, wandering with the sunlight outside the window.

The lyrical rhythm gives the listener a warm feeling, and at the end of the song, Aikawa Yusheng released the piano keys, exhaled a long breath, and wiped his hands on the school uniform pants.

Turning his head to look at the girl sitting on the edge of the window.

Outside the window, the sunset at dusk swept across the sky like a red tsunami.

Amamiya Chiran sat on the edge of the window, with the sunset on her back, her feet dangling in the air, her exposed ankles as white as jade, gently swaying, her hands like freshly opened bamboo shoots, holding a hardcover English book.

"The Three Musketeers", which is the name of the cover, three ...... The remaining word, Aikawa Yusheng didn't know, so he called it "Three Musk Thoughts".

The sound of the piano in her ears faded, and Amamiya Chiran raised her head, and from her indifferent dark eyes, she could see the reflection of Aikawa Yusheng and the piano.

"Compared to "Paganini Theme Rhapsody", this "Dream Wedding" is more suitable for you."

"These two are not an order of magnitude at all, are they?" Aikawa Yusheng raised his eyebrows, "My hands are almost messed up in "Paganini Theme Rhapsody", this song has only been played a few times, but I feel that I can memorize the score. ”

"The main thing is that you have talent." Amamiya Chiran said.

"The book you read, three what, the word M-U-S-K." Aikawa Yusheng asked.

“Musketeer？ Musketeer. Amamiya Chiran closed the hardcover book, looked at the words on the cover, and looked up and said.

Remembering one more word, Aikawa Yusheng is proud of his hard work.

"The Three Musketeers, is it good?"

"It's not interesting, I'm not very interested in these so-called famous books full of deep meaning, not to mention, it's troublesome to remember the twisted names.

With my memory, I watched "One Hundred Years of Solitude" twice in order to clarify the name and logic of "One Hundred Years of Solitude". ”

What in a hundred years? Why don't you speak Japanese? What is this Solitude word? Forget it, I won't ask about this, let's go back and check it out for myself.

"I see you're pretty focused."

"It's for the needs of literary literacy, it's a very boring thing."

Jumping off the edge of the window, opening the window, and when she walked to the edge of the position, she put the hardcover book on the shelf, and Amamiya Chiran walked to the corner and picked up the violin.

The girl's expression was a little lazy, and she casually put the back of the violin on her left shoulder, pressed her delicate and fair side face on the violin's cheek rest, and the hand that was still turning the page just now was now holding the bow and hanging on the violin.

"Play 'Dream Wedding' again." After a simple audition, the girl ordered Aikawa Yusheng, who was sitting in front of the piano.

"Yes, sir."

If the piano is one, the violin is also one, and the "Dream Wedding" played by the two is more than just one plus one.

The soft prelude of the piano begins with the addition of a slightly shrill violin at the right time, piercing the listener's soul.

The piano and the sound are blended, composing a moving movement, the music is like its song, only in the dream wedding.

Unfortunately, there was no one else in the scene except for the two performers, and it is unknown whether anyone in the corridor was lucky enough to hear it.

The piece was not long, and after the ensemble was over, Amamiya took the violin off her shoulder and put it back in her violin bag.

was about to close the zipper, and suddenly remembered something, and looked at Aikawa Yusheng:

"Come here, I'll teach you to play the violin."

“？ I don't need to use this, I don't think it's suitable. ”

"It's not a question of suitability, it's a job."

It's just the task of President Pleasure.

Coming over with a bitter face listlessly, Aikawa Yusheng listened to Amamiya Chiran's instructions to adjust his posture.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that they don't want to learn, and Amamiya Chizome is the 'dark-eyed man'.

“....... Hold the piano with your left jaw, hold it with your left hand, and press the strings with the four fingers except your thumb......"

"Try it."

The whole process was guided in words, and there was no hand and foot link for all ages, and after the posture was correct, Amamiya Chiran said.

"Z-Ang!"

The sudden noise made Amamiya Chizome cover his ears, and Aikawa Yusheng, who was closer to the strings, was also irritated to frown and close his eyes.

"Tap and pull."

This time the sound was strangely faint but harsh, like the sound of a fingernail scraping a chalkboard.

After instructing several times like this, Amamiya Chiran looked at Aikawa Yusheng, who shook his head and sighed because of failure, and pulled the corners of his mouth slightly.

The evening breeze in Tokyo blows his long hair, and his eyes reflect the microcosm of this world, and the tall altitude, handsome face, and elegant violin are really a girl who sees this picture has to fall in love.

But Amamiya Chiran just thought it was a little funny.

Sighing at the chagrin of failure, did he pretend to be too unlike?

"There's no need to deliberately pretend that you don't have talent, and I don't intend to really teach you this, I don't have so much time." Amamiya Chiran said.

"I really don't know how to pretend at all." Aikawa Yusheng will not show his feet because of such a temptation, and he firmly pulls out a noise.

"Alright, put it away, you can go to the meeting." Undeniably glanced at Aikawa Yusheng again, and Amamiya Chiran walked towards the door.

"Okay!" The liberated Aikawa Yusheng puts the violin back in his violin bag.

There are also many carefully packaged instruments in this corner, such as cello, harp, oboe, saxophone, etc., covering almost all types of wind clubs.

Although he didn't ask, Aikawa Yusheng believed that Amamiya Chizome should be able to do it all, and the level would not be too bad.

--

After the meeting, Aikawa Yusheng went to the gift shop in Iidabashi.

"Aikawa, it's finally over! Hurry up and change your clothes to help, I'm going to die! ”

When Ryuji Matsuura saw Aikawa Yusheng who came in, he didn't even have time to say hello, and hurriedly passed by him with a bunch of things.

"Aikawa-kun, hurry up, I won't buy the necklace you packed." A female guest who often came said in a somewhat fake and charming voice, and threw a wink at him.

"Hey!"

There was indeed a lot of traffic in the store, and Aikawa Yusheng hurriedly went to the locker room to change the waiter's uniform.

--

After an hour and a half, with the help of Aikawa Yusheng, the situation in the store was finally alleviated. Ryuji Matsuura, who was so tired that he couldn't do it, held his old waist, and his expression seemed to stretch his body with a sublimated soul.

"Why are you so tired, why is it so painful to make money, I haven't eaten today!"

Wooo Aikawa, who felt nothing physically but was still mentally tired, sat in his seat and looked at the moth that hit the glass outside the store and was attracted by the incandescent light.

"By the way, the store manager, I will be forced to attend a cram school on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays, and I will have to come back about an hour to an hour and a half later every day until my grades improve."

Thinking of this, Aikawa Yusheng said to Ryuji Matsuura.

Ryuji Matsuura, who was still stretching his body, almost fell to the ground with a spirit.

"Aikawa! How can I live without you! ”

"Please don't say things that could easily be misunderstood." Aikawa Yusheng silently pushed the chair inside a little.

"Shhh

I didn't expect the store manager's life and economic goals to be the same as his own.

The store manager suddenly thought of something, ran to the workshop alone, and then took out an A4 piece of paper and pasted it on the glass wall at the door.

Aikawa Yusheng, who was standing in the store, found a small flying insect trapped inside, and was still struggling needlessly.

It's so miserable, you can still see the world, hear the world, but you can't move and you can only wait for death.

Through the bright street lamps outside, even inside, you can make out the words written on it:

[Our store recruits part-time jobs, working hours are four o'clock - six o'clock on weekdays, hourly wage is 1750 yen, including dinner, wages are settled on a weekly basis, male and female are not limited, requirements: good face, good manners, good voice, patience, no bad habits.

Boys should not be sloppy, and girls should not be without makeup.

Interview contact number: 4008-823-823.】

1,750 yen, 1,800 yen, Aikawa Yusheng suspects that Matsuura Ryuji is going farther and farther down the road to capital.

"It's not busy during the day, so there's no need to hire a full-time employee," Ryagoji Matsuura clapped his hands and walked back to the store, "It's better to need a part-time employee like Aikawa."

Aikawa, good-looking people don't all play with good-looking people, if you have friends who need to work, you can recommend it. ”

"No ....." Aikawa Yusheng, who was slightly tired, waved his hand.

"Yes."

The face of the white strings came to mind.