Chapter Eighty-Five: Street Performance
"Kikusato-san...... Where are we going?"
I carried Sister Kikuri, who had just been drunk again in the izakaya, and shook her soft body on her back helplessly under the curious eyes of the group of melon-eating people on the street. This guy said on his feet before entering the izakaya that he couldn't drink too much, and that he still had something to do later, but in a blink of an eye, he immediately forgot what he had just promised, and he was still dancing and kicking his limbs inside. finally survived until the end, and had to send her to the place she had set before letting herself go.
"Uh...... Follow the navigation and you'll know~~"
Navigation? How do I look at the navigation with you on my back!
"Be sober, I don't have time for my hands, so I can't help but bite your phone with your teeth to see."
"It's okay to bite the lighter......
"Really, I always feel like I owe you money in my last life."
"In this life, I owe you money, won't I pay it back~"
Belch...... Why does it make sense unexpectedly?
"Ahh If Sister Kikuri doesn't take out her phone to show me the way, I'll throw you into the river!"
As soon as I loosened my hands, Sister Kikuri was immediately frightened and screamed, and the whole person was stuck to my back, and her limbs were wrapped around like an octopus.
"Don't dare, don't dare—"
That's right.
Seeing that Sister Juli was honestly groping in her trouser pocket, she really had to be ruthless to force this drunkard to be obedient.
"That...... Yu Zuo~"
"Huh? What's wrong?"
"My phone...... I seem to have forgotten my strength in an izakaya ......."
……
I was looking down at which path my phone should take when I was looking down at which path my phone should take, when an unexpected voice greeted me:
"Yu Saku~! I didn't expect to see you here~"
I looked up and took a closer look at the people who were waving to me not far away, but I didn't expect to meet Hongxia and Kita-san on the street, is Japan really a village?
"What are you carrying musical instruments for?"
"We're going to do a street tour here~ Huh? Ms. Hiroi is there, too. Why does she have a big bag on her head?"
After the two of us got closer, Hongxia found Sister Kikuri hiding behind my back with her head drooping and carrying a huge bag.
"Oh, it's fine. Sister Kikuri, she just accidentally fell on the road."
"Huh? Is that so?"
Well, definitely not what I hit, definitely not......
"Anyway, why are you Miss Hiroi everywhere you go?"
"No......
Sister Kikuri hugged the bottled Japanese sake hula hula and drank it with a headache, rubbing the bag on her head and smiling silly:
"It was my predecessor who told me that I would come when you had a performance~ I thought it was in the LiveHouse, but I didn't expect it to be a street performance~ It seems that there is no celebration banquet now......
…… You guy, did you want to eat and drink?! I've just eaten it!
"Speaking of a mile?"
Ignoring Sister Kikuri, I looked around them and noticed that there was no familiar clump of pink hair.
"Pochi-chan, Pochi-chan, she- where did Pochi-chan go!?"
Hong Xia's eyes suddenly seemed to be dead, and she opened the suitcase she was carrying with trembling hands, and there was indeed a powder-haired ball hiding in it.
Is it really here...... Huh? Why do I say sure enough?
"Why are you hiding here, Pochi-chan!?"
"Rainbow Summer...... You've just lifted Pochi's suitcase with one hand."
Yamada-senpai was not shocked, and even me and Kita-san stared at Hongxia with the eyes of a monster. In any case, it is too anti-human to be able to lift a person's arm strength with one hand......
"I didn't know it contained Pochi-chan——! Besides, as a drummer, it's normal for me to have a little stronger arm...... Right?"
Seeing Hongxia's dangerous eyes of "only nodding, not refuting", Kita-san and I had to nod quickly and hurriedly.
.「 I've also brought some merchandise for sale."
I looked down at the neatly arranged things on the floor, cable ties, song CDs, all of them very low-cost.
"I made a cash box!"
Yamada-sanpai took out a cardboard box with the words "Let's ♡ throw some money" out of the otherworldly four-dimensional pocket behind her buttocks. It's strange, where the hell did she pull out something so big?
"And I've also drawn the mascot for the end band, and that's it: Little Knot!"
A lump of white things like rice grains and hungry things were pulled by the tie belt, looking like they were going to starve to death, what kind of intention did Yamada-senpai draw such a mascot?
"Huh...... It looks like it's going to die?"
Hongxia helped me spit out, and Senior Sister Yamada seemed to have expected it, and turned another page in the picture book:
"The premise is that for every 10,000 yen invested, you can eat a Charteaubrian sirloin steak and regain your vitality."
"Oh~ the one I've been able to see on Twitter a lot lately!!"
Hongxia was inexplicably excited, took the sketchbook and began to scribble on it:
"It's not okay, you have to draw it more cutely, so that it can arouse people's desire to protect!"
So the question is here?!
"What are you going to write about the stand?"
Seeing that the standing card was still empty, I picked up the sign and asked Hongxia, who was scribbling on the drawing book:
"Why don't you write a sentence "Girl rock band at the Shimokitazawa event: end the band!" How's that?"
"You can write a little fancy, right?"
Kita-san took the standing card from my hand and added some words such as love, hot topics, and super popularity among women to my handwriting:
"Will it be~how?"
"Isn't it a bit too much......
"No, that's not enough."
With a wave of her hand, Senior Sister Yamada wiped away all the traces left by many classmates, and added some "Shock the whole of America!" "The long-awaited street show!" Exaggerated sentences like "You still don't know what a real rock ...... is" are like the promotional slogans of some trash movie.
"I think...... Just use Hongxia's ......."
In order not to let normal people think that this band is somewhat seriously ill, I twitched the corners of my mouth and silently wiped away the excess traces on it.