It's another Sunday afternoon, and Taro Matsumoto changes into a well-prepared denim suit and bell-bottoms. Although the weather is cold, it still can't stop his agitated and ready to move heart.

Before leaving, Taro Matsumoto looked at the figure in the mirror for the last time, dusted the fluffy hair on his head, and then whistled out with satisfaction.

Fifteen minutes later, on Harajuku Street in Shibuya, Taro Matsumoto stood at the intersection with his waist crossed, and looked around, as if no one had come.

He took off his sunglasses and dangled around his glasses twice, a little bored.

So he stuffed his sunglasses into his pocket, and he pulled out a delicate amber Walkman from his pocket.

Untying the soft cord wrapped around the fuselage, Taro Matsumoto gently pinched the same amber earphones with both hands, and tucked them into his ears hidden under his fluffy hair.

This set of actions flowed smoothly, and the young people who were also waiting on the side were dumbfounded.

What is it? The beautiful body is so small, and the headphones that can be tucked into the ears are also so cool.

The young man was tempted to ask if it was Sony's new Walkman, but he saw Taro Matsumoto shaking his head and enjoying the music.

In the spirit of not causing trouble to others, he pressed the curiosity in his heart again.

At this moment, the streets of Harajuku slowly gathered a large number of young people from all directions, and at a cursory glance, it was close to a thousand years smaller.

Most of them, like Taro Matsumoto, were dressed in fancy costumes, and some carried a giant stereo tape recorder that was exaggerated to the height of half a man.

"Matsumoto-kun, today's hairstyle is very good."

Ken Shimizu, who was familiar with Taro Matsumoto, saw Matsumoto shaking his head from a distance.

"Shimizu-kun, today's clothes are also very cool."

Taro Matsumoto tilted his head slightly, picked up a small earphone casually, and flew out from under his fluffy hair.

"Eh" Ken Shimizu's gaze was immediately attracted, "This is. Earphone? ”

"That's right" Seeing the blank gaze around him, Taro Matsumoto felt a little proud.

The thought of showing off is together, and I can't bear it anymore. He simply took off his two headphones and took out the walkman in his pocket.

"Si Guo Yi Nei~"

The shining amber body in the sun, the shaking Qing Shui Jian was a little dazzled.

Not only him, but also the young people who had been curious at first, and the many people in strange costumes who gradually gathered on the streets, some of them also noticed this.

"It's so beautiful."

"Is this Sony's new Walkman this year?"

"I don't think so, but I remember that the Walkman is blue, and it seems to be a little bigger than that."

Seeing the crowd around asking each other, Matsumoto Taro's vanity was greatly satisfied.

After a few more words of flattery, Taro Matsumoto remembered that there was still a task to be completed.

"Guys," he said, clearing his throat, drawing everyone's attention.

"It's Flashman! It's a flashman from Shirakawa Electric, not a Sony Walkman. ”

Taro Matsumoto raised the machine in his hand and faced everyone with the lightning bolt and the Shirakawa Electric logo.

"Eh, I haven't heard of Shirakawa Electric."

"But this flashman is much cooler than Sony's Walkman."

"That's right"

"Of course, because it's flash," Matsumoto said, with a rock gesture.

To be honest, Taro Matsumoto didn't quite understand what this gesture meant, but he thought it was cool.

That's right, it's cool!

Flash！ And the cool gestures, and the striking lightning bolts. Instantly filled into the hearts of the young people around him.

These young people call themselves "bamboo shoot tribes", and as the name suggests, they are new things that have broken out of the ground.

And because it is not one or two, but in groups, it is known as the "bamboo shoot family".

They gather in the streets of Harajuku every Sunday and dance to the music of giant tape recorders.

Most of them are high school students or college students, and they are not bad at studying.

The reason for coming here is either to make a name for yourself or to vent, but most people are looking for spiritual sustenance.

Maverick, pursuing new things, and at the same time longing for the attention of others.

Whatever the psychology, the word Flashman instantly captured their hearts.

There is also a chic and cool body, and a pocket headset full of technology that can be crumpled into a ball and stuffed into a pocket.

These elements come together and instantly hit their hearts.

But such a beautiful machine must not be cheap.

They were shy in their pockets, and they looked enviously at Taro Matsumoto fiddling with the flashman in his hand, which was really good-looking.

"That ~ Matsumoto-san" finally paid attention to the young people here from the beginning, and did not resist the temptation in his heart.

"Where can I buy Flashman and how much does it cost?"

Hearing someone ask a question from the bottom of their hearts, everyone pricked up their ears.

It doesn't matter if you can afford it or not, it's good to listen to it, and by the way, take a look at the charming flashman.

"Oh ~ this," Taro Matsumoto waved his hand nonchalantly, "25,000 yen, it's cheap."

However, it is said that this is Shirakawa Electric, and the new product that is ready to be launched has not yet been launched.

Probably a few days before Christmas, you will be able to see them in the store. ”

25,000 yen?!

The others didn't pay attention, but this number grabbed everyone's attention at once.

"25,000 yen? Isn't that cheaper than Sony's Walkman? ”

They couldn't believe it, because this so-called flashman is more upscale than Sony's no matter how you look at it.

And the unheard-of earbud headphones, which can be tucked directly into the ears without affecting the hairstyle?

This... All of this is only 25,000 yen?

"That's right, it's 25,000 yen. Anyway, it's not two days until Christmas, so you'll find out when you go to the store. ”

Taro Matsumoto's voice once again affirmed that everyone heard it right, it's so cheap.

The people who had been restored looked at each other, and then they all looked at their strange costumes.

Why?

Because as a bamboo shoot clan, they will buy themselves a suit every once in a while.

Prides themselves on being trendsetters, they don't bother to wear the same outfit every time.

So every week or two, another weird-looking outfit is tossed.

And this set of clothes on their bodies is about 10,000 yen, which they earn by doing odd jobs in their spare time.

If you do odd jobs by yourself and don't have a lot of work, won't this flashman be clearly in front of you?

Calculating the time until Christmas, it seems... It's still in time.

Then there was a strange scene on the streets of Harajuku, and some of the young people who had just gathered here began to leave in a hurry.

And not just one or two, but leaving in droves.

The other curious people around asked what the situation was, so the word of mouth spread the rumor.

Soon rumors began to spread that a cool but inexpensive cassette walkman called Flashman was about to be released.

Everyone is a student, anxious to go to work to save money, and then buy this rumored divine flashman as soon as possible.

In the chaos, they even thought about why some people already had questions about why they hadn't gone public yet.

Once the herd mentality is generated, sometimes it will fall into a blind spot in thinking.

So several organizers of the bamboo shoot rally still haven't figured out what's going on.

The venue that was still a few hundred people bigger just now turned out to be a few people left.

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Bigwigs, I can't stand it. Later updates are slowed down a bit, four thousand to six thousand words.

In the past few days, I have been busy with work, and I have stayed up late to code words, and my state has declined a little.

Later, I will adjust it and present better content as soon as possible, so that everyone can taste it~

Thank you all for your support!

(End of chapter)