The daily life of Buddhist texts

The result is of course futile.

So everyone became more curious about this mysterious keyboard player who was unwilling to reveal his Youtube account.

"Say it, brother! I'm the Queen today! You must abide by tonight's rules!"

"Say it, talk it, talk it! Where did the fairy keyboard player come from?!"

"With this foreign aid, Hokkaido Light has made a lot of money."

"Don't worry, brother, there is definitely no harm in having multiple fans! It can also help you promote a wave and gain more fans!"

The audience joked underneath.

Yuzuru Nishinomiya looked at Gen Oreki, and suddenly asked another inexplicable question: "Did you beat the beat with your feet when you played the piano before?"

"Yes." Oreki Gen's answer was concise and to the point.

I don't understand why Queen asked this question at all.

But no one cared, the audience focused on other places.

Handsome guy with facial paralysis, few words, good music.

Hit some people's points.

"Beforehand, I don't like men, I just want a Line."

"Wow, this person's idol is also Atamaitai, right? This is completely imitating the 4A teacher's Twitter speaking style, it's too similar."

"First of all, I am a heterosexual, and I always like Ms. Suzuki in the ACB group. Then I want to ask what is the name of this little brother. This temperament is too unique. I feel that it is no problem to catch an idol and make a debut."

Keiko Kugimiya moved her ears, took out a pair of sneakers from the bag behind her, and replaced the high heels.

This makes it easy to move.

"Then let's play another Atamaitai song," Yuzuru Nishimiya looked at the keyboard player on stage and said, "Is "Lemon" okay?"

Lemon.

Toei previously released the title and lyrics of the song on Twitter.

Of course, this is authorized by Mr. Atamaitai.

Yuzuru Nishinomiya's words caused the crowd below to commotion again, causing a burst of applause.

"Ms. Atamaitai has fans all over the world."

"I declare Lemon the best song of the year."

"Unnatural death is really good, brothers, at the end of the film, as soon as teacher 4A opened his mouth, I was immediately pregnant."

"The logical relationship between your words is really amazing."

"Parallel relationship, parallel relationship."

After hearing this, Oreki Gen glanced at Murakami next to him.

Murakami, wearing a bucket hat, turned to look at the ponytailed drummer and cut-cut bassist again.

The ponytail drummer tapped two sticks in response, while the cut-headed bassist strummed a string before looking at Gen Oreki.

"Can you?" the inch-headed bassist asked, "Atamaitai's song has not been released for a long time, and no one has picked up the score. It's still quite difficult to play it from memory."

He wasn't questioning Oreki Gen's ability.

The performance just now has already made the inch-headed bass player admire Oregi Gen.

He was just talking to the ACB girl group in the back, giving them a step down.

After all, not everyone is a fan of Atamaitai.

Some people like sad love songs, some people like rock punk, some people like elegant jazz, some people like super heavy metal...

Because of differences in growth environment, differences in information acceptance, individual thinking patterns, etc., everyone's preferences will also be different.

You don't have to force others to like what you like, nor is there a perfect thing that everyone will like. Atamaitai has sunspots.

Seeking common ground while reserving differences is the basic skill of modern people.

The inch bass player knows this.

If you are not a hardcore fan of Atamaitai, it will take some time to learn Lemon at this time.

"Do you need me to go backstage and get you the score written by Murakami?" the inch-headed bassist asked again.

"No need." Oreki Gen replied.

"We can do it too," the inch-headed bassist said again, "on the first day Lemon came out, Murakami spent a night digging out the score, and we all practiced it many times."

"Then there should be no problem," Murakami scratched his head, looked at the six idol girls from the ACB group behind him, "Would you like to sing together?"

Bass with an inch head rested his hand on his forehead and said nothing.

however.

"Of course." However, Ai Suzuki, who was wearing an idol costume, stood up and nodded vigorously, "We have actually finished the cover of Lemon, and we are going to post it on our official Youtube account."

This is too coincidental.

The six girl idols held hands and stood behind Murakami together, and the stage lights shone in front of them in time.

What is this sense of déjà vu that is the same as the finale?

Is someone terminally ill?

Want to bring out the last embers on stage?

Looking at the audience with sparkling eyes below, Gen Oreki subconsciously moved his hand to the keys of the musical keyboard and pressed a melody that did not exist in his memory.

It sounds good, like a fragrant lemon, which emits its fragrance unconsciously.

But Gen Oreki remembered that Lemon had no prelude.

How is this going.

Without thinking about the brain, the hands flicked the keys uncontrollably, pressing two long notes heavily.

Sitting on the lifting platform, Yuzuru Nishinomiya held his chin, looked at Gen Oreki from above, put the microphone aside, and muttered something softly.

The long tone passed, and Murakami on the stage also sang the first line of Lemon's lyrics.

The boy's voice is still a little green, of course it can't be compared with Atamaitai's, but it's still pretty good.

The audience in the audience adjusted the light sticks to yellow and swayed them gently to cheer for the performers on the stage.

Gen Oreki turned his head to look at Murakami who was engrossed.

The corner of Murakami's mouth raised, enjoying the attention of more than 100 people below.

Chapter 193 Chapter 192 Commemorating the First Stage

This Live House ended very quickly.

This performance exceeded the expectations of the audience.Originally, I just came to see the ACB team, but I didn't expect to find such a treasure as the light of Hokkaido, and a very mysterious keyboard player.

"This wave of Live House is really worth it."

"Compared to this, I want to know who in ACB can graduate today?"

"Indeed, there are surprises besides ACB."

"Wow, that keyboard player is really good."

Everyone did not delve into the identity of Gen Oreki.There are still basic politeness, if people don't want to say it, don't force it.Anyway, a skilled keyboard player like him will one day surface from the bottom of the sea.

Just a matter of sooner or later.

It may also be because the other party has some unspeakable secrets?

Be respectful.

Of course, not everyone thinks this way.

When a person who wanted to get to the bottom of the matter was trying to bring the rhythm, the bald ticket inspector next to the Queen locked his eyes firmly. The person suddenly felt that all the clothes on his body were stripped by the kind eyes, and he was naked. , as if being watched by a vicious python, and then dared not speak.

After the audience left with a lot to say, Murakami, who was wearing a fisherman hat, bowed deeply to Oreki Gen.

This is to say thanks.

Passing-by audiences were pushed onto the stage by force, and even showed skills and field control abilities that were even stronger than professional keyboard players.

What is this, the master is among the people?

I even accompanied them through the entire live house performance without saying a word, as if they were really foreign aid who worked part-time.

Where did the Bodhisattva come from?

Then Murakami raised his head, looked at Gen Oreki's dark circles and said uncertainly, "Thank you... Teacher with thick dark circles?"

Ignoring the inexplicable title behind him, Oreki Gen also bowed slightly to Murakami, and then offered to extend his hand.

Yuzuru Nishinomiya was taken aback in the audience.

It is rare for her to see Gen Oreki take the initiative.

The normal Oreki Gen was very numb.

Murakami naturally held Oreki Gen's slightly pale hand with both hands, and said, "Thank you very much."

"It sounds good." Yuan Oreki replied politely.

After letting go, Murakami took a backpack from the ponytail drummer and handed it to Oreki Gen.

Inside were scattered cash.

Oreki Gen didn't look up to see Murakami's expression, but hesitated for a moment, and then carried it on his back.

Murakami breathed a sigh of relief.

For this young man who is far away from his hometown to pursue his dream, it is very important to know how to repay his kindness.If Oreki Gen refuses this gift in return, he really doesn't know what to do.

What else is there to give back?

Promise yourself?