I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

Except for some players who have long been accustomed to the spotlight, everyone was just ordinary high school students before this. The biggest event they participated in was the school festival. Even Wuma Xingjin, who had not yet played, felt a little nervous in his heart.

In the eyes of the audience, the pick in Ryoko Nagayama's hand is dazzling.

The shamisen blended with modern musical scores forms a strong contrast with the luxurious traditional kimono worn by Ryoko Nagayama.

Some viewers who were not interested in shamisen were originally paying attention to the innocent and lovely face of the girl, but now they all fell into deep doubts. They dug their ears and found that there was no problem.

Are you telling me this is a national musical instrument?

After Ryoko Nagayama's improvement, the shamisen in her hand got rid of the high-brow and melodious tunes, especially attracting the younger generation of audiences.

The thoughtful agent began to make plans in his mind to buy the copyright from Ryoko Nagayama.

In the judges' seat in the audience, a woman in her 40s with her hair tied up in a bun was amazed.

“When I watched the film “Encouraging Entry” during the general election, I thought that at such a young age, I was stuck in the teachings of the older generation and didn’t have any vitality that young people should have.

Unexpectedly, player Nagayama could actually develop a new style. The reaction on the scene was very good. "

"As a geisha, it is incredible to reach this point with just the shamisen in your hand."

"A geisha's livelihood depends on more than just her shamisen."

The other judge was an old man with gray hair wearing a simple black kimono. There was a sense of nostalgia in Nanyuan Yun's voice.

"Other than that, the meaning cannot be simply described in a few sentences."

When he was young, Nan Yuanyun traveled secretly with his book money and walked along the railway into a village in a mountain valley.

The local villagers heard that there was a great college student and were very enthusiastic about him. The 60-year-old village chief Sanbu Xingnan invited Nanyuan Yun to his home and entertained him warmly.

At the banquet held to honor him, Nanyuan Yun met the geisha named Yukiko for the first time.

Just like the name, Xuezi is as white and flawless as a person in a snowdrift, which touches Nanyuan Yun's mind. She is not at all like a flower that blooms in such a remote place.

Xuezi pestered him to talk about new things in Tokyo. He was attracted by Xuezi's pure temperament. The two hit it off. After the banquet, they talked in the corridor until late at night, unaware of the passage of time.

In the next few days, Nan Yuanyun would look for Xuezi to accompany him every time he went out. Xuezi happily accompanied him and refused to accept his money.

Of course, in such a remote place, the only geisha is Yukiko.

Every night, Xuezi would be dragged to various banquets and earn a meager reward by wandering around among various country men.

Even though she was exploited by the geisha house, even if she had to serve vulgar and disrespectful guests, when facing him, Yukiko's smile was still pure and beautiful.

Nanzono Yun knew that this was the lifestyle of a geisha, but as a student who was strapped for money, he couldn't persuade him a word about it.

Before leaving, Yukiko took off the second button on his shirt and held it in her hand. She sat alone on the steps of the temple and played the shamisen, watching him quietly as he walked down the mountainside.

Nanyuan Yun left behind a gradually distant figure, and finally disappeared into the bright red torii.

Knowing that Nan Yuanyun was leaving, the village chief of Sanbu Xingnan brought the whole village to see him off on crutches. He also gave Nan Yuanyun many souvenirs, most of which were fruits, vegetables, fish and meat from the countryside, and the fresh ones were still dripping. Wearing dew.

Nanyuan Yun gratefully thanked the head of Sanbu Xingnan Village and then boarded the train back to Tokyo.

On the hard seat of the train, the melodious and soul-stirring shamisen sound in front of the temple steps seemed to linger in Nanyuan Yun's ears, making him toss and turn, unable to calm down and read the student handbook.

After entering college, Nan Yuanyun came into contact with all kinds of women, but always felt that they were all butterflies with gaudy smiles.

Whenever I drink colorful cocktails with those women in a high-end bar, and see the last remaining transparent ice cubes in it, I will think of Yukiko's pure smile, and there will be a vacancy in my heart that cannot be filled.

Four years later, Nan Yuanyun, who was already a doctor of folklore, returned to the mountain col by accident at the end of autumn in November.

The abandoned geisha house was overgrown with weeds and deserted, and the courtyard was covered with withered yellow leaves. The room where Yukiko lived had also become dilapidated and no longer as tidy as she remembered.

Nanyuan Yun stopped a farmer working in the fields and asked.

[Where is Yukiko? 】

[You mean that geisha? 】

[Yes, may I ask where she went? 】

【died】

【died? 】

[She was pregnant with the village chief’s child and died in childbirth. 】

Yes, if you think about it, you will know that in such a remote place, the only one with the financial resources to become Yukiko's benefactor is the village chief Sanbu Xingnan.

It's just that Nan Yuanyun has been trying his best to avoid thinking about this matter.

[What about the village chief of Sanbu Xingnan? 】

[He died too. He vomited blood after drinking too much wine. 】

Nanyuan Yun said nothing more and hurriedly fled the col.

After returning to Tokyo, under the arrangement of my colleagues, I married a woman whose family owned a construction company. They had a son and a daughter, and their life was so happy that it was enviable.

For more than 30 years, Nanyuan Yun has deliberately avoided any topic about geisha. He is not like a middle-aged man with a successful career who goes to various teahouses and restaurants to have fun.

Now that I have seen such a brilliant geisha as Ryoko Nagayama, Yukiko's pure face in my memory is vivid again.

Older people do not become dull, but they are immersed in unforgettable memories of the past. Everything they look at will be emotional.

"Mr. Nanyuan, you..."

The woman with her hair tied up in a bun is named Chiyo Kiyota. The two are people of the same era. They were also obsessed with Nanzono Yun, but they later got married.

When we meet again, the once young heartbeat has turned into a stronger, more unspeakable feeling buried deep in my heart.

But the solemn and heroic Nan Yuanyun in front of him had tears in his eyes at this moment, and he was so out of sorts.

"Oh, it seems that Nagayama's performance is not suitable for an old guy like me."

Nanzono Yun laughed, raised his hand and waved it so that Chiyo Kiyota didn't have to worry about him, and took out the handkerchief his wife knitted for him from his wide sleeve to wipe away his tears.

"In this case, give me 90 points..."

Chiyo Kiyota, who was also a judge, heard what Nanzono Yun said and thought that he didn't like Ryoko Nagayama's performance, so he decided to give Ryoko Nagayama an A grade.

As the last note of the shamisen fell, Ryoko Nagayama stood up from the futon, placed her hands in front of her and bowed.

No matter what, she tried her best.

Chapter 210 "Demon King"

The first judge's score came out, with a score of 94.8, grade A.

second.......

When it was Nanzono Yun's turn, Kiyota Chiyo was about to raise the sign in his hand, but the score given by Nanzono Yun made Kiyota Chiyo stunned for a moment.

Rating 98.8, S grade!

As the first contestant in the semi-finals, Ryoko Nagayama received her first S-level rating!And it’s still close to a perfect score.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Nan Yuanyun, wanting to know the reason why this renowned doctor of folklore gave such a high rating.

“Contestant Nagayama’s performance this time broke my prejudice that shamisen is equal to tradition and created a new genre.

I think this rating is reasonable. "

Chiyota Chi spoke on behalf of Nanzono Yun, and at the same time changed his own rating and held up a sign, 98.9 points, an S-level rating.

Well, Kiyota Chiyo gave a higher rating than Nanzono Yun, now no one thinks about Nanzono Yun's reasons.

It's as outrageous as building a time travel machine out of a wired telephone and a microwave oven.

"Combined with audience ratings, the final score is 96.6 points, S grade!"

Makoto Kawajiri slid out from a corner of the stage and announced loudly.

Eh?Am I that powerful?

Ryoko Nagayama pinched the soft flesh on her forearm, dumbfounded and in disbelief.

This is S level. It rarely appears even in the finals. But now that he can get this level of rating, doesn't that mean he has won Kamijou Shinji?

"By the way, player Nagayama, could you please tell me how he got injured?" Makoto Kawajiri took the opportunity to ask.

"Ah..." Ryoko Nagayama was stunned for a moment. She didn't want people to know that she was beaten. That would be so embarrassing.

"If there is a reason, I will post it on the ins homepage later."

Makoto Kawajiri stopped asking. Player Nagayama obviously didn't want people to know, so he just mentioned it to see if he could dig out valuable topics to increase the ratings.

Since contestant Yongshan doesn't want to say it, it's better to respect her choice. After all, after this semi-final performance, contestant Yongshan may become popular.

As a host, he would only do this if he was confused.

However, Kamijou Shinji's stern expression changed in the audience. He stared at Ryoko Nagayama for a while, and then chuckled.

"Great!"

"I knew Ryoko was better than anyone else."

"I chose this unorthodox method of playing shamisen because I thought it would offend that serious old man."

"Fortunately, it ended up with an S-level rating."

The geisha sisters at Kihokan were overjoyed and wished they could appear on the scene to congratulate Nagayama Ryoko loudly.

Nagahama Yuho also had a look of relief on her face, sipping matcha with snacks, and felt for a moment that her years of training were not in vain.

Kanagawa Hall, player lounge.

In a jubilant atmosphere, Wuma Xingjin felt a little sorry for Ryoko Nagayama. If his cheek hadn't been injured, he would have scored more than this.

"It seems that I have decided to buy the Bubble Mart Blind Box."

Arakawa Kotoyuki smiled happily, as if she was even happier than herself for getting an S-level rating.

Nakazawa Shiori hugged Arakawa Kotoyuki from behind and said coquettishly: "Arakawa-senpai, I'm hungry~"

"Should we eat tuna sashimi tonight or tomorrow?"

"Shiori!" Ishimoto Yuko scolded, not wanting Arakawa Kotoyuki to think that Shiori is someone who likes to take advantage.

"Yeah, it's okay, I'll eat it tonight."

Arakawa Kotoyuki doesn't care about this trivial matter, and besides, they are all training partners together, so even if Nakazawa Shiori insists on eating now, she won't be disgusted.

Arakawa Kotoyuki took out a few bags of lime-flavored potato chips from her bag: "If you're hungry, let's eat some of these first."