Society fears that young people don’t want to be literary godfathers

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Moreover, although there is no special basis for thinking this way... this Takegami-san seems to have an ulterior motive.

There was a vague feeling that the little president with dog eyes seemed to have some guesses about the identities of Kurihara and Mochizuki... The young master of the bicycle shop secretly glanced at the sinful Fa Xiao, and his mood became more and more complicated.

At this moment, he suddenly felt: this trip was not some vulgar youth love comedy, but a well-deserved Hongmen Banquet——

I wonder how Kurihara Saki, who is also in the human form of Ultraman Sloth Fish and has been invited to go with him, reacts now...

thought here.

The son of a bicycle dealer frowned slightly, his expression becoming more complicated.

And at the other end of Toyama Prefecture.

On the streets where autumn is getting thicker, a pure black Toyota Century shuttles through the streets and heads towards the art exhibition.

The girl with long silver-colored hair and red eyes like the bright red sun was holding her forehead nervously at this moment, and her whole body was shaking unconsciously.

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39. The crisis of losing vest 4/5

Sometimes, Kurihara Saki always feels that time flies by very quickly.

In the blink of an eye, Sloth Fish has gone from being an unknown to a well-known music blogger with more than [-] fans, and has become the new idol of students. Even street performers have begun to cover songs that Sloth Fish sang in the past, which aroused fans The frenzy... Everything is changing, just like the rotation of the four seasons, which is unstoppable and makes it difficult to adapt.

If possible, the girl really hopes that everything can stay at the very beginning, chatting in vain with her partner in a small room, thinking about matters related to arranging music, and in her free time she can Play games and cards, and be an ordinary high school student.

..... However, all dreams will be completely shattered on this day.

In the near future, she and Mochizuki, two socially incompetent stay-at-home fans, will sing her past works in front of her fanatical fans and be surrounded by offline fans. Although the possibility is slim, she still has to be careful. The true identity will not be discovered by the bad guys at the scene, otherwise the peaceful fishing life will be completely wiped out——

"Is this some kind of Hongmen Banquet...Why doesn't God destroy me?"

While silently repeating world-class famous phrases, Kurihara Saki's red eyes turned like a cyberpsychotic attack, and the CPU in his brain was about to burn out.

There is no doubt that the girl is in a rather embarrassing situation at the moment.

She had never thought that her friend Xiao Chengzi would be able to get along with Mochizuki and drag her to watch a street performer perform the Sloth Fish song offline. Now she only felt faintly scared and worried.

.... With this happening all of a sudden, could it be that Xiao Chengzi has vaguely guessed our identities and wants to verify our identities?

Feeling like a wolf who was jumped on the first night of the Werewolf game, the silver-haired girl couldn't help but sigh.

"...Saki."

A middle-aged man with a big belly and a look of honesty and maturity was holding the steering wheel, looking at his daughter who was about to burn out, and couldn't help but laugh in his voice:

"Aren't you going out to play with your friends? Why do you look like this?"

"..........Ahem, no, it's nothing."

Kurihara Saki leaned on the specially installed safety seat and spoke in a calm but fragile voice:

"I'm just a little unprepared...Dad, is my expression weird..."

"What do you say?"

Looking at his daughter, whose face was pale and embarrassment was about to overflow her face, Hitoshi Kurihara smiled softly:

"Okay, okay... isn't it just to listen to my and Mochizuki's songs live with my friends? This is something to be proud of, after all, my daughter has become a big star."

"...I'm not a big star."

Kurihara Saki curled her lips, and her voice was as subtle as the fluttering wings of a butterfly:

"I am an ordinary audience member today... Although I am somewhat embarrassed to applaud myself and that guy Mochizuki, if I force myself, maybe it won't be so embarrassing——"

"This is a lie."

Kurihara's father's eyes were sharp, and he looked at his daughter huddled in the corner through the rearview mirror, like a frightened kitten, and his voice seemed quite clear:

"...It's so easy. Do you still talk to me in this tone?"

"...Okay, I admit I'm embarrassed."

Kurihara Saki scratched his head with some annoyance, his long silver hair flowing around his slender knuckles:

"After all, I'm just two friends, Xiao Chengzi and Mochizuki Ri, who are not used to staying in crowded places at all - and there are not only our fans but also unknown passers-by..."

"Hmph... You are obviously a musician, but are you afraid of the huge crowds?"

"I just play music out of interest."

Kurihara Saki refuted his father seriously:

"Similar to playing games, arranging music is just to relieve the boring time in a wheelchair - after all, I can't play volleyball in a wheelchair, right? This is too nonsense. Even the Chinese Success School on the other side of the ocean dare not write this .”

".......That's true."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, but his expression did not change particularly:

"Okay, since playing music is just for relaxation, why should you be so nervous? After all, your and Mochizuki's songs are liked by many people, aren't they?"

"........not like this."

Keep talking like this.

Kurihara Saki lowered his head, his expression seemed a little embarrassed:

“Since it’s a street performance, there will definitely be people who are not Slothfish fans passing by – if they all hear Unravel and those heart-wrenching songs, I feel like it might be hard for them to listen to it. Sloth fish act like normal people..."

"Ahem...that's it."

The reliable middle-aged man cleared his throat and vaguely understood what was behind his daughter's expression.

...Sure enough, although she looks very strong on the surface, her daughter is still not very confident...

Seeing his daughter with a disappointed face through the rearview mirror, Hitoshi Kurihara's eyebrows turned:

"Is there a cultural generation gap? There's nothing we can do about it... How about Saki let that boy Mochizuki compose a little love song from citypop in the future——"

"Dad, what do you mean, one second is unravel, and the next second is citupop, urban obsession? Isn't this a bit schizophrenic?"

"Um...Okay, I admit that your current style is very inconsistent with singing citypop..."

Seeing that there was no possibility that his opinions would be implemented, the middle-aged man who looked amiable and had deep and reliable eyebrows also gave a rare sigh:

"What a pity. It seems that Sloth Fish can't win back the audience of Uncle Showa and Dad - but it doesn't matter, don't you have many fans when you were in school?"

"...Actually, our style is very niche even among middle school students and high school students."

Facing her father's clumsy but sincere comfort, the girl's expression seemed a little difficult to let go.

As a long-term Internet surfer, Kurihara Saki is very clear that the music released by the Slothfish account is almost entirely divorced from mainstream culture and is a product of the two-dimensional subculture circle.

Subculture represents subversion, innovation, and new cultural forces that do not compromise with mainstream culture. However, because of their full personality, it is difficult for them to be accepted by the mainstream, and it is difficult for them to win in this aging society. Being treated squarely in a small town——

What Kurihara Saki is really worried about is actually this.

If the songs released by Slothfish were considered by passers-by to be immoral and deliberately novelty, and ridiculed on the spot... wouldn't he and Mochizuki be in a real sense of social death?

40. I want to be with Mochizuki 5/5

"I see."

Probably understanding what his daughter was thinking, Kurihara's father also nodded:

"I didn't expect Saki to have such troubles..."

"It's already there..."

That's it.

It was like thinking of some bad experience.

Holding the hem of her short skirt tightly, looking at her legs that could no longer move and had become thin and straight due to lack of muscles, Kurihara Saki's expression was somewhat dejected:

"I don't want to be misunderstood by everyone as a freak or something... Really, it's okay if things in the subculture circle can be played on the Internet, why do they have to be put on the table-"

"...But, if you don't put it on the table, you will never go further, right?"

"........Eh?"

Kurihara Saki's red eyes flashed with light.

She just looked at her father, who was holding the steering wheel for her and always by her side silently, and listened to his calm voice slowly falling into her heart:

"Subculture, acceptance, etc., I'm too old, and I don't understand it for a long time - but I am sure of one thing: the end point of you and Mochizuki is definitely not in this town, right?"

"...Maybe so?"

The girl held her chin and looked at the flowing scenery outside the window:

"If we really want to debut as an artist group and get on a bigger stage, then Mochizuki-kai and I will go to Tokyo together and try to find a way to open up a new path, right?"

"Then, have you ever thought about becoming a top-notch musician and performing at the Tokyo Dome with that guy Mochizuki?"

"...Eh, why do you ask-"

"Don't worry about it, just satisfy my curiosity as a father~"

The middle-aged man smiled softly:

"After all, I have never heard about what my daughter's dream is...right?"

"...If possible, I would like to climb onto the Tokyo Dome."

That's it.

As if she was touched by something vague in her heart... The girl blushed with embarrassment and her voice trembled:

"By then, if my partner doesn't change...I also want to be on stage with Mochizuki..."

"That's right."

The middle-aged man smiled brightly and said in a clear voice:

"Since you have such a wish in your heart, just keep pursuing it. Don't be afraid of any criticism. Just move forward toward the goal of the Tokyo Dome. Your mother and I will always support you."

"It's too chaotic..."

Kurihara Saki's eyes were a little subtle:

"Towards the goal of Tokyo Dome...it's so exciting to say it, but it's very difficult."

"That's right. After all, my daughter is a coward. She can't even act like an audience and applaud her and her partner's work. How can she possibly be on the Tokyo Dome?"

"Who...who said I dare not?"

Hearing her father's words, the already strong wheelchair girl's voice was tainted with other emotions:

"Isn't it just a matter of obediently facing the scrutiny of everyone... It's a piece of cake. If I didn't have confidence, I wouldn't get in this car!"

"......Really~"

The middle-aged man smiled slyly:

"Are you really not worried or nervous anymore...?"

"Gu...it's still a little bit."

Thinking that there was no way to avoid her father's observation, the silver-haired girl couldn't help but curl her lips:

"No, but...I will try to stay calm and spend time with my friends!"

"...That's right~"

Seeing his daughter getting back on her feet, the middle-aged man who was already a father nodded with satisfaction——

After a while, the Toyota Century crushed the autumn light and shadow and arrived at the meeting point of Kurihara Saki and her friends.

"......Then, have fun."

"Um......"

"Pull the hook?"