Young people with light music will not encounter lonely rock music

"So...so awesome!" The girl cast her eyes with envy and admiration.

After the waiter memorized the menu, he didn't say much. He bowed politely to the two of them, asked you to wait a moment, and left.

"Family restaurants...are they all so high-end?" Ichiri Goto was very shocked.

"What kind of family restaurant..." Kotobuki Hikari realized that she seemed to have misunderstood something again. "This is Michelin."

"Isn't that a tire seller?"

......

Kotobuki stayed silent and gave up the argument.

"Is it really okay to just... skip class like this?" the girl asked with uneasiness.

She was afraid of being scolded by the teacher. She had never done anything as unorthodox as skipping class in her life.

It's unimaginable... just because Qin blew a few words, she wasn't even afraid of being scolded and followed her.

Goto Kazuri was forcibly dragged out of school by Kotobuki Mitsuru, and he would definitely be late for class in the afternoon.

"The dishes have been ordered, are you going to run away in Yili?"

"Well..." The girl had tears in her eyes.

Although the consequences of skipping class are certainly terrible, the person in front of her is a friend she can trust. If she escapes and leaves him to face the consequences alone, she will never allow it.

Okay, Yili, imagine how you wanted to behave when you went to a high-end restaurant with your friends!

Goto Ichisato straightened his back. His body, which was originally a little unremarkable because of his breasts, suddenly revealed an enviable curve even with the obstruction of sportswear.

Shortly after......

The first dish was brought by the waiter on a dining cart covered with a semicircular metal cover.

"That...that..."

Ichiri Goto imitated the actions of other female guests calling the waiter, and slowly raised his hand in a very high-key manner, with his fingers slightly close together, showing a somewhat enchanting and pretentious look.

"My guest, do you need anything?"

"Chopsticks..."

"?" Qin Chuiguang frowned.

"?" The waiter, who had an unchanging smile on his face, finally hesitated.

"Please...please give me chopsticks..." Goto Ichiri repeated on the other side.

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

"Give me a pair too."

The silence was interrupted by a young boy's voice.

In order not to embarrass Goto Kazuri, Kotobuki Hikaru could only help her warm up.

The experienced waiter didn't know how to reply at this moment.

Goto Ichiri seemed to notice something, and his face gradually turned a darker pink than his hair color.

"Sorry...guest, our restaurant is a Western restaurant and does not provide tableware such as chopsticks."

"Yes...sorry!"

Kazuri Goto gradually transformed into a pink slime, and slowly transformed into a strange unknown substance as the live pianist played Chopin in the restaurant.

A5 wagyu, medium rare.

Because the author has never eaten it, I can’t describe the taste.

"good to eat."

The girl commented like this after easily finishing the wagyu beef that was only a few bites in front of her.

"It's much better than mom's steak."

Because he didn't know how to use a table knife, Goto Ichisato held the fork like a two-year-old child, with pieces of meat stuck on it like a murdered corpse.

"But there are so few..." Goto Ichiri was still a bit unfinished.

She counted and found that she had only taken four bites.

The girl silently glanced at Kotobuki Hikaru, but the small piece of beef was eaten by him like a flower.

There was no sound of metal collision when the knife and fork crossed, and there was no sound of friction with the dinner plate when cutting the meat. The meat was also cut cleanly without any adhesion.

His eating movements were also very graceful. He cut the meat into small pieces and put it in his mouth with a fork without staining his lips. On the other hand, his rough movements stained the area around his lips.

"Aren't you a bad boy?"

Goto Ichisato's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Bad?!" Kotobukiko immediately looked distressed.

"Do I have such a worthless image in your mind?"

"Then...don't you know the young master of a wealthy family?"

Otherwise, how could it look so elegant?

but......

If you only know what this kind of restaurant looks like, how can you not even know that the restaurant does not provide chopsticks?

Recalling that he was saved by Kotobuki Mitsuru when he was embarrassed just now, Goto Ichisato's face turned red again, like a ripe tomato.

The young man's expression froze, then he coughed dryly and returned to his original state.

"My family is just a little better than other people's families." The young man made a gesture of pinching his fingers.

when checking out.

The waiter handed over the bill.

Kotobukimitsu handed over the card directly as usual.

He threw the bill away casually, but Goto Kazuri was very curious about it.

She secretly took advantage of Kotobuki's lack of attention and quickly took the bill into her hand.

"Well!"

It is necessary to count the amount of money one by one.

Cold sweat ran down Goto Ichiri's head, as if he had aged ten years at this moment, and his forehead was covered with dense black lines.Then he counted it three times again and finally confirmed that it was correct.

obviously.

The prices of the dishes have exceeded Goto Kazuri's current consumption outlook.

Suffered, suffered, suffered...

Snapped--!

A pink pig was slapped onto the table covered with tablecloth by Goto Issato and pushed down in front of Kotobuki.

"Yili...what are you doing?"

Kotobuki Hikaru, who was immersed in her mobile phone just now, was startled.

"These...just consider them as meal expenses...I will return the rest to you as soon as possible, Hikaru."

"?" Qinbukiguang didn't know how to respond.

"Yili, didn't I say that as a reward for successful practice, I would treat you to dinner?"

"If it doesn't work, just sell this guitar! Dad said it's worth a lot of money..."

Goto Kazuri respectfully put his hands on the guitar lying on the edge of the table, and lowered his head to the ground. It was obvious that he did not hear what Kotobuki said.

Although he was very reluctant to part with it, he was afraid that Qinbuki would run out of money and have no money to pay the bills, so he wanted him to sell the guitar.

only......

Guitar, for teenagers, is nothing more than a scourge.

"Hurry...take it away quickly and don't let me touch it——!"

Chapter 15 Isn’t a tea party considered a meeting?

chug chug chug...

Harley-Davidson, the same model as the tough guy hero in the movie "Terminator", walked through the streets of Shimokitazawa that were dyed orange in an unusually high-profile manner.

However, such a high-profile locomotive emits a very strange engine sound, similar to that of a walk-behind agricultural single-cylinder tractor.

In a way, it's very eye-catching.

Ichiri Goto carried the guitar on his back and hugged the boy in the black sportswear tightly from behind. In order to avoid being thrown to pieces due to turning and accelerating, he buried his head in the light citrus fragrance. In the golden hair.

This feeling of being stared at closely by passers-by is really terrifying. How can Hikaru not care about other people's gazes...

Maybe this is killing Matt.

The real killers, not to mention just performing on stage, even if they are ordered to perform strange acts in public, publish a declaration of independence on the Live House platform, or dance in a quiet classroom during class, they can do it without any care. Task.

Goto Ichiri gradually mastered the trick, and then his tense spirit gradually relaxed.

The reason is that...

Just put the helmet on backwards and close the eyes tightly. The sound of wind drowns out the surrounding sounds. After closing most of the senses, you immediately feel at ease.

Although it's a little hard to breathe, you don't have to worry about other people's eyes.

"OK, it's exactly five o'clock. You're not late. That's great."

The sound of the hand-held tractor finally stopped, and it swung its tail smoothly and stopped at the gathering position of the motorcycles.

"Ah...ah... finally here..."

Gotou's body was swaying up and down like a long strip of jelly, and three-quarters of the helmet was buckled on the girl's head, blocking her vision and causing her to be in a motion sickness-like state the entire time in the car, even after getting off the car. , Goto was staggering and couldn't walk straight.

Finally taking off the helmet that covered his face, Gotou subconsciously drifted towards the trash can.

My stomach was feeling a little queasy and I wanted to vomit.

After getting close to the trash can, I instantly felt like I was home. Sure enough, the dark plankton like myself was a perfect match for the trash heap.

Goto Kazuri suppressed the desire to get into the trash can instead of the garbage, and leaned forward to get closer to the trash can. However, he moved his body from the combustible garbage to the non-recyclable garbage in time.

"vomit..."

But at the moment when she was about to empty her stomach, the girl suddenly braced herself up and suppressed her desire.

"No...no..."

"How can precious Japanese A5 Wagyu beef be wasted like this..."

If he really vomited like this, he would have wasted a lot of Fukuzawa Yukichi.

clap clap clap-

Gotou Ichisato kept patting his chest and smoothing his esophagus from top to bottom.

Bounce...bounce...bounce...bounce...

Is it really like jelly? !

"It would be nice if Ichiri could not be so weird and be the same as when I was recording the video..." Kotobuki Mitsuru muttered to himself as he looked at Goto Ichiri who was in a state of selflessness again next to the trash can. .

But such thoughts were discarded in an instant.

"Ha...in that case, she wouldn't be 'Poch' anymore."

The boy opened the motorcycle's saddlebag and took out the delicate red and white paper bag inside, as well as a few cups of tea...although it was milk tea.

When school was about to end, in the latest chat group created by several people, a certain blue-haired senior once again made a feeble request.

[If anyone remembers my request, that would be really appreciated. ]

@青风光@波奇

Poor.jpg.

The boy who was looking at the chat history on his mobile phone fell into deep thought.