Zongman: Kulaixiku, resurrection!

Chapter 165: Sumi arrives unexpectedly...?

Kashiwa Sanhui tapped the rhythm with his fingers a little impatiently, and the seat next to him that should have belonged to Xiangzi was still empty.

This afternoon at dusk, dark clouds drifted over from the west and a little rain fell. The ground is now muddy and slippery.

Unfortunately, Xiangzi fell down. Although it was not serious and he could perform on stage normally, his performance clothes were dirty after all. Even if the organizer provided a fast washing machine and dryer, it would take some time for him to get dressed and go on stage.

The audience didn’t care about that – rock music fans didn’t care about the little rain or the slippery ground, but they cared a lot about not being able to see the show on time.

Although Goto Ichiri, who attended the event in a gorgeous outfit, overturned the audience and fans' stereotypes about Ms. Luna, but...

"Ms. Luna, your warm-up song is actually twenty minutes long? We're so restless right now!"

This is a powerful quote from an EC fan, reflecting the extreme dissatisfaction of fans.

Kashiwa Sanhui was sweating profusely - in fact, it would be fine if it were just fans, but the key was that there were two bands waiting to go on stage. If he made it difficult for them, what if they just went on stage with their instruments and started a band?

I don't want the scene to be so ugly...

At this moment, two figures that he was very familiar with walked onto the stage leisurely - they were in the center of the stage, and the spotlights did not remain off as he had arranged, but were focused on the newcomers.

Kita and Nijika were a little surprised, and Aine and Deng in the audience couldn't help but exclaimed:

"Tomorin, it's Sumimi!"

"Sumimi...who is it?"

"They're a super popular idol group lately! I heard they'll be coming to Kawasaki for a music festival soon. I didn't expect it to be true!"

Aiyin was ready to rush up and ask for an autograph—no security, no agent to stop her, OK, ready to sprint!

In fact, it was not Aine's turn to rush forward because Sumimi's fans had already packed the stage, leaving no room for Aine to squeeze in and ask for an autograph.

As for Kashiwa Sanhui and the four little ones on the stage, they had already looked at each other and were ready to pick up their guitars to entertain the two uninvited guests who came to challenge them - this is our fucking stage, no matter whether you are Sumimi or Konami, at most we won't hit you in the face for Xiangzi's sake!

"Good evening everyone, we are Hatsuka Mikado and Mana Sumida, and it's a pleasure to meet you all!"

Triangle Chuhua, wearing a baseball cap and headphones, had a clear voice that could be heard from far away, even attracting audiences from other stages.

"We're sorry we need to borrow Endless crychic's stage, but we just want to ask everyone to give oblivionis a little time—we can sing a song to apologize to everyone on oblivionis' behalf!"

No, who asked you two? How presumptuous!

Kashiwa Miki was about to say something to regain control of the stage - but he found that not only himself but everyone in the EC group had their headsets cut off!

Sound engineer, what are you doing? I'm calling drummers Li Xi and Hong Xia to send all of you traitors to the skies!

"...Pfft, it seems Cyeagha-san is really anxious. We were just joking, we wouldn't do something like that~"

Mana covered her mouth and burst out laughing. Her silver bell-like laughter caused a roar from the audience. Chuhua took over the conversation very naturally and said seriously:

"Everyone, we came here with the audacity to say something very important to Oblivionis—"

"Don't say that~"

Just as everyone held their breath, ready to see the big news… a hero appeared! Endless crychic’s keyboardist and captain, Flying Thunder God II, entered the scene, almost silently teleporting to Chuhua’s side.

It is the masked Xiaoxiang dressed exactly the same as in the promotional video. The blue gem brooch on his chest is shining brightly, but the mask has obviously been transformed with a hollow design, giving an illusion of floating on the face, making the look much more vivid.

"Xiang... oblivionis, you're here!"

I thought Xiangzi would always avoid me, and would not be in a good mood even when he saw me - but the fact was not like that. Not only did Xiangzi come, he also looked at me with a smile!

Maybe it was the unrequited love filter that kicked in, Sanjiao Chuhua didn't notice the playful smile in Xiangzi's eyes at all.

"Of course I will come - if I come any later, I'm afraid that Sumi's triangle Chuhua Miss will tear apart my most precious things... You won't really do that, Chuhua?"

These two people definitely know each other! And their relationship is definitely not ordinary!

The reporters who heard the news from the audience were so angry that their shutters were about to explode, and their recorders were running at full speed, wishing they could record every burp of the three people on the stage.

"Of course not... oblivionis, you mean?"

Junda Mana had an expression that was half relieved and half expectant. She patted the shoulder of Sankaku Hatsuka, who was standing there in a daze, with a gloating look. Although she didn't say a word, the meaning of her action was self-evident.

"Chuhua," Xiangzi, still somewhat considerate of his old friend's dignity, considerately took off the other person's headset. "Don't make things too awkward. I still want to be your friend."

"...But, I don't just want to be friends with you."

Eh?

Kashiwa Sanhui, who was standing at the back and eating the melon with relish at close range, was stunned for a moment, and Liang's expression, which was originally of watching the show, suddenly became tense.

"I have always wanted to be with you, whether it's forming a band or doing something else, I don't care."

Chuhua's smile at this moment was as warm as the spring breeze, but only Xiangzi, who was almost right next to him, could see the fanaticism in Chuhua's eyes.

Since the headset had been taken off anyway, Chuhua simply stopped trying to hide anything and called out Xiangzi's real name.

"Xiangzi, listen to me."

"I made a gamble that would determine my life. I terminated my contract, poured everything I had into building the best team I could. Everything I'd earned over the past few years went all in on the poker table, all for this one gamble."

"I'm no different from a mad-eyed gambler now—Xiangzi, at least give me some hope of making a comeback. Don't let me know that I've lost everything, okay?"

"At least for our past sake."

It was truly the peculiar frenzy of a gambler, like the dice almost coming to a stop, the side trembling and revealing, yet one still clings to that impossible sliver of hope, pounding the gambling table with all one's might in an effort to change the outcome.

Just like Dad, but Chuhua is not a bastard like Dad. It’s really difficult.

"Sure," Xiangzi raised his eyebrows, unabashedly displaying his desire to fight, a fire burning in his pupils. "You want hope, right?"

Well, she is Chuhua after all, so why not give her a chance to turn things around?

If you want to get me, you have to prove that you are better than the doctor, right?

"Yes, hope."

After all, they are old friends for many years, and they knew each other's thoughts as soon as they met. Chuhua cooperated and took Mana's hand to the side. Mana also understood what her partner meant and walked off the stage with a smile.

All that was left were Chuhua and Xiangzi, two pairs of hands resting on the keys in front of the same keyboard, and the Endless crychic members who had received the message and were ready to start playing.

"Chuhua, this is the hope I give you—come and try that song. You definitely know how to play it, right?"

Xiangzi looked at Kashiwa Sanhui, who knew what he wanted to do and shook his head helplessly, made a face at the latter, and then called Chuhua's name in a playful manner.

"In about four months, at the New Year's Budokan, I will still perform this song with everyone in Endless crychic."

"Then we'll see who can impress the audience more – the winner takes all, and the loser gets nothing."