books44 Chapter 226 Inside and Outside the Martial Arts Hall
Chapter 226 Inside and Outside the Martial Arts Hall
Backstage at the Budokan.
"No, practice more."
"No, I can't keep up with the pace at all."
"One more time, I'll accompany you."
Xiao Mu, or rather Mortis, was blushing at the moment - theoretically I should be sitting happily in the dressing room, singing a little song while waiting for the makeup artist to put heavy makeup on my face... Although I don't need to put on any makeup because I have a mask, at most I can do my hair and makeup.
But it doesn’t matter where it is, except in this dark rehearsal room!
Xiao Mu began to kick Chu Hua with a childish look, holding his guitar and silently recalling whether he had made any mistakes just now. The guitar pick in his hand began to sweep around randomly, making a huge and continuous noise. The waves of noisy string sounds stimulated the eardrums of Chu Hua and Mana who was playing with a mobile phone nearby and hurt them.
"Xiao Mu, stop messing around."
Chu Hua's stylish big hands exerted force, holding down Xiao Mu's hands that were strumming the strings randomly without any pattern, and gently tapped Mu's little head with a dark red beret.
"We're not kidding! We're supposed to be on stage tonight! Why are we still practicing here instead of putting on makeup?"
Chu Hua had no intention of coaxing Xiao Mu as usual. Instead, he leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly - in fact, Chu Hua was somewhat angry.
"Xiao Mu is just messing around. He can't keep up with everyone else's pace at all. We are usually very tolerant and generous. If Xiao Mu continues to be obedient, this attitude will continue—"
Chu Hua pulled out a pick and replicated Xiao Mu's random strumming exactly - almost no note was wrong, and after adding the effects and metronome prepared in advance, it turned out to be a pretty rock melody.
This is an attitude - you are not irreplaceable. If you don't want to be optimized, just practice obediently. You have no right to put on airs.
Xiao Mu became obedient and lowered his head somewhat unwillingly. He clenched his clean little fists, which were a little red from constant practice, and then released them weakly.
"Xiao Mu usually works very hard, and everyone sees it, but today is different. No one will indulge you - in other words, no one will tolerate each other."
"Tonight, those standing on the Budokan stage aren't five individuals, but five puppets driven by dreams, five gamblers driven to despair. So please cast aside those unnecessary emotions, and save all the laughter and tears for after you succeed."
Mana was surprised to see her partner speak so bluntly and mercilessly. Although she understood that Chuhua had risked everything for today, her emotions were understandable.
But Xiao Mu must be feeling very uncomfortable... Mana went forward and hugged Xiao Mu, who lowered his head and didn't say anything, and whose face could not be seen. She didn't say any words of comfort, but just silently conveyed her warmth.
He had no idea that the cute blue-haired girl in his arms seemed to be struggling with something in her eyes... Her pupils were filled with trembling and tangled emotions, flickering uncontrollably, like clear waves disturbed by a red palm, shimmering and with undercurrents surging.
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If we were to use some more well-known large-scale international events to describe the so-called performance holy land Budokan, Tokyo Dome is the major and S games, and Budokan is Katowice or MSI - after all, it was the venue for the judo competition in the 64 Olympics.
Although this large, square, octagonal-shaped hall has a rich historical heritage, Kashiwa Sanhui did not follow the crowd to gather around the tour guide and listen to the glorious history of the martial arts hall like an elementary school student. Instead, he looked at the sacred and solemn ancient battlefield... and ancient buildings in the distance.
"Xiangzi, what if I sneak in and take the people who live there..."
"No," Xiangzi pinched Kashiwa Sanhui's kidney through several layers of clothing, feeling helpless about Kashiwa Sanhui's dangerous remarks. "Even though they're a dispensable parasitic family, doing this will cause a diplomatic incident!"
The Emperor, who was despised by his own people, - Kashiwa Miki could only retract his bold idea, raised his head and leaned casually against the street lamp, carefully looking at this holy place for the band.
Budokan...
Although my band doesn't aim to make money, I still think it would be great to perform at a martial arts stadium or a dome and enjoy the huge crowds...
I guess everyone will be very happy, right?
"Hey, Xiangzi," Kashiwa Sanhui touched Xiangzi's head. Xiangzi paused in shock, but after realizing what Kashiwa Sanhui was doing, he put his hands behind his back and looked at the present, enjoying himself silently. "Want to go to the Budokan one more time?"
"Didn't I make an appointment with Chuhua and the others to have a showdown at the martial arts hall?"
"No, it's just us performing. We're performing at Endless Crychic's Budokan—I heard it can hold up to 14,000 people."
“That’s a lot of people.”
Why do I feel like this little bastard is just trying to please me? Baihe Sanhui looked down at Xiangzi, who had his eyes half closed and inexplicably looked like he was enjoying himself, and put his hand back into his pocket from Xiangzi's head.
After the charging mode ended, Xiangzi looked up with some dissatisfaction, but he could only see Baihe Sanhui's chin with a little stubble, and faint crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. There was a hint of blood around his small but focused pupils, and one or two strands of white hair grew in his thick hair.
The doctor is getting old so fast. He is only 27 or 28 years old, but he looks about the same age as the useless dad. Although I know that the dad is devastated by the blow and drinks every day, the doctor drinks but he is not an alcoholic. That amount basically does not affect his health.
The doctor is under a lot of pressure. He carries the fate of so many people on his shoulders, the band, Yuqiu...
Will I have to do this in the future?
Carrying the fate and remaining lives of thousands of people?
"What are you looking at?" Baihe Sanhui gently knocked Xiangzi on the head, interrupting Xiangzi's trance. "I don't have any pimples on my face. Even a shorty like you can't see them."
That's right, Kashiwa Sanhui is 1.81 meters tall and Xiangzi is 1.55 meters tall. Even if he wears a height-increasing pad, he can only barely reach Kashiwa Sanhui's chest.
"Tsk... I can't even care about you."
"If you want to care about me, then please help me share some of the pressure of the band. I write the lyrics and compose the music, and I'm also responsible for booking the recording studio and live house. It would be strange if I don't have some gray hair."
Seeing the silver-haired figure in the distance, whose face was red from a hangover but who was struggling to walk towards him, Kashiwa Sanhui stretched out, and his body made a series of muffled crackling sounds.
"Xiangzi, let's go. This time we are the audience, but next time we come to the Budokan, we might be the actors on the stage."
"Doctor, why are you deciding the band's schedule without my permission? Everyone might not agree."
"Oh? I'm going to ask you—"
Kashiwa Sanhui accurately grabbed a pink ball from under the park bench. Only after the collar was held in his hand did he barely stretch his body to return to human form. Yili's face looked a little panicked.
"Please...ah please, doctor, don't sell me to human traffickers! I'm worthless!"
The Tokyo Arnold of the Grooves, this guy always says things that don't work to scare Xiao Yili, and then comes back to settle the score with her - Kashiwa Miki makes Yili stand on her toes, and after Yili stands firmly, he asks her: "Yili, do you want to perform at the Budokan?"
"Eh... Budokan!? I, I, I, I, can I really do this!?"
Of course, it’s not the look of surprise after sudden progress, but just the beginning of self-questioning in daily tasks.
"Enjoying the support of 14,000 spectators, with the audience cheering Luna's name like a tsunami..."
One...fourteen thousand people!!!
Listening to Baihe Sanhui's instigation, Yili began to roll his eyes, and like the grass carp that was hit on the back of the head with two sticks by the fishmongers when it came ashore, he began to twitch twice and then lay down.
"Alright," Kashiwa Sanhui scratched his head helplessly and had no choice but to leave Ichiri in the care of Xiangzi, a professional guitar-playing kid. "Let's wait until Ichiri feels better before we talk about the martial arts hall or anything like that."