Comprehensive comic: Succubus Shota, one mile of ability every day

Shiraishi had a premonition in his heart. He knew that Mao Yue would come. After all, even someone like him who was not a fanatic fan came to attend this concert because he cared about Mao Yue. How could Mao Yue be absent? He walked slowly towards Mao Yue, and finally stopped beside her, breaking the silence in a seemingly casual tone.

"Do you often come to the Sweet Bullet concert?" Shiraishi deliberately asked lightly, trying to approach her in a less direct way.

Ma Yue just turned her head slightly and glanced at him with her peripheral vision, but did not answer, but silently turned her eyes back to the stage that had lost its luster.

Shiraishi did not give up. He continued to whisper: "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. In front of me, you can express your emotions freely."

Ma Yue's expression remained unchanged, without surprise or embarrassment, as if she had long been accustomed to such a conversation. She knew that Shiraishi's words were out of sincerity and understanding, not prying or accusation. Yesterday in the hospital, Shiraishi noticed something strange about Mao Yue. Her extraordinary calmness and restraint made him wonder if she was hiding something. At this moment, in this chaotic scene, everything seemed to have an answer.

"It turns out that Xiao Qian is a person who specializes in exposing lies." Mao Yue finally spoke, with a hint of ridicule and relief in her tone.

"Are you a friend of Woodpecker?" Shiraishi replied with a smile, and the atmosphere between the two was eased a lot by this lighthearted joke.

"It's very rude to Woodpecker." Mao Yue also smiled. It was the first time she smiled in this occasion. Although it was short, it was enough to warm people's hearts.

After a short silence, Mao Yue took the initiative to mention what happened yesterday: "I really couldn't make a sound at yesterday's concert." Her voice was very light, but full of sincerity and helplessness.

There seemed to be more trust and dependence in her eyes when she looked at Shiraishi.

"I believe it." Shiraishi answered without hesitation. He remembered himself standing in the back area yesterday, witnessing the scene with his own eyes, and also felt the sudden helplessness and regret. He looked at the stage, and Kazuka and the others were still standing there, not giving up.

"Xiao Qian was standing in the back area at that time, right?" Mao Yue asked softly, with a hint of confirmation in her tone.

"Have you discovered it a long time ago?" Shiraishi was a little surprised, but more relieved. He knew that Mao Yue had been paying attention to them in her own way, even in the most difficult times.

The rain still showed no signs of weakening, but became more and more violent. The rain mercilessly wet Mao Yue's hoodie, but she didn't seem to care. She continued to tell her story: "I come to every concert. Since the first concert of Sweet Bullet, no matter how big or small, I have never missed it."

Shiraishi listened quietly, with complex emotions surging in his heart. He didn't expect that this seemingly indifferent girl actually had such deep emotions and persistence. He couldn't help asking: "So, has this problem happened before?"

"It happened." Uzuki's voice was still steady. "Although it wasn't such a big stage, the speakers couldn't make any sound at that time. The girls standing in the middle just started singing."

As soon as she finished speaking, an unexpected scene happened on the stage. The members of Sweet Bullet took off their long down jackets and encouraged each other with their eyes. Then, under the harsh conditions of no instrumental accompaniment, no sound system, and no microphones, they sang in unison.0

Although the singing was weak, it was full of strength and persistence. It penetrated the rain curtain and reached the ears of Shiraishi and Uzuki.

At this moment, the atmosphere of the venue quietly changed. The scene, which was originally in chaos due to the power outage, gradually returned to calm and order in their singing.

In the front row near the stage, an inconspicuous audience member gently clapped the rhythm. At first, it was just a lonely sound, but soon, this power seemed to be endowed with magic. Every clap attracted more people to join in. The clapping sound spread like ripples, until the atmosphere of the entire venue was quietly changed.

Those audience members who had already taken steps and were ready to leave were attracted by this sudden rhythm and stopped one after another. Their faces were intertwined with doubts and curiosity, and their eyes wandered between the four girls who insisted on singing on the stage and the enthusiastic fans below. (To read the violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

This performance, admittedly, was not perfect. He Xiang and the others gave up the gorgeous dance and devoted themselves to this song adapted into a lyrical version. Every note carried their emotions and efforts. Despite this, this purity and persistence made this imperfection more real and moving.

As the clapping sound continued to grow, a wonderful fusion that transcended the boundaries between idols and fans was quietly forming. It transcended identity, spanned distance, and closely connected the stage and the audience.

However, even so, the flow of the crowd did not completely stop, and some people still chose to leave, perhaps because of disappointment, or perhaps because of other reasons, but it is undeniable that nearly half of the audience had quietly left, and those who stayed were people who were persistent and passionate about this music. .