Chapter 79, Not Me
Yurina Yamamoto stood on the stage and waved to the nine audience members below. It felt like she was holding a solo concert.

Without any opening remarks, the lights in the auditorium dimmed completely, leaving only a few beams of light from the stage, shining on Yurina, who was wearing a pure white dress, making her look particularly bright and dazzling.

Some students put their hands in their pockets, as if they were hesitating about something, but then they held back out of respect for their personal privacy.

"You can take pictures. This is not a concert. It's our Christmas party." Yurina smiled at the man kindly.

This sentence immediately won everyone's favor.

Not all of the ten people here know each other. Some are friends of friends of friends; some were randomly selected and invited; some were even spotted on the street, and then approached and invited...

No matter what Yurina is like normally, she is really reliable right now.

Who wouldn’t love someone who is dignified, beautiful and approachable?

"But please don't make any noise when she plays later. Because she is my good friend and a little introverted." Yurina added with a smile.

"Of course."

"Of course, we are all good and polite children."

"Yurina I want to be your dog!!!"

The hall was silent for a moment.

"Wait, who just shouted that?"

"not me."

"Not me either."

Yurina responded with a smile. She was also a student, so she naturally understood that it was normal for energetic high school students to have attacks from time to time.

She looked up and scanned the two rows of audience seats. She saw someone trying to hide at the very edge of the second row. She gave the person a meaningful look, then turned and walked towards the stairs, leaving the stage.

The performance officially begins.

A girl with twin ponytails came on stage wearing a pure white shoulder-length dress, holding a saxophone in her arms.

The second row of sofas in the auditorium.

Utsunomiya Shuo was still lying on his back.

Anyone who can be friends with Yurina is naturally not an ordinary person.

Zhuo remembered that the man was from the wind band and was quite famous. This kind of fame was different from Yurina's fame which was only reflected in the "surface". Her fame was earned through hard work.

Won the gold medal in the national competition.

The national competition can be regarded as the highest-level non-professional wind music competition in Japan, and its value is very high.

If you want to participate in the national competition, you must go through the prefectural conference and the regional conference, win the gold medal in both conferences and be selected as a representative before you can move forward.

The difficulty can be imagined.

The song sounded.

Trumpet, cornet, French horn and marching horn, euphonium and baritone horn, tuba, trombone and euphonium, etc., all kinds of musical instruments complement each other, interweaving into moving melodies under the lead of saxophone.

Zhuo was a rough man and he couldn't understand.

Utsunomiya Shuo was still slumped in the chair, hiding himself with his body in a position that was about to slide off the sofa to the ground.

His eyes were fixed on the ceiling of the auditorium.

There was nothing on the ceiling.

"Song of the Sailor and the Sea."

Someone next to me suddenly said.

"What?" Utsunomiya Shuo replied while pretending to watch the performance.

There was no one around them. Most of the audience sat in the first row. Even if there were people sitting in the back row, there was some distance between them. Some were even standing...

But at some point, the humanoid figure suddenly came over and started talking.

Not quite right.

It stands to reason that the first row of seats is more open and can see the entire stage completely... Although the second row is not bad... But this is a small private party, there may be interaction with the stage, and the first row is relatively closer and has some advantages. Why did this guy come here?

Utsunomiya Shuo turned to look at him.

The light was dim, and he could only vaguely see the pair of dreamy, bubble-like eyes. Perhaps because of the dim vision and only the eyes could be seen, Zhuo actually found that the human-shaped Jing's eyes were very charming, yes, charming.

But it looks good.

In Zhuo's subjective impression, he thought the most beautiful eyes should be Ling's. Ling's pupils were aqua blue, like the clear blue sky.

The pupils of the human figure are black, a common color among Asians.

"The name of the song." The doll smiled, "Can I know your name?"

Utsunomiya Zhuo came back to his senses and said, "Utsunomiya Zhuo." "Hello, Utsunomiya-kun. It's a nice name. There is a poem about growing flowers, which says "Zhuo is clear and not coquettish". I like it very much."

I love the lotus because it grows out of mud but remains unstained, washes in the clear water but remains unsightly, is straight inside and outside, has no vines or branches, and its fragrance becomes clearer as it spreads further away, and it stands tall and clean. It can be admired from afar but not played with. -- From the Song Dynasty: Zhou Dunyi's "On the Love of Lotus".

Utsunomiya Shuo was silent for a moment, then said, "Thank you, your name is also very nice. The red bridge on the lake echoes with the painted wheels, the spring water soaks the spring clouds, and the blue glass is smooth and clean without dust. It's a great name."

The sedan chair is carried by people, isn't that how human relationships work?

In short, when you hear someone complimenting you, don't just say thank you, you also have to compliment them back. Zhuo understands this principle.

"Thank you for the compliment. I'm very happy." The human-shaped net formally sat down beside him. He was still wearing women's clothes. When he sat down, he tucked the hem of his skirt under his buttocks, looking very ladylike.

To be honest, Zero would not be like this.

But when I thought that this guy was also a man, I felt a little awkward.

"Can I call you Zhuo Jun?"

The human-shaped Jing picked up the drinks on the table, placed a highball glass in front of himself and Zhuo respectively, and then poured them.

"...Of course you can." Zhuo looked at the orange drink in the goblet in front of him, "Aren't you going to perform later?"

The change of topic is a bit abrupt, and there is no connection between the previous and the next topic.

But it also contains some hints, such as: Why are you sitting in the back row if you are not waiting in the front for the show?

It seems a bit rude.

He did it on purpose.

Firstly, sitting with this boy-girl, Zhuo's aesthetic sense was challenged and he wanted to escape immediately.

Secondly, the humanoids are too enthusiastic.

Zhuo doesn't think he is special in any way. He is the kind of person who would be lost forever if thrown into a crowd.

There are so many handsome men and beautiful women here, why do you have to find him?
The last person to do this was Pompeo Gattuso.

"What are you looking at, Zhuojun?" The humanoid Jing just smiled and was not angry.

"……stage."

In fact, he looked at the food on the table and found that there was no pizza. Even if he called to make a reservation now, the store would not be able to cope with the large number of orders for Christmas. It was a bit regrettable.

"So," asked the humanoid Jing, "are Zhuo-kun and Miss Yamamoto friends?"

"Ah."

"good relationship?"

"good."

Zhuo's tone was a little cold, but it wasn't intentional, it was just that he couldn't help himself.

But it doesn’t matter. We just met by chance and no one knows each other.

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　　That's it (cold face).

　　
　
(End of this chapter)