While the underground ‘concert’ is about to begin.

In the corridor.

"Miss Yicheng Temple, this is the underground concert hall you donated to build."

"I'm working, Secretary Haibara."

A group of seven or eight people surrounded a tall woman with dignified makeup and looked about twenty-six or twenty-seven.

The leader was the executive secretary Haibara Kenji, who was responsible for the finance of the Tokai University campus. At this time, he was leading the way to march across the woman called "Miss Ichijangji".

Yamashita Haruto, who has now been promoted to vice president of the student union, is also among the crowd. However, as a student, he is not qualified to speak. He just stood in the last row in the crowd, followed silently, and occasionally arranged for passing students to avoid them.

The woman, known as the Ichihara Miss, had no airs. Even though she had already obtained the position of honorary school director through donations, she was very impressed when facing the introduction of Deacon Haibara and seemed very easy-going.

The group of people flattered each other along the way, and the atmosphere was so happy.

Until, walk to the door of the underground concert hall.

Before the door could be opened, a faint whistling sounded inside, and you could roughly hear the tsunami of the mountains and whistles formed by the gathering of girls.

Haibara Kenji, who was walking in the front, was stunned at first, and then quietly frowned at Haruto at the foot of the mountain, and then turned a wink.

Seeing this, Ai Chengji Aiko raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Chunhu's heart suddenly stumbled.

'Who is asking me for trouble again?!'

Yamashita Haruto, who was forced to make up for the money because the president of Terajima was gone, leaned over slightly, then quickly walked over, preparing to push the door and ask why the underground concert hall, which had not applied for an event, was suddenly used.

But when I was halfway through, I suddenly remembered that I seemed to have signed a proposal for using the concert hall when I was having lunch.

His butt suddenly tightened.

Then he immediately whispered to Kenisthi Haibara: "Secretary Haibara passed a temporary classroom use proposal at noon, and the request was half an hour, and the content was a performance by a student on campus."

"Nothing."

Haibara Kenji pointed at him in front of Miss Ichicheng Temple, which was actually equivalent to a word of protection, and then he apologized to the lady: "Miss Ichicheng Temple, Ichicheng Temple, I'm really sorry..."

"It's okay, Secretary Haibara."

Ai Chengji Aiko's smile was still kind, but her eyes were a little cold: "Donation to this concert hall was originally intended to be opened, and it should be used by students. I didn't choose the right time today."

"Oh, you're so rude."

Haibara Kenji immediately responded to the conversation and wanted to explain, but the lady waved her hand indifferently: "It's just right, we can also listen to it, and it can be considered as checking the construction effect."

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked towards the gate with a smile on his own.

Haibara Kenji looked at her helplessly, and after he got in, he turned his head and whispered to Chunhu Yamashita, "Mr. Yamashita, haven't you said you should check things in advance? Why are you so careless?"

"That young lady is not a good character to share! You..."

Chunhu at the foot of the mountain smiled bitterly when he heard this, and felt sorry for him.

At noon, because Yuki Terajima didn't know where to go, the rest of the business was piled on his desk and forgot about it for a while.

And even the student, who had unknown background, was a difficult person, who was a student.

Haibara Kenji sighed helplessly, and finally had to follow him quickly.

Push open the door gently.

What came to my face was the noise that countless people rushed. Ichichengji Aiko frowned slightly, as if she had only been to a pop singer concert once and had never been to again.

As his eyes looked forward, his pupils unconsciously tightened.

A low voice muttered:

“It looks OK.”

"Wait...this man?"

Out of some slight dissatisfaction as if she was taken first and the attraction she had not noticed, she slowly stepped in and tried to find a place in the front rows.

After just a search, my eyes stayed at the front row where there were several empty seats, and there was only one woman's seat in the middle.

The pupils were frozen for a moment.

A smile appeared on his face.

She is here too?

......

Yuki Terajima sat in a soft seat, but his waist was always straight.

Just simply sitting there gives people a cold aura that is unavailable, leaving her a large area empty.

His eyes were always on the man on the stage.

The ears were filled with waves of sounds like waves, and my brows were faintly frowned, and I had no intention of letting go from beginning to end. The expression that was always plain, so it was probably a bit of emotion that was intertwined with dissatisfaction and irritability.

And this emotion suddenly reached its peak after sitting in the nearby seat.

"Good afternoon, Miss Terajima."

Aiko Ichijo smiled gently and greeted him politely.

"Why are you here?"

Yuki Terajima was stunned when he heard this, turned his head and saw a familiar face that was a little annoying.

"This is the concert hall I donated~"

It seemed that I liked Yuki Terajima's expression that was very unhappy and unable to do it. Miss Ichijoji smiled very cheerfully.

She sat in her position, leaning comfortably on the back of the chair, crossing her legs, and said indifferently:

"Shunting to see others make a fool of themselves."

Hearing this sentence, Yuki Terajima's expression suddenly became cold from his brow just now.

However, she said nothing.

She knew very well the woman's bad character.

At this time, no matter what extra words she said, she would be regarded as the motivation for provocation, and she would stop "just right" until she couldn't help but want to do it.

Seeing Yuki Terajima suppressed his fluctuating emotions, Ichieja Aiko, who raised her high heels and had small feet, tied her long hair in her temples and said in vaguely:

"Sure enough, are the rumors true?"

Ichichengji Aiko muttered in a low voice, and pretended to be intimate and leaned over: "That boy seems to be the one you like, right?"

Yuki Terajima frowned a little more tightly, but he did not deny it, and hummed softly from his nose.

"Um."

"Haha~ Interesting!" Aiko Ichijo let out a slightly exaggerated low laugh, "But he was not very lucky, and I caught up with him."

When Terajima heard this, he lowered his eyes first, then raised it, and glanced at her calmly:

"Don't talk nonsense."

Ichichengji Aiko's smile and playful:

"It depends on his performance~"

He paused and then continued, "It depends on your performance!"

When Terajima heard this, he didn't continue to say anything more, and he didn't seem to care about her jokes.

But she knew very well that as a professional music critic of Aiko Ichichengji, who has been in the music circle for more than ten years, Iori would not want to keep going in this circle if he showed any dissatisfaction.

but......

It doesn't seem to matter.

As compensation, I will support him for the rest of my life.

After conceiving that kind of picture in my mind, Yuki Terajima didn't say a word.

Seeing that she ignored her, Ai Chengji Aiko didn't care much. She stuffed herself into the chair in the most comfortable sitting position and quietly looked at the man on the stage.

She was also very curious,

...a man who can be taken by this unpleasant guy.

Unlike their relaxed attitude, Shiina Iori on the stage felt a sense of ups and downs.

......

"call--"

"suck!"

Under this sudden impact, Shiina Iori, who originally planned to hold a small performance for more than a dozen people, never expected that the style of painting would develop to this extent.

What he unexpected most was of course the appearance of Terajima Yuki.

Even when he sat on the stage, he could clearly feel the sharp gaze that made him look like a ray of light on his back.

"I—Iori—!!!"

I don’t know who organized it, but in the messy voices below the audience, dozens of people suddenly gathered together and shouted loudly.

It made him feel like goosebumps were rising all over his body.

However, the powerful attribute ultimately made him forcefully control his body.

‘Stay.’

‘Have to be steady.’

Shiina Iori comforted herself quietly in her heart.
To be continued...