"Anyway... that's it." Munechika briefly explained the situation over there, and finally drank the wine he had been longing for. He leaned forward slightly, put his elbows on the table, and rested his chin on his palm. "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Nakahara Chuuya breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he didn't think that would happen, when he walked into the room, he also thought about what would happen if Munechika lied to him.

Even though we were only together for a day or so, I have to say that I felt quite comfortable with Munechika. So I started to treat him as a close acquaintance.

It is normal to feel cheated when you find that there is a discrepancy between what you thought you knew and the reality.

After that brief moment, he also did not hesitate and threw such thoughts out of his mind. Not only did he believe it, he also thought that he had no problem recognizing people. At least when facing Munechika, he could still tell that the other party was not good at lying.

So rather than saying that Munechika was deceiving people, it would be better to say that it was something he had not yet understood.

Facts prove this

“No more.” After understanding the social environment there, Nakahara Chuuya felt relieved and picked up his cup. “It’s not easy for you either.”

Munechika pondered and compared: "Not bad? At least there was no fighting in my place."

Nakahara Chuuya was amused by him and said, "Then I'm fine too. At least I don't have to fight against people with special abilities every time." He was not afraid of this.

"Looks like I don't have to sing today." Munechika tilted the wine glass in his hand slightly towards Nakahara Chuuya and said jokingly.

He was a little frightened by the frown on her face when she was talking about business just now.

"If you want to sing, I'd be happy to listen." Nakahara Chuuya dodged the teasing perfectly, raised his hand to clink glasses with him, and said leisurely.

The atmosphere at the dinner table became relaxed, and the two of them got together to discuss wine. Suddenly, Nakahara Chuuya paused noticeably.

Zongjin noticed and looked to the side: "What's wrong?"

"Speaking of which..."

He saw Munechika being translucent in the bar, but he didn't have time to confirm whether he was seeing things.

Nakahara Chuuya did not hesitate for too long and told the truth.

"Really?!" Munechika's eyes lit up immediately, and after the ecstasy, he immediately began to ponder, "Is it because of singing? No... could it be because of the performance..."

But today's street performance has been performed several times, and none of them has been so abnormal.

If you want to know the difference, the first time was not a professional cosplay of Natsume, the second time was not a special disguise, and the third time was different from the first time.

The two versions are very similar, and on the surface the only difference is the song.

And it's translucent...

Come to think of it, the atmosphere in the bar seemed somewhat similar to that of a concert, but he still wanted to confirm the situation when he traveled through time.

After all, this is the first time that a video record of the time travel has been left on the Internet.

Opportunities are rare, so it’s better to take a look.

"Chuuya, do you have any videos of previous concerts?"

He himself definitely doesn't have a computer, so he can only use Hong Kong. He also has a good conscience.

Because he was thinking about something, Munechika himself didn't realize that he naturally called out Nakahara Chuuya's name.

Without waiting for a response, Munechika: "Chuya?"

“…Ah, yes.” Nakahara Chuuya was a little confused, then he came to his senses and replied, “Do you want to go and see it now?”

"Please do it if you can."

"Well," Nakahara Chuuya stood up and drank the wine in the tall glass, "then let's go."

The ochre-haired young man walked very fast. Munechika did not expect him to move so quickly. Just as he stood up, Nakahara Chuuya was almost at the front desk, which made him stunned.

...What's wrong?

Nakahara Chuuya took the card handed back by the front desk, put one hand on his neck, and the warmth of his palm brought coolness to the skin on his neck.

Being called by Munechika in the same voice as his own made him... ahem, feel a mysterious sense of discomfort.

Nakahara Chuuya never paid attention to how his voice sounded when he spoke, nor did he deliberately practice how to speak nicely.

But every time Munechika spoke, he spoke in a very steady and clear voice. It was obviously the same voice, but... he didn't know how to describe it. It was very attractive and it was easy for people to like the owner of the voice.

Is it because of singing?

He didn't stay in this relationship for long.

Munechika caught up with them, and both of them were action-oriented people, so they got in the car and went home.

Nakahara Chuuya returned to the bedroom, took out his laptop, opened the file he had downloaded earlier, and pushed the video and the computer in front of Munechika.

Seeing this video again, Munechika himself didn't feel anything, but Nakahara Chuuya felt like an electric current running through his spine every time he watched it, and he shivered and his hair stood on end.

How should I put it... It felt like I was actually watching myself performing on stage.

Plus, he quite likes this song.

As a member of the audience, I really felt the unique charm of the stage.

This was the first time he watched the show privately without wearing tinted glasses. He was more surprised to see such a dazzling "himself", but at the same time, he could not avoid feeling ashamed. He easily

I could imagine myself standing on that stage. I had a little yearning for such "light", but I knew it would not be appropriate for him.

Rather than letting him go on a performance, Nakahara Chuuya would probably prefer to go on a business trip.

Munechika didn't see it till the end.

His focus was on the front end. In addition to the screen distortion, you could also see him flickering in and out of the video. At the same time, there seemed to be traces of time and space confusion around the stage.

That is to say, apart from the times when he himself was affected by people's wishes, his world was also disturbed for unknown reasons.

Could it be related to the green light before he left?

But these are not important for now.

Munechika scrolled to the front of the video and looked at it again with a blink of an eye.

This is the main reason why he wants to watch this video.

He moved the computer slightly and gave way. Nakahara Chuuya understood what he meant and looked at the video: "It's different. You didn't completely disappear at that time."

"I see."

It was just a guess before, but now he can be sure. Whenever he came over, every time he disappeared from the screen, he disappeared completely.

Then the fact that he became translucent in the bar meant that although he had triggered the critical point, it was not enough.

As for what the key point is... there are many candidates.

"Thank you," Munechika turned off the video, stepped back from the computer, and asked Nakahara Chuuya, "Do you remember when I became translucent?"

Nakahara Chuuya recalled and read the lyrics to him: "It seems like in the flood of joy... that part."

At that time?

Munechika recalled that he was singing with great enthusiasm, and the wide beret was indeed a hindrance, blocking his vision when he lowered his head. In addition, he was singing too enthusiastically, so he took off the beret without thinking much.

So, let’s compare the three performances.

The first time was not of reference value and was ignored. The last time he traveled back, he felt that it had nothing to do with the song. The difference between the second and third time was not only the song, but also the atmosphere of the venue and the dress.

As to why it is not the wish of the audience.

Munechika could see clearly from the stage that although the audience was enthusiastic, their emotions were always kept at a moderate level, unlike when he cosplayed in his own world, and some fans were so excited that they almost fainted. This probably means that his near disappearance this time had little to do with people's wishes.

He also couldn't imagine what an audience of a makeshift performance could expect of him.

Maybe.

If he gives it one more chance, he’ll be able to find a way to leave.