At the lowest temperature in the middle of the night, Munechika woke up suddenly.

The whole room was illuminated by the moonlight coming in from the window. The cold tones made him curl up in his quilt, feeling even colder.

Someone was hired to clean Chuuya's guest room during the day.

Since the host's guest room was habitable, it was impossible for him to sleep in the master bedroom, so Munechika slept in the guest room.

He is quite afraid of loneliness, so he usually likes to stay in the crowd.

Munechika could do without sleep, but he still has the habit of sleeping.

With someone he trusts or in an environment he trusts, he can sleep peacefully until he wants to wake up. But if he is in an unfamiliar environment, he will always wake up like this for unknown reasons.

This is probably why it is said that sleeping on the sofa in Chuuya's room might be more pleasant than sleeping on this bed.

Closing your eyes will result in a clearer mind.

“…”

Forget it, I won’t sleep anymore.

He sat up, smoothed his loose hair, exhaled, and got out of bed.

Taking a walk, practicing, singing, Munechika had many ways to calm himself down. He was about to take the key and go out to choose one of the three, but when he approached his door, he heard the faint sound of drums.

"?"

Munechika was stunned and put his ear close to the door.

Well, he could hear a little, but it was faint and not as clear as when he was standing.

The guest room is right next to the master bedroom, with the doors basically next to each other and a wall separating the rooms.

Munechika stood up and moved closer to the wall beside the door.

Boom, boom, boom…

I can also vaguely hear fragmented and indistinct human voices.

Why are you playing music in your room so late at night? With this question in mind, Munechika quietly opened the door.

PS: The micro-control gravity ability is really useful, highly recommended.

With this layout, the wall's soundproofing is better than the door's, so you can basically hear what song is playing inside just by getting close to Nakahara Chuuya's door.

“Kimi no Naka ni so… ahem…” It sounded like I couldn’t sing anymore and I was choking.

The music stopped and a low voice of the original version of the song was played. It was probably the one that Munechika sang at the bar last night.

Afterwards, only the prelude of the accompaniment sounded again.

That youthful singing voice brought back memories of when Sochin first started learning vocal music in elementary school. He could sing up to 800 kilometres away and thought he sang well. But to say he sang well was an understatement. At that time he thought he was the best singer in the world and for a while he sang in his room every day.

Ishigami Senku said nothing

I recorded his singing and gave it to him as a birthday gift on the year he signed a contract with the entertainment company, saying it was a precious treasure from his childhood.

After hearing this, Munechika almost cried. It was too unpleasant.

His brother is really gentle. You know, they always slept in the same room in elementary school. Basically, Ishigami Senku was lying there doing experiments, and Munechika was singing happily beside him.

Except for the fact that the experiments could not be affected by sound waves, Ishigami Senku never called for a stop.

So a few years later, Munechika realized that he had destroyed his brother's ears for so long, and he felt very guilty.

To be honest, he guessed that Nakahara Chuuya was secretly singing inside. Munechika had not originally intended to open the door and go in. After all, the scene was so real that he felt dizzy with shame when he put himself in her shoes. But after listening to a few words from outside, he couldn't help but knocked on the door twice.

My dear, let's sing as we please, don't strain your throat! It's very harmful!

Very good, I guess the music covered it up, so there was no movement.

Munechika was silent for half a second, then turned the door handle and pushed the door open.

sorry.

It happened that Nakahara Chuuya turned off the music, cleared his throat a little uncomfortably, and murmured softly: "Why is it different..."

When he heard the door open, the hairs on Nakahara Chuuya's back stood up and he turned around immediately.

Silence, silence is the bridge of helplessness tonight.

With a glimmer of hope, Nakahara Chuuya blocked the computer screen. If you didn't look at the blush on his face and the fact that he didn't know what to do with his hands and feet, he would look quite normal at first glance: "It's only three o'clock now, why are you awake?"

Do you also know it's three o'clock?

Munechika's gaze involuntarily fell on the table behind Nakahara Chuuya. He was curious whether Nakahara Chuuya got up in the middle of the night to sing or whether he had not slept yet.

But because of his action, Nakahara Chuuya misunderstood. Even though he was embarrassed, he still looked apologetic, turned his face to the side and slid his fingertips across the skin of his cheeks twice, not trying to cover it up: "Sorry... did I disturb you?"

"No, no, I woke up on my own." Munechika came back to his senses and walked into the room. He walked closer and pointed at Nakahara Chuuya's throat. "If you keep singing like this, your throat will hurt. It will hurt your throat. Did you do some throat warming exercises before singing?"

There was no need to wait for an answer. Just by looking at the confused expression on Nakahara Chuuya's face, you could tell that he didn't even know what vocal training was.

"..." Munechika was silent, but he didn't seem surprised at all. He rubbed his long hair and said, "I'll get some warm water, so you can moisten your throat... Are you still going to sing? If you don't want to sleep now, I'll teach you if you keep singing."

The music was a bit intoxicating, Nakahara felt like he couldn't sleep and wanted to sing.

: “…Please.”

The room was brightly lit. The two sat at the table with two cups of warm water on it. Munechika first wrote all the lyrics on a piece of paper. Since he had no tools, he cleared his throat and asked Nakahara Chuuya to follow his voice as best as possible. He also talked about the feelings that should be had when singing and helped him find the power point for singing.

Later I found that without the scale, inaccurate pitch would be a problem, and people might be too embarrassed to sing freely.

"...Don't be shy. There's nothing to be shy about. It's like this when you start singing." Munechika comforted him.

Of course, he himself has no idea what he is doing. No matter how well he sings, he just dares to sing. It all depends on his courage:).

Nakahara Chuuya took a deep breath and nodded solemnly.

Two hours later, the sky outside the window was already dawning, but it was blocked by the curtains and only some light could be seen through the gaps. Sochin took the initiative to call a halt.

"Okay, let's try it one last time." Zongjin clicked on the recording.

Since Nakahara Chuuya didn't really need to sing many songs, after knowing that he particularly liked this song Moment of Love, Munechika simply helped him warm up his voice and then started to sing the correct pitch one sentence at a time, and learned five sentences in two hours.

For a beginner, this rate of progress is already quite good.

The reason for calling a halt was that Nakahara Chuuya's voice could not sustain if he continued singing, and according to Munechika's experience, he had almost reached his limit after singing the last time. If he continued singing, he would be out of tune, not because he couldn't find the right pitch, but because his vocal cords would be so tired that they would tremble after crossing the line.

He played the accompaniment. Nakahara Chuuya had been shy in the beginning when singing in front of people, but now he was fully focused, paying all his attention to the tone, breathing and pronunciation of the words.

"Great!" Munechika applauded and played the recording for Nakahara Chuuya.

After hearing this, Nakahara Chuuya breathed a sigh of relief, with joy in his eyes.

"Don't speak too hard or too loudly today. You may have strained your voice a little from singing earlier. Although it will heal after two days of sleep, you still need to be careful."

"Okay." Nakahara Chuuya stood up, and only then did Munechika notice his clothes from the lesson. He was wearing a vest shirt under his suit jacket.

Munechika paused while putting away his things: "...Are you still awake?"

"Well... I received a message in the evening and went to the interrogation room. Now I'm going to sleep." Nakahara Chuuya yawned, his eyes misty. He opened the closet, grabbed a piece of clothing, and walked into the bathroom.

Munechika helped him save the recording, turned off the computer, and was about to leave the room when he heard a "bang" outside the window.

...what?

He stared at the direction of the sound for a second, thinking that something might have fallen from the upstairs and hit the window. Just as he was about to leave, he heard another "bang".

sough.

Accompanied by the rustling of leaves in the wind, "boom".

It was already dawn outside, and Munechika finally couldn't help but walk over and open the curtains.