Chapter 106 Opening
In Yokohama of a certain world, a group of ordinary people are partying, and a group of people who know the situation are in a terrifying silence.
"Is this Dazai Osamu's younger brother?" The black-haired man stood in front of a poster, pointing at the person standing on the right and asked a sincere question.
The girl in the modified nurse uniform rolled her eyes at him, "I'm Dazai Osamu's sister!"
Mori Ogai raised his index finger and said, "Shh, Alice, don't say such horrible things."
After saying that, he looked at the poster and couldn't help taking a photo of it, circled Tsushima Shuji on the right, and sent it to the current leader of the port mafia who was reviewing official documents.
Port Mafia, boss' office.
Dazai Osamu put the approved documents aside and did not look at his phone whose screen lit up after receiving the message. Even if he didn't think about it, he knew what the content would be.
In fact, Nakahara Nakaya just came to ask him about this matter, "What is the relationship between Tsushima Shuji and you?"
How should Dazai Osamu answer? This is really a bit embarrassing.
The look of disbelief and suspicion on the face of a little dwarf was indeed pleasant, but it was not enough to make Dazai Osamu waste his time making up a story.
You mean your younger brother?
It's a bit disgusting.
He sent the man away to do his job with just a few words. After all, he was the leader, and if he didn't say anything, Zhongyuan Zhongye couldn't beat him.
Even though Zhong Yuanzhong knew that he was just being perfunctory, he could only retreat as ordered.
But he did not get no information at all. It was obvious that Tsushima Shuji was related to Dazai Osamu.
Nakahara Chuuya originally guessed that it was his younger brother, but looking at Dazai Osamu's expression just now, it didn't seem like that. Apart from this identity, he really couldn't think of any other reasonable one.
"Chuya."
Nakahara Chuuya put away his pensive expression, turned around and said with a smile: "Sister Hongye."
"After all this hard work, I'm finally back. Come sit here with me."
"good."
The two came to Ozaki Kouye's office. Ozaki Kouye sat down elegantly, and Nakahara Chuuya sat down on the other side of the tea table.
Before Nakahara Chuuya could say anything, Ozaki Kouye took out her cell phone and opened a video.
Nakahara Chuuya looked straight at the smiling face. The moving video was more impactful than the poster. He subconsciously turned his head and covered his eyes.
Ozaki Kouye covered her mouth and chuckled. She used one hand to straighten Nakahara Chuuya, "You should have seen this face, right? This face is everywhere in Yokohama now. When you went to the leader's office just now, did he say anything to you?"
When this matter was mentioned, Zhong Yuanzhong wanted to frown, "He didn't say anything, but judging from his performance, the two people are indeed related."
Ozaki Hongye tapped her phone: "Would you like to watch it together?"
Nakahara Chuuya really didn't want to watch it, but when he saw Ozaki Kouyo's smiling face, he swallowed his words.
The video is actually very simple. The guy named Shuji Tsushima and four other teammates are sitting on the sofa and answering some questions from the media.
Q: Why didn’t the company let you show your face before?
Shuji Tsushima: Because I feel that daily life and studies are more important, I am worried that it will affect our lives.
The media asked several questions that the public wants to know now, such as "Why did you agree to show your face now? Is it because you are going to have a concert or for other reasons?", "Do you think this will affect your development?", and then started asking about matters related to the concert.
When Nakahara Chuuya heard the word eclipse in the interview, he was shocked.
Ozaki Momiji poured herself a cup of tea, "Chuuya should be very familiar with them. Don't you often listen to their songs?"
"That's right, but I usually look for songs based on the name Eclipse and don't pay attention to the names of the band members at all." Nakahara Chuuya pressed the sun xue.
"Tsushima Shuji's voice is very similar to Dazai Osamu's." Ozaki Koyo also listens to their songs to relax. To be precise, there are few people who have not heard their songs, and their popularity and singing degree are almost unmatched in contemporary times.
"I have heard it, but it didn't affect me much." When he first discovered this, Nakahara Chuuya struggled for a long time, but in the end he couldn't resist his love for the song. He is a semi-loyal fan of this group. Due to work reasons, he can't pay attention to it all the time, but he spends a lot of money and buys albums in boxes.
He couldn't help but ask: "Sister Hongye, aren't you surprised?"
Ozaki Koba was not surprised, she was shocked. When she saw that face, she almost thought that Dazai Osamu had finally gone crazy and posted his artistic photos all over the street. But she had to maintain her image in front of the younger generation, so she smiled and said nothing.
Ozaki Koha rummaged in her sleeves, pinched two concert tickets between her two fingers and waved them in front of Nakahara Chuuya.
Made of ice white pearlescent paper, it is covered with a PVC protective card holder. If you purchase an electronic ticket and apply to the official website, a paper version of the commemorative ticket will be mailed to you, which is one of the benefits for fans.
"How about we go to the concert together in a couple of days? I spent a lot of effort to get three tickets. I've already given one to Dun."
He is so talented that he actually got three of them.
Nakahara Chuuya was moved. Listening to it through music equipment is not as enjoyable as listening to it live.
In fact, it’s not a big problem. He can just cover his eyes and watch it, and it won’t be too awkward.
Nakahara Chuuya kept convincing himself and then took the ticket.
Ozaki Hongye: "I bought it using your identity. You can see it when you log into the ticket purchasing app later."
"Thank you, Sister Hongye." Nakahara Chuuya smiled.
"You're welcome."
Oda Sakunosuke handed over the water cup and looked at Akutagawa Ryunosuke who looked puzzled. "What's wrong? I saw that you looked unhappy when I came back."
"The streets are full of ghosts." Akutagawa Ryunosuke said with a gloomy face.
Oda Sakunosuke:?
The first concert was held in Tokyo.
The crowds at the venue made Nakahara Chuuya feel a little uncomfortable, but what made him most uncomfortable was the person next to him wearing a mask. If it were yesterday, he would never have thought that Dazai Osamu would come to the concert with him.
"Shou, ah, Dazai, don't be too far away from me." Nakahara Chuuya came to listen to a concert and really didn't want to encounter an assassination incident in the middle of it.
"It'll be okay." Dazai glanced at him, "Relax."
There is a certain existence that will not allow irrelevant guys to disturb this concert.
"That's easy to say." Nakahara Chuuya rolled his eyes in his heart and winked at Akutagawa Gin on the other side, asking her to pay attention as well.
Dazai Osamu was still wearing a black coat, but he took off his red scarf and bandages. He put on a mask to avoid attracting attention to his face.
"Let's go, it's time." Ozaki Koye reminded.
Nakajima Atsushi followed closely behind, and he was the one with the most nervousness.
They took the VIP channel, which made it easier to enter.
The temperaments of these five people are different from those of ordinary people. They are exceptionally outstanding, and those sitting next to them can't help but take a glance at them.
The staff would distribute cheering sticks, and when it was their turn, the hands that handed them out hesitated for two seconds.
The quality of the cheering sticks is very good, but they just don’t match the aura of some people.
Dazai Osamu tried to turn on the cheering stick, and the light changed color every two seconds, and the cheering colors of the five people appeared in turn.
Nakahara Chuuya looked at his colorful face, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he tried not to laugh.
"You have to do the same later." Dazai Osamu turned off the light of the cheering stick to remind someone who was disrespecting the leader.
Nakahara Chuuya has never been to a live concert, so it is a new experience for him. "You'd better open your mouth when you sing in the chorus."
Speaking of this, Nakahara Naka couldn't help but imagine the scene of Dazai Osamu being intoxicated by the singing and nodding his head with a group of fans.
Nakahara Chuuya patted his head gently to interrupt his terrible fantasy.
By the way, can Dazai Osamu sing?
I don’t know whether Dazai Osamu can sing, but Tsushima Shuji can definitely sing.
When the lights changed, everyone knew that the concert was about to begin.
The lights suddenly went out, and all the noise, clamor, and excitement were instantly swallowed up by the thick ink. The world seemed to have been paused, leaving only a huge, heart-pounding silence.
Countless cheering sticks dotted around and then connected to form a sea of lights.
In the silent darkness, several different soft humming sounds were heard.
Nakahara Chuuya subconsciously followed the source of the sound and found that the sound actually came from above.
Five thrones made of silver-grey gears slowly descended from the sky. The device pulling the thrones was very concealed, so that when people present saw it, their heartbeats accelerated due to the height.
The lights shone on the person on the throne, with different postures, but all of them were extremely relaxed. Holding the microphone, he lowered his head slightly, so his expression could not be seen clearly. The large screens also showed incomplete faces from various angles, but one could already see his superior appearance, half-hidden, which made people curious and stared with wide eyes.
At the beginning of the song, there is no passionate shouting, but an ethereal, melodious humming, but it instantly draws everyone into the artistic conception created by the singer.
The barely audible sound of gears turning in the background, similar to the electronic sound effects of amplified heartbeats, forms a wonderful harmonious blend with the pure humming, giving the listeners the feeling of listening to the throbbing of fate singing softly.
A good singer can allow the audience to put aside all distractions, forget about worldly things, and immerse themselves completely in the world created by their voice.
At least Nakahara Chuuya's attention at this moment is not at all on the familiar face on the big screen. It is just like when he listened to their songs in the past, his heart and brain were taken away from him, and his beating and thinking revolved around the singing.
The gear throne seemed to be descending slowly, but in fact it landed on the stage not long after, forming a V-shape. The brown-haired boy who stood out in the middle was the first to come down, and the others followed closely behind, steadily. Everyone could hear the crisp "click" sound that was deliberately amplified.
The last note rolled down like a broken string of pearls, but the lingering sound did not disappear. The sound of the music suddenly changed, becoming more rapid, and the low and powerful sound of gear meshing gave people a sense of the future.
Everyone was suppressing themselves, with surging emotions stuck in their hearts and throats, waiting for the right moment to let it all out.
It’s not over yet, the grand carnival has just begun.
A shocking enough opening.
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