After asking Nijika's opinion, Ishikawa Hayabusa also started calling her directly by name.
No, it should not be considered a request.
"That's annoying. I was just calling you Hayabusa."
That's what Nijika said.
At that time, the two were helping Ishikawa Hayabusa look for textbooks amidst the messy pile of books at a second-hand bookstore in Shimokitazawa.
Only at this moment did Ishikawa Hayabusa have the opportunity to pay a little attention to the two.
The girl who was crouching down and moving the spines of the books in the box to confirm them was Ijichi Nijika.
Her long golden hair is tied to one side with a light fringe in the front, and her red eyes give people a gentle and lively feeling.
She is about 5 feet tall and looks extremely small when she is crouched down. She always has a confident and gentle smile, which makes her look small, but gives people a sense of security and reliability.
She seems like a very nice and kind girl, and Ishikawa Hayabusa really feels that way when he comes into contact with her.
Beside her, the girl with dark blue hair, covering half of one eye, who nonchalantly took out the book and put it back casually, looked like Yamada indifferent and disdainful of everything.
She is a little taller than Nijika. The difference in height and temperament makes her feel completely different from Nijika.
Although they wore the same school uniform, the white shirt and black pleated skirt seemed overwhelmed by her rationality and silence.
This is a neutral and beautiful girl, who has a firm self-awareness of things and does her own thing.
"Guitar...bass...electronic keyboard...electric piano...all mixed together."
Nijika said this with a slight complaint.
"I found."
There was joy in Ryo's calm tone.
The other two people quickly surrounded them.
"Excellent..."
Nijika's happy voice was caught halfway, and she stared at Ryo with dead fish eyes.
I saw Ryo holding a magazine in his hand and said happily.
"Someone collected Shitan Band's debut interview from the Internet..."
After a moment, Ishikawa Hayabusa looked at Ryo, who was calmly searching for a book with a small bag on his head, and felt mixed emotions.
Is that the CP feeling between the drummer and the bassist?
For some reason, I want to offer my blessing for a happy marriage.
Ishikawa Hayabusa felt a little uncomfortable with the silence, but he did not stop working and his eyes remained on the books.
But at the same time he spoke.
"By the way, Nijika and Ryo are very nice people.
Even though it was our first meeting and they didn't even let me officially join the band, they helped me a lot."
"Because it seems like Hayabusa-kun isn't planning on just playing around, he's planning on studying seriously."
Nijika's gaze shifted from the spine of the book and she smiled happily as she spoke.
Ishikawa Hayabusa nodded silently.
"Band." Ryo Soou's calm voice came from behind Nijika.
Nijika looked back and raised her head slightly to think for a moment. When she thought of something, she suddenly showed a dazed expression.
"Didn't I tell you to let Hayabusa join the band?!"
"No way."
A little closer, Ryo's voice was heard.
"F really am, ahahaha..."
Looking at Nijika's silly and strange smile, Ishikawa Hayabusa added an attribute to her in his mind: reckless girl.
But as he thought of this, Nijika's eyes became sharp and he looked at Ishikawa Hayabusa, but he didn't react much.
"Then welcome, Mr. Hayabusa."
She smiled and held out her hand.
Ishikawa Hayabusa smiled and held her slightly rough little hand.
"The pleasure is mine."
When the atmosphere was extremely good, a calm voice suddenly broke the entire atmosphere.
"I found."
Ryo reached out and handed him the book from a distance.
Become a member of the ultimate band!
Ishikawa Hayabusa wanted to play background music to create atmosphere.
Leaves, leaves leaves leaves, leaves leaves leaves leaves
It is like that, but think about it now and it is a little more normal.
The three of them went to the station again.
When Ishikawa Hayabusa was near the station, he didn't pay attention and just walked forward, but he was reminded by Nijika.
"Hayabusa, this way."
He turned around, looked at the station for a moment, and then turned to ask the two people waiting in front of the station.
"Isn't there a specialty store in Shimokitazawa?"
"Well, you need to take the tram to get there."
Ryo said without taking his eyes off his phone.
Ishikawa Hayabusa had a bad idea. Although Japan is not big and has many cities, it seems very easy to travel from one city to another.
But because of that, even though it doesn't seem like a very distant place, it takes a long time to go and come back.
"Leaf?"
He walked up to Ryo and asked.
"Shinjuku."
Ryo took out the map on his phone and showed it to him.
Ishikawa Hayabusa estimated that it would take him almost an hour and a half to accompany him shopping, from the time they left until the time they returned.
He found it hard to imagine anyone spending so much time with a new band member.
Ishikawa Hayabusa took a deep breath, without caring about the audience, bowed and spoke loudly.
"I will remember this kindness forever!"
Ryo put away the phone silently.
"Okay, I get it. I'll make you pay it back."
Nijika had long since become accustomed to Ryo's temperament and could only sigh helplessly.
"We're going to miss the train."
In the evening, Ishikawa Hayabusa returned home carrying a meter-long bag in his left hand and a box in his right hand.
While protecting the new equipment that cost nearly a million yen, he pushed open the door and entered.
When he walked to the entrance, Ishikawa Hibiki heard the noise at the door and came out.
"Brother, you came back too late..."
But when she realized what was in Ishikawa Hayabusa's hand, she blinked blankly and then stomped her white-socked feet angrily.
"Don't bring a dead body home!"
Here, Ishikawa Hayabusa himself proved that his family is very ordinary and not a family of murderers.
What's going on in that idiot girl's head?
After my sister's voice died down, there was a commotion in the kitchen.
Accompanied by the sound of tinkling bells and hurried footsteps, her mother hurriedly walked out and looked worriedly at Ishikawa Hayabusa.
He looked nervously at what was in Ishikawa Hayabusa's hand.
"I believe Falcon is definitely not a bad boy."
Mom, can you please not be so nervous when you say you believe in something?
Ishikawa Hayabusa was a little curious about what kind of image he had in his mind of his mother.
"It's a musical instrument, idiot."
Ishikawa Hayabusa took off his shoes and put on his house slippers. He walked over to his sister, who was still looking at what he had in his hand, and headbutted the idiot sister.
His mother also breathed a sigh of relief. She looked into the kitchen, screamed, and ran back.
Ishikawa Hayabusa also looked into the kitchen and, seeing that there was no one needing help, added what he had not said when he returned.
"Good night, mom."
He turned to look at his sister, who was covering her head and preparing to go back into the living room to watch TV.
"And my stupid sister."
"Hum."
I received a cold snort from my sister and a warm welcome from my mother.
Just as Ishikawa Hayabusa was about to take the synthesizer and speakers back to the room, he glanced at his sister, who was lazily watching TV in the living room with her legs crossed. He felt he had an obligation to give that idle person something to do, so he walked in.
"OK?"
Ishikawa Hibiki looked at her brother walking towards her carrying a human head (speaker) and a headless corpse (keyboard). She immediately became alert and curled up on the sofa, with her little feet tucked in.
"What are you going to do?!"
"Come here to me."
Ishikawa Hayabusa didn't care about the extra weight at all. He just hugged his sister's head and pulled her out.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, Mom, help me! My brother is going to kill me! If I cook again, there will be one less person to eat tonight!!"
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