Roaming Collector

"About the rehearsal repertoire, do you have any arrangements or plans?" After plucking the guitar strings and listening to the sound of the guitar, Asami Iwasawa asked Huazhen.

"You guys brought up the concert?" Hua Zhen, who was sitting on the table, shrugged: "Isn't it up to you to arrange the music?"

"As for my level, I still have self-knowledge." Yan Ze smiled wryly: "Because I want to sing the best and most exciting songs, that's why I ask you for advice."

"The best... the most exciting?" Hua Zhen jumped off the table, walked up to Yan Ze and looked at her: "Do you know why I agreed to this cooperation?"

"Huh?" Iwasawa showed a confused expression.

"Because, for, you!" Pointing at Yan Ze, Hua Zhen said every word.

"Uh..." Yan Ze was a little dumbfounded, and shrank back unconsciously, his expression became a little subtle and awkward: "This..."

"You bastard!" A certain brown guitarist with a single ponytail went crazy: "If you dare to think about whether you should move Yan Ze, I will cripple your third leg!"

Yan Ze himself staggered, Miyuki slammed her head on the table, Bass covered her chest and abdomen with her hands, and almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, as for Hua Zhen...

"Don't tell me if you have the ability to hurt me..." He wiped his cold sweat with black lines all over his head, and looked helplessly at the guitarist who was staring at him like a kitten with fried fur: "Please put your mind on me pure , I am a man with a wife, why are you figuring it out!"

"Eh?" The four girls seemed to be stunned, and the guitarist asked with some uncertainty: "Then what did you mean by that just now?"

"Literally." Stretching out his finger, Huazhen pointed to Asami Iwasawa behind the guitarist: "Because I am somewhat interested in her music."

As he said that, he brushed aside the embarrassed guitarist, faced Yan Ze, and put away his loose posture: "You know? There is never a rehearsal for my singing. I just sing the best when I want to sing. The song you want to sing, compose the most suitable song, play your own mood, there is no fixed melody, there are only two words - improvisation."

"Impromptu?!" Yan Ze showed a startled expression: "The song last time was sung impromptu?"

"You missed the point!" Hua Zhen lowered his head and covered his face: "In my understanding, there is no 'best' or 'most exciting' song, only 'most suitable' and 'most wanted' songs. sing' the song."

Putting down his right hand covering his face, he looked directly into Yan Ze's eyes: "So, the key is not whether the song is wonderful, but the performer, and you! What song do you want to sing?"

"Songs I want to sing?"

"That's right!" Hua Zhen nodded: "The reason why I said that I agreed to this cooperation is because of you. The reason is that at the last concert, I heard your song and your voice, which only belongs to you. .”

"My own... voice?" As if asking and answering himself, Yan Ze's eyes gradually released brilliance: "That's right, what I want to sing, what I should sing, is only my own voice!"

"Hey!" With a slight smile, Hua Zhen stretched out his hand to Yan Ze: "It seems that you 'coincidentally' lack a keyboard player. I hope we can cooperate happily."

Smiling, Yanze shook Huazhen's hand: "Happy cooperation!"

"Okay!" After snapping his fingers, Hua Zhen looked around: "Before we start... except for Miyuki, what are everyone's names?"

"Asami Iwasawa."

"Just call me Sadako." The guitarist smiled sassyly.

"She's called Shiori Sekine." The bass player with long orange hair and a cute baby face smiled mischievously: "Hey, what's your relationship with Miyuki? Why do you just call her by her name? And she seems Not afraid of you at all?"

"That's right!" The guitarist Sadako seemed to have just recovered, and suddenly slapped the table: "You bastard! If you dare to attack Miyuki, I will hit you..."

Covering Sadako's mouth, the timid girl looked like she was about to cry, her face was so red that she was about to steam.

"Huh?" Regarding this, Hua Zhen really didn't know the reason: "Isn't this kind of saying in modern Fusang language not only intimate but also can show the cuteness of the other party?" When she called Yuri-chan, her reaction was also very interesting."

"You bastard..." Asami Iwasawa covered her face, "Are you familiar with me or are you a natural fool?"

"Me?" Hua Zhen pointed to himself, and smiled sassyly: "It's a natural black."

The girls staggered...

"That sentence just now was a joke." Hua Zhen smiled heartily.

Fourth daughter: "..."

Hua Zhen: "Again, is it really wrong to call it what I just said?"

Fourth daughter: "..."

Hua Zhen: "Hey, can you tell me something? What's wrong? That's how Japanese should be said in memory?"

Sadako: "You...you make me complain!"

……

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of gunfire, accompanied by the sound of bullets falling to the ground, constantly echoed under the second connection bridge.The one who practiced shooting under the bridge was the red-haired newcomer in the sss regiment who was in charge of complaining.

As a newbie who has just joined the battle line for a few days, Otonashi still doesn't know much about this small town-sized school.Therefore, the task of searching for the headmaster would naturally not fall on him.

In this way, when he has nothing to do, he will do shooting practice under the second connection bridge.

"Hey, good form!"

Talking to himself, Otonashi changed a magazine.

'Huh?Am I getting a little too involved with them? 'Thinking of this, he couldn't help but stop shooting, but shook his head again, and continued to practice.

' Then again, they don't seem to be as bad as first impressions. '

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

Another box of bullets was emptied, and Otonashi put away the pistol with a smile.

'Angel, it doesn't seem to be as scary as they say.There is always a feeling of alarmism ha~! '

'But what about the one who came on the same day as me? With that in mind, he put away his gun and opened the personal biography of the Devil Emperor, which was handed out to every member of the front line.

'Obviously the emperor more than 800 thousand years ago, why would he use a weapon like a train cannon?And what about his weird abilities?Could it be that he is really a god, and these identities and information are just a fog he set up to cover up his true identity? '

'However, I always feel that something is wrong.If it is really a god, how can it be possible to create such a fog full of loopholes that even a fool would doubt? '

'Devil emperor, angel... and free ion! '

'I always feel that... there are many, many things that need to be clarified...'

'Hey, forget it, I'm just a newcomer, these things should be left to other people to worry about. '

Thinking of this, he returned to the bridge, bought a can of coffee from the vending machine, and temporarily put it in his pocket: "The practice is over! Where should we go shopping now?"

"It seems that the classroom over there hasn't been visited yet, so go and have a look."

As he spoke, he walked towards Building A of the teaching building, and at the same time took out the coffee from his pocket, pulled the tab, and threw it aside.

'There seems to be something wrong with the feel of the pull ring?Has the jar been revised? 'Thinking, he raised the coffee in his hand and put it to his mouth.

'Huh?empty? '

Finally realizing something was wrong, he looked down, and what he held in his hand seemed to be a barrel-shaped high-explosive grenade that kept smoking...

"Oh...shit!"

"boom!"

[System prompt: Victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs, please start again, young hero]