Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

Hu Tao next to him also said: "I told him that if I close my little black house again, I will bring a grandson back to see him next year."

"Eh..." Several people looked at her silently.

The green light on the other side of the road turned on, and the six of them walked across the street together.

Hu Tao put his hands behind his back and asked curiously: "I heard you talking about bass just now, what are you doing? You want to form a band?"

Furutegawa couldn't help but nodded and said: "It's not about the campus festival, our club is also performing...do you know bass?"

Walnut pondered for a while and said, "Can I use shamisen instead? I can play shamisen."

Furutegawa Shinmi turned his head to look at Xiaotori Yukawu: "Can you?"

"...you can add shamisen, but if you can, I'd better find another bass." Xiaoniao Youhuawu was a little helpless: "There is a famous orchestra called He Instrument Orchestra. They combine traditional instruments with Western instruments. Come on, there are shamisen and bass players.”

"We still need to find Beth!" Kamito Furutegawa looked at the little priest with a broken arm, and shook his head silently.

The patient number is not considered.

The little priest looked at him and said, "I can be the lead singer."

"The lead singer is already there, and there is only one bass missing right now."

"There are five people in our club, right? Who is the lead singer?"

"Don't worry about it, take care of your wounds..." Kamito Furukawa said to Xiaotiaoyou: "It seems that I can only ask the teacher... If it doesn't work, let's rent a bass player."

Xiaoniaoyouhuawu nodded slightly.

Hu Tao next to him blinked, pointed at the little priest and said, "Do you still need a warm up? Let him be the warm up? He can sing, dance, and even rap!"

"But he's a sick man."

"It's okay, it's just a broken arm, and there's no problem with the throat, it's okay to warm up the scene."

"...That's fine."

Six people entered the school and returned to class separately in the corridor of the teaching building.

Furutegawa Kanmi glanced at the clock, and there was still some time before class started, so he put away his schoolbag and sword bag, greeted Xiaotori Yuhanawu, and went to the office together.

In the office of the first grade, Mr. Fujiwara is grinding coffee beans little by little. He has a very stylish life and is a delicate old boy.

"Teacher!" Furutekawa Kamimi greeted.

"The leave note is on the table."

"No, no, no, I didn't come to ask for leave!" Kamito Furukawa looked a little embarrassed, he seemed to have asked for too much leave recently... He said, "Teacher, our club also has to perform at the campus festival, right?"

Mr. Fujiwara walked over with coffee, with the mellow aroma of coffee beans: "That's right, our Spirit Elimination Club has no activities, and it has always been very mysterious. It is the club with the highest demand for demonstrations in the school this year."

"Is there such a thing?" Furutekawa was stunned for a while, and glanced at Xiaotiao Yuhuawu, who was confused.

Teacher Fujiwara took a sip of his coffee and looked at him: "Usually, you can read more about the school's forum."

"Oh..." Furutekawa said, "Teacher, that's just right. I want to form a band and go up and sing."

Mr. Fujiwara paused holding the cup in front of him, put it down, adjusted his glasses, and his face darkened: "Sing in a band? Are you a light music department? No way!"

Furutegawa Shinmi thought for a while and said, "Then let's have two shows. In addition to the club show, we want to sing another song."

Xiao Niao You Hua Wu hid behind him, not daring to speak.

"Apply to the Student Union for reporting on the program!" Mr. Fujiwara was a little displeased with his "doing nothing": "Do you still want me, an old man, to help you run errands?"

"No, no, of course not!" Furutekawa said, "Now we are short of a bass player, and I would like to ask you about it and give us some pointers."

"Bass player?" Mr. Fujiwara asked without answering, "Why do you want to sing? If I remember correctly, you can't even sing the school song?"

"It will be soon!" Furutegawa Kamami corrected a sentence, and continued: "My friend was bullied in the light music department, and now he is retiring from the department. I plan to help him vent his anger."

Teacher Fujiwara looked serious: "Have you been bullied? Furutegawa, leave this kind of matter to the school to deal with, and I will give you a satisfactory explanation. You are not allowed to do it in private, especially you can't, you can't kill people, you know?" He said Lowered his voice.

"Where are you going? What I'm talking about is to defeat the light music department at the campus festival! This is not even a literary battle!" Furude Chuan saw Taiyi and said in awe: "Teacher, I never fight! "

"Really?" Mr. Fujiwara stared at him and said, "Yesterday, the faces of the sophomores and seniors in the light music department were all injured, but they didn't know what to ask, and they were punished for fighting each other..."

"Is this a mental disorder? Teacher, can you help me with the bass player?"

Mr. Fujiwara looked calmly: "After class in the afternoon, I will gather in the club and I will bring a bass."

"Wow! Sensei, you are really amazing!" Kotegawa Kammi praised.

"Now the problem of the bass player has been solved, and then I will rent a set of instruments..." He thought a little bit in his mind, recovered his senses, and said goodbye: "Teacher, I'll leave it to you."

Mr. Fujiwara said lightly: "The bass player will bring his own instrument."

"Well, that's even better."

The two left the office, Furutegawa Kamimi murmured: "Now we have basses and guitars, so we only need to rent an electronic organ and a drum kit, right?"

Xiaoniao Youhuawu nodded and said: "I know where to rent musical instruments is cheap, let's find a time to see it."

"You don't need to find time. Let's go there at noon today, and call Hu Tao by the way."

"Want to add shamisen?"

"No, she is strong enough to carry things together."

"...The musical instrument guild will send it over for us!"

……

……

The weather in the afternoon was worse than in the morning. The sky was covered with dark clouds and flashed with lightning. Although it was not raining, it was already windy.

Sorata had just hung up the phone. He tidied up his desk, carried his schoolbag and guitar, and went to the Exorcism Society behind the school, feeling half apprehensive and half excited.

Although I said very cool things yesterday afternoon, but after thinking about it carefully, it would be more at ease to have a partner on stage together.

He was really scared in his heart. If he was the only one on stage, would he be so nervous that he would tremble all over, unable to play the guitar or sing, and make a big joke... Last night he was worried for most of the night, and in the end he didn't even know when to sleep. I don't remember anything.

He ran to the back of the teaching building, and from a long distance away, he saw the back of Kotegawa Shinmi, his eyes lit up, and his pace quickened a lot.

"Furutegawa!" he yelled.

Furutegawa Shinmi and the group of people standing in front of him all looked over there.

And after Sorata ran to the front in this field, he realized that Furutegawa was not the only one here!

He was startled and said, "So everyone is here!"

No one spoke, and everyone looked at him warmly.

Sorata's scalp felt numb after being watched.

"You came just in time!" Furutegawa Shinmi grinned: "Let me introduce our band members to you first!"

He walked up to the little priest and introduced him enthusiastically: "The little priest is in charge of warming up the stage. He has been a trainee idol student and has rich stage experience. He can sing, dance and rap."

The little priest who was wearing a plaster cast, wearing a bandage, and plaster on his face nodded slightly.

Sora was dumbfounded in this field.

"Eh?"

Furutegawa walked up to Xiaotiaoyou Hanawu, with a big smile on his face: "Xiaotiaoyou is a keyboard player! You know her strength better than me, so you can rest assured!"

Sorata, who was still looking at the little priest in surprise, had no reason to smile on his face: "Would Xiao Niaoyou help me too? Thank you very much!"

"Well, you don't have to be so polite." Xiao Niaoyou was a little embarrassed, but after all, we've known each other for so many years, so it's okay to do a little favor.

Guate Chuan Shenjian cleared his throat and pointed at Hu Tao. The little girl raised her hand to say hello with a smile. , is also enough for us to gain a lot of popularity."

Bai Chuan Walnut gave him a blank look.

"Mascot?" Sora asked ignorantly, "What about the drummer and bass?"

"Leave the drum set to me." Furutegawa Shinmi said modestly, and continued: "The bass player should be coming soon, Mr. Fujiwara introduced it... How is it? Starting a band is not as complicated as you think, right?"

"That's right..." Sorata's palms were sweating, and he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

At this time, Mr. Fujiwara, who was slightly hunchbacked, walked over slowly with his hands behind his back.

Furutekawa's eyes lit up, and he looked behind the teacher, but he didn't see the second person after looking around.

He asked in a daze: "Teacher, where's the bass player? Is the other party unwilling?"

Mr. Fujiwara glanced at him, took the bag from his back, and handed it to Xiaoniaoyou Hanawu: "Xiaoniaoyou, go and connect the cable for me."

"Oh, oh..." Xiaoniao Youhuawu took it in a daze, unzipped the chain of the bag, and opened her eyes wide: "Wow, it's Bess!"

"Huh?" Everyone present asked a question.

With his hands behind his back, Mr. Fujiwara sighed with sadness on his face engraved with the vicissitudes of life: "Time is so fast, it has been almost 40 years..."

Xiao Niao You Hua Wu ran out of the house and handed the bass to him: "The cable has been connected."

"Thank you."

Then, under the sluggish gaze of the crowd, Mr. Fujiwara took out a pair of sunglasses, put them on, then lowered his head, exposing his bald and shiny head, and plucked the strings.

A little desolate, with some sad electronic sound.

Everyone standing next to him was in awe for an instant.

Furutekawa opened his mouth wide, what did he say?He did not understand, but was greatly shocked.

After Fujiwara-sensei casually played for a while, the silent Furutegawa came back to his senses, and introduced to the sluggish-looking Honjo Sorata with a dry smile: "Well, Fujiwara-sensei is the bass player of our band... isn't it? Do well! Such an opportunity doesn’t come along all the time.”

"Yeah, yum!" Sorata Benchang nodded with a cry.

I don't know whether to be nervous or moved...

"It must be the latter, right?" Furutegawa thought to himself.

Chapter 59 Customers come to your door (4300)

The art troupe activities of "Exorcism Club" didn't end until it got dark. In fact, it was not yet five o'clock, but the dark clouds that had been brewing all day above the head could no longer bear it.

Everyone hurriedly broke up and went home, Furutegawa Kamimi was drenched in water.

In fact, he had an umbrella in his schoolbag, but because someone didn't bring an umbrella and was injured, he couldn't get wet... I won't say who it was.