80. Junior high school classmates, a special bond
“Well, well …
“Could it be Luo Luo Luo classmate?”
Luo Wei was a little surprised, “I didn’t expect you could still remember me?”
According to the memories left by his predecessor, although he and Goto Ichiri were junior high school classmates.
But the two of them didn’t have much contact.
In fact, Goto Ichiri is worthy of being Pochi-chan. In junior high school, not only did she not have much contact with Luo Wei, but she also didn’t have much contact with any students in the class.
This person is actually very similar to Yoshida Saki.
In junior high school, she didn’t have any friends, and was basically a lonely occulter.
It’s just that the reason why Yoshida Saki didn’t make friends was because she looked too rustic, so no one wanted to play with her.
And Goto Ichiri was completely socially anxious and didn’t dare to talk to anyone.
That’s why she didn’t have any classmates.
But Luo Wei didn’t expect that Goto Ichiri actually knew his name.
“Because… Because… Because…”
“Because?” Luo Wei looked at Goto Ichiri, curious about what he would say.
Goto Ichiri kept poking his index fingers at each other, his eyes moving up and down, left and right, “Because Luo is the only person in junior high school who is willing to talk to me.”
“So… So… So I still remember.”
As soon as these words came out, everyone present felt an inexplicable heaviness in their hearts.
“So humble, Qi.”
Ichichi Hongxia couldn’t help but complain, saying what everyone was thinking.
Luo Wei said: “I remember that I approached you because we were both on duty, and asked if you wanted to stay and take duty together.”
“Besides that, there didn’t seem to be any extra contact between us. I didn’t expect you to remember this sentence until now.”
Ijichi Hongxia couldn’t stand it anymore, and waved her hands and said: “Don’t say any more. If you continue, Pochi-chan will be even more humble.”
On the contrary, Yamada Ryo stared at Luo Wei and said: “I’m curious, if it was just a conversation between the students on duty, why are you still here?”Remember. ”
As soon as these words came out, all the girls present looked at Luo Wei at the same time.
Because in their opinion, the conversation between the students on duty was too ordinary, so ordinary that such things happened every day.
So no one would deliberately remember such things.
Unless…
Luo Wei nodded and confirmed everyone’s thoughts, “Yes, I felt that Goto-san was very cute at the time, so I deliberately found an opportunity to be on duty with Goto-san.”
“In fact, the student on duty that day was not me, I swapped with someone else.”
“Unfortunately, I wanted to talk to Goto-san at the time, but Goto-san didn’t pay much attention to me.”
“I thought I was hated at the time, and I was depressed for a while.”
Ijichi Hongxia said: “This is a misunderstanding. I don’t think Pochi-chan hates you. It’s just because of social phobia that I can’t have normal contact with you. ”
Goto Ichiri nodded frantically.
Luo Wei smiled and said: “In fact, I also found this out later, but at that time everyone had graduated, so there was no way to talk about this misunderstanding.”
This is a lie.
In fact, my predecessor didn’t know that Goto Ichiri was a social phobic at all.
I deliberately contacted him at the beginning, and found that Goto Ichiri ignored me, thinking that I was hated.
So until graduation, I didn’t dare to talk to Goto Ichiri again.
This special fate ended in vain.
The reason why Luo Wei said this was just to comfort Goto Ichiri who looked very nervous, uneasy, worried, and even guilty.
Kitagawa Kaimeng understood the story of the two people and said with a smile: “Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, isn’t it a happy ending? ”
Kita Ikuyo was alert, her inner guard was beeping.
I didn’t expect that Pochi-chan had such a special relationship with her cousin’s friend.
Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, will Luo Wei attack Pochi-chan?
She, Kita Ikuyo, will never allow such a thing to happen.
Whether it’s her cousin or Pochi-chan, she must protect them.
Snap!
Kita Ikuyo clapped her hands fiercely and said loudly: “Since both parties know each other, then Senior Liang, Pochi-chan, Hongxia, let’s go in and practice.”
“Today is our first day of performance, it’s best to rehearse a few times before the performance begins. ”
Ichichi Hongka, Yamada Ryo, and Goto Ichiri thought Kita Ikuyo’s enthusiasm was a little strange, but they thought it made sense and didn’t think much about it.
After saying a few words to Luo Wei and Kitagawa Umi, they hurried to practice in the private room.
The only people left in the bar were Ichichi Hongka’s sister, the manager of Fanxing, Ichichi Hoshika, and the female sound engineer. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)
“Would you like something to drink?”
Compared to her sister, Ichichi Hoshige seemed a bit social, and took the initiative to greet Luo Wei and Kitagawa Umi.
“Please give me a cup of Coke.” Kitagawa Umi thought for a moment, ordered a drink, and then turned to Luo Wei, “Luo Wei, what do you want?”
“Same.”
“Then two cups of Coke, please, trouble you, manager.”
“You’re welcome.” Ichichi Hoshige said, “This is my job.”
After a while, Ichichi Hoshige brought two cups of Coke, Luo Wei and Kitagawa Umige found a place to sit down and waited silently.
Time passed bit by bit.
Not long after, the bar started to open, and more and more people came to the bar.
Under the expectation of everyone, today’s performance officially began.
Generally speaking, performances like this will arrange several teams to warm up the scene to make the atmosphere lively.
The ending band is the team responsible for warming up the bed.
However, when Kitagawa Umi saw the closing band, she could not help but be stunned and dumbfounded.
“Are they really okay?”
The reason why Kitagawa Umi sighed like this was because of Goto Ichiri.
Ijichi Kouka, Yamada Ryo, and Kita Ikuyo were dressed like band members.
Only Goto Ichiri was wearing sportswear and holding a guitar.
He also had a cardboard box on his head.
It was extremely weird. .
