The "small bird" bar.
Translated, it's Little Bird Bar.
Abbreviated, it's SB Bar.
Both the translated name and the abbreviation give a rather... novel yet familiar feeling.
Although Nanao Akane's previous life was quite fulfilling—compared to "Xiaolin Village."
However, for ordinary high school students, a bar is an absolute "forbidden zone" for casual gatherings or hanging out with classmates and friends, who at most go to places like KTVs.
The flickering lights and noisy music made her somewhat uncomfortable, and the guests howling around her also made her frown.
"Drink! Whoever gets drunk first is a dog!"
"...So! She just ran off with her boss like that, damn it! Is it just because her boss is rich, handsome, good in bed, and gentle? Besides all that, I also have qualities that are not inferior to my boss!...Like, for example, kindness?"
"Hahahahahaha *hiccup*, *pfft*. Actually, I've been wondering for a long time, since Hitler killed the Nazi leader during World War II, why can't he be considered an anti-fascist fighter?"
"I'm telling you, that girl at our ten o'clock position will definitely get drunk later, and then we'll be the first to pick her up~~ It'll be easy."
"Hey, hey, hey, look over there, a new face has arrived, wow, so beautiful...and, her figure is amazing, should we go hit on her?"
Nanao Akane then heard voices discussing her amidst the noise; she clutched Hayato's clothes, her steps following even more closely, almost pressing her chest against Hayato's back.
"She clearly has a boyfriend, be careful not to get beaten up."
"Wow, uh, let me see...Damn, so handsome!...No, this pretty boy's skill points are all on his face, he clearly can't take a hit, I only need a few words to make him surrender...He's just a weakling, a weakling."
Nanao Akane:?
It was bad enough that they were discussing her, but she didn't expect them to slander Kobayashi-chan as well.
Nanao Akane couldn't tolerate this.
While clutching Hayato's clothes pitifully, she turned her head and glared murderously towards the source of the voice.
But with just one glare, Hachisuka Hidemichi's reminder of "Come over here" made Hayato pull her to the side.
The dizzying lights here made Nanao Akane lose her bearings for a moment, and she immediately couldn't tell where that voice came from.
On the other side.
"Hey, she just looked at me, right? She was looking at me, right?"
"...Uh, maybe?"
"I knew that kind of beanpole definitely couldn't satisfy such a beauty, *chug, chug, chug*...Watch me go hit on her later, if that beanpole dares to stop me...*chug, chug, chug*, I'll definitely make him pay...*chug, chug, chug* *hiccup*, today is truly my lucky day..."
Hachisuka Hidemichi aside for now.
Kurashiki Reina's trio of sisters also frequently visited this bar, and under the bartender's guidance, they easily found a seat at the very edge.
"This seat is my exclusive one." Hachisuka Hidemichi deliberately showed off: "It's a VIP seat, it's always reserved no matter how many people are in the bar. Don't let its location at the edge fool you, it's not easy to find such a quiet spot in this bar. Reina prefers a quieter place, right?"
After he asked, the first person to chime in was Follower Number One.
"Amazing, Hachiya-kun!"
Hayato carefully examined the seat; it was not far from the bar and offered a good view of the performance stage, indeed a good spot.
He smiled slightly and said admiringly, "Where's the food?"
Hachisuka Hidemichi:...
I bring you to this high-end bar, and the first thing you're thinking about is your food!?
"It should still be on its way." Hachisuka Hidemichi's eye twitched.
"Oh, I see..." Hayato lowered his gaze in disappointment, then smiled generously: "Haha, it's fine, after all, it was a very urgent call."
"Hmph, I thought with your influence, your subordinates would surely follow your orders immediately, but I didn't expect to still have to wait?" ← Hachisuka Hidemichi read this sentiment from Hayato's brief words of comfort.
Hachisuka Hidemichi:...
How could he tolerate that!?
"Hey! Hurry up and bring me the food I ordered! Are you dragging your feet because you don't want to work here anymore!?" Hachisuka Hidemichi roared into his phone.
After scolding, he immediately reined in his anger and said kindly to Hayato, "Don't worry, Hayato-kun, it'll be fast, really fast this time."
"Mm, that's good." Hayato smiled, speaking in a tone that implied, "Then I'll give you one more chance."
Upon hearing this reply, Hachisuka Hidemichi let out a long sigh of relief.
Then his eyes flickered... Hmm? Why did something feel off?
How did he become the subordinate?
Hachisuka Hidemichi immediately looked at Hayato with an unfriendly gaze, but the latter ignored him and instead asked Nanao Akane, who was sitting next to him:
"What would you like to drink? Mr. Bee Arrow is treating us this time, so remember to thank him after you order."
...Perhaps I was overthinking it. Hachisuka Hidemichi composed himself, thinking to himself that although this guy was annoying, he probably wasn't doing it on purpose this time.
Several minors ordered non-alcoholic beverages, with only Hachisuka Hidemichi ordering a glass of foreign liquor.
Hayato could drink; he had drunk countless times with Aiya Yayoi when they were together, even trying the seaweed wine game. But in this situation, it was better not to touch it.
As they were waiting for the bartender to serve their drinks, someone suddenly walked over, propping his arm on the nearby wall, and said in a slightly hoarse voice:
"Yo, Xiudao, you're here, huh… Yi? Who are these two? Newbies?"
Hayato and Nanao Akane looked up in response.
The person who came was...
Well, regardless of his appearance, that thick, almost bulletproof hairstyle, which nearly covered his entire eyes, was enough to make one's spirits perk up.
It was also dyed half silver and half yellow, emphasizing a rebellious personality.
As for his attire, although the bar had air conditioning, his studded leather jacket was quite eye-catching, and his high-top leather boots even reached his calves.
Around his neck, he wore a gleaming...iron chain?
His clothing was particularly rugged, giving off a late 19th-century American Western vibe, but in reality, his shoulders were narrow, and he wasn't tall or imposing, making him perfectly incompatible with this Western style.
To put it nicely, it's called visual kei.
To put it harshly, it's...
A non-mainstream, urban-rural fringe punk.
Miyajima Tsubaki's taste, compared to his, would be considered a fashion trendsetter.
Hayato and Nanao Akane exchanged glances.
Both saw a look of "impressive, impressive" in the other's eyes.
"Oh, Sura, this is Hayato-kun, the one I told you about on the phone, who wants to try performing." Hachisuka Hidemichi introduced him, "And Hayato-kun, this is Kouzen Sura, the bar's resident singer."
Upon hearing this, the punk named "Kouzen Sura" immediately looked down at Hayato, who was sitting on the sofa, and curled his lips in disdain:
"Who are you? Here to challenge? Heh, then I'll tell you, who is the king of this bar!!"
Kouzen Sura was quite arrogant; after speaking, he leaned back as much as possible, looking at people with his nose.
Hayato thought for a moment, then replied with a smile:
"?????..."
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