Denmachi Hiroto’s words truly startled Shiori.
As Denmachi Hiroto’s longtime friend, how could he not know how deep Hiroto’s feelings for 2D girls were?
Now, he actually took the initiative to ask for the contact information of a 3D girl.
It was as shocking as being suddenly told one day that the earth would explode in the next second.
Denmachi Hiroto scratched his head a little awkwardly.
“That young lady should be the person who most resembles Rika-chan, so I became interested in her.”
Rika-chan?
Wasn’t that the 2D girl in Denmachi Hiroto’s game just now, the one he called his wife?
Come to think of it, the features of that Rika-chan were also similar to Wan Mie—like that long white hair and delicate face.
If Wan Mie could wear the same uniform as Rika-chan in the game, it would be a perfect match.
Shiori could somewhat understand his friend’s thoughts, but there was no way he would hand over Wan Mie’s contact information to Denmachi Hiroto.
After all, Wan Mie was a genuine Spirit.
If he got involved with Wan Mie and got dragged into their affairs, it might not be a good thing.
“Sorry, that’s the one thing I can’t answer for you.”
Shiori politely rejected Denmachi Hiroto’s request.
Besides, he didn’t know Wan Mie’s contact information either…
“Sigh, all right then, I’ll go back to dating my wife.”
After being refused, Denmachi Hiroto held his game console in both hands and left the group’s sight looking dejected.
Once Denmachi Hiroto had walked far away, Shiori finally turned to Tohka.
“Tohka, did you see a girl with white hair backstage earlier? The one we ran into at the mall before.”
Tohka had just come from backstage, so she should have seen Wan Mie.
However, Tohka shook her head.
“I didn’t see her when I came out. By the way, Shiori, who exactly is that girl?”
“Uh… Just the friend I mentioned earlier.”
Shiori explained simply.
Tohka stared at him suspiciously, feeling strangely bitter inside.
She pouted.
“Really just a friend?”
“Really just a friend.”
Shiori didn’t know why Tohka would ask such a thing, but answered honestly.
Tohka’s expression finally softened.
“That’s good, then. The concert is about to start. Want to watch together?”
“Of course I want to watch, but we have to find her first.”
Once Shinomiya left Wan Mie, her emotions became unstable—like carrying a bomb that could explode at any time.
If something went wrong, the consequences could be serious.
Thinking about this, Shiori couldn’t bring himself to watch any concert.
Although Tohka was simple-minded, she heard the helplessness in Shiori’s tone and didn’t insist, though she felt even more jealous inside.
After saying goodbye to Tohka, Shiori took Shinomiya backstage.
By then, the concert had officially begun.
Miku’s sweet singing drifted through the air like a March breeze, sweeping over the crowd.
Her voice seemed magical—no matter what troubles you had, they would vanish in an instant, making you want to immerse yourself in her song.
The girl’s graceful figure danced on stage, radiating youthful energy and passion that infected everyone present.
In the audience, people swayed to the rhythm, closing their eyes and enjoying the beautiful music.
In just half a year since her debut, Miku Izayoi had already gathered a massive fanbase with her voice alone.
Even Shiori, walking past the stage, couldn’t help but be swept up by the atmosphere.
But his steps did not pause.
Arriving backstage, he kept searching for Shinomiya but couldn’t find her anywhere.
Just as he was about to give up and go elsewhere, a pair of fair, jade-like hands suddenly covered his eyes.
A gentle fragrance filled his nose.
“Guess who I am?”
Shiori gave a wry smile.
“Ayase-san, where did you run off to?”
“You’re no fun at all.”
Wan Mie let go of his eyes, shrugged, and looked at Shinomiya.
“And you, little one, where did you go?”
“Onee-chan… I’m sorry for causing you trouble…”
Shinomiya lowered her head, not daring to meet Wan Mie’s gaze, looking just like a student who’d done something wrong.
Seeing Shinomiya like this, Wan Mie’s heart softened.
She gently patted Shinomiya’s head.
“It’s fine. Next time, remember to hold onto Onee-chan’s hand, okay?”
“Mm…”
Shinomiya nodded.
Seeing the two finally reunited, Shiori decided not to stay.
Earlier, Tohka had wanted to watch the concert with him.
Although she tried to sound casual, Shiori could tell.
He felt that if he didn’t go back soon, something big might happen…
After saying goodbye to Shiori, Wan Mie and Shinomiya found a quieter spot to enjoy Miku’s singing.
Who would have thought that the lively girl on stage was actually a yuri interested in other girls?
And that she was also a Spirit?
The concert lasted a full hour.
It seemed long, but once you lost yourself in the music, it felt like it ended in a flash.
“How was it?”
Wan Mie curiously asked Shinomiya.
Shinomiya answered softly.
“It was… really nice…”
Wan Mie smiled, saying nothing more.
She’d noticed earlier that Shinomiya had become completely absorbed in Miku’s singing.
She had to admit, Miku’s voice was unique and her singing skills were top-notch—truly captivating.
The two didn’t leave the venue, but went backstage to wait for Miku.
Though Wan Mie didn’t want to go to Miku’s Apartment, she had no choice if she wanted to retrieve Shinomiya.
At the same time, Shiori, Origami, and the others arrived backstage to help with cleanup.
“Everyone worked hard today.”
Miku, now dressed in her Ryudanshi Girls’ Academy uniform, smiled at everyone cleaning up backstage.
The Ai, Mai, Mei Trio saw that Miku had finished changing, dropped what they were doing, and rushed over to ask for her autograph.
Meanwhile, Origami and Tohka stood on either side of Shiori, helping tidy up.
“Shiori, should we get an autograph too?”
Tohka asked eagerly.
After listening to the whole concert, she’d become a Miku fan herself.
Seeing the Ai, Mai, Mei Trio ask for autographs, she couldn’t resist her own excitement.
But before Shiori could answer, Origami interrupted.
“Shiori wouldn’t be interested in that sort of thing. If you want to go, go yourself.”
Assigned to a different department than Shiori these days, Origami had been complaining nonstop.
Today, finally able to work together, she was unwilling to waste time on autographs.