Chapter 452: I Want to Have Your Baby!
As Yukino and the others exited the stage, the lights dimmed once again.
Watching Minami return to the stage, everyone thought the closing ceremony of the cultural festival was about to begin.
Standing among the crowd, Komachi murmured to herself, "Is it over? I wonder if Onii-chan's job went smoothly."
But the next moment, her eyes widened in disbelief.
"Huh? Onii-chan?!"
Suddenly, a beam of light illuminated the stage again, revealing Hachiman dressed in a white suit with a black tie, standing under the spotlight.
Seeing Hachiman appear on stage, even Saeko and the others scattered throughout the gymnasium couldn't help but express their surprise...
"Huh, Hikigaya-san? How did he get on stage?"
"It's really him. He's usually just casually handsome, but dressed up like this, he's surprisingly dashing."
"Could it be? I didn't expect that quiet Hikigaya-san to look this handsome after dressing up. He's almost on par with Hayama-kun."
"Ah, if only I had talked to him more often, maybe something would have happened."
"..."
Ultimately, it's a superficial world. Seeing Hachiman looking so handsome after changing his clothes, many girls couldn't help but have impure thoughts.
But Hachiman surely couldn't guess any of this, just walking towards the piano.
As he moved, the spotlight above him followed.
Soon, Hachiman reached the piano and took a seat.
At that moment, the spotlights focused on him and the piano, illuminating them both.
Seeing this scene, Komachi was amazed.
"Onii-chan can play the piano?!"
Even as his sister, they didn't have a piano at home, and she had never seen Hachiman play or practice the piano before.
But no matter how surprised she was, the fact was right in front of her. Hachiman now clearly looked like he was going to play the piano.
...
In life, people often find themselves repeating the same things.
Whether it's cooking, kendo, or the mundane tasks of daily life, mastery requires extensive repetition to develop muscle memory.
Even playing the piano is no exception.
Regardless of whether one is ordinary or a prodigy, success requires a great deal of repetitive practice.
Unfortunately, Hachiman is a slacker.
All he needs to do is load the module, and even without doing anything, his proficiency naturally increases.
Now, seated behind the piano, as his fingers descend, the tranquil sound of the piano resonates throughout the stadium.
With Hachiman's fingers dancing gracefully on the keys, the enchanting and lively melody pours forth from his fingertips, like a babbling brook flowing through the hearts of every audience member, leaving them entranced.
The entire stadium is silent, not a peep to be heard, because the melody is simply too beautiful.
Whether it's the melody or the rhythm, everything is flawless, as if the world's top pianist has taken the stage, capable of instantly impregnating one's ears with its beauty.
The sound of the piano is like a butterfly spreading its wings, fluttering gracefully, its clear and bright notes dancing through the hearts of the audience, as if a clear stream flows through their souls, brushing against their hearts.
Hachiman's hands continue to dance across the keys, occasionally engaging in a crossover play.
The tempo gradually quickens, like a fast-paced dance, and scenes of young men and women gathering to sing and dance together seem to appear before the audience's eyes.
In the next moment, the once cheerful rhythm of the piano slows down.
The melodious and graceful notes are like a gentle breeze, soft and tranquil, occasionally interspersed with cheerful tunes, soothing the hearts of the audience after the fast-paced rhythm.
But soon, the rhythm of the piano accelerates once again, even faster than before.
Hachiman's hands are a blur on the keys, the compact rhythm firmly capturing the hearts of the audience once more.
...
Music knows no boundaries; good music can transcend language barriers and immerse people in its beauty.
Clearly, Hachiman has achieved this now.
His masterful performance skill is simply irresistible, captivating the audience and immersing them in the environment constructed by the music, making it impossible for them to break free.
So much so that it wasn't until a full minute after the end of the piece that someone came to their senses and burst into applause.
The applause startled those nearby, who, without hesitation, joined in with enthusiastic clapping.
As the applause resounded, the audience began to discuss animatedly.
"That was incredible! My ears feel pregnant with delight."
"I can't believe we have a piano maestro like this in our school."
"Wait a minute, why do I feel like I've seen this student somewhere before?"
"Oh, I remember now! Wasn't he the one who led our school's kendo club to victory in the Kendo Competition last year?"
"You mean the one who became a sword master on the battlefield, Hachiman Hikigaya, or was known as One Strike Shura?"
"That's him! Not only kendo, but he's also a master pianist?"
"Damn, he's just too good! How come he's so talented even in playing the piano?"
...
As the girls in the crowd heard the discussions around them, a hint of indescribable pride crept onto their faces. Even Yukino felt the same.
"Hikki, you're amazing."
Yui clapped her hands enthusiastically while gazing at Hachiman under the spotlight with sparkling eyes.
On the other hand, Yumiko made a soft grunt, "Hmph, not bad at all."
Although she said so, her eyes shimmered with the same captivating radiance as Yui's.
Taking his hands off the slightly warm piano keys, Hachiman let out a sigh.
Since loading the Piano module, this was the first time he had officially used it, and it was in front of such a large audience.
Luckily, his maxed-out Physique module allowed him perfect control over every muscle in his body, and the nearly maxed-out Learning module gave him an innate buff of photographic memory. Combined with the almost maxed-out Piano module, he could perfectly perform this piece, "Islamey."
Standing up, Hachiman adjusted his slightly tight collar.
However, with his handsome appearance and the perfect piano piece he just played, even this simple gesture attracted another wave of female fans.
For instance, a bold girl shouted out, "I want to have your babies!"
Hearing this, Hachiman nearly slipped and fell.
Are girls nowadays this assertive?
But whatever, I have plenty of girls already. Even if we talk about having babies, it's not going to be your turn.
Just as he was about to leave the stage, Hachiman saw Meguri, who was serving as the emcee, running up to the stage.
As Hachiman wondered what Meguri was doing, she stopped in front of him.
"Hikigaya-san, don't be in such a hurry to leave."
"But my performance is already done," Hachiman said, puzzled.
"Even if it's done, you can still play another piece," Meguri smiled, then turned to the audience below to engage them.
"Everyone, what do you say about having Hikigaya-san play another piece?"
Upon hearing this, many in the audience lit up.
After all, it's not every day you get to hear a masterful piano performance like this. With such a talented pianist on stage, they naturally didn't want to miss the opportunity.
"Yes, another piece!" one person exclaimed, and soon the rest of the audience joined in, chanting, "Another piece! Another piece! Another piece!"
As the chants filled the air, Hachiman smirked.
What a situation.
But when he saw the expectant looks from Yukino and Yui, he couldn't bring himself to refuse.
"Alright, then, one more piece," Hachiman smiled.
"But just to be clear, this will be the last one."
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