Chapter 141 - Fateful Competition — Part 3 (1/2)

Fateful Competition — Part 3

TL: Daemon

ED: PuffyPyjamas

“Wooow! It’s quite cramped in here ♡”

It was Saturday, and Hiiragi-chan and I came to a karaoke in order to put in training for the Miss Contest.

Inside the dimly lit room, the display seemed weirdly bright.

“Sensei, you haven’t done karaoke before, right?”

“Ummm… Eheheh. Wait, it’s Haruka-san right now!”

I never went during my high school days. I was considered a late bloomer as the first time I did go was during college.

However, it was a good thing that I went at that time.

“Ummm, Seiji-kun… what do I do with this…?”

Hiiragi-chan, who had immediately moved in front of the terminal, looked like she had a bunch of question marks floating above her head.

“You can use that to search for songs that you want to sing by inputting in the name of the song, artist, or keywords.”

Hiiragi-chan blinked her eyes rapidly.

“A-amazing…! That’s like science fiction!”

“That’s an exaggeration.”

“I mean, don’t you look at a book and enter in the number normally?”

That’s quite old! Hiiragi-chan’s knowledge of karaoke is like from the Showa era… If I say that though, she’ll get mad, so I’ll stay quiet.

“I guess for people who have never come before, the latest equipment may as well be the future.”

“Seiji-kun, what are you going to sing?”

No, really, I think it’s great that I experienced this during college.

After bringing my girlfriend here, I won’t say that I’m too embarrassed to sing. If I do that, I might be thought of as a pretty pitiful man.

“Maybe the song from that rock band. It’s also the main theme song for an anime—”

If it’s this song, it should be considered pretty safe. There should be many people in the same generation that recognize it.

I would only go karaoke when I’m invited, but luckily, my singing ability is neither good nor bad. It’s not really a singing voice that warrants a round of applause, but it’s also not one that is so bad that it requires special consideration. The normal.

Hiiragi-chan seemed to be sparkling as she jumped towards me.

Her eyes were telling me that she wanted to listen.

“After this, Haruka-san will be singing, okay? It’s training.”

“Okaaay.”

She rattled the maracas after picking them up with her hand.

I searched up the song name in the console, and sent in my input. The screen transitioned and the music intro came flowing out. Hiiragi-chan stared at me with fervent expectation as I continued to hold on to the mic.

I-it’s hard to sing like this…

Once the intro ended, colored characters displayed the lyrics. I matched it and sang along. Hiiragi-chan, who was next to me, matched her hands with my singing and shook the maracas. Without taking even 5 minutes, the song ended.

“Seiji-kun, you’re really good!”

Shashashashashashan! She’s super into those maracas.

“Well, you pretty much sing like that.”

Taking a break, I took a sip of the juice that I ordered earlier from the drink server.

“What should I sing?”

“I think you should just sing a song you like.”

“A song I like, a song I like…?”

Hiiragi-chan kept pressing on the console. Ah, maybe what she likes isn’t on there?

“What should I sing if I don’t want to lose to Sana-chan…”

I see. Just singing isn’t good enough for her.

A popular teacher singing a popular song that everyone knows really doesn’t have much impact. This is going to be karaoke for the Miss Contest. It will be judged. That’s why a song with impact would be better.

… Depending on your ability to sing though, it might leave a bad impression.

“Then, why don’t you start by picking something random?”

When I nodded, Hiiragi-chan operated the console. What she picked was a song that was popular during my middle school days. At this point in time, it would be about 2 or 3 years before.

Hiiragi-chan stood up with the mic in hand and started to sing.

“~~♪ ——! ——♪”

Just as I was wondering how good Hiiragi-chan’s singing ability was, Hiiragi-chan sounded quite good. With my level of singing I couldn’t really judge it.

That’s good, that’s good. However, with this, at worst, things will work out as long as the right song is picked.