Chapter 159 The bottom hot girl

At Magic Star Office, Miya Hamada hasn't gotten off work yet and is still staying in the company's personal office.

Sitting at her desk, she hung up the phone subconsciously and quickly reacted. However, she hesitated for a few seconds and still did not call again.

"How is this possible? Is Zero Hour really Hikaru Kurosawa? Otherwise, how could Igarashi answer the phone?"

Miya Hamada's face was a little ugly, and her eyes were full of disbelief.

"No, it's absolutely impossible. This zero-hour level is far higher than Kurosawa's. It's even beyond the constraints of fingering... He should be Kurosawa's piano teacher, and he was invited out."

But the next moment, she denied this possibility.

It's not impossible, but she doesn't want to accept such a bad outcome.

If Zero Hour is really Hikaru Kurosawa, that would be terrible.

You know, when this Zero Hour came out, it was just the first video of a piano performance, showing unparalleled piano skills and overwhelming expressive power.

With his gentleman's hat, mask, tuxedo, white shirt, and contrasting black and white, his image seems to have been born for the piano.

His "Croatian Rhapsody", composed for the war, has an extremely terrifying appeal to laymen who rarely listen to piano music.

The name "Zero Hour" became famous in the piano world just overnight, because the concept of this piano piece is so good.

What’s even more frightening is that Zero Hour’s self-introduction is in Japanese. Nowadays, there are even words on the Internet such as “Zero Hour is Neon’s number one pianist!” “At this moment, the piano will start from scratch!”

Speech.

To be honest, one piano piece alone is not enough to reach the top of Neon's piano world.

But the emergence of such remarks means that he has begun to have ardent fans...and these people are mostly young people full of energy and potential.

Such achievements before our eyes undoubtedly prove one thing, the feasibility of masked artists.

As long as your masked image is done well enough, even though most viewers want to know what you look like... but because your true identity is unknown, it brings with it its own fog and mystery, making it highly topical and arousing debate and debate.

curious.

"It is absolutely impossible to be Hikaru Kurosawa at Zero Hour... and it cannot be Hikaru Kurosawa."

The more she thought about Zero Hour's potential and ability, the stronger the resistance in Hamada Miya's heart became.

If this is true, she who once shut out Hikaru Kurosawa would inevitably be criticized and criticized by the board of directors, and even be used as a negative example and be nailed to the firm's pillar of shame.

By then, the prestige she has accumulated in the firm over the years will be in vain.

No matter what, she couldn't allow this to happen.

"As long as he doesn't show his face for a day, even if there is irrefutable evidence, I will insist that he is not Kurosawa."

Thinking of the stakes of this matter, Miya Hamada glanced at the landline phone again with a gloomy expression and tightened her grip on the phone.

…

"It's a pity. After hanging up, it's probably impossible for me to call again."

In the family restaurant, Igarashi Runa felt very sad.

This phone call made her feel very depressed. She was taking revenge, but she was not completely revengeful. She was only half-satisfied.

"Why?"

"Because you have signed a contract with the firm."

"Huan Xing called and just wanted to sign me up?"

Kurosawa Hikaru actually felt happy in his heart.

"The active contact from industry firms is usually for signing contracts, and then various cooperation." Igarashi Runa nodded.

Originally Igarashi Runa wanted to explain, but seeing that he was not very interested, she stopped talking about such complicated things and asked instead: "Speaking of which, there have been a lot of calls seeking cooperation in the past few days.

,For example, a TV station wants to interview you."

"Forget about the interview, just stick to the original plan and keep the mystery high until the first concert."

"Indeed, when do you plan to switch to singing mode?"

“I don’t have any ideas at the moment because I don’t have any original songs.”

Facing this problem, Kurosawa Hikaru shook his head after thinking about it.

He has an entry-level singing voice, and his singing level is enough to crush most singers in the country.

But he can only sing, but he has no ability to arrange music and write lyrics.

Moreover, he is not very familiar with neon songs. There are only a few familiar songs, such as Lemon and Little Love Song, which exist in this world.

"Isn't your Croatian Rhapsody an original one? It's already arranged. All you need to do is find a lyricist to collaborate with. I know many well-known lyricists."

Igarashi Runa heard this and said immediately.

"That's superfluous."

At this suggestion, Kurosawa Hikaru glanced at her and shook his head.

"All right."

Seeing that he didn't want to sing, Igarashi Runa was very measured and didn't force it.

"Let's play the piano for now. If I think of some good music later, I'll think about singing."

Kurosawa Hikaru thought for a while and expressed his opinion.

In karaoke, he can sing love songs, lemon and other songs. After all, it is entertainment for fans.

But now he is an artist, and if he sings other people's songs rashly, there will be a copyright crisis.

"The days are still long. Let's take our time. There's no rush in singing. Anyway, with your piano skills, playing the piano is enough for you to become famous."

Igarashi Runa nodded, realizing that he was implying that he was worried that he would mind, so he smiled.

Soon, the waiter brought the dishes over.

It was already after 8 o'clock, and the two of them had been hungry for a long time, so they just started eating.

…

After having eaten and drank enough, Kurosawa Hikaru was sent home. It was already past 9 o'clock.

When he got home, he habitually took out his mobile phone and opened Line.

But the situation tonight is different from usual.

Because of line, there was no message today. Xiao Yuki did not send dozens of messages every time he came home like before.

"Um?"

Kurosawa Hikaru suspected that there was something wrong with his network, so he disconnected the Wi-Fi at home and switched to mobile data.

However, no matter how many times he switched, there was no information displayed in Xiao Yuki's column.

Entering the chat page, Kurosawa Hikaru took a look and found that the last chat message was in the morning.

Xiao Yuki: "Brother Guang, good morning. I'm going to take the exam."

Self: "Good morning, good luck in the exam."

After that, Xiao Yuki did not send any subsequent new messages.

"What happened? Was she kidnapped?"

Facing this strangeness, Kurosawa's heart suddenly trembled.

Logically speaking, Xiao Yuki would report various schedules to him, such as when get out of class is over, what to eat during lunch break, who to eat with, when school is over, and when they are home.

But what is going on tonight? We have lost contact since morning.

It is not impossible that she was kidnapped...after all, she is now considered a celebrity, and she is also an Internet celebrity beauty.

If a perverted stalker were to target her and kidnap her in a premeditated manner, it would be easy.

"1."

Shocked by this possibility, Kurosawa Hikaru quickly sent a message and just typed a number.

"Brother Guang, what does 1 mean?"

Within a few seconds, the message became read, and she replied quickly, very confused.

After receiving the response, Kurosawa Hikaru made a video call without hesitation.

The video application was approved, and a screen soon appeared on the chat page.

"Brother Guang, are you done?"

On the screen, Yuki Ichinose, who has blond hair and blue eyes, fair and tender skin, asked curiously.

"are you at home?"

Kurosawa Hikaru looked at her to make sure she was unharmed, and then looked at her background. Although the picture was very small, he could vaguely tell that it seemed to be her room.

"Yes." Yuki Ichinose nodded.
To be continued...