Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

The lingering notes of the last chord faded gently into the night sky.

The little ghost put down the guitar, his fingers trembling slightly as he took them off the strings.

She let out a long breath, then turned to look at Mi Ye, only to find that he was also looking at her. The two smiled at each other.

Beneath the fox mask, those eyes shone brightly.

Miya suddenly remembered something and turned on the bullet screen display.

She originally thought that there would be a few scattered messages of encouragement, since they had only used up their first free ten points, and the number of views was only one hundred, so there shouldn't be many viewers who could see the live stream.

But the barrage of comments surged out from the left side of my field of vision like crazy.

[I came from the live stream next door! I heard someone here is blasting fish.]

[It sounded so good, I'm crying! I raised my hand in the audience, did you see me?]

[The streamer is definitely a professional singer, stop pretending!]

【Give me the Ghost Flower!】

[I've already followed you, please give me more sweet moments!]

The girl in the pink dress is so cute, clapping along to the beat!

Why are there so many people in this live stream all of a sudden?

Miya paused for a moment, then went to check the data panel.

The number of viewers in the live stream was clearly over 1,200, and it was still slowly increasing.

She frowned and did some calculations.

That's not right. There were only 100 impressions. Even if Honey gave them a few seconds of interview footage on the main channel, it's impossible to attract that many people directly, since there are a thousand live streams in the entire game.

Then she looked up at the audience.

There were twenty or thirty witches sitting on the benches below the stage, and at least twenty live broadcast cameras were pointed directly at the stage.

Each person's live stream has their own audience, which is equivalent to getting more than twenty small promotional slots for free!

Miya quickly did some mental calculations.

According to the rules, popularity points and reward amounts are exchanged one-to-one. After the event ends, Qianjing Group will directly convert popularity points into Loren and transfer the money to the account without any platform commission, only deducting taxes.

She glanced at her current popularity score, which was just over two thousand.

In other words, during the time it took to listen to just one song, the audience tipped over two thousand Loren in gifts.

When Miya told the little ghost the number, her voice still carried a hint of disbelief.

After hearing this, the little ghost did not cry out in surprise as Miya had expected.

She simply stood quietly in place, holding the guitar in her arms, looking down at her fingers. The fingertips that had just played the complete melody on the strings were tinged with a faint pink in the lantern light.

"This is the first time I've sung this song in front of other people."

Her voice floated lightly in the warm night, as if she were talking to Mi Ye, or as if she were talking to herself.

Mi Ye smiled and turned her head to look at her.

"It sounds so good!"

Shouts rose and fell from the audience.

A witch cupped her hands to her mouth as a megaphone and shouted, "That sounds so nice!" Immediately, someone next to her joined in with another song. The little witch with the carp mask stood up and clapped her hands above her head.

The little ghost looked at the strangers in the audience. They didn't know her name or where she came from, but they had only listened to one song and then offered her their applause and cheers without reservation.

So he walked to the center of the stage and stood side by side with Miya.

Holding her guitar in one hand and taking Mi Ye's hand in the other, the two bowed to the audience, earning even louder applause.

This was probably the happiest moment of March Summer's life.

And then the two of them walked down the platform hand in hand.

As soon as they stepped onto the stone steps, a dark blue figure rushed straight towards them from the crowd.

Miya flashed in front of the little ghost, her two tentacles already poised to strike from her sleeve.

In this game, all her real-world abilities are replicated one-to-one; her tentacles, contempt, and monstrous devouring are all included.

If the witch who comes is trying to sneak up on them after they leave the stage and steal their points, Miya wouldn't mind adding a little bit of a scare to her gaming experience.

But the witch who rushed over stopped two steps away from her, put her hands on her knees and gasped for breath, then suddenly pushed up the white mask on her face, revealing the face underneath.

She has long, dark blue hair in a high ponytail and eyes that look like stars.

"You sing so well! Interested in forming a band together?"

Miya blinked.

What's wrong with this person? Isn't it a rule that you can't take off your mask?

The tentacle hesitated for a moment inside the sleeve, unsure whether to remain on guard or retract it.

Miya had no choice but to turn her head and look at the little ghost behind her.

The little ghost tilted its head in confusion at first, then looked carefully at the person's face. Then, as if it had thought of something, its eyes widened, it covered its mouth with one hand, released Mi Ye's hand with the other, and took a step forward.

"The arranger of Midnight Sun...Hoshimachi-sensei?!"

Hoshimachi nodded vigorously, but before he could speak, Little Ghost grabbed his hand, his words filled with surprise.

"I'm your fan! I've listened to every song you've written! I practiced the key change in the interlude of 'Starry Night Moon' for so long, but I just can't recreate the feel of your studio version!"

"So this is what you look like in real life!! What are you doing here!! Is it true that you said I sing well!!!"

Hoshimachi was stunned for a moment by this series of seamless words, and then he was both surprised and delighted.

She probably never expected that when she thought she had found the perfect voice, the owner of that voice would tell her, "I grew up listening to your songs."

Hoshimachi couldn't speak, but instead gripped the other person's hand even tighter, her eyes welling up with tears again.

Miya stood to the side, watching the two people hit it off like old friends, and felt her own presence evaporate in an instant.

She stood to the side with her arms crossed, looking disgruntled. Her lips under the fox mask pursed slightly, making her even cuter as she sulked.

Having been through the ups and downs of society, Hoshimachi noticed the oppressive aura emanating from the little pink figure beside him out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he saw the pouting mouth beneath the fox mask.

Miya wrapped her arms around the little ghost's waist from behind, her movements so gentle it was as if she was afraid of hurting her, but her intention to pull him back was impossible to hide.

The little ghost was immersed in the excitement of meeting his idol when he suddenly realized that he had been dragged back half a step and almost lost his balance, letting out a short "Eh!"

Hoshimachi smiled, wisely released the little ghost's hand, and took a half step back.

She turned her gaze to Mi Ye, nodded formally, and shifted her tone from the excitement of before back to the composure befitting a professional musician, though a hint of excitement still lingered in the last syllable.

"Your singing voice is beautiful; it's the best I've ever heard since I entered the industry."

Xingjie looked the little ghost up and down, then looked at Miye.

"And even if your partner does nothing on stage but acts cute, they can still attract a lot of popularity."

"How about we form a band together? I'm a real professional musician."

Miya was taken aback by this well-reasoned analysis, and then quickly calculated the cost in her mind.

Although she has never worked in the idol industry, she has a good understanding of its basic dynamics.

Whether in the past life or in Bellavita, there are only two types of idols. The first type is those who are owned by a company, and Mayo is a typical example of this.

These idols have a complete production line provided by the company, including music arrangement and promotion. They have strong resources, a lot of exposure, and a large fan base, but their income is split with the company, and the artists have almost no freedom.

Another type is the traditional solo artist, who has a high degree of freedom and all income goes into their own pocket. However, they also have to handle everything themselves, from song selection to promotion to negotiating collaborations. Moreover, without resources, connections, or help, the average lifespan of solo artists in this increasingly competitive industry is surprisingly short.

However, Miya and the others are in a more special situation right now, as they haven't even debuted yet.

However, if they can consistently produce high-quality original songs, coupled with Mi Ye's surprise attack tactics that continuously provide points and exposure, then the chances of the two successfully entering the Red and White Song Festival can definitely double.

Miya turned back to look at the little ghost.

The little ghost was clasping its hands together, looking at her with a silent "Can I go? Can I go?" gaze, its knees slightly bent, making it look like a little dog tiptoeing, waiting for its owner to say it was time to go for a walk.

I'm so sorry, sister! In this situation, who could possibly say no!

So Miya nodded.

"Yay!!"

The little ghost cheered, grabbed Miya's arm and shook it twice, then realized that Hoshimachi was still watching, blushed and withdrew her hand, cleared her throat and pretended to be dignified.

Hoshimachi was overjoyed to see this.

"It's a pleasure working with you!"

After a while, she continued.

"It's getting late. Let's add each other as friends on WW first, and then we can discuss it again tomorrow."

Miya glanced down at the time; it was 11:48.

Although she had no classes tomorrow morning, she couldn't stay up too late, since she had promised Bie Chenye that she would get up early every day to do a set of vitality perception training.

Little Ghost also needs rest; singing today must have been very taxing.

"See you tomorrow then."

So the three of them said goodnight to each other.

Hoshimachi's figure gradually became transparent, then transformed into a stream of data, merging into the night sky above where fireworks were constantly going off.

The little ghost turned to face Miya, opened her mouth as if to say something, probably to express how happy she was today and how grateful she was to her, but she didn't know where to begin. In the end, she just reached out and gently squeezed Miya's fingers.

"See you tomorrow, Hua Bao."

"Thank you so much for today!"

After saying this, her figure became transparent and then floated into the night sky.

She was left standing alone below the altar, where lanterns still swayed gently in the wind, and red prayer ribbons fluttered in the night breeze.

Miya stood there blankly, looked down at her fingers, and her face turned red again.

"It's alright, after all, I..."

"..."