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

I took a nice, hot shower, washing away the fatigue from the game and the near-discovery.

This time, Miya learned her lesson and dried her hair with a towel until it was mostly dry before opening the bathroom door. The neckline of her light blue nightgown was neatly arranged, and a dry towel was draped around her neck. There was no longer any risk of making people blush and their hearts race like last time.

When they came out, they found that Xiaoye and Asase had already climbed into their respective beds.

Asase's bed curtains were drawn tightly shut, but a small patch of light from a phone screen peeked through the gaps, probably from watching a pre-recorded clip of "A Thousand Stars Adventure".

Xiaoye was wrapped in a blanket facing the wall, his breathing even and long, as if he had fallen asleep.

Miya tiptoed back to her bed, drew the curtains, picked up her phone, turned the screen brightness to the lowest setting, and opened WW.

Hoshimachi's profile picture was lit up, showing a dark blue silhouette of her profile, which was probably a work photo from her time in Mayoshita.

The notification sounded, and Mi Ye quickly plugged in her headphones.

The message from Hoshimachi was as concise and to the point as ever.

[For tomorrow night's arrangements, I'll pick you up first and take you to Gu Ling. My studio is there; we'll sign some necessary contracts first.]

Just as Miya was about to reply, Hoshimachi sent another message.

The little ghost said she has other things to attend to and can't come, so she's asking you to handle everything.

Mi Ye thought for a moment, then typed a few words in reply.

Okay, see you tomorrow night.

Then she also sent a pink bunny nodding emoji.

She then casually searched for Hoshimachi's MikuFans account. The moment the search results popped up, she bit the corner of the blanket, suppressing the gasp that almost escaped her lips.

520,000 followers, that's not a small number.

The list of works on the homepage had to be scrolled down several pages before reaching the bottom, and each song had a considerable number of plays.

As Miya clicked on the pinned hit song, the moment the melody flowed into her headphones, she suddenly understood the unusual tone in Asase's voice when talking about Hoshimachi.

So I listened to the song in its entirety once, and then clicked on the second one.

The arrangement is really good, and the emotions are spot on.

Miya put down her phone, closed her eyes, and listened to half a song. Her mind had already started automatically layering the melodies with the little ghost's voice. The compatibility was too high. No wonder Hoshimachi was so eager to sign the two of them.

She closed the music app and returned to the MikuFans homepage. She intended to watch a few sleep-inducing videos before going to sleep, but her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own and uncontrollably typed four words into the search bar: "Flower Ghost".

That was the nickname given to him and Little Ghost by the chat in the game. Mi Ye couldn't explain why she wanted to search for it.

Dozens of search results popped up instantly, all of them recordings of tonight's performance on the radio.

The most viewed video has been pushed to the top of today's trending list. The cover image shows her and Little Ghost making a peace sign side by side, and the title reads: "[A Divine Voice Appears at the Thousand Star Encounters Voice Station! Flower Ghost CP Debuts on the Spot!]"

She scrolled down and her gaze fell on a search result, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

My own group hasn't even been created yet, how come the fan club account has already been created?

The account name is neatly displayed with seven characters: Ghost Flower Fan Club.

Mi Ye looked at the name and thought for a moment, then nodded slightly in bed, satisfied, and followed the account. She then clicked on the recorded video that had just been posted that evening.

As the progress bar is dragged to the middle, a close-up of the little ghost holding a guitar fills the entire screen.

Beneath her white veil, her eyelashes drooped, her fingers gently plucked the strings of the violin; her fingers were slender, and her nails were cut short and neat.

Miya paused the video on the close-up of that hand and stared at it for a long time.

The game only allows you to change hair color and hairstyle; you can't change body shape or hands. In other words, these hands are exactly like this in reality—they are real hands that belong to the little ghost.

What do little ghosts look like in real life?

Miya's mind began to uncontrollably piece together a picture.

She has long white hair, eyes the color of spring rain, is very thin, and is probably much taller than me. She has a very nice voice and covers her mouth with her fingers when she laughs.

As I pieced it together, the face in the picture suddenly turned into a profile of March Summer, the same angle I saw when I looked up at the jacaranda blossoms at noon today.

Then my cheeks started to feel hot.

She didn't know why she was blushing, but in that instant, she suddenly wanted to put the little ghost's hand and March Summer's hand together to compare and see if the length of their fingers was the same.

Her tentacles had somehow emerged from under the covers, their light-colored tips waving in front of her.

Miya lay on her side, extended her index finger and poked the tip of her tentacle. It was soft and warm, and when she pressed her fingertip, it would gently bounce back.

She poked it again, then curled up and pinched the tip of the tentacle with her fingers, as if playing with a stress-relieving toy.

Although the tentacles are part of her body, in this semi-empty state, it feels more like hugging a plush toy and rubbing its ears.

It wasn't until her index finger was gently entangled by the tip of the tentacle that Miya suddenly realized what she was doing.

Instead of sleeping in the middle of the night, playing with your tentacles in bed, what kind of behavior is that!

Miya, you'd better go to sleep right now, there's something very important tomorrow!

She quickly retracted the tentacles into her body, then hugged her face with both hands, her palms pressed against her cheeks, feeling the scalding heat emanating from beneath her skin.

Her mind cleared up considerably. Mi Ye buried her face in the pillow, bit her lip, and silently told herself to shut up and go to sleep.

But the noise was still too loud. Xiaoye, who was in the next bed, turned over and his groggy voice drifted through the gap in the bed curtains.

"Miya? Are you feeling unwell...?"

Miya froze, her hands still covering her face, her voice muffled as it came through her fingers.

"No, no, I was looking for something, I'm so sorry! Goodnight!" (whispering)

Xiaoye grunted, and his breathing became even and long again.

Miya kept her face covered for a while, making sure that her two roommates were enveloped in sleepiness again, before slowly removing her hands from her face.

She pulled the blanket over her head, curled up into a ball, closed her eyes, and tried to fall asleep, but the melody of the little ghost's song and the intro of the Star Street song seemed to still linger in her ears.

Before consciousness sank into darkness, the last image was of a stage under a banyan tree.

The little ghost sat on a wooden chair playing the guitar, a corner of her veil gently lifted by the night breeze, while she stood next to the little ghost, wearing a bewitching fox mask.

As for exactly when she fell asleep, she herself didn't know.