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

Hoshimachi pushed open the studio door and casually slapped the light on the wall.

The warm yellow light shone down, casting a soft hue over all the equipment in the room.

She knelt down in front of Mi Ye, her dark blue high ponytail hanging down her shoulders, her eyes brimming with barely suppressed excitement.

"Miya, where did you hear that song you just sang?"

Upon hearing this, Miya unconsciously twisted her skirt.

She knew this problem would come sooner or later, but a song that had never appeared in this world couldn't just grow out of her head out of thin air. She couldn't very well say that she learned it in another world in her past life.

"Uh... well..."

Her gaze drifted left and right, finally settling on the marks left by the edges of her white over-the-knee socks.

She blinked, her eyelashes casting a small shadow under the light.

"I just hummed it casually before; this song wasn't even on the charts."

She regretted it as soon as she said it; the reason was too perfunctory. Hoshimachi was a professional musician; how could he believe such a thing?

But to everyone's surprise, Hoshimachi suddenly bounced up from the ground.

"Just humming a tune?!"

Her voice rose a bit, startling Miya.

But Hoshimachi didn't notice his own lapse in composure. He first pressed Miya down into a chair, then grabbed a pencil and tapped it twice on a blank sheet of paper.

"Sing it again, from beginning to end. It's okay if you sing it a little slower. No, no! Don't worry about the speed, just sing it like you did before."

Miya sat on the small chair next to her, her feet not even touching the ground, the toes of her white sneakers wobbling slightly in the air.

Looking at Xingjie slumped over the table, looking as if she had found a treasure, she suddenly remembered Bie Chenye's expression when he first saw her sense the ancient oak pulse—that look of "I've found a treasure"—which was exactly the same as Xingjie's expression now.

We have no choice but to keep pretending...

Miya took a deep breath and then spoke.

Her voice rang out cleanly in the room filled with equipment.

Hoshimachi kept his head down, his pencil flying across the paper, occasionally biting his lower lip and frowning, moving a note up or down by half a space.

When Miya sang the chorus, her pen paused for a moment, wanting to go through the melody in her mind first to make sure she hadn't missed any details.

As the last note faded, Miya placed her hands on her knees and obediently shut her mouth.

Hoshimachi put his pencil on the table, picked up the sheet music and looked at it for a while, then turned around and sat down in front of his laptop.

The clicking of the keyboard and mouse went on for a while. She typed the score she had just handwritten into the music production software and added a few sounds to listen to.

Hoshimachi leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and stared at the screen for a long time.

Then she turned the swivel chair around to face Miya, rested her hands on her knees, and couldn't suppress the smile on her face.

"This is our first song!"

Miya blinked, her lips slightly parted, but before she could say anything, Hoshimachi leaned over, his face very close, his eyes sparkling.

"Miye".

Hoshimachi grasped Miya's hand.

Let's revolutionize the idol industry together.

The studio fell silent for a moment, and the neon lights of Gu Ling outside the window shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a shimmering glow on Xingjie's smiling face.

Miya looked into those eyes, but all she could think was, why did he have to say something so childish? How was she supposed to respond?

I tried hard to suppress the urge to complain, but in the end I only managed to squeeze out one sentence.

"Yes, let's work together..."

Hoshimachi seemed quite satisfied upon hearing this. He still had that urge to rush into the recording studio right now, but at least he remembered the proper procedures for an agent.

She leaned against the table, casually swiped her fingers across the mouse a couple of times, and turned her head to ask Mi Ye.

"By the way, do you have a MikuFans account? You can use your account to post teasers for the new song and introduce the idol group during the pre-launch promotion in a couple of days."

Miya's expression froze at first, then her eyes darted to the side guiltily for a moment before she quickly regained her composure and shook her head nonchalantly.

"no."

She lied.

But can you blame her? She can't exactly pull out that account that drew Reminal 18+ doujinshi, which was banned by the platform and still has people commenting "Teacher isn't enough" in the comments section and show it to her agent.

Even Miya, whose social skills had improved considerably, couldn't withstand that level of social stagnation.

"Then let's create a new one."

Hoshimachi didn't think much of it and turned the laptop toward Miya.

"It's good to start operating from scratch."

Just as Mi Ye was creating her account, her phone screen lit up; it was a message from Little Ghost.

[You've worked hard today, are you tired?]

【I'm logged in now, wanna play together?】

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Mi Ye looked down at the screen, and the corners of her mouth turned up faster than she had expected.

She moved her laptop aside and started typing rapidly on her phone with both hands.

【Not tired at all! I just finished here, I'll be right there!】

After typing, I felt it might be strange to be too enthusiastic, so I wanted to retract the message. My finger hovered over the message for a moment, but Little Ghost had already replied with a smiley face instantly.

Miya's face felt a little hot. She put her phone screen face down on her lap and looked up to find Hoshimachi leaning against the table, holding a coffee cup and looking at her with a half-smile.

"Who is it? They're laughing like that as soon as the news came in."

"No, no, Little Ghost wants me to log in! I'll go in right now!"

She jumped off the swivel chair, phone in hand, and just as her toes touched the ground, a very real problem suddenly came to mind.

Where am I staying tonight?

"Sister Xing, um... do you have a place to stay?"

Miya scratched the back of her head, looking a little embarrassed.

Hoshimachi put the coffee cup on the table, stood up, and pushed open a door on the side of the studio.

Mi Ye peeked out and saw a small rest room with a single bed against the wall. The sheets were clean and light gray, and the pillows were neatly arranged.

"I used to sleep here a lot when I was working overtime to finish composing music. The bedding was always freshly changed."

Hoshino leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest.

"Sleep here tonight, don't run around."

Mi Ye stood by the bed, feeling the thickness of the blanket, and then glanced at the sea of ​​neon lights outside the window in the dead of night.

"Thank you, Sister Xing~"

She took out her phone and sent a message to her counselor asking for leave. A short while later, the counselor replied with a message to be careful.

So I put my phone next to my pillow, lay back, and sank into the soft bedding.

Staring at the ceiling, she thought back to her performance with Little Ghost last night, then turned over, buried her face in the pillow, and chuckled softly.

It feels like a very long time has passed even though only a whole day has gone by.

"By the way, Sister Xing."

She lifted her face from the pillow and turned her head to look at the office area outside, where the lights were still on.

"If I take your bed, where will you sleep?"

"A sofa will do."

Hoshimachi's voice drifted in from outside, accompanied by the clicking of a keyboard.

"Don't worry about me. I slept on that sofa for several nights when I was rushing to meet deadlines. It's more comfortable than this bed. Go on in, don't keep people waiting."

Miya understood the deeper meaning behind Hoshimachi's words, "Don't keep people waiting too long," buried her face back in the pillow, and mumbled, "I know."

So he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then sank into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Before entering the game, Mi Ye's lips were curled up, and she couldn't suppress it no matter what she did.

Because she'll be meeting the little ghost again soon.