People are in Mygo, and I can write their personalities.

"What utter nonsense..."

"Ugh..." Miao Meng shrank her neck. She wasn't acting; she was genuinely afraid of the girl in front of her.

"Fine, I'll be frank with you. I won't be attending any Mujica events for a while."

"real?!"

Ruomai's eyes widened; her first reaction was disbelief.

"Are you happy?"

"No, no, how could I dare... Lord Chuhua."

"hiss……"

Lady Hatsuka? So she can be an "adult" one day too? Hatsuka's heart, which had always been suppressed and humble, suddenly began to grow wildly.

"I'll be taking sick leave for a while. Our lead singer will be Xiaoyue's good friend, a girl named Gao Songdeng. Of course... I hate her."

"Huh?"

"My goal is for you to cooperate with me and use that Takasatsu lamp as a medium to plunge Xiaoyue into utter despair. I want her to know that she can only be mine!"

"..."

Yutenji Wakame couldn't help but take a step back.

It was this step that made Chu Hua, who was very sensitive at the moment, frown and say with great displeasure:

"Where do you think your acting skills came from? They were given to you by me! I can give them to you, and I can take them away at any time! You understand what I mean, right?"

Sometimes Chu Hua herself couldn't help but believe the lie, because she really started to enjoy the thrill of controlling other people's emotions.

And Ruomai, who was opposite her, did indeed fall silent because of this.

To be honest, she did waver when faced with this kind of fear, after all, she understood that although Xiaoyue was a good girl, she was too weak.

She's no match for the witch Chu Hua... such a weak and delicate little girl...

What should she do? Or rather... she has no choice but to consider how to convince herself that it's worth it.

And her final answer was...

"Then... then what should we do?" Ruomai raised her head, her eyes filled with a hint of guilt and determination.

"It's very simple."

Chu Hua walked up to Ruomai, leaned close to her ear, and said in a deep, seductive voice, "Since Xiaoyue is so heartless and wants to leave my control, then don't blame us for being ruthless."

"Isn't she the one who cares most about Takamatsu? Doesn't she want Takamatsu to shine on the live stage?"

"Then we'll destroy her. Destroying Takamatsu Akari is the same as destroying Nanami Natsuki's hope, causing her to completely collapse."

"Destroyed...how destroyed?" Ruomai's heart began to race.

“I’m banned from performing at the next live show, but you’re still here.” Chu Hua’s fingers gently traced Ruo Mai’s back. “You’re the drummer, the heart of the band. As long as you tamper with things a little at the crucial moment…”

"What...what are you doing?"

“It’s very simple.” Chu Hua’s eyes gleamed with malice. “During the actual performance, you will suddenly arrange for everyone to play a piece that Gao Songdeng has never practiced before, or even one that is completely unfamiliar to him. As the drummer, it’s very easy for you to do this, since many songs start with drumbeats.”

"Imagine that Xiaodeng, who has social anxiety, standing under the spotlight in front of thousands of audience members, only to find that the music is completely wrong and the rhythm is a mess... What would she do?"

"She'll panic, she'll be terrified, she'll be unable to make a sound, and she'll just stand on stage like a fool, making random 'cooing' noises! Then she'll become the laughingstock of the entire audience, a disgrace to the whole band!"

"This……"

Ruomai gasped. This move was too vicious; it was practically trying to kill someone.

"But... if I mess up the performance, won't I get scolded too?" Ruomai was still a little hesitant.

"What are you afraid of?" Chu Hua patted her shoulder. "Those are Mujica songs anyway. It's just that the newcomers didn't work hard enough and didn't do their homework."

"More importantly..."

Chu Hua's voice grew even lower, "If you help me this time, I'll make you one of my own. From now on, in the firm, if I have food to eat, you'll have soup to drink. I can guarantee that your resources and your exposure will definitely not be less than they are now, and may even be more."

"But if you refuse..."

Chu Hua didn't continue speaking, but gave Ruomai a meaningful look. The threat in her eyes was self-evident.

"I...I understand."

Yutenji Wakana lowered his head, caught in a brief but intense internal struggle, and finally responded with this helpless remark.

She was indeed very hesitant.

On one hand, there's the bottom line of morality and Xiaoyue's adorable face; on the other hand, there's Chuhua's coercion and enticement and her own precarious future.

Her original plan had been exposed, and she really had no other choice.

In this cruel world, everyone looks out for themselves.

"……very good."

"The performance a few days later, specifically..."

"Don't rush."

Chu Hua smiled with satisfaction, the smile of a hunter seeing its prey fall into its net. She reached out and gently stroked Ruomai's cheek, as if petting an obedient dog.

"I'll send you the specific song a few minutes before the show starts. After all, you know I don't completely trust you, and I need to make sure no one knows which song it is before then."

"Then on the day of the live performance... we'll give that Nanami Natsuki and that arrogant Takamatsu Akari a 'gift' they'll never forget!"

"I want her to watch her most cherished friend humiliated on stage, to watch the stage she painstakingly built crumble. I want her to kneel on the ground and beg me, just as I once begged her!"

Looking at the completely corrupted Triangle Chu Hua in front of her, exuding a dangerous aura, Ruomai couldn't help but shudder.

Is this what happens when you offend this woman?

However... since we're already on this pirate ship, we have no choice but to go all the way down this dark path.

I'm sorry, Xiaoyue.

I'm sorry, Takamatsu Akari.

“I understand.” Ruomai nodded, accepting the “covenant” with humiliation and obedience. “I will cooperate with you, Senior Chuhua.”

"very good."

Chu Hua's smile grew even brighter, but beneath that radiance lay endless emptiness and madness.

Dear Sister Yue...

Since you don't want me anymore, since you're going to favor that clueless little lamp...

Then don't blame me for ruining her.

What I can't have, no one else can have either.

Even if it means destroying the entire Mujica, even if it means dragging everyone down to hell with me...

I also want you to know that abandoning me, Sanjiao Chuhua, was the worst decision you ever made in your life!

"Just wait... the real show is just beginning."

In the lounge, two girls, each harboring their own secrets, stared at each other, the air thick with the scent of conspiracy. Outside the window, the night deepened, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.

Chapter 143 Stones can also be weapons!

Takamatsu walked through the night, her steps much heavier than before. Her left hand clutched tightly at her chest, while her right hand unconsciously rested on her throat.

There was no pain there, but a strange, burning warmth lingered, as if a ball of fire had been stuffed into it and then instantly extinguished by a stream of cold water.

Have I really changed?

She repeated it softly, trying to feel if something had really appeared inside her body.

However, aside from that faint, almost imperceptible urge to roar deep in her throat, she felt she was still Takamatsu Akira. That "Stone" who would automatically disappear in a crowd and take a long time to organize her thoughts before speaking.

She stopped and stepped onto a path paved with small pebbles. It was the edge of the riverbank, not far from Nanami Natsuki's apartment. The river shimmered with fragmented lights in the night, making a faint, murmuring sound.

In the dim light of the streetlamp, the lamp's gaze fell upon the ground at my feet. Scattered there were small stones, smoothed and rounded by the flowing water. They lay quietly in the soil, as if silently telling their own stories.

".......Stone."

Deng slowly crouched down, reaching out her hands to touch the cool, earthy objects. Her fingers brushed across the surface of the stones, feeling their natural, unrefined roughness and smoothness.

She started picking things up.

One, two, three... She kept stuffing smooth, glistening stones into her school uniform pockets, the heavy weight giving her a strange sense of security.

"Hey! What are you doing, lady?!"

A child's voice broke the tranquility of the riverbank.

The lamp suddenly looked up, almost dropping the stone in its hand. Not far away, several elementary school students wearing brightly colored rain boots were intently building a simple hut out of mud from the riverbank.

They watched the high school student who had suddenly intruded into their "territory" with suspicion, their eyes filled with dissatisfaction towards the "big kid".

"Why are you picking up stones? How childish!" one of the little girls with pigtails shouted without any politeness, her tone full of contempt for Gao Songdeng's behavior.

“Yeah! That’s what we use to build houses! Big sister, you’re so strange!” another boy chimed in, still holding a clump of wet dirt in his hands.

The feeling of being mocked and ridiculed made Takamatsu Akira's tightly closed valve tremble involuntarily.

In the past, she would simply put down the stone silently and run away. She was afraid of conflict, afraid that her clumsy explanation would only invite more ridicule and misunderstanding.

But today, things are different.

She remembered Aine's words: "You don't even have the courage to let yourself become bad."

Why don't you shout out your pain?

She suddenly felt an unnamed anger, mixed with long-suppressed grievances, churning in her chest like magma.

"......"

She hugged the stones tightly and slowly stood up. She didn't speak, but walked with heavy, almost stiff steps toward the children.

Her eyes suddenly became exceptionally clear, yet they also carried a coldness and decisiveness beyond her years.

"I...I didn't..."

She wanted to say, "I'm not naive," she wanted to say, "These stones are beautiful," she wanted to say, "You don't understand," but that impulse ultimately turned into a simple and brutal action—

"Oh!"