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

She raised the stone in her hand and hurled it hard at the mud hut that the children had painstakingly built.

Mud flew everywhere, and the wooden frame collapsed instantly. The little house that carried childhood innocence and dreams turned into a puddle of mud in that instant.

"Waaaaaaahh ...

The children froze, then burst into sharp, bullied cries. They dropped the dirt and tools they were holding and scrambled away, yelling "big bad guy" and "madman."

Gao Songdeng stood there, looking at the mess of mud, at the wet mud on his palms, and at the small, fearful figures walking further and further away.

She didn't move.

Her body was trembling, but no longer with fear or sadness, but with a strange, unfamiliar, and pleasurable tremor.

She shattered someone else's "dream," but at that moment, she felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

"sorry."

The lamp uttered those two words softly, her voice filled with genuine remorse. She knew she had done wrong, knew she had hurt an innocent child. But the overwhelming sense of catharsis that welled up from within her was something she couldn't suppress.

As she watched the children flee, her eyes reddened, but slowly, a twisted yet relieved smile curved her lips.

—She finally did something that only a "bad person" would do in this world.

That long-suppressed emotion, like a tap turned on, found an outlet.

.......

The next day, Haneoka Girls' Academy.

Gao Songdeng did not arrive at the classroom early as usual; she did not enter the classroom until just before the morning reading bell rang.

As soon as she entered, she saw the pink figure standing by the window, surrounded by several classmates—Chihaya Aine.

"Aine-chan".

The lamp called softly. Ai Yin turned around abruptly and saw that it was the lamp. A complex light flashed in her eyes, a mixture of surprise, worry, and a barely perceptible hint of inquiry.

"Light! Are you... are you alright?" Ai Yin walked over quickly, her voice filled with anxiety.

Of course she was worried. She had personally witnessed this nobody leave with a tragic air of "If I don't go to hell, who will?" yesterday. She thought that the lantern would go to find Nanami Natsuki and then be bewitched by that little devil.

"Hmm." Deng nodded without saying anything more, simply avoiding Aine's hand that tried to grasp her arm, and looked at her calmly.

“Yesterday…didn’t I say I was leaving the band?” Deng’s voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable calmness. “I’ve made up my mind. My decision remains unchanged.”

"Huh?" Aine was stunned. "You...you really want to quit?"

"Ah."

"But...why? Is it because Miss Lin yesterday..." Ai Yin subconsciously tried to find a reason to persuade her to stay.

"No." The lamp interrupted her, a faint smile playing on its lips, a smile that felt unfamiliar to Aine. "It has nothing to do with them. I just... feel it's not suitable."

"Not suitable?" Ai Yin exclaimed anxiously, "How can it not be suitable? Deng, you're the lead singer, you're indispensable! Do you know that if you leave, this band...?"

“No one is indispensable.” A cold glint flashed in the lamp’s eyes, and his voice carried a chilling detachment. “Didn’t you say it yourself? We all live for our own desires. I just… don’t want to waste any more time.”

She didn't give Ai Yin another chance to speak, walked straight back to her seat, put down her bag, and then took out her notebook and opened it.

Ai Yin stood there, watching Deng's distant figure, her heart filled with mixed emotions. This Deng... had really changed. He had become someone she didn't recognize at all.

She remembered her confession on the rooftop yesterday, the tears in the lamp's eyes, and that tragic determination.

"Okay..." Aine sighed, ultimately deciding not to press the matter further. She knew that the lamp was no longer the "little white rabbit" that could be easily comforted.

She could only sit back in her seat, but a flame of defiance ignited within her.

"Nanami Natsuki... what did you do to Akari?! I shouldn't have told Akari about these things..."

.......

In the afternoon, at the agency, in Mujica's private practice room.

Nanami Natsuki—currently, with her fake "cute" persona, is sitting in Mujica's rehearsal room strumming her guitar.

Hailing, Da Miao, and Lixi are already there, and everyone is busy with their own things.

"Chu Hua... she won't be coming."

Yutenji Wakana explained to her somewhat confused teammates in the room.

"Huh? How could this be...?"

"What I mean is, she took a day off, saying her throat was sore."

"..." Hailing rolled her eyes at her. "I thought you were going to say something terrible about disbanding."

"......"

It would be better to disband... That's what DaMiao really thinks.

"Actually, Sister Chuhua had already told me, so I asked my friend to fill in for the performance a few days later."

"Is that so..." Li hope frowned; she felt something was off.

Big Meow, who was standing to the side, was somewhat unwilling to face the bad thing she was about to do, so she changed the subject and asked, "Lixi, didn't you say you could compose music? Is the new song finished yet?"

"Hmm." Li Xi nodded and handed over a sheet of music that she had prepared beforehand. "I've finished writing it, but there's still one song I haven't prepared yet. It should be... soon."

"So fast?" Yutenji Wakana took the sheet music, somewhat surprised.

“I’ve already thought it through.” Li hope’s voice carried a hint of arrogance, a confidence unique to Li hope at this moment. “I’m not like some people who just procrastinate and don’t get anything done.”

Wait... what does this mean?

Yutenji Wakami didn't know that Riki's words were directed at Nanami, who had been neglecting her duties lately and only caring about going to play with Aine and the others. She just felt that Riki might be on Hatsuka's side, and this was a warning for her to get things done.

Seriously? Everyone else is a werewolf, and she's the only good person?

No, she's not a good person either...

Swallowing hard, just as Teacher Da Miao finished reading the sheet music and realized that it was a good song with a distinct sense of darkness and oppression, but with an exceptionally smooth melody, the practice room door was pushed open.

"Who are you......."

"lamp?!"

"......"

"Forehead."

"Wow, Xiaodeng, you're here! We've been waiting for you for so long."

Everyone reacted differently, and all of them were quite in line with the persona they were in at that moment.

"Sorry I'm late."

"You...aren't you with Aine and the others...?"

"She's just here to help out temporarily, Riki-chan, don't get too worked up."

"I......."

Lixi opened her mouth, but in the end said nothing, because she noticed that the lights seemed to have changed a lot from before. Needless to say, it must have been Xiaoyue's doing.

It's also her fault. She's been busy with the new song these past few nights, and she must have missed something yesterday. And this "something" should be the story of Deng coming to their house to look for Xiaoyue.

What a despicable little brat! We've been sleeping in the same bed, and she still has to pull these "surprises."

Moreover, she didn't feel particularly excited or happy to see the lamp; more than that, she didn't know how to face it.

There was no time to think about these things anymore, because this afternoon was still very precious. After getting familiar with the melody and lyrics of the song with Gao Songdeng, the rehearsal officially began.

Lixi kept glancing at Deng and Xiaoyue, but she also realized that Deng's stage presence had really changed a lot today, at least in terms of singing.

There was a feeling of being freed from constraints. Although it was still the same voice and the same person, the act of changing the lyrics when he got into the mood was something that he did at the previous lantern festival.

They practiced a song for an entire afternoon, and no one had any complaints about the new lead singer. On the contrary, everyone thought it was quite interesting to change the lead singer occasionally.

At least that's the conclusion Hailing reached after observing everyone's expressions.

"......"

When it was time to disperse, everyone left the room one by one, leaving only Lixi and Deng, who was about to leave.

"that!"

"......"

"......"

Our eyes met... Hmm... It's rare for our eyes to meet.

Because most of the time, Lixi can't see her reflection in Deng's pupils. After all, Deng's feelings can be written on paper or sung in songs, but they will never appear in her eyes, ears, nose, or mouth offstage.

But today, when their eyes met, Li hope was at a loss for what to do.

“…I…that…light, why…”

"Thank you, Riki-chan."

"Huh?"

"......"

And so the conversation ended. It seemed that for Gao Songdeng, this was the only thing she wanted to say to Lixi.

"Ding-dong~ Is someone about to rekindle their old flame with our new lead singer? Waaaaah... I'm going to be the one suffering!"

"No... she, she's not the same as before, and neither am I. Now, the person I can't live without is you. You should understand that."

Li hope suddenly turned around, pounced on Xiao Yue and knocked her down on the sofa, his eyes filled with possessiveness.

"Nonsense, you can't write a new song without seeing my naked body, of course I know that."

Li hope blushed instantly, stammering as she tried to refute, but finally sighed helplessly and said in a shy tone, "Xiao Yue, I'm lacking inspiration for my new song."

Nanami Natsuki nodded with a grin and said, "Then I'll give Riki-chan some inspiration tonight~"

Chapter 144 Chu Hua: Did I become an wingman?

This is a small live house located deep in Shinjuku's Kabukicho district—Shinjuku LOFT.

Although the venue wasn't very large, its underground, slightly decadent and manic atmosphere surprisingly suited the band, which was now completely different from what it used to be.

Clutching the two complimentary tickets "gifted" from Nanami Natsuki, Chihaya Aine and Nagasaki Motoyo stood at the end of the entrance line. The noisy crowd and stuffy air around them made Aine feel a little suffocated.

"That guy... actually gave us front-row tickets." Ai Yin muttered, it was hard to tell whether she was grateful or complaining.