At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

They couldn't help but feel worried for her.

"Get ready. You only have time for one song. After you finish, you can go back and wait for my message, or you can sit around and wait for the other team to arrive so you can enjoy their performance."

"it is good…"

The women filed in and headed straight for the stage.

The café is spacious, and the stage is clearly newly built to allow coffee lovers to enjoy afternoon tea.

To the right of the bar is the stage area, which is half the size of the stage at Tianlai, but it's still big enough for 5-6 people to stand on.

To the right is a floor-to-ceiling window, allowing passersby to see clearly inside.

Therefore, it is key to not be afraid of outsiders when performing.

If I'm nervous, or if I take the wrong picture because of onlookers pointing and giving directions, I'll just send it directly.

"It's a bit difficult."

After Lingyao confirmed it, she arranged for everyone to tune and test the sound.

"Five minutes to prepare, four minutes to perform. The countdown begins now."

The person in charge leaned against the bar, arms crossed, looking down at the stage.

There was no intention of making the girls a cup of coffee; it felt completely like an interview.

An invisible pressure arises; a trial lies ahead.

The members of the "Water Color" team divided up their tasks, using the limited time to arrange their belongings and begin tuning.

Mengjie didn't even have a chance to sing; she had no choice but to bite the bullet and go on.

"Three, two, one, GO."

The recording equipment was already running in the audience.

Facing the camera, scrutiny, and the constant glances from passersby outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, it would be unrealistic to expect the women to be completely focused.

Sure enough, Wang Meng's pitch was off from the very first note, going off by a semitone.

But the musicians played their parts well, so she quickly regained her composure, readjusted in the second measure, and caught up with everyone.

As time went on, the person in charge's expression gradually changed from slight interest to boredom, and he didn't even want to look anymore. He just brewed himself an Americano and sipped it.

As the start of the workday approached, the other employees arrived one after another, pushing open the door and heading backstage to change into their uniforms.

With more attention coming from all sides, the flaws of the "Water Color" band inevitably became exposed in proportion to their flaws.

Their practice completion rate and rehearsal frequency were so worrying that only Ling Yao and YUI were in good form, while the others were all deemed hopeless by the person in charge.

"STOP".

The person in charge called a halt, "That's enough. You, you, and you, pack up and go home."

She sipped her coffee, her tone cold and absolute.

"Even if no other team competes, I won't choose you. Understand?"

"Why...! We've already tried so hard!"

Meng Jie seemed slightly dissatisfied, treating the person in charge as a complete stranger who didn't understand music, assuming that she couldn't hear the flaws on her side.

"Why? Hehehe..."

The person in charge took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes without any fine lines.

"Then I'll tell the truth?"

She smiled and said to Wang Meng, "The cut is off, the pitch is off by a degree, the singing style is all technique, there is no emotion, the voice is plain and unremarkable, and it sounds very old-fashioned."

With your skill level, you can only get 3 hours of live song requests at a late-night food stall for 200 yuan. You won't earn a penny more. Do you understand?

Furthermore, you are completely unsuitable for this team's name; you're somewhat insulting the word "water color."

"you……!"

Sister Meng was so angry that her face turned a deep purplish-red; she was completely stunned by the rage.

For a moment, he couldn't even speak.

"That's so unfair... If you don't want to choose, then don't choose. Why belittle us like this?"

Wang Lu, who was standing nearby, couldn't stand it anymore and pulled Meng Jie away.

Du Yuan and the two of them had always stuck together as a small group. Seeing Sister Meng storm out and slam the door, she naturally packed her things and jogged after her, leaving YUI and Ling Yao behind in the shop.

"Aya, what should we say?"

YUI didn't argue with the person in charge's harsh words. After all, what they said was the truth. If his team was no good, then it was no good. He could even take Lingyao and the other team away at any time, so it was okay to just give up.

Before Ling Yao could speak, the person in charge spoke again:

"You two little ones, your level is barely passable."

"!"

"However, getting involved with those contestants ruined his music career."

"..."

The two women exchanged a glance, both reading from each other's eyes the implication that they should stay a little longer.

“We want to see the team behind us,” Ling Yao said.

"Sure. They're professionals, let's watch it together."

The person in charge made two extra iced lattes and handed them to the two women, saying, "Here you go."

"Thank... thank you!"

Ling Yao was flattered and a little confused about what the other party meant.

She and YUI took the coffee and found a seat facing the stage so they could enjoy the performance more directly.

There weren't many customers in the shop yet. After taking a sip of her latte, Ling Yao couldn't help but widen her beautiful eyes.

I was stunned by the unexpected taste.

"It tastes so good!"

Yui licked her lips and continued sipping her drink.

"Of course. Kyoto Latte is messing with you."

The person in charge gave a smug hum, showing no emotion, and turned his gaze into the distance.

Around 9:25,

Quite punctual, the second team arrived.

Ling Yao looked in that direction and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Is everyone wearing masks...?"

She murmured, then after a second, changed her mind and said, "No, that incredibly cute little girl wasn't wearing it."

Wow, her hair looks like it's dyed purple!

"Light purple is a soft color...!"

Both women were moved upon seeing the cute girl.

The other musicians had silver highlights in their hair, wore matching team uniforms—black punk chain style—and were all about the same height, clearly having been selected through a selection process.

The little girl was the only one walking at the front, her status suggesting she was the core of the team.

As the footsteps approached, she pushed open the door first and greeted the person in charge:

"Hello, we are the 'Silver Travel Ship' band. I'm the lead vocalist, my stage name is Bai Chu, you can just call me Chuchu."

"Oh my? Interesting, Chu Chu, you're such a beautiful little girl."

The person in charge clearly also liked the pretty girl, and immediately praised her without any hesitation.

"I'm glad you like it."

Bai Chu spoke softly and weakly, as if she were in a listless state, her breath shallow and weak.

This made Ling Yao, who was nearby, worry for her, wondering, "Can someone with such an ethereal voice really sing well...?"

Yui chimed in with a smile, "Although we shouldn't have stereotypes about cute girls, she just makes you want to touch her..."

"Speaking of which, her blood must be sweet, right?"

"Saliva must be too."

"..."

Bai Chu seemed to have overheard the discussion, and politely turned around, giving a smile as she looked back.

“wuu……~!”

The two women were finally able to see her face directly, and they were both instantly captivated by her stunningly beautiful appearance.

"So cute..."

"Please get together with me!"

It has to be said that her sweet facial features paired with light purple shoulder-length hair, despite being less than 6 meters tall, give her an excellent dizzying effect.

Bai Chu's skin was very white, an unhealthy, sickly pale white, with little color in her face, and her lips were not as bright and rosy as An Qing's.

She wasn't wearing elaborate makeup; instead, she was dressed in a very simple solid-color halter dress with floral patterns that reached her knees.

She was only around a B cup, slender with a waist that could be encircled by one hand, and wore strappy sandals on her small feet. Her toes were like seashells and she had cute star-shaped nail polish.

Her four teammates behind her remained silent throughout.

He didn't say a word, dressed in black, like a secret agent.

But the person in charge didn't care about all that and directly asked them to go on stage and start performing.

"Time is tight, we'll be opening soon. So, is everyone ready?"

"Yes. We can start anytime."

Bai Chu took out her personal microphone from her bag.