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

When he said this, his handsome face remained neither red nor pale.

He only dared to be so presumptuous because An Qing wasn't around.

If An Qing were present, she would probably be met with a hiss from a house cat, the debuff being a reduction in magic defense.

"Hehe... I knew it, you're an upright person..."

Miya breathed a sigh of relief. "That's great... now we can play together forever."

"..."

Su Che was deeply moved by what he heard.

Do I feel like my child is viewing me through a biased lens?

What if she sees herself as the kind of person who is honest, upright, pursues elegance, and values ​​the spiritual world more than material needs?

“Miya, I just did what I was supposed to do, it might not be as perfect as you think…”

"No, you promised to come play with me, and you kept your promise today, which shows you value this..."

The cat didn't say the second half of the sentence, which was "it also hindered An Qing".

It was obvious that An Qing was originally going to come along today, but Su Che said, "I'll bring her home later, you go buy some groceries for me first."

They even put out a menu to scare the cat away...

This inhumane behavior successfully bullied the house cat and proved that the cat was indeed gentle and obedient.

Even though she felt wronged, she still angrily carried her bag and went to buy groceries.

【The kind and lovely An Qing deserves a reward.】

This rare moment of relaxation is worth cherishing.

Su Che relaxed from being tense and gained a sense of breathing.

HP+1.

"I heard you have another performance this week? It's a collaboration between three groups. Is that right?"

"?! How did you know?"

Su Che turned his head to look at the kitten with concern.

"Ah... this... this is what I, uh, saw by accident in the mini-program... you know, I also follow Tianlai's official account, and then..."

Miya stammered, her face burning hot.

Su Che wasn't stupid; he knew she might be secretly observing his team's movements. A thought struck him, and he began to bait her:

"Miya, are you interested in our performance?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Why would you pay attention to a new team? Your skill level is far superior to ours, and your team must be incredibly strong too, right? Why would you be interested in a new team?"

He smiled and cajoled as he typed "maimai" (a type of online game), trying to entice the other player.

"I...we were newbies once too, who doesn't have a newbie phase? I just...I thought your performance was really good."

This is a lie.

"Under someone's tutelage, Miya didn't even have a beginner phase."

Or rather, the novice stage is fleeting.

The experience of such a talented player cannot fool Su Che.

He smiled, then changed the subject and asked:

"Really? What's so great about my performance?"

"..."

Seeing that he wouldn't let it go, Miya had no choice but to bite the bullet and tell the truth—

"He looks good everywhere. Playing the piano is cute, but it's also very cool and makes people stare at him..."

"..."

"Then you'll be very concerned because your teammates are also secretly watching you. I'm worried that they'll suddenly stop performing and drag you backstage... um."

"…Um?!"

Su Che couldn't distinguish whether "not acting" meant they had stopped acting or something else. In any case, this information meant that while he was observing them in secret, they were also watching him.

"They'll look at me?"

"That's right. Yuan Xiao will look at you when he's flustered, but he won't say anything."

The drummer's occasional glances up weren't to look at the sheet music, but to look at you;

The bassist doesn't look at the audience at all; she ignores them, but she's secretly watching you…

"no?"

"Not to mention the keyboard, because the workload in the song is relatively small and the orchestration is not fully utilized, so she can look at you at any time."

As for your lead singer… while you were doing your solo with your head down, he also turned and glanced at you. It was a very… very blatant expression of admiration.”

"Okay, I got it. Let's not talk about this anymore."

Su Che panicked, feeling that some things shouldn't be investigated too deeply, as they were too outrageous.

So she immediately changed the subject: "Miya, what flaws do you think there were in our team's performance?"

After hearing the good things, he wanted to hear the bad things.

By listening to what professionals say negatively, you can more accurately identify problems.

But Miya pondered for a moment and gave a strange answer—

"There are some flaws. Aside from the performance issues, I can tell that your teammates were a little restrained during their performances."

"receive?"

"Yes, they didn't use their full strength. Except for Yuan Xiao."

"!"

Upon hearing this, Su Che frowned slightly. "Is that so?"

"Yes."

Miya shared her most direct feelings from the audience:

“An Qing has a lot of room for growth, but she keeps imitating other singers.”

The bassist's playing seemed casual, even though her guitar could clearly support her in creating a much bigger live performance.

The drummer and keyboardist were keeping their performance under wraps, constantly highlighting the other teammates and trying to leave the stage to the front..."

After hearing this, Su Che fell into deep thought.

Miya's point was that everyone's performance on the "Heavenly Voice" stage did not reach the expected level; frankly, it was because they had too many concerns, resulting in unsatisfactory results.

"If you were to rate 'Seven Colors' on a scale of 1 to 10, what score would you give it?"

"7 points."

Miya gave the answer without hesitation.

"7 points..."

Clearly, this is not a score that can win a major competition.

Su Che quickly calculated that there were still two months until the qualifiers.

During these two months, "Seven Colors" will have two more opportunities to perform, which will allow them to gain stage experience and receive audience feedback.

As long as we don't lose the most important matches, everything else can be managed.

The level of chemistry with teammates, the degree of integration between them, and the willingness to build such a bond are all things that you need to work on yourself.

"Su Che, your team can't play without you."

"...That's true."

He couldn't refute that.

"But a strong team can always find new and better players to keep going, no matter who is missing."

Miya paused, then cut to the chase, "So your team's biggest weakness..."

"It's you."

She stretched out her small hand and pointed to him beside her.

"..."

-

So, the source of all evil is me.

Walking home, someone was still pondering the girl's blunt conclusion.

A single word awakened him from his dream.

If it breaks down, wouldn't the "seven colors" also dissipate?

There is absolutely no possibility of moving forward again.

Since the core is oneself, the decisive factor in whether or not everyone can unite to win the trophy must also be oneself.

My long-held belief that "as long as I raise the cats well, use them as my tools, and maximize their potential, I will definitely succeed" has been completely shattered.

To be honest, I am an extreme idealist and I don't care whether the people around me are hurt by emotional issues. If I do care, it's only because the other person has been chosen as an important pawn on my path to realizing my ideals, a handy tool.

Then the question is coming,

If I don't apply "force" to these tools, will they move on their own?

Obviously not.

If the "force" they apply is off-target, will they remain forever resilient and never break?

Of course, that's impossible.