After school, he was then offered himself to a succubus

"Going home? Really, really?" Xu Mianmian bit her lower lip, flattered and surprised.

"Really?... Where else would you like to go?"

“No…” Xu Mianmian’s eyes seemed to draw out delicate threads, “They say a cunning rabbit has three burrows, but I’ve never had a home. Thank you for taking me in, sir…”

Perhaps having a family gave her a greater sense of security, which led her to change her address from 'little master' to 'master'.

"Just make yourself at home, but I have a lot of monsters in my house, so please don't fight..."

"Well, sir, what I mean by 'helping out' is... if you don't mind, I practiced my tongue skills last night, and if you have the time and inclination..."

"?"

Li Yu suddenly twisted his neck and glared at him with a ferocious expression:

"What are you babbling about, Lao Chen? What do you mean by 'the new female classmate is going to go home with you tonight'? Is that even Chinese?"

"No, no... I'm going to stay at my parents' house for the night," Xu Mianmian explained shyly and nervously.

"Sir? Why don't you call me master?"

"That's fine too..." Xu Mianmian said shyly.

Li Yu was even more desperate. "Chen, don't tell me you know Lin Yinmeng too. Please don't stand at attention during military training later, okay? Aren't you exempt from training? Go to the dorm and enjoy the air conditioning. I'm begging you."

"why?"

"Because Lin Yinmeng's team will be here to film later, to record military training videos for our school for free, and to find suitable amateur actors for the videos."

"After all, people who can still be on camera during military training must be good-looking, and I heard that the non-human candidates they are recruiting this time must be more masculine."

Li Yu got excited when he talked about this, straining his biceps: "When it comes to masculinity, I'm still top-notch."

Zhang Chen looked at Li Yu's thin arms and legs, finding it difficult to speak.

A short while later, the military training instructors arrived, and everyone lined up in formation.

The instructor arrived and immediately shouted out a set of commands in a loud voice, then ordered everyone to stand at attention:

"A photographer will be here to take pictures today! Keep your movements to a minimum! Your appearance today reflects on the school tomorrow. Standing at attention properly might bring a pleasant surprise!"

Upon hearing this, the whispers in the group started to increase again; almost everyone knew that Lin Yinmeng had returned to school to film a music video.

Zhang Chen then realized that most people were wearing makeup, including not only the girls but also a few boys.

Are you still hiring girls?

"They'll definitely need to hire extras too. It's not just about hiring one male lead. I bet that sweet girl you were flirting with will be hired soon."

As Li Yu spoke, he couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth, "I was thinking, even if I'm not the male lead, I should at least be the second male lead, right?"

"This is a real chance to get up close and personal with Lin Yinmeng, otherwise why would all the girls in the class be wearing such heavy makeup and have cakey powder..."

"Quiet!" the instructor suddenly shouted.

The crowd quieted down, and soon after, several people riding balance bikes and holding cameras appeared on the playground...

Everyone held their breath, stood tall and straightened their backs, their expressions serious, their eyes fixed on the camera, as if they wanted to get close enough to film. Some even started elbowing each other, and were dragged out by the instructors.

Including the few Jiahaos who raced against him yesterday, their desire to perform was extremely strong.

Zhang Chen took everything in.

Sigh, everyone's so competitive right now. It seems like being competitive is ingrained in the genes of the Chinese.

It can only be said that life is like a Swiss roll; some people get the Swiss roll, and some people get the roll itself.

He stood quite casually, his attention completely elsewhere than on showing himself off.

He was simply staring at the group of photographers, trying to see if anyone he wanted to see was among them...

Or a demon.

As the photography team passed the corner of the track, Zhang Chen saw Zhao Fangyi.

And... behind her, a woman who was unusually well-covered even in the middle of summer.

Sunglasses, face mask, baseball cap, coat, scarf, and knee-high boots.

Hmm... I feel like my clothes are probably soaked with sweat. I hope I'm not wearing stockings.

Of course, if it's a monster, then it will smell delicious.

Zhang Chen stared intently, and at a certain moment, the other person seemed to make eye contact with him for a brief instant.

Suddenly, the woman, like a little girl captivated by toys in a supermarket, stared blankly at this spot.

It was Zhao Fangyi who pushed him, and only then did the other person manage to move his feet with difficulty.

"Holy crap, I've got it!" Li Yu exclaimed with elation. "Old Chen, that's definitely Lin Yinmeng. She was looking at me just now. This is it!"

Zhang Chen nodded but did not respond.

as predicted.

[List of Yokai Included]

[Previous female demon from a past life already included: Nightingale (Lin Yinmeng)]

[Triggering past events...]

...

"Yinmeng, just leave the filming to us. You're dressed like a dumpling, won't people recognize you at a glance?"

Zhao Fangyi complained as she brought over a glass of cold water, fanning the stunningly beautiful woman in black stockings in front of her.

This 'mature woman' has a pair of phoenix eyes with upturned eyeliner at the corners, naturally formed under-eye bags, full lips, and a high, straight nose. She has an extremely heroic appearance and is the kind of stunning beauty that makes people want to kneel down and submit at first glance.

She sat in front of the vanity mirror, her skin, pale and cool, now flushed a light pink from the heat. The pink spread to her neck, and beads of sweat trickled down her body, peeking out from between her small white tank top and her pants...

Sweat dripped onto her legs, which were tightly encased in black stockings, and glistened as the mature woman swayed her long, slender legs without a care for her image.

However, despite her breathtaking beauty that kept people at a distance, she was currently holding a small fan, sticking out her little pink tongue, and breathing warm air onto it...

"It's so hot... Waaah..."

The already beautiful sound, after being processed by the fan, produced a melodious tone.

"You're a big star now, please," Zhao Fangyi snatched her small fan away. "Mind your image, okay?"

"You insist on coming out for a stroll in this heat. Sigh, you get upset when you sweat. I'm also wondering why you're wearing stockings?"

"He likes to watch it."

"?"

“Who are you trying to impress with this outfit, my big star…” Zhao Fangyi sighed. “You’re almost twenty-three, sister, how can you be more childish than me?”

"If word got out that the famous Lin Yinmeng never shows her face because of social anxiety... and is afraid to face the camera, who could stand that?"

"Fangyi, thank you for your hard work," Lin Yinmeng comforted her gently. "But this time, I have to be willful just this once."

"It's already pretty reckless of them to decide to shoot this music video," Zhao Fangyi said, rubbing her forehead.

“I still have some money on me. If the profits aren’t good this time, you can distribute the wages among everyone, and take the rest with you to pay for your mother’s medical treatment.”

Lin Yinmeng smiled gently; her sweet voice and warm smile were clearly at odds with her appearance, yet they created a unique and captivating chemistry.

"Are you really planning on this last dance, my sister?!"

Zhao Fangyi's voice trembled, "I don't understand. Accepting contracts and investments from those companies, or taking on some advertisements, is completely harmless. You have the ability to fight for independent creative rights, and no one would dare to bother you."

"Now, because you have no powerful backing, all sorts of shady characters dare to bully you... This is capital forcing you to submit. You can't just rely on fan donations every time you release a new song... At least sell an album, what kind of nonsense is this, offering every song for free..."

“I’m different.” Lin Yinmeng swung her little feet and slowly pulled off her slightly damp stockings. “I sing, never to make money or to become famous.”

"What else could it be for?" Zhao Fangyi said in despair. "Yinmeng, if you retire like this, everyone will be very sad."

"But I can't write any more songs," Lin Yinmeng murmured. "All along, I've just been plagiarizing the songs he wrote for me, but I can't remember so many of them..."

"But you still wrote a new song, didn't you? It's really good!"

"Because I remembered him." Lin Yinmeng sat down on the chair with her knees bent, pretending to be relaxed, like a wounded little bird hugging herself.

"I sing so that one day, he might be able to hear it."

"Who exactly is he...?"

"Hmm...he's a very, very bad person." Lin Yinmeng narrowed her eyes, scrolling through her phone, searching for someone's figure in the video she had just filmed.

Seeing Lin Yinmeng like this, Zhao Fangyi couldn't hold back any longer and spoke up:

“Yinmeng, let me tell you something. Hong Jin, do you remember him? He also graduated from our school. His father is a shareholder of Hongshi Entertainment and wants to take full control of the production of our new song, the shooting of the music video, and the subsequent promotion... This amount to at least 20 million.”

“That’s a lot of money.” Lin Yinmeng was still looking at her phone.

"Twenty million. Yinmeng, he just wants a lead role. If you don't like it, we can cut and rewrite the script with the romantic subplot, make it more abstract, and avoid any contact between you and him. We'll film separately..."

"I just talked to him. He won't make any changes to our team or make things difficult for us. He's just a rich kid who wants to have some fun... This money is even enough for us to release several more albums. Yinmeng, what do you think..."

"No," Lin Yinmeng said firmly. "I don't want to."

"Why? I don't understand, really, Nemuru..."

"Fangyi, is 300,000 enough to treat your mother's illness?" Lin Yinmeng asked.

"That's enough..."

"You work so hard just for this money, right? I can give it to you, but we can't accept any more."

"Yinmeng, then he can participate, at least in a supporting role..."

"Yes, you can participate, but you can't accept money," Lin Yinmeng instructed.

"Okay...I'm going to work." Zhao Fangyi lowered her head and prepared to leave the room.

"Wait a minute~" Lin Yinmeng suddenly called out to her again.

"If Mom can't be saved, you can come back to me, okay? I'll still be your good sister~" Lin Yinmeng's eyes curved into crescent moons as she encouraged her.

"Ah..." Zhao Fangyi was speechless for a moment.

"Go ahead and get busy~"

"Then Yinmeng, you should get some rest."

The door closed, and the cool air conditioning in the room helped Lin Yinmeng concentrate a little better. She closed her eyes.