Why play in a band if you don't form one for life?

"What...what are you doing?" Xiangzi slowly backed away, but had already bumped into the wall.

Shizi grabbed Xiangzi's hand and said, "If you have this symptom, it means you need to live. Come on!"

She dragged the reluctant Xiangzi away quickly. Before the others could react, several more jade slips flew in and carried away the drum set in front of Shuangye.

Ten minutes later, Xiangzi appeared at the door of the recording studio refreshed and in high spirits: "Life may be difficult, but we will work hard!"

Mahiru and Futaba opened their mouths at the same time: "Is there something that shouldn't be mixed into the live?"

Mahiru coughed lightly and came back to his senses: "Speaking of which, we also have to think about our plans after graduation. After all, it's okay if we're alone. If we all separate, it'll be a bit difficult to be in a band for life."

"It's okay," Xiangzi was still in the excitement after the live performance, "Didn't you just say that we can practice remotely through the Internet? Besides, Futaba and I are both in Kyoto, so we can at least play together."

"Huh?" Futaba looked at Xiangzi with a strange expression, "I... don't plan to go back to Kyoto."

"Huh?" Xiangzi looked back with the same expression.

There was silence for a long time.

"Futaba... aren't you going back to Kyoto with us?" Xiangzi asked with trembling lips.

"I..." Futaba turned her head away, "If I go back with Xiangzi, I won't be able to surpass you."

"Why……"

There was no trace of the casualness on Xiangzi's face. Instead, there was a mixture of shock, pain, anger, and resentment, but she forced herself to suppress it.

She glanced at the other people in the room and dug her nails into her palms.

"Let's go back first." She put down her bass and left.

“……” Futaba stood up, put down the drumsticks, and was about to chase after him.

"Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick."

"Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick."

"Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick."

"Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick."

The bell rings.

ps: Although for the sake of the completeness of the story, the following is still copied from the revue of the story... but I still think that copying does not count as creation, and the next two chapters will not be counted in the two daily updates.

Chapter 46 Revue of Grudge

The lights were focused on the stage, a Japanese-style hall.

The hall was filled with a tense atmosphere. A huge Prajna mask hung on the wall, and the lanterns surrounding it made it even more eerie.

Xiangzi was dressed as an oiran and sat on one side, while on the other side, Clo was smoking a pipe and dressed as a gangster.

Behind each of them, there were rows of signboards with pictures of faceless, rough men and lights.

Xiangzi slapped the dice in her hand in front of her face, and the dice made a cold shaking sound in it: "Thank you for coming, Sister Clo from the gambling house."

"Don't stare at me like that," Cloe calmly put away his pipe, "Sister Xiangzi, the one who rolls the dice."

Xiangzi's momentum remains undiminished.

"I can't forgive you..." She slowly took away the dice, revealing the two star buttons underneath, "You ate up my favorite snack box, made it a mess, and even mixed it with poison."

A wakizashi stabbed dully on the tatami in front of Clo.

"Oh?" Cloe winked sarcastically, "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

"Don't play dumb." Xiangzi's eyes became more dangerous, "If it weren't for you, it wouldn't have turned out like this."

The atmosphere was tense and it seemed like a fight would break out at any moment.

A shout came from nowhere, and it was timely: "Come on, place your bets!"

"Come on, place your bets!"

"Come on, place your bets!"

Surrounded by such voices, the two people's eyes clashed, at the two ends of the sharp edge of the wakizashi.

However, the wall where the Prajna mask was hung was suddenly blown open, and the smoke and vibration completely broke the atmosphere.

The two looked over and saw a huge shadow appear in the smoke and dust.

It was a luxuriously decorated truck. The headlights of the truck suddenly lit up and music started playing.

"I am burdened with lights, which is a bother to you," said Futaba's powerful voice, "I am a Japanese dancer, who is good at being on the stage."

She squatted in front of the car: "My last name is Ishido, and my first name is Shuangye."

"I have been practicing singing and dancing for eighteen years."

"My body is like a butterfly dancing unpredictably, and my words are like flowers blooming all in jest."

"I am sorry to bother you all, it's all because of the bad karma I have created."

She leaned down and made a starting gesture. The car lights flashed again, and she had changed into a stage girl uniform, with the halberd beside her, looking very majestic.

"Be the one who makes the bets ahead and decides the outcome."

"99th Ishiiwa Futaba."

"We each go our separate ways here."

"Come on, buy it and leave it!"

Xiangzi was stunned for a moment. Then she reacted and turned around: "Thank you for your trouble."

She stood up slowly, and a luxurious truck also crashed through the wall behind her, and its lights pierced through the smoke and dust.

"I am the twelfth generation successor of the Japanese dance Senka-ryu, and I am Kaori Hanagi."

"I taught Qingmei the art myself, and she taught me singing and dancing for seventeen years."

She picked up the wakizashi and made a gesture: "When the camellia blooms in spring, I think of tomorrow. When the calamus blooms in summer, I vow not to forget."

"Red leaves fall in autumn, and daffodils fall in winter."

She pulled her kimono apart, revealing a tattoo that was both ferocious and elegant, a unique touch for an oiran.

The lights flickered, and she changed into a stage girl uniform, with her naginata flashing in the light:

"No. 99 Raw Flower Liu Xiangzi."

"We each go our separate ways here."

"Come on, let's go with the flowers!"

Futaba chased after Xiangzi and ran out through the cut door.

Kuro looked at the two of them, shrugged helplessly, and looked up at a certain place in the sky: "Who is Futaba's original opponent? Send me there."

Kaori and Futaba run through a Japanese garden at night, naginata clashing with halberds, lights falling on them.

"I want to be the best dancer in the world!" Xiangzi complained, fighting and retreating, "And you said you wanted to be the closest to me - you were all lying to me!"

"I'm not lying to you!" Futaba retorted anxiously.

Flower: "One day, I will"

Ye: “Back to Back”

Flower: "Go see the brightest star"

Ye: “The Brightest Star”

"Of course I should be with you on my way forward!" Xiangzi shouted, still retreating.

The two walked on the stone road, gradually ran up the stairs and went to a high platform.

Hana: "We made such an agreement——"

"I'm not lying to you!" Futaba tried her best to explain, "But if I want to walk with you, it's not enough to just watch you from behind!"

"I must use my own two feet to step onto the stage," she approached step by step, "I want to reach higher! I want to stand on the top of the stage! I want to become the me who is worthy of you!"

Ye: “Before separation”

Flower: This Road

Ye: “For two people”

Flower: "Already gone"

Ye: “Enough”

Flowers: "Long Enough"

Flower/Leaf: "Too long, too long—"

The lights cast by the two people went out one by one as they walked along, and finally, as they stopped, they stopped at the top of the steps.

"It's not possible without making changes—" Futaba stretched out her hand almost eagerly, "Not only for me, but also for you."

"Okay?"

She waited for Xiangzi's answer.

However, the scene and music changed in an instant.

"Han~"

The Sexy main hall is filled with nightclub-style decorations, and lazy and seductive lights fill the interior.

The music also turns melancholy.

Xiangzi, wearing seductive clothes, sat indifferently at the bar shrouded in green light, shaking a glass of champagne in her hand.

"Annoying." She uttered a small word, "Ha... Really annoying."

Futaba was wearing a gentleman's suit and sitting on the sofa, at a loss.

Xiangzi sat across from her: "What? Your 'it's all for you' vibe. It's annoying."

Behind them was a green light on one side and a purple light on the other. In the middle, a golden Buddha was watching from behind a bamboo curtain.

Hua: "It's really annoying~ annoying~"

Hua: "Always talking to yourself~ talking to yourself~"

"Why can one person make the decision?" Xiangzi turned her head.

Futaba avoided looking.

"Hey." Xiangzi looked at her, urging.

Hua: "Don't make eye contact with me~ Eye contact~"

Futaba finally said something without confidence: "You will object..."

Xiangzi let out a long sigh.

Futaba continued: "I don't know how far I can go... I'm not as steady as Mahiru, not as hardworking as Hoshimi, and even further away from Heaven and Kuro... Now I think I need to at least get into Tokyo Aomine-za, and normally I need to be able to join the Festival Theater..."

Ye: “I can’t understand it.”

Flower: "To you like this"

Ye: “I can talk to you”

Flower: "Words That Can Be Said"

Ye: “There is not a single word left.”

Hana: "So, that's all."

Xiangzi's hand slammed hard on the piano keys, and the heavy sound startled Futaba. She looked over and found Xiangzi sitting in the palm of the Buddha statue with a piano in front of her.

"'I want to be as close to you as possible and witness the brilliance with you, Xiangzi.'" She repeated Futaba's previous vow and turned her head away angrily, "Big liar!"

In a flash, she appeared on the other side, in a water jar placed on a high platform. The water in her wine bottle filled the jar and overflowed, forming a small waterfall.

"Hmph," her eyes burned with jealousy, "Seeing the stars? Heaven? It's all right, any other woman is all right - it's really annoying, the adults' excuses."

She leaned in front of Futaba, her breath kissing her cheeks: "Okay, tell me... You can't bear it anymore, right?"

"Come outside and have a fight."