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

"And Junna."

"I understand," the giraffe said, without changing his posture, "but no."

"Because of the rules of the stage?" Nana asked.

“That’s right,” said the giraffe.

Nana's eyes were hidden in the shadows and could not be seen clearly.

Shiko stopped behind Nana: "Just this once."

"This time?"

"That's right." Shizi nodded, "I promise that you will meet her on another stage in the near future. At that time, your love, your hatred, your desire, and your paranoia can all be expressed at that time."

Shizi repeated: "There will be that stage."

"How can you be sure?" Nana turned around, with no satisfaction or joy in her eyes.

Shizi just smiled mysteriously.

"Because," she reached out and touched Nana's cheek, "there's still light inside of you."

"That radiance will make you fight, clash, and burn—" She walked to the giraffe and looked back at Nana, "It will also make people—"

"I can't refuse." Her voice overlapped with the giraffe's.

After Nana left, the giraffe looked down at Shizi again.

"Wild Screen Baroque is no longer complete," it said, but its tone did not sound regretful.

Shizi didn't look at it: "How was this Audition?"

The giraffe pondered for a while and said, "It's not over yet, so we can't jump to conclusions. But, so far, it's already dazzling enough."

"Well, do you mind if I tone down the wild screen baroque's brilliance a bit?" asked Shizi.

"for her?"

"For her."

"I see."

Junna was on her way back to the library. She had won the Revue just now, but she couldn't be proud of it.

"Pride is the product of ignorance." - Socrates.

When I think of the famous quote, my heart calms down.

Okay, next I'll go back and finish that set of test papers -

"The next answer is AADCB." Shizi's voice appeared in her ears like a ghost.

"Ah!" She almost fell against the wall.

"What? Is everyone locked up?" Shizi pulled her back in time.

Junna stood up again and adjusted his crooked glasses in dissatisfaction: "Why tell me the answer?"

"I'm just guessing." Shizi said this, but then he started to smile evilly, "However, if you believe this, but after doing two questions you find that the answer is the same as what I said, you will fall into a hell of endless suspicion, and your mind will be full of 'Did Shizi give me the answer?'..."

"No way." Junna looked at her boredly, "I just remembered that I was doing fill-in-the-blank questions before. If I have nothing else to do, I will go back and do the big questions."

"Wait, wait!" Shizi hurriedly stopped her, "I have something important to do."

"What?" Junna still looked at Shizi with boredom.

"What is your regret?" Shizi asked.

"Oh, this..." Junna adjusted her glasses.

"Wait!" she suddenly shouted, "Is this a question you can ask casually?"

"So I said I had something important to do."

"No... I mean to ask this kind of question we should experience something very important together, leaving precious memories for both of us, and then be triggered by something and say it out loud according to the atmosphere..." Junna held her forehead, "At least that's what dramas and comics say. It's definitely not like asking 'what's for dinner'!"

Shizi was a little embarrassed when he heard this: "I actually hoped for such a development... But I'm sorry, I just eliminated that opportunity."

"what?"

"It's a chance for you to satisfy your regrets." Shizi said, "I'm sorry."

"Even if you say that, I don't feel it's real...but why?"

Shizi thought about it and decided to continue being a riddler: "I have witnessed some glitters before, but the giraffe has not. It came here to witness these glitters, so I have to leave some expectations for it and not let it leave directly after being satisfied."

"I don't understand..." Junna really didn't understand at all, "Forget it, let me ask you why you are asking about my regrets."

"As long as someone understands their regrets, I want to do my best to help." Shizi sat down by the wall and patted his side to ask Junna to sit over. "I already know the regrets of many people, and the only thing I can do is to bring them back to reality. Now I see that you seem to have figured it out, so you came to ask if I can help you with anything else."

Chunna sat down obediently: "How do you know that I have some thoughts? Did you read my mind?"

"I'm not a Japanese. I can control my mind-reading ability." Shizi quickly explained, "I usually don't take the initiative to see what you are thinking. I just look at your mood changes. Some time ago, Chunchun seemed to be anxious all the time. Now he doesn't seem to be anxious anymore, but he seems to be a little distressed, so I guessed whether you have made up your mind."

After hearing this, Junna became convinced and fell silent.

Shizi did not rush and waited quietly.

"...Forget it," Junna finally thought it through, "If it's Shizi, I can tell her."

Shizi listened carefully.

"I've told you before, right? It's the famous sayings that have kept me going until now." Junna closed her eyes. "Now, we do everything by our own initiative. Even if we do nothing, no one will bother us. But relying on this kind of self-awareness alone, I can't maintain the same intensity of study as I did in Shengxiang. Every time, it's the famous sayings that spur me on, urge me, and keep me in the best condition."

"If you want to fly in the sky, you must learn how to stand, run, and dance. - Nietzsche." She recited sentence by sentence, "As long as you don't lose your goal and keep working hard, you will eventually be saved. - Goethe."

"But..." Her voice deepened. "Recently I've begun to doubt whether it's really okay to just rely on quotes."

"As I continued to recite, I only felt more and more empty and doubtful," she said. "So, my biggest wish now is to find the language that supports me again. I want to use my own language to push myself forward."

Junna looked at Shizi: "This is what I wish for now. Shizi, can you help me?"

Shizi thought for a while and stood up: "I am not an omnipotent wish-granting machine. Only you can discover the power of your own words."

"But," she put on the same glasses as Junna, and her temperament and voice changed, "Everyone has a star destined for them. A shining star, a bright star, a shooting star. Even if I can't see my star, from today on I will no longer be someone who only knows how to look up. 99th generation student, Junna, the star will meet me. I will definitely catch my own star!"

"Huh?" Junna was stunned. "Are you playing me?"

Shizi took off his glasses, his voice returned to normal, and sat back down next to Junna: "It's been a while since I've played like this... Anyway, Jun-jun, your words are enough to push me forward."

Junna was still immersed in the small shock of having her voice imitated. It took her a long time to come back to her senses and smiled with relief: "Thank you."

Shizi smiled back: "Did I help you?"

"I'm still... a little scared," Junna answered, "I'm afraid I won't be able to walk my own path on my own. But I've gained some confidence."

"That's good." Shizi said, nodded finally, and disappeared on the spot as if in a dream.

Chapter 49: Become a star in the world

Shizi's consciousness floated in space, and he had to find a deserted place to rebuild his body.

However, a flash of sword light came and forced her to show up.

She used her new body to take a few steps on the ground before she regained her balance and could see the scene clearly.

This is a bedroom balcony.

Outside the window are the colors flowing in the space cracks. If gravity disappears at this moment, Shizi might think of the water surface seen from below.

But if gravity disappears, there will be no up or down, right?

She stood there for a long time, thinking about the problem of gravity.

Nana, who was sitting on the rattan chair next to her, didn't say a word. She looked at her standing there for a long time. After a while, she took out a booklet and wrote lyrics. She thought while writing. Soon she had a draft. Then she put the book away and turned around:

"what's up?"

"..." Nana didn't want to complain at all at this moment. She frowned and said, "Those words should have been said by me. You took away my part."

"What?" Shizi's eyes rolled around, "Oh, Chunchun's matter?"

Nana didn't say anything, which was considered as her agreement.

"..." Shizi stared at Nana's eyes speechlessly, "Jealous?"

Nana lowered her head slightly: "Maybe."

"No matter what you think, I'm just doing what I can." Shizi sat down on the rattan chair next to Nana and put her arms on the small table between them. "What about you? Do you need me to do anything?"

"My regret?" Nana opened her mouth slightly, "In the past, I was the one who asked everyone this question."

"So, has anyone asked you this question?" asked Shizi.

"...Juna." Nana said finally.

Shizi leaned forward with interest and asked, "What's your answer?"

Nana looked at Shizi calmly: "You know what I will say."

Of course Shizi knew.

After all, Nana is the same person as her.

At this time, there is only one wish——

No need to say more. I have already said what I should have said, and to say it again would be hypocritical.

When Junna opened the door, she saw Nana sitting alone on the balcony.

Early morning in the recording studio.

The guitar just stopped.

Kita put away his guitar and breathed a sigh of relief: "Take a break, Xiao Yili."

Yili heard this and then noticed that she was sweating all over. Even in winter, it would still be like this after being excited for a long time. She put away her guitar and took out a napkin from her pocket.

"Here." Before she could take it out, Kita handed her a wet towel.

"Thank you." She took it naturally, wiped the sweat off her face, and Kita handed her a bottle of water.

Yili was a little shy: "Xiao Xiduo... there's no need to do this, I just drank some water..."

"Little Yili is so cute, I can't help but want to take care of him." Kita insisted on putting the water bottle into Yili's hand.

“……” Yili turned his face away and drank silently.

Ichiri drank half of the water and handed it back. Kita took it and naturally tilted his head back to pour it into his mouth, finishing the rest of the water in the bottle.

After drinking, she found Yili was staring at her with red cheeks.

She immediately understood: "No - I just got up."

Yili's eyes dimmed.

Xiduo covered his mouth and smiled: "Then..."

Yili's eyes suddenly blurred, and before he could react, everything was over.

"Are you satisfied?" Kita stood there, licked his lips, and looked at her seductively.

Yili thought about it, nodded, and sat down against the wall.

Kita sat next to her: "Audition, more than half of the schedule has passed."

Yili was a little surprised: "Half?"

"Hey, hey," Kita poked him unhappily, "At least calculate it, after all, it's your own business."

"I don't understand..." Yili hugged his knees sadly.

"…I'm sorry." Kita's expression froze for a moment, and he patiently explained, "It's about twenty-seven days in total. We've played fifteen games so far, but because the schedule is slow now, there are still twenty days left."

"Ah..." Yili counted on his fingers, "So I won seven or eight games, do I have a chance to become the champion?"

"Give up if you don't have any." Kita fanned her hands, "I heard that Tendou-san, Nishijo-san, Sayo-san, Minato-san, and CHU?-san, they all seem to have never lost... and they will keep winning."

"I've never lost..." Ichiri was a little frustrated, "I met Maya-san once, and I really couldn't beat him at all..."

"After all, this is their home court. I won less than you." Kita comforted.

"But...aren't there still girls in bands who have never lost?" Yili was still depressed.

"They..." Kita recalled what those people looked like recently.