Band Girl Drink Mixing Action

Band Girls Drink Mixing Action Author: Lin Mingqing

As a pure aquatic creature that cannot understand other people's emotions, Qingchuan Xiang quit the band that puzzled her, and then was confidently enjoying her unpredictable daily life. Unexpectedly, she encountered a major blow from multiple black holes. Even free water cannot remain unscathed if it is sucked into a black hole, right?

"Hey, tomorin, give me my daily life back!"

"Xiang...you can't quit the band."

An interesting attempt, a very romantic band journey. During the journey, maybe we can also try to visit the small bar of Qingchuanxiang and order a non-alcoholic sugar rush.

Chapter 01 Rain, End, New Beginning

The heavy rain covered the entire city. The boundless rain curtain was so appropriate at this time. It not only soaked Toyokawa Shoko's whole body mercilessly, but also made Shoko's mood even worse and depressed.

Life strikes down on everyone mercilessly, but this time, it hit Toyokawa Shoko especially hard, practically knocking her to the ground. She had never imagined she'd be troubled by the issue of "money," but the truth was, she no longer had the energy to devote even a fraction of her energy to the band she once loved so much and considered her a shared destiny.

Ha, a community of shared destiny... This term has now become an infinite mockery of Toyokawa Shoko's childish thoughts. She is just a student, yet she dares to talk nonsense and casually bet on the fate of her life.

Today, Shoko Toyokawa came to end everything between herself and crychic.

Xiangzi walked along the all-too-familiar path to the door of the rehearsal room he used to frequent. His pride prompted him to try to straighten his clothes so he wouldn't look too disheveled, but unfortunately, it had little effect. Xiangzi sighed, feeling that his situation hadn't gotten any better since the day of his misfortune.

Entering the rehearsal room, the band members' reactions varied. Nagasaki Motoyo, usually the most attentive to the band members, saw Shoko soaking wet and immediately pulled out a handkerchief. Takamatsu Touma breathed a sigh of relief, his nervousness over Shoko's unexplained lateness finally relaxing a bit. Shiina Riki glanced at them calmly, as if asking if practice could begin. Wakaba Mutsu, already aware of what was going on, remained seated at the very edge, his back to the others, perhaps unwilling to see what was about to happen...

There was one person missing. Xiangzi immediately noticed the discrepancy in the number of people. Qingchuan Xiang, the rhythm guitarist in the band, was not there.

But this little accident was not enough to stop Xiangzi's purpose today. Xiangzi slapped away the handkerchief that Su Shi wanted to wipe the rain off him, and tried his best to make his voice not sound trembling: "I want to quit CRYCHIC."

"Hey..." Nagasaki Suyo's voice trembled, and the heavy pressure of the rainy weather seemed to block her throat. "Wait a minute, let's sit down first... What happened? Is there something wrong with us?"

"It's my own problem." Xiangzi's words left no room for maneuver, blocking any possibility of discussion.

The unexpected cold words shocked everyone present except Mu, but it didn't matter anymore. No matter if it was pretending not to understand and trying humbly to keep him, or feeling sad and guilty about being unilaterally severed, or being scolded in anger... it didn't matter anymore. All the conflicts finally ended in the chilling silence with the sentence "I've never felt happy playing in a band."

Enough, the purpose of my trip has been achieved. Staying here any longer would only make me feel weaker. Xiangzi said goodbye and turned and walked away quickly, with a look of panic and escape. The rain continued to fall as hard as when he arrived, without a single drop. Instead, it was getting heavier.

Xiangzi walked back into the rain, unobstructed, out of sight of his bandmates. Overwhelmed, he lowered his previously proud head, his mind racing with thoughts: his dire financial situation, the confusion and anger of his bandmates, the anxiety about his uncertain future...

At the very end, Toyokawa Shoko suddenly remembered that she had a guitarist she had not said goodbye to, and the image of that girl named Kiyokawa Sho and the personality traits she had displayed in the past began to emerge in her mind.

Had the pressure really overwhelmed my brain? I had just remembered that Qingchuan Xiang was usually late on rainy days. I had the impression that this young lady had a serious romantic idea about rain and was very happy to experience the process of walking in the rain.

This might be considered a minor quirk, but it usually didn't cause any trouble to others, so it became a memorable little trait. As a result, it caused trouble for Xiangzi at this time.

Toyokawa Shoko's self-esteem and sense of responsibility mean that even if she wants to break off relations with her old friends, she will never leave without saying goodbye. Even saying goodbye on Line is considered by Shoko to be an unacceptable act of evasion. This is why even though Shoko knows that she will feel extremely sad when saying goodbye to everyone in person, she still takes the initiative to end this bond that has become a burden.

Since Qingchuan Xiang was not present just now, he naturally needed to find her again and explain things clearly so that he could completely say goodbye to the past.

But where should I find Qingchuan Xiang? Should I go back to the rehearsal room and wait for Qingchuan Xiang to come? And then I have to meet the band members who I just said such cruel words to? Or maybe I should just give it a break.

As he pondered this, Xiangzi had unknowingly stopped walking, standing in the rain. The raindrops pummeled his entire body, causing it to sting. He could even feel a slight chill running through his body. He was sure he'd get seriously ill if he went back. His first thought wasn't about cherishing his own health, but about the extra expense of curing it.

Good fortune never comes alone, nor does misfortune. Xiangzi shook his head bitterly, dragging his increasingly heavy body, and started walking again.

"Xiangzi, why are you here?" A somewhat cold voice came from the rain, which made Xiangzi subconsciously look at the source of the voice. It was the person who caused him trouble, Qingchuan Xiang.

Qingchuan Xiang didn't carry her guitar; she always rented instruments from live houses, so she only carried a long-handled umbrella, which she didn't open. Instead, she walked in the rain like Xiangzi. But unlike Xiangzi, who looked like a stray dog, Qingchuan Xiang seemed particularly comfortable in the rain. She didn't care about the rain hitting her at all, and even accepted it with joy.

Her pearly gray hair was neatly tied back at the side of her head. Her delicate features were bare of makeup, yet a watery sheen lent them an air of clarity. She wore a neutral white shirt and dark trousers, the shirt, now soaked to the point of being transparent, clung to Qingchuan Xiang's figure, highlighting her slender waist. She looked as ethereal and beautiful as an elf born from the rain.

"Is today's practice over?" Qingchuan Xiang blinked her clear blue eyes like water drops a little embarrassedly. "Sorry, it hasn't rained this hard lately. I might have been too engrossed."

Without waiting for Xiangzi to reply, Qingchuan Xiang opened the umbrella in her hand and tilted it towards Xiangzi, shielding her head from the heavy rain.

"Take it and use it. I won't be late for next practice. Return it to me then."

Xiangzi looked at the umbrella tilted above his head and Qingchuan Xiang who handed it to him. She had a smile on her lips and didn't care about the heavy rain around her. She looked as free and easy as before, as if nothing could bother her for a moment.

Perhaps because the oppression of the heavy rain was blocked by the umbrella, Xiangzi actually felt a little relieved for the first time in a long time.

After hesitating for a moment, Xiangzi gently pushed back Qingchuan Xiang's hand that was offering the umbrella, surrounding himself with a layer of sharp thorns that pushed away outsiders and didn't want others to touch his pitiful self-esteem. "No, thank you... I've already quit CRYCHIC."

Qingchuan Xiang looked at Xiangzi strangely and did not take back his umbrella: "But what does this have to do with you needing an umbrella now?"

Was this the point? Puzzlement, uneasiness, anger... none of these reactions Xiangzi had expected, leaving him unsure how to react to Xiang's words.

"Judging from your expression, maybe I should have reacted more strongly to your declaration of wanting to quit the team?"

"No... I mean, I've already quit the band. We don't have any relationship anymore, and you don't need to pity me like this."

"I feel sorry for you." Qingchuan Xiang looked at Xiangzi again, "You really look very embarrassed now."

"..." Xiangzi found it difficult to accept the overly straightforward statement for a moment. Even though she knew that her current situation was indeed quite terrible, being told directly that she was in a miserable state still dealt a heavy blow to her self-esteem.

That pathetic self-esteem was all Xiangzi had left, and he subconsciously fought back:

"A person as carefree as you, Miss Qingchuan, would never fall into such a state of disgrace, right? Of course you can be so high and mighty and speak so shamelessly about the appearance of others!"

"It's not just your appearance, it seems like you're in a bad mood too." Qingchuan Xiang didn't care about Xiangzi's barbed words, "But I don't think attacking me will make your situation any better?

"Also, you weren't in this state when you told Deng and the others that you wanted to quit the team just now, were you?"

"..."

"They'll be very sad, Xiangzi. Oh, Lixi might be a little different. She'll probably be more angry."

Of course Xiangzi knew that today he was like a completely different person. All the education he received was thrown out of the window. He no longer had the demeanor of a young lady, but was more like a stubborn and unreasonable shrew.

But she was so tired that Xiangzi really didn't have the energy to make herself look decent. Now she couldn't even tell whether the water on her face was rain or tears that had secretly flowed.

Looking at Xiangzi who fell into silence, Qingchuan Xiang sighed: "Now you need to take a good bath and drink a cup of hot tea.

"If you don't mind, come home with me. If you have anything to say, you can change into dry clothes first."

"I don't need it... You clearly have no obligation to take care of it—"

"That's enough, Xiangzi. You've hurt others, and now you don't even care about yourself. And I don't know what you're defending."

Qingchuan Xiang suddenly and forcefully held Xiangzi's hand. Xiangzi only felt a gentle and delicate touch wrapping around his hand, and then a burst of strength pulled him forward.

Qingchuan Xiang walked in front of him like this, and the heavy rain seemed to be broken by her. The sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella was like dense drumbeats, concealing Xiangzi's increasingly beating heart; pearly gray hair wrapped with water droplets, shining with silver light, embellished with an illusory crown of light worn on Xiang's head. Although it was such an illusory scene, the real touch in his hands told Xiangzi that these were not illusions reflected by the water surface.

…………

In the days that followed, Xiangzi often recalled this scene. He could even say that he was a little cynical at the time, but he was easily dragged away by Qingchuan. Perhaps it was the rain that blinded his eyes?

Chapter 02 Qingchuan Xiang

Steam filled the bathroom, and the warmth from the hot water dispelled the coldness from her body, causing Xiangzi to breathe a sigh of relief. At this moment, she was at Qingchuan Xiang's house, using the bathroom.

Xiangzi just rinsed her body with hot water. She didn't plan to use the shower gel or other products from the Qingchuan family. After all, she couldn't let go of her pitiful self-esteem. After all, this was all she had left.

After carefully rinsing himself, Xiangzi wiped the water off his body with a towel. His own clothes were thrown into the dryer, so he had to wear Qingchuan Xiang's clothes for the time being. The clothes Qingchuan Xiang wore were simple solid-color shirts, T-shirts and the like, which was in line with his impression of Qingchuan Xiang as a clean and neat person.

Qingchuan Xiang is taller than Xiangzi, which makes it easier for Xiangzi to wear a tight shirt... The buttons on the chest seem a little difficult to button up, and they are a bit tight.

This...how can I wear this out?

Xiangzi felt that even if it was just a short time to borrow clothes, underwear was still too private. Therefore, Xiangzi's chest was almost half exposed, not to mention that when a white shirt was pressed against the body, it would be embarrassing. Xiangzi could even see through the shirt...

"Dong dong dong."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the bathroom door. Xiangzi was so scared that he turned around immediately, with his back to the bathroom door, and even mumbled in confusion: "What...what happened?"

"You paused a bit too long after turning off the water. Did you run into any trouble?"

What a perceptive person. But now Xiangzi should be grateful that Xiang noticed her predicament, otherwise she might have been struggling for a long time over whether to take the initiative to say that the shirt was too revealing.

"I might need something looser..."

"Aha... I understand." Qingchuan Xiang outside the door understood the current situation at the speed of light, and replied with a subtle tone. Then he heard the sound of footsteps mixed with the sound of water walking away.

Finally, Qingchuan Xiang changed Xiangzi into a much looser sweatshirt and a pair of ordinary trousers.

A comfortable hot bath can always make people relax, not to mention Xiangzi who had just been drenched by the rain. After getting rid of the sticky feeling of dampness and putting on warm and dry clothes, Xiangzi felt that his body and mind were relaxed, and his originally confused mind finally calmed down.

Looking back now, I really did make a farce today. This so-called determination to say goodbye to the past was completely unplanned from the start; it was a complete mess, and my words and actions revealed impulsiveness and irrationality.

I am still not mature enough.

No matter what happens next, I have to thank Qingchuan Xiang now. Whether it was helping me to shelter from the rain and take a bath, or helping me before my heart fell into darkness, it was all a favor.

Xiangzi recalled his impression of Qingchuan Xiang. If he had to say the most profound label, it would probably be "genius". When he was in the band, Qingchuan Xiang was a reliable all-rounder. No matter which instrument, she could play it skillfully. It can even be said that she could replace everyone else in the band.

But in the end, Xiang chose to play rhythm guitar, which is equally important, but a less eye-catching position than lead guitar. In his time outside of band performances, Qingchuan Xiang also seemed to have no worries and always had a relaxed and relaxed attitude.

Could Qingchuan Xiang really need help with something like this? Xiangzi was a little worried about how he would repay this favor. If he was told that he didn't need to repay the favor, Xiangzi would definitely not accept it. This matter would always bother him like a thorn in his throat.

I'll have to talk it over with Qingchuan Xiang later, both about quitting the band and how to repay this favor.

At this point, Xiangzi still doesn't intend to tell others about the misfortune he has encountered, as he doesn't want others to see his miserable state.

"Xiang, I'm done washing..." Xiangzi pushed open the bathroom door, but was suddenly stunned, because she saw Qingchuan Xiang still wearing the wet clothes, squatting by the door, and there was even a small puddle of water dripping from under her body.

"Why are you still wearing wet clothes?"

"Eh? Um... because it's quite comfortable to wear?" Qingchuan Xiang looked down at the wet clothes sticking to his body, tugged at his collar with his hands, and heard the gurgling sound of water. "Although it feels good to get wet directly, I don't experience the sticky feeling of wearing wet clothes very often, so it feels good to do it occasionally."

"What a strange idea..." Xiangzi doubted his own memory for a moment. Was Qingchuan Xiang such a weird person? Although Xiang did seem to like the rain, was it really a mental illness to this extent?

"Go take a shower quickly, otherwise you will ruin your body." Seeing Xiang ruining her body like this, Xiangzi subconsciously used a serious tone of discipline.

Qingchuan Xiang slowly stood up in front of Xiangzi. Xiangzi, who had calmed down, took a good look at Qingchuan Xiang for the first time today.

Xiangzi's gaze followed a drop of water from Qingchuan Xiang's forehead and began to slowly move downward. Her pearl-gray hair, once carefully combed and coiled at the back of her head, was now still tangled from being soaked in water for so long that a few unruly strands clung to her forehead, earlobes, and neck.

Then there were those eyes, as blue as the ocean, seemingly forever moist, captivating yet beneath the calm surface seemed to lurk undercurrents, making it hard to discern clearly. Further down, there was a small, straight nose, and lips that looked quite moist...

The water droplets flowed down along the exquisite curve of the jaw, and finally fell straight down, passing over the white neck and distinct collarbone, and fell into the collar of the shirt.

Xiangzi's gaze subconsciously followed her, and he saw the wet white shirt clearly outlining the beautiful lines of the body beneath it, a slender waist that could be easily embraced, a straight and upright upper body, and a chest that seemed to be able to be held in one hand...

Wait, what am I looking at so rudely! Xiangzi tilted his head calmly and withdrew his gaze.

Fortunately, Qingchuan Xiang didn't seem to notice Xiangzi's gaze. She picked up the basket of dry clothes and walked into the bathroom. Before closing the door, she remembered something and looked back at Xiangzi: "I may take a long time to wash, Xiangzi, can you help me boil a pot of water?

"It's in my room. You can also take a rest in my room first." "Okay, I understand."

Seeing that Xiangzi agreed, Qingchuan Xiang smiled with satisfaction and closed the door.

What made Xiangzi feel a little strange was that the sound of the shower head spraying water could be heard within a second or two after Qingchuan Xiang closed the door. Did they turn on the water without even taking off their clothes?

Xiangzi once again gained a new understanding of Qingchuan Xiang's inexplicable love for water. He looked around Qingchuan's home. Although it was just an ordinary apartment, after leaving Qingchuan's house, Xiangzi had learned to distinguish the prices of most daily necessities. Whether it was from the decoration or the various supplies in the house, it could be seen that this family was actually quite wealthy.

Xiangzi was somewhat envious, not only of Qingchuan's family's financial situation, but also of the feeling of "home" that permeated this house.

The refrigerator is covered with stickers of different colors, written with messages between family members, or simply jokes of the day; on the dining table, four different-shaped water cups are placed together, arranged from high to low; there are photo frames hanging on the wall, and on the balcony, there are tinkling, somewhat crude handmade wind chimes...

Something seemed to be about to burst out of my eyes. I had clearly decided to kill the weak self of the past...but why couldn't I control my tears?

Xiangzi wiped away a few tears, took a deep breath, and whispered to himself:

"I can't cry. I have to rely on myself to get everything I want back..."

Chapter 03 Now that things have come to this, let’s have some tea first

After calming down, Xiangzi still remembered that Qingchuanxiang had asked him to help boil water. It was not difficult to find Qingchuanxiang's room. There was a sign with the name of the sect on the door.

Pushing the door open, Xiangzi immediately found that Qingchuan Xiang's room was very different.

The moment Xiangzi entered the room, his gaze was drawn to a one-piece desk and cabinet placed in a corner. What should have been a bookcase had been converted into a water tank, its rippling ripples of water flowing endlessly under the power of a mechanical mechanism. Imagine sitting at the table beneath the water tank, simply looking up would reveal a surging current, as if one were in the depths of the ocean. Even when not at the table, one could still hear the gurgling sound of the flowing water.

The second feature is the long wall-mounted table next to the water tank table. On it are neatly arranged a complete set of drink-mixing tools, various types of tea and coffee beans, sugar and creamer for seasoning, and a variety of cups. It is completely like a small bar.

There are some wood carvings, ships in bottles, flower arrangements and other decorations on the table. Even the lights above the bar are candlelight lamps that emit warm and soft light, creating a real bar atmosphere for this small home space.

This bar takes up a lot of space in the room. If you remove the space occupied by the table, chairs and bed, it is almost impossible for two people to walk side by side in the room.

After Xiangzi recovered from the slight shock, he found a box-shaped water machine in the empty space under the bar. After pouring water in, he pressed a few buttons and it started running on its own.

That should be all. After confirming that the water machine should be boiling water, Xiangzi hesitated for a moment and finally sat down in front of the aquarium table. Apart from this table and chairs, the only other place in the room where he could sit was the bed.

She looked around at the various equipment in the room again. If she was the eldest daughter of the Toyokawa family, Xiangzi would probably just marvel at this room that was completely different from that of an ordinary junior high school girl. But now Xiangzi's biggest feeling was that it must cost a lot of money to configure all these things.

Can I have such a life on my own? In the days after leaving the Toyokawa family, because his father was in a state of collapse and would probably be without a source of income for a long time, Xiangzi tried to find a part-time job that a junior high school graduate could take.

However, the part-time jobs that junior high school students can take are often for school social practice assignments, and there is basically no salary, and even if there is, it is not enough to support the expenses of two people.

Xiangzi's aristocratic education and etiquette were of no use in improving her current situation. Only piano, a skill with a certain technical threshold, gave her hope. The best solution Xiangzi could think of at the moment was to help bands that didn't have pianos or keyboards, but could serve as a temporary keyboardist when they needed keyboards during recording.

This idea wasn't just because Xiangzi was confident in his exceptional piano skills, which would give him enough competitiveness when seeking commissions. Another reason was that bands often had plenty of money. Even if they were formed for fun, the ability to afford instruments was a world away from Xiangzi's current life of living hand to mouth.

Although he could also work in a convenience store, could Xiangzi, a young lady who had just escaped from a wealthy life and was out of touch with the world, really do this kind of service work?

Despite this, Xiangzi still hasn't decided whether to work as a keyboard player to earn money, and the reason is still her damn pride. Both RiNG and CIECLE have acquaintances who know Xiangzi, and Xiangzi doesn't want them to see his miserable state.