I said you are all war criminals

Hakuno shouted in the direction of the bathroom.

"Ah, it's Xiaobai,"

Yamada Ryo's lazy voice came from the bathroom, with a hint of drunkenness, "I'm going to take a shower, you can sit down first."

noob?

How much did this guy drink?

Bai Ye shook his head helplessly, walked over to the refrigerator, opened it, and sure enough, it was completely empty, not even a bottle of mineral water left. He resigned himself to his fate by closing the refrigerator door, walked into the living room, and plopped down on the sofa.

At this moment, the bathroom door opened, and a wet Yamada Ryo stumbled out of the bathroom without even a towel. Her face was extremely red, obviously after drinking the wine, she took a long bath.

"Why don't you just take the cefuroxime as well..."

Bai Ye quickly stood up and supported Liang.

"How much did you drink?"

He asked helplessly.

"Not much~ Just a little~"

Liang said, holding up two fingers and making a "little bit" gesture, then his fingers twisted and almost poked Hakuno's eyes.

Bai Ye helped her onto the sofa and sighed. This girl is completely drunk. I should have known not to teach her how to drink. He turned around to find a towel to wrap her up, but Liang grabbed his hand, his eyes hazy and cunning.

"Xiaobai~"

She called his name softly, with a hint of coquettishness in her voice, "You know? I have always liked you~"

Bai Ye was stunned, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Again.

"Yes, yes, I understand. Let go first."

Hakuno tried to pull his hand back, but found that Ryo was holding it incredibly tightly.

"Don't go, Xiaobai, don't you like me?"

Liang said, leaning forward, almost touching Bai Ye. The scent of shower gel mixed with the strong smell of alcohol entered Bai Ye's nostrils, making him feel a little nauseous.

"Liang, you're drunk."

Hakuno tried to break free.

"I'm not drunk! I'm sober!"

Liang retorted loudly, then put on an aggrieved expression, "Xiaobai, do you really not like me? What's wrong with me? I can change~"

"I really don't like the fact that you're not wearing any clothes!"

Bai Ye had no choice but to take off his shirt and use it as a towel to wipe Liang's body - no matter what, he had to dry her first to prevent her from catching a cold.

But before he could wipe half of it, Liang hugged Bai Ye.

Then, Liang opened his mouth wide and began to howl.

"noob--"

A few drops of water rolled out of my cold eyes, and I couldn't tell if they were tears or water droplets accumulated during bathing.

"Why is Hongxia so happy?"

Hakuno felt like he was going deaf.

"Go to sleep!"

Horse riding.

If I had known this earlier, I would have gone to Li Xi’s house to sleep for a night!

(Lixi: Huh?)

10

Chapter 10 Morning.

Getting Yamada Ryo onto the bed took almost all of Hakuno's energy. Her limbs slumped, like a puddle of mud. No matter how Hakuno adjusted her position, she would immediately fall back into her original unnatural position. After several attempts, Hakuno finally gave up and roughly covered her with the quilt, thinking, "That's it, let her sleep however she wants." He stared at Yamada Ryo's sleeping face and sighed deeply, inwardly lamenting that this girl's drinking habits were really terrible.

Afterward, Hakuno went back outside and began picking up the scattered clothing on the floor. The clothes reeked of alcohol, as if they'd been soaked in a vat. Even his underwear was stained with the nauseating stench, making Hakuno's stomach churn. He fought back the discomfort and shoved the clothes into the washing machine. After adding the detergent, Hakuno stared at the machine, his brow furrowed, wondering if he needed to add some disinfectant to completely eliminate the unbearable alcohol stench.

The washing machine started to hum, and Bai Ye finally felt a sense of relief. He turned and left the bathroom, walked into the living room, and turned on the TV.

Hakuno idly flipped through the channels of a boring late-night show on TV, his thoughts drifting to Yamada Ryo. Ryo and Nijika had been at odds for a while, though Hakuno wasn't entirely sure why. He only knew that after his damned simulation failed twice in a row, Nijika's mood had noticeably improved, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders, and she was brimming with energy every day.

In sharp contrast, Yamada Ryo, who was having a quarrel with Hongxia, was in an increasingly bad mood.

...Shouldn't we teach this girl how to drink?

Hakuno sighed.

To be honest, Hakuno could understand how frustrated Liang was. Think about it, when people have a fight or a cold war, shouldn't both of them feel bad, then find a way out and reconcile? Instead, Hongxia acted like nothing happened, enjoying herself by herself, leaving Liang hanging there, like a frost-bitten eggplant. Who wouldn't feel frustrated? Liang must be incredibly unhappy right now, as uncomfortable as if he'd swallowed a fly, more sour than eating ten pounds of lemons, and he almost wanted to explode!

Hey.

Who made you my sister?

Hakuno pulled his phone out of his pants.

Bai Ye found Hong Xia's number and dialed without thinking. The phone rang twice before it was connected. Hong Xia's energetic voice came from the receiver: "Hello? Bai Ye? What's the matter with you calling so late at night?"

"What's going on between you and Ryo?"

Hakuno asked straight to the point.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then a worried voice came, "What's wrong with Liang? Is everything okay?"

"I drank quite a bit, but I don't have any strong liquor at home, so I shouldn't be poisoned by alcohol."

Hakuno told the truth, "She seems to still be upset with you, and because you didn't get upset with her, she's gotten even upset."

"Ahh, this is really troublesome... Let me think about what we were angry about. Was it because Ryo stole my pudding, or because he didn't come to rehearsal, or..."

The voice on the other end of the phone faded.

Then, Hong Xia said with a hint of apology, "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

"I don't really care who's right or wrong."

Bai Ye then said, "Anyway, can you guys make peace?"

"Yeah... no problem."

Hong Xia readily agreed, "I'll come tomorrow."

"Then it's settled. Go find her tomorrow and apologize."

Bai Ye rubbed his temples, feeling that his sleep time would be shortened again tonight.

The next morning, the doorbell rang on time. Hakuno yawned and went to open it. As expected, it was Hongxia. The girl was carrying two large, bulging bags filled with Yamada Ryo's favorite snacks and puddings. He had no idea where she'd gotten them so early in the morning, but he probably emptied out the convenience stores.

Bai Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Hong Xia's serious expression. Although this girl was usually careless, she was still very reliable at the critical moment.

"Liang is still sleeping, please keep your voice down."

Bai Ye took the bag from Hong Xia's hand and almost sprained his waist. It was really heavy.

Hongxia nodded and tiptoed towards the room where Yamada Ryo slept. Shiroko didn't follow her in, but instead went back to the living room to give them some space. He didn't want to get involved in the little girls' affairs; it was too much trouble.

Shiroya slumped on the sofa, flipping through the TV channels. The boring morning news and the bland soap operas had him drowsy. About half an hour later, a burst of laughter emanated from the room, and Shiroya knew they had reconciled.

Well, after all, they are just high school girls, so there won’t be any big conflicts in the end.

perhaps.

Shirono fiddled with the remote, bored, as the screen flickered. The vibrant colors and cacophony of sounds made him feel irritated. Suddenly, a slightly eerie scene caught his eye. It was a ghost show, and the studio lights were dim, creating a mysterious atmosphere.

The hostess, with her long, flowing hair and sweet smile, looked innocent, like a candied strawberry. Opposite her was an onmyoji dressed in a gorgeous kimono, intricately embroidered with bright, almost dazzling patterns, like a peacock with its tail spread.

This Yin-Yang master looks young, but he pretends to be mature, sitting upright with a serious expression.

"Cough cough,"

The Yin-Yang Master cleared his throat and began his speech, "There are many so-called secret resurrection techniques circulating on the Internet now. I want to say that these are all fake! They are all scams!"

He spoke in a decisive tone, spit flying everywhere with his passionate tone.

The female host blinked her big eyes and asked innocently, "Really? But many people on the Internet say it works..."

The Yin-Yang Master snorted disdainfully: "Those are all liars! In real Yin-Yang magic, there is no spell that can bring people back to life! Those are just folk tales, exaggerated and spread out of rumors!"

"So, does the magic of resurrecting the dead by sacrificing living people, like in novels, really not exist?"

The female host continued to ask questions, her tone full of curiosity.

The Yin-Yang Master's expression grew even more serious. He raised his voice, practically shouting, "Of course it doesn't exist! Sacrifice? Even if such a magic existed, it's a sorcery! It will bring divine punishment!"

Bai Ye listened to the Onmyoji's righteous rebuttal on TV and couldn't help but grab a handful of potato chips and stuff them into his mouth. The crunching sound was particularly clear in the quiet living room.

The Yin-Yang master on TV continued to preach his philosophy: "Yin-Yang magic is about observing celestial phenomena, understanding the calendar, talking about ghosts and gods, and being proficient in divination. It is a magic that conforms to nature! Magic like resurrection, which goes against the laws of nature, cannot exist! And it shouldn't exist!"

His tone was firm and unquestionable.

"So, what if there really is a resurrection technique?"

The female host kept asking.

The Yin-Yang Master took a deep breath and said word by word: "Without a doubt, it must be a curse!"

He defined it harshly with a tone that was as decisive as iron.

Curse...

Hakuno munched on potato chips absentmindedly.

It seems quite interesting.

11

Chapter 11 Xiangzi Part 1.

It's so, so, so terrible—

Goto Ichiri was hiding in the backstage of Starry.

Beside her, Nana Ohba carefully patted Ichiri's back, "Are you okay, Ichiri-chan?"

"I, I, I..."

Yili swallowed and spit out, "I'm fine..."

It’s actually not a big deal.

It’s just that when Ichiri came to Starry today, he was blocked by crazy fans... It’s just that they were crazy fans who even knew Ichiri’s identity as a "guitar hero"!

"Wow ah ah..."

Yili's body shook violently, and then turned into a pool of liquid.

Nana quickly gathered Ichiri's blood back into the bottle and poured it out again. "Are you feeling better, Ichiri?"

The pale pink liquid trembled slightly on the ground, shrank like a frightened slime, and slowly, ever so slowly, regrouped. Tiny particles attracted each other, fused, and gradually formed the outline of a vague human figure... And just like that, Ichiri reappeared in human form under the dim backstage lights. She gasped weakly, reaching out with trembling hands and hugging Nana Ohba's neck. Tears rolled down her face like pearls from a broken string, and she sobbed like a child who had suffered a great injustice: "Nana, please take me away! Nana!"

Nana was strangled by her and almost couldn't breathe. Her face flushed red and she finally broke free. "Xiao Yili, you can't do this. There are only a few fans here, and they scared you like this? How are you going to perform on stage in the future?"

As she spoke, she patted her chest with her hand, looking as if she was still frightened.

Nana Ohba is qualified to say this.

As a student at the Shengxiang Conservatory of Music, Nana has experience performing in many large theaters. Even when performing in front of hundreds or thousands of people, Nana never shows any stage fright... As an actor whose goal is to be on the stage, Nana can't afford stage fright. She raises her chin slightly, a hint of pride in her.

"The goal of ending the band is also the Budokan, right? If so, you absolutely must not get stage fright!"

Nana clenched her fists and shouted encouragement to Ichiri.

Yili's eyes widened, his mouth opened, and a soul escaped... A martial arts hall? Was there a martial arts hall in our target? Was there something wrong?

“It’s really a mess.”

Xiangzi looked at the huddled guitarist, his fingertips lingering over the keys as he tuned the keyboard. "This is considered..."

Xiangzi wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed, his eyes revealing a hint of disappointment.