You are Toyokawa Shoko, then who am I?

She turned her head and looked around.

There was no sign of her mother, but instead a well-built boy with the same light blue hair as Xiang, but with his facial features deliberately blurred, standing very close to her.

She stood there in a daze, not sure whether this was a dream or a memory. She only knew that she seemed to have a very close relationship with this person. They stood together, even holding hands gently.

They were like young lovers, so I didn't dare to hold the other person's hand tightly, for fear of making the other person feel uncomfortable.

They are like an old married couple, so they don't hold each other tightly because they know that the other person will stay with them no matter what.

It was then that she remembered.

This person whose face cannot be seen clearly, but who feels strangely familiar.

She seemed to... have some impression.

She had been having the same dream for the past three days.

In the dream, she seemed to be only a little over ten years old. She did not go to piano lessons at night, but came to a small hill where her mother would never let her go if she was there.

Here, when you look up, you don’t have to endure the hustle and bustle of the city or the obstruction of high-rise buildings. As long as you raise your eyes, you can easily see the starry sky moving across the sky along beautiful trajectories. It is dreamy and beautiful, as colorful as a fairy tale, so beautiful that it seems a little unreal.

Next to her sat a person of the same age as her, also with light blue hair, giving off the same familiar vibe.

Every time before waking up from a dream, she would try to see the man's face clearly, but every time she failed.

After hearing the other party say:

We're like Johnny and the Creek, Mu.

She would fall from her dream, open her eyes and wake up, with all kinds of regrets and reluctance surging in her heart.

It seems that all this is a memory that comes from a long dream in life and is recalled after many years, rather than some vague dream.

Return to the present moment.

Ruo Ye Mu could be sure that the person holding her hand now was the same boy she had dreamed about in the past few days.

So she turned around and wanted to ask who the other person was.

But he heard the other party speak first.

[Have you ever wondered why actors can still express such joy even though learning acting is so hard and turning it into a job involves facing even more difficulties and twists and turns?]

Why does this person...

Will you know what I'm thinking?

Ruo Ye Mu was confused and just listened to what he was saying next to him.

[Of course, it's because the piece ended perfectly, without any mistakes. I was able to earn some money and have a good rest for a while. The heavy burden on me has finally been lifted, so I naturally feel happy and relieved.]

However, perhaps it was also a sense of accomplishment that welled up in me. I felt proud of myself for playing this role so well, proud of the audience's cheers, and satisfied that I could stand on the stage and complete my final performance as a member of the group.

Your uncle and aunt have only been focused on teaching you how to perform, but they never seem to have explained to you why you should perform, or what beauty lies within such a thing. I brought you here today to discuss this.

Mu, take the curtain call we see now. Do you think it simply signifies the end of the play? I think not. The curtain call should be eternal, dynamic, and a condensed display of all the essence of the story from beginning to end.

It could be the Phantom, born of nothingness and the grotesque, embracing his beloved Christine under the spotlight; it could be the dawn of tomorrow that will eventually arrive in Paris; it could be the tightly clasped hands of Julien and Martel, trapped in arrogance but loyal to their souls; it could be the dusk when King Arthur, shouldering the responsibility of his country, willingly pulls the sword from the stone despite knowing his fate; it could also be the swan song of Romeo and Juliet, whose love is so deeply entangled that it ultimately ends in death.

"That still doesn't make my point clear... Well, if it were you, the Ye family should have invited me over to take acting lessons with you. One day, when we're supposed to perform Romeo and Juliet, you could stand on the balcony and say to me... Oh, Romeo, why are you Romeo?"

【Then Mu will surely understand why performance brings joy to people.】

The long whisper came to an end.

Ruo Ye Mu hadn't heard enough when she found that the man had let go of her hand. Her pupils shrank and she instinctively wanted to hold it tightly in her palm, but all she held was nothingness.

"The Red and the Black" on the stage turned back into "Romeo and Juliet", and the person standing next to her was no longer the boy whose name she didn't know, but with whom she had a good relationship so that they could watch the moon and the play together, and even hold hands, but her mother who was always strict and serious with her.

"Mu, don't just stand here like an idiot. Come with me. I'll take you to meet the seniors from the troupe."

"..."

Ruoye Mu seemed as if he were in another world.

She looked at her mother, who had a somewhat puzzled expression on her face, and then at her palm, which seemed to still feel the warmth of that person. Finally, she gently closed her eyes, pushed her thoughts from her face back to her heart, and obediently followed her mother through the exclusive passage and went behind the scenes together.

In fact, she didn't like following her mother to get to know people whose names she had to remember one by one.

So every time she followed her mother and tried to get acquainted with others, she was always quiet and never spoke on her own initiative.

But this time there was something different.

Thinking of what the boy said to her, Ruo Yemu felt an indescribable sense of agreement in her heart.

On the one hand, she felt that what he said did make some sense, and on the other hand, she felt that... as long as the boy said it, she would trust it unconditionally.

She couldn't describe what kind of feeling this was.

I just feel that I am not so resistant to getting to know those actors with my mother.

This is also the time.

The phone in my pocket vibrated again.

Ruo Ye Mu felt her heart suddenly beat faster, which was something her body had never experienced before.

It was obvious that from a rational point of view, it was Su Shi who was telling her about Xiangzi again, but there was a faint voice in her heart telling her that this was news about that boy.

"Mu? Why don't you follow me?"

Mori Minami turned around and found that Wakaba Mutsuki had not caught up with her. She narrowed her eyes and sighed.

"It's Xiangzi's business again? Mom has told you countless times not to get involved in this matter and to limit your contact with her."

"...It's not Xiang's business."

Ruoye Mu whispered subconsciously.

"Isn't it Xiangzi's?"

Mori Minami was puzzled.

"Can I go to the bathroom first, Mom?"

Ruoye Mu concealed her chaotic and pounding heart very well, her expression still as delicate and flawless as a doll. "My makeup seems to have faded a little."

"It's rare for you to pay attention to your appearance. How come you suddenly realized that you should put on makeup before meeting strangers?"

Mori Minami sighed, "Go ahead, mom will go say hello first, you can come directly here later."

"Ah."

Ruo Ye Mu nodded slightly, watched his mother walk away, then walked into the bathroom next door and took out his cell phone from his pocket.

Click to take a look.

It's news about Su Shi again.

Disappointment suddenly flashed across her eyes. Why was it still Su Shi?

But then she flipped down and saw a name that logically would never be contacted by someone.

Shiina Tachibana.

She frowned slightly, looking puzzled.

At the same time, the heart in my chest beat faster.

She held her breath.

Click to take a look.

[Shiina Riki: I'm so embarrassed to beg you.]

[Shiina Riki: Can you come to my part-time job tomorrow?]

【Shiina Riki: I met someone. 】

[Shiina Tateki: His name is Toyokawa Sho.]

The message was brief.

Just four.

But Ruo Ye Mu's eyes seemed to be firmly glued to it, unable to move away.

She opened her mouth gently.

Try to say the name in your mind.

Toyokawa Sho...

Toyokawa... Xiang...?

41

Chapter 41 Chu Hua makes his first appearance and the cat is held in his arms.

For someone who grew up in the Internet society, not having a mobile phone is indeed extremely inconvenient.

I can’t listen to music, play games, send Line messages to chat with friends, or even open Twitter to check if there are any new updates from the users I follow.

It might be a bit of an exaggeration to describe it as like cutting off both arms, but it is almost to the point of being expelled from the human race and labeled as a Martian or a caveman.

Toyokawa Sho was holding the cell phone that Riki gave him, and his originally depressed mood had relaxed a lot. Now that he thought about it, he had encountered good things all day.

The donuts the donut lady gave him in the morning, the considerate care of his expensive boss who called him to the corridor at noon, and the heartfelt conversation he and Lixi had on the bridge in the evening.

These things taken individually may not be as touching as imagined.

But when they happen one after another, extending and weaving each other's tentacles and piecing them together into a complete picture, you will feel as if a ball of light has fallen into your heart, and you will feel relaxed just by looking at it.

Looking down, I found that the little panda pendant on the phone case was still a fluffy little ball.

It is very comfortable whether worn on the wrist or held in the palm of the hand. It must be a new pendant that Li Xi specially replaced.

After all, there are no traces of time left on this red panda, its fur is bright and its texture is delicate.

It's a bit far-fetched to say that it was an accessory that had been stored with my old phone for two or three years, but it makes sense to say that I bought it at a specialty store on the way home last night.

Toyokawa Sho held it in the palm of his hand and felt a warm current slowly flowing in his heart.

Then he opened his phone, opened Instagram and registered a new account, swiped a little, and then filled in the account number that a donut lady had asked him to write down in the morning on the search engine.

soon.

The interface pops up.

【Sunda Nai】

The user's profile picture should be an official photo taken by the agency. He has a sweet and innocent smile and looks a little reserved and shy. He is wearing a loose gray knitted sweater.

Her long, smooth brown hair was not styled in any special way, but was simply draped over her shoulders. However, she did put some effort into her bangs, and it was obvious that she wanted air bangs.

But maybe it was messed up by the wind that day, or maybe it was because I was clumsy and didn't do it well, so it looked a little bit out of place. It gave the impression that it was like the little sister next door who grew up under my care and has now grown into a beautiful girl who tries hard to keep up with the fashion.

Toyokawa Sho looked at the fan count below, and it was exactly the same as what the donut lady said, which was 999.

Based on his understanding of Idol Producer, this fan data can be considered average, not bad, but not good either. He needs to work harder to get more resources.

So as agreed, he clicked to follow.

Then I looked through her dynamic works. Most of them were selfies, and for some reason, donuts appeared in a very high proportion. Sometimes she would just take pictures of donuts.

However, looking at the passage of time, it can be seen that her selfie skills are steadily improving.

From the beginning when she could only take close-up shots and make the classic "V" sign, she has now adjusted the camera position, fixed the angle, held the small macaron in the palm of her hand, and then showed a clean and cheerful smile, and made different little expressions, either puffing up her cheeks or pouting her lips, and took nine carefully retouched photos.

Very nice and cute.

Scroll to the top dynamic.

The second entry from the top read, "I was criticized by the teacher at the agency, and he even confiscated the snacks Mana bought and the donuts I worked so hard to make... I feel like my life is meaningless... woooo..."

The first post reads, "Mana successfully negotiated with the teacher! Although she still couldn't keep the delicious food, she can give it to her fans! Tomorrow, Mana will be going to Ikebukuro to deliver snacks. Feel free to come visit her!"

With pictures.

A selfie of a girl wearing trainee clothes, making a lucky cat gesture with her hands, and a large box on the table behind her.

So those foods weren't bought specifically for your fans, but were just what you wanted to eat yourself...! ?

Toyokawa Sho was stunned, and felt that the filter he had for this beautiful idol whom he met by chance in the morning was quietly shattered.

He had thought this person had a broad mind, willing to spend all his wealth to make friends with heroes, and that every move he made showed his heroic spirit and that he had the aura to accomplish great things. But in the end, he had to send it to others because he was caught by the teacher...