MyGO!!! I am the succubus Xiaoxiang?

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Wakaba Mutsu's words.

"Xiao Mu did follow them after all!" Su Shi sighed.

Only at times like this.

Su Shi suddenly became very jealous of Xiao Mu, and she always seemed to realize it.

Am I not showing enough concern for everyone?

If I knew enough about everything that was happening to everyone, wouldn't I be able to do more?

. . . . . .

"Huh?" Xiangzi was still rushing to the tram station when he saw Xiao Mu's message in the group chat.

What if Xiao Mu isn't here?

She subconsciously turned around, but Ruoye Mu was not there.

"Xiao Mu?"

Will Xiao Mu get lost?

He was about to turn back to look for Wakaba Mutsu.

Then he noticed a taxi parked next to him.

The car door opened, and Xiao Mu was backing inside.

"Xiang, get in the car!"

"Eh?"

Confused, I got into Xiao Mu's car. Xiao Mu looked at me and I subconsciously told her the destination. Then, naturally, I went to the place with Xiao Mu.

“Together, it’s a deal!” Wakaba Mutsu looked up at Shoko and said.

. . . . . .

In the studio, Afterglow's performance has ended.

The new band, MYGO, consisting of seven members, took the stage.

but.

This time, only five people took the stage.

"Due to some unforeseen circumstances, Xiao Xiang and Xiao Mu have something to do and can't make it. I'm sorry!" Li Xi said.

After speaking, he looked at everyone and subconsciously put the sheet music aside.

Suddenly remembered something.

"I remember it was Xiangzi's Seven-Man Score, not... Phew, it really is."

Lixi noticed that everyone's sheet music was from Xiangzi.

Seriously, one or two of them, what do they think everyone is?

This is everyone's band.

No one can be left behind.

Really are.

Yu Guangzhong saw a sheet of music fall to the ground.

Looking up, I saw Ai Yin picking up the sheet music.

The smooth, pristine surface on the ground is his own composition, while the densely packed notes in his hands are Xiangzi's.

"Hey?"

"Chihaya Aine!!!"

Li Xi shouted.

"Next, please listen to a piece performed by the seven of us."

"栞!"

Li Xi raised his hand, gesturing to the backstage area.

"What are 'normal' and 'taken for granted'?"

Yes, what exactly are ordinary and taken for granted?

What a miserable world!

. . . . . .

Is it ordinary and taken for granted?

Xiangzi leaned against the car window, watching the scenery outside flow by.

Watching RING slowly leave me.

They must be playing music now.

I'm always like this.

No matter how much you resist, in the end, you will be swept away by reality.

Does the other side really exist?

And once again, I've disappointed everyone, haven't I?

Why is there the character "又" (yòu) in the name?

Xiangzi looked out the window, as if he were looking at his own reflection in the car window.

Useless, with nothing.

In the story of Cinderella, there is a grand ball, a prince, and a fairy.

After midnight.

Before her stood a Cinderella who had nothing.

Reality is not a fairy tale.

The reality is that those fairytale-like beauties are just human fantasies, while having nothing is the reality.

but.

The magic that had been cast on Cinderella had stopped working, and she, without the glass slipper, didn't want to leave this place even for a moment.

Xiangzi closed his eyes, unwilling to look at him again.

"arrive."

The driver's words awakened Xiangzi.

I instinctively stood up, got out of the car, looked at the price list, and took out my wallet.

"Xiang! Move!"

Ruoye Mu looked at Xiangzi and carefully reminded him.

Following Xiangzi, we arrived at a company under the Fengchuan Group.

Uncle Qinggao, drunk, held a bottle of liquor and swore at the employees standing nearby.

"You're a minister now? You were the one who submitted that proposal? You bastard, you're the one who got me into trouble! You too, you too! You, you were just someone I hired because you're pretty, to be the face of the business, and now you're a manager? It must be through back channels, through back channels! A power-for-sex deal! You've all ruined me! It's all your fault!"

The ground was a mess, with broken bottles, a smashed door, and a reception desk with several corners missing.

The onlookers around were chattering about the drunkard.

You can get a general idea just by listening from the side.

A drunkard stormed into the company, smashing things and causing a ruckus, pointing and cursing at others.

Judging from appearances, this drunkard used to be a company leader.

Then he was fired.

In fact, it was a passerby who called the police because the bottle was thrown and smashed, almost injuring a passerby.

Until now.

Kiyoshi Toyokawa was still shouting and yelling, still saying it was all their fault.

. . . . . .

"Xiao Mu."

"Xiang?"

"Please, please, don't watch it!"

Ruoye Mu looked at Xiangzi, who had let go of her hand as if accepting her fate. However, before leaving, Xiangzi turned her back to her.

From behind, Wakaba Mutsumi couldn't see what was happening.

I only heard it.

"Private Marseille."

"sorry."

"terribly sorry!"

"Yes, I am his daughter."

"Thank you for your help, Uncle."

"I know that if the debts over there lead to criminal cases, it will be very troublesome, and it will be troublesome for me too. So, in the end, did I get everyone's understanding?"

"Okay, okay! I'll go tell everyone now."

"I'm sorry, I am Toyokawa Kiyotaka's daughter, I'm very sorry."

"sorry."

“Oh, you don’t need to bow to me. It’s my father’s fault. I’m very sorry. If I had been able to keep an eye on him, this wouldn’t have happened.”

"Hey, aren't you going to ask for compensation?"

"thanks, thanks!"

"sorry."

I heard him repeatedly apologizing behind me, along with the other person saying sorry.

Ruoye Mu wondered if Xiangzi was apologizing to the people at the company.

They knew Xiangzi.

There shouldn't be any problem.

"Ha, what's going on in your family? A father going on a drunken rampage, and a daughter dressed in such gaudy clothes!"