MyGO!!! I am the succubus Xiaoxiang?

What was the meaning of my previous cleverness and wisdom?

"what's wrong?"

Seeing Su Shi suddenly blush and bury her face in his shoulder, Xiangzi looked over in confusion.

"It's nothing, I... I still want to eat more."

"okay!"

Speaking out gets you a response; it shows you're there for me.

For the first time, Su Shi had a slight doubt about her own intelligence.

. . . . . .

"Alright, once I take these drinks inside, my part-time job will be over! Let's go train in a bit!" Li Xi sighed and suggested to the group.

"No!" Surprisingly, the first to object was Lena, who hugged a large amount of matcha parfait from Su Shi and shook her head.

Hey, wait!

A dozen or so cups?

Aren't you afraid of getting an upset stomach?

No, you don't have that much money.

and so.

Li Xi looked at Su Shi.

Su Shi twirled her hair, looked to one side, and occasionally opened her mouth to wait for Xiangzi to feed her. Sometimes she even fed Xiangzi instead, waiting for Li Xi to look over.

"Well, if that's what Renai said, I'll listen to Renai's opinion."

Su Shi touched her fingers and said shyly.

you fart!

Li Xi looked at Su Shi.

With your dozen or so parfaits at Le Nai, I'd be more inclined to listen to you.

You rascal, you're not the kind of person who usually wants the band to be normal.

and many more!

Looking at Su Shi's appearance.

You want Xiangzi to feed you a few more bites?

Matcha parfait, strawberry parfait, mini cakes—how come you have all sorts of things on your desk?

Aren't we here for training?

You're here to eat, huh?

So many?

Can you eat it?

"What's wrong?" Su Shi asked, turning her head away.

You don't even dare to look at me!

Eh!

Li Xi shook his head and reached out to lift a small Xiang from the crowd.

"Ok?"

"Eh!"

He looked at the angry glares of three people and the bewildered look of one person.

"Xiangzi, help me take these things inside. We'll come out for training later."

"okay!"

After Xiangzi took the drink and walked away.

Lixi turned her head to look at the group.

"Alright, now Xiangzi said we should start training, Su Shi."

"I didn't say I wasn't going to train!"

In an instant, everyone fell silent.

until.

"Hmph, hmph~" Wakaba Mutsu laughed out loud.

. . . . . .

Inside RING's rehearsal room.

The noisy, boisterous sound far drowned out the bass.

In the past...

Hai Ling would always frown as she looked at the people in front of her.

They don't train properly; they're just slacking off.

not to mention.

You were the ones who called me here.

At the very least, show some respect to the people you invited who are diligently and responsibly following your original training plan.

I was practicing alone.

Have you ever thought about your own thoughts while practicing?

. . . . . .

As always, I finished practicing halfway through and then turned it into a solo performance.

I looked up at the other people in front of me who had gathered together to chat halfway through the meeting, making me the background noise.

"No, it's okay."

Everyone has their own reasons for forming a band.

Respecting others' personal desires is the prerequisite for a band to continue.

After all, no one is great enough to form a band for someone else, and no one is willing to take on someone else's life.

Just like myself.

I want both a high-quality band and a warm, welcoming one.

He not only demands that the other team members reach a high level, but also hopes that everyone can accept him and make him feel that warmth.

Hai Ling looked up at the people in front of her; their liveliness was no less than that of the people next door.

I should be able to find what I want.

Hai Ling suddenly thought of something.

If I formed an awesome band myself.

I must bring it out and show it off to Lixi when the time comes.

Hey hey hey.

For no apparent reason, Hai Ling narrowed her eyes.

It felt like returning to the initial expectations when we first formed the band.

A few clueless people, who knew nothing about anything, were invited to a party simply because they had mentioned in their self-introduction that they could play bass.

I couldn't even find my way into the rehearsal room the first time I entered.

Standing under an unfamiliar platform, looking at the station sign in front of me, the tram starts and stops, taking away batches of people, the naive and the young.

Finally, I started walking and asked my way to the rehearsal room.

The performances got better and better, and everyone said they wanted to continue playing for the rest of their lives.

just.

How long can one live?

Compared to what others aspire to be, they talk about spending their whole lives but never actually do it.

Hailing knows that in reality, it's rare for something to last a lifetime.

It's like the talent gap between the lead guitarist and the rhythm guitarist in your own team.

Arguments have begun to break out, with everyone subconsciously placing more faith in the lead guitarist's abilities.

If this continues, problems are bound to arise.

On one hand, he was smug and casually made jokes about the other person's shortcomings.

On the other hand, they kept forcing a smile and treating it as a joke.

But can you really let go?

That will end, band.

Hai Ling, who was the most talented and had the clearest vision in the team, realized this.

I want this band to last forever, to just stay like this forever.

Therefore, we absolutely have to do something.

This was the first time I proactively offered my own ideas, urging everyone to practice more, so that those who were not doing well could catch up through increased training, and those who were doing well could shine even brighter.

There is even a small wish.

If, if people discover that the band can make money and support everyone by continuing, then everyone will support the band in keeping going.

and so.

They constantly increased their training volume, while also requiring everyone to practice more. They showcased their talents to talent scouts who were looking to recruit them, demonstrating their genius and then recruiting those people, hoping they would help their band achieve success.

At last.

I made appointments with everyone I could reach.

Standing on the stage, waiting for the best performance from myself and my band.

And that day.

No one comes to my band.

Long ago, no one in that band group had spoken.

They have a new band group.

I only discovered it after I went to look for it myself.

They had already found a replacement.

There was also the endless self-criticism in the group chat.

In reality, he pointed his finger at them and said that he had ruined the band.

. . . . . .

I don't think I like bands.

I don't think I've ever felt happy in the band.

Yawata Kairin understands her awkwardness better than anyone else.

However, he kept joining bands, kept restraining himself, kept searching for something, and kept resisting something.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, it will die, die painfully, fall again and again, but in that instant there is satisfaction and warmth.

I'm probably sick.

Looking at Shiina Tatsuki, I always feel like she's a reflection of myself. I hope the band will continue to grow, I love the band, and I feel happy being in the band.

But he blew up his own band.