MyGO!!! I am the succubus Xiaoxiang?

I said I wouldn't get a matcha parfait if I didn't do my homework.

Then, in an instant, RING was waiting for you.

Look what you've done!

Really are!

This is no way to spoil someone!

If you don't study hard, how will you get into high school and university?

How can you find a job if you don't go to university?

amount.

Shisen Tsuzuki wondered if he would really let Rakuna go to work. Those corporate slaves had no energy at all. They were like dead zombies when they went to work every day, and their energy lasted only three seconds after get off work before they felt so tired.

Would I make Lena become like that?

will not.

So actually, I am...

and many more!

But I can take responsibility for Lena's future!

You have no way of taking responsibility for Lena's future, her life!

. . . . . .

Hai Ling returned to the rehearsal room and saw everyone gathered together, laughing and chatting.

The words that Tsuzuki Shisen had just said were instantly forgotten; everyone in front of me was so harmonious and friendly.

Just like MYGO.

A wanderer chases after illusions.

Hai Ling was still thinking about that warm home.

So much so that they were blinded by the illusion.

I sat down and started practicing. With continuous practice, I gradually mastered the two pieces and was even able to play them without notes.

Whenever I think of a bright future.

The bass music played by Hachiman Kairin always carries a sense of lingering joy.

In the noisy rehearsal room, amidst all the problems, mistakes, and off-key singing, even the screeching of the electric guitar plugged into the speaker, the atmosphere seemed exceptionally beautiful, yet also surreal, because it seemed out of place in such a setting.

Even Hailing, who is usually very trustworthy, turned down bookings from other bands.

The more I imagine, the more motivated I become, and the more motivated I become, the better I practice my bass. The better I practice, the more spectacular my performance will be for everyone.

Will Lixi think he's really that great then?

Xiangzi.

A fleeting image of a person in her mind almost made Hailing stop playing her bass.

Then, I'll be able to calmly say that I have my own band, and I'll be able to invite them over to play together.

Hmph! When the time comes, I and Xiangzi will perform better than Lixi.

Would that guy grit his teeth and stare at me, asking what I really wanted to do to Xiangzi?

Everything is so beautiful.

Hai Ling, lost in her fantasies, didn't see it.

As the bass improved, the playing of the others could only be described as hoarse, discordant, and unpleasant to listen to.

The increasingly beautiful and illusory bass notes reveal each other's incompetence and disparity, and the resentment that arises from them.

Why choose two songs you don't know?

Why did you suddenly request to go on stage?

in particular.

Why are you, the one who proposed this, so incompetent?

Practice over.

Hai Ling raised her head.

“That requires practice,” Hai Ling said.

Of course, I will also practice here.

Everyone together.

Perhaps, my former self would have said that I would practice more on my own.

But as expected, a band is a band; one person can't do it alone.

Let's all do it together.

By providing guidance and instruction, and sharing my own experience little by little, I might be able to help everyone improve faster!

"Hey, do we still need to practice?" the keyboardist asked the drummer. "We chose this song ourselves, well, this performance was really..."

"No need to practice!" the drummer said, looking over. "If you need to train, just practice on your own."

"Anyway, I'm fine with it. I guarantee I can play it during the performance!!" the drummer quickly retorted upon hearing the keyboardist's words.

"I don't mean to say that you guys are bad, it's just that I hope we can be a band that can go on together, gradually move towards a professional career, and play together for a lifetime." Hai Ling looked at everyone.

When did I start living a lifetime?

just.

“I’ve met many bands, and I hope to find a place of my own, to keep going, to reach a beautiful stage, and to shine.”

Gradually, I laid out my true feelings.

Even Li Xi himself never said such a thing.

I was mostly sick.

but.

If we don't actively express what's on our minds, we'll gradually drift apart.

and so.

If someone has to break the mold, then let it be you.

"Oh, oh, well, everyone, let's all cheer each other on!" the lead guitarist of the band quickly said.

However, for Japan, revealing their true feelings would only cause trouble for others.

What are you trying to do by saying such things?

Do you want to impose your own standards on others?

Then you can say it.

As I've said before, I hope we can all continue together, so you should train more.

If I don't come myself.

Didn't we agree to walk together forever? Why aren't you here?

How troublesome, how burdensome. Ah, isn't this just setting up a defense for myself in advance?

Why don't you just say it yourself?

Haha, I don't have that many requirements for this band.

Seeing everyone speechless, Hai Ling looked at them.

"Well, well, since you've said that, then Xiaomeng, you stay here and train more, based on your performance."

"I'm not bad at all!!" Xiaomeng looked at Hailing, and Hailing looked back at her. Why is it that when I'm speaking up for you, there's a hint of anger and resentment in your eyes?

Hai Ling looked at the other person.

"I don't need your help. I can absolutely do a good job on my own!!"

"Huh?" Hai Ling looked at the other person. It was her. Had she said something wrong?

Incomprehensible.

"Oh, right, we also need to help sell these tickets. If we can't reach a certain revenue target, our performance will be canceled."

"Then it's up to you and Xiaomeng. Anyway, you two are the most enthusiastic."

"Eh?"

"Didn't we say we'd keep going? Well, Hailing knows a lot of people, so I'll leave it to Hailing and Xiaomeng."

"But."

Watching the group pack up and leave, Hailing looked at the drummer beside her.

"I...I want to train. Well, we believe in you, Hailing, you can definitely do it!"

"Okay!" Hearing the drummer's trust and belief, Hai Ling bit her lip and then strengthened her resolve.

How am I supposed to sell these tickets?

. . . . . .

The drummer watched the tutorial in the video and practiced once or twice, but found it extremely troublesome.

Well.

Download the audio, plug it into the effects pedal, and practice playing it.

That sounds promising. Well, let's practice like this for now.

Ugh, this is exhausting.

Or, watch others play, listen as they play, and familiarize yourself with how to play by eye first.

The drummer's initial effort gradually faded away.

. . . . . .

the other side.

Hai Ling, holding her bass guitar, stood in a corner coffee shop, watching the bustling streets and the overpass, gently strumming her instrument.

Selling tickets through roadshows is the only way.

just.

Looking at the lively crowd in front of me.

Well, if the performance ends perfectly, let's all come together.

Looking at the bustling coffee shop, Hailing had already decided how to celebrate after it was over.

"Hey, why are you walking home with Deng?"

"There's no reason why! The time before last it was Lixi, the time before that it was SOYO, the time before that it was me and Xiaomu, and the time before that I remember Le Nai ran straight to your house and hid to sleep, saying that she would be dragged by her grandma to do her homework when she got back."

"Everyone is going home with you because we're afraid you'll be lonely, and also because we want to stay with you longer."

"No reason! I just want to spend more time with you and the lamp. If you don't believe me, you can ask Lixi!"

"Hey hey hey."

A familiar voice came.

Hai Ling looked up at the two people coming down from the overpass.

Watching the other person walk in, bit by bit.

It seems we've found the home of the lead singer across the street.

Oh no, I've already reached the lead singer's house across the street.

If it gets found out.

"Stalker!"