MyGO!!! I am the succubus Xiaoxiang?

As a RING employee, Lixi saw the work schedule and realized that Hailing shouldn't be on duty today.

"Well, today, Rinrinko and the manager are both here, so my work isn't too demanding. I can practice with you first."

"What's wrong?" Li Xi asked, arms crossed, looking at Hachiman Kairin, who had a slightly raised brow.

"Am I really just imagining things?" Hachiman Kairin crossed her arms and looked at Shiina Tatsuki. "A date invitation? What's this?"

Is your job easy?

Do you have time to practice?

How come I didn't know working was so easy? Did I order too little lemonade?

but.

She came over and asked me if I had found a band. If not, I could go with her first.

. . . . . .

She also told me not to be presumptuous.

The concern is palpable, Lixi.

Your actions make me feel incredibly guilty.

"Feel sorry."

"Huh? No, I haven't even told you what kind of date you were talking about, or what you were thinking, and you're already apologizing? Good thing you apologized so quickly!" Li Xi crossed her arms.

"Hmm." Hai Ling looked to the other side, not daring to look at Li Xi.

Kairin Hachiman naturally knew what she was doing.

but.

Now that things have come to this, I can only comfort myself with all sorts of nonsensical reasons.

I never said I couldn't join two bands. I joined thirty bands and no one had any objections. Different bands have different meanings.

These words, used to deceive Xiangzi, would also be a comfort to oneself.

But at that moment, looking at Li Xi in front of him...

Yawata Kairin could only express her apology by secretly slipping it into the chat.

I feel apologetic for wanting to take Xiangzi away from me.

. . . . . .

When I was a child, I would pass by a cake shop and a milk tea shop every day after school. There would be a large group of people sitting inside. The aroma of freshly baked cakes would linger in my nose, and the taste of grilled sausages would linger in my mouth. Water would drip from the corner of my mouth.

Back then, a cup of double-skin milk pudding was enough to make a child squint their eyes and enjoy happiness on their way home.

Things weren't so good when we grew up.

Unless you start working and get all sorts of coupons, and see milk tea that used to cost ten or twenty yuan become only three yuan, you won't find milk tea delicious anymore.

But Hailing doesn't lack money now, nor does she need to roll it.

Push open the doors of the two most popular cake shops next to schools on this street.

Watching my little keyboardist, wearing a small apron, jumping around.

"Hailin!! Here she comes!"

It's strange, but sometimes, when I hear someone call my name, I feel differently.

At once.

Xiaomeng would send a text message every now and then, asking her to plead for help, using a sweet, coquettish voice, "Sister Hailing, please help me, you're the best."

I felt goosebumps all over; hearing that sound made me want to wash my ears.

However, Xiaomeng was clearly one of the most lively and cheerful people in their group, and also a beautiful girl with a super sweet voice in everyone's eyes.

But hearing that ruined my whole day.

but.

Just by pushing open the door, I instinctively say "Welcome!"

Then she looked up at herself, her eyes instantly turning into crescent moons, and she practically jumped up and down, calling out in an even sweeter voice, "Hailin! You're here!"

She suddenly came close to me, calling out "Hailing, Hailing!" her voice full of joy.

"What's wrong? Uh, ugh, Hailing, are you feeling unwell? Where does it hurt? Your stomach or something else?"

She watched as this guy, who seemed like an idiot, stood on tiptoe to feel his forehead, even though he could have just used his hand to check his temperature. She watched as he warmed her stomach with the hand he had just used to make ice cream in the freezer before coming over to rub her own stomach.

"Is not It Cold?"

"Hey, are my hands still cold?" Xiangzi was just about to put them back on his stomach to warm them up.

"Aren't you cold in the stomach?"

"I'm fine! I'm in great shape! This little bit of cold is nothing!"

. . . . . .

Stupid!

Hailing grabbed Xiangzi's hand and squeezed it hard.

Seriously, you idiot.

He pulled the other person through the crowd to where Wakaba Mutsu was sitting.

"We're just a band formed to make money, so let's not put too much emotion into it, okay?"

"Yes! You guys too, don't get too emotionally invested!!" Xiangzi said smugly.

“…Idiot!” Hailing sighed. “Fine, let’s try it out today. Our band’s lineup isn’t finalized yet, but we’re definitely missing a drummer, as for the lead singer and the rest.”

"Today, during our practice, let's try it out first. Hello, shopkeeper, I'm Hachiman Kairin. It's nice to meet you. Thank you for giving us this opportunity."

"No, no, no, it's so great that you can come and help. If these breads can't be sold on the same day, they'll go bad. If you can make a profit by selling ten loaves of bread and requesting a song, I won't have to deal with the bread, and you can even make a profit."

"But, Grandma, we always sold out before, if that's the case," Xiangzi protested softly.

As always, she resisted other people's kindness.

"That's because you did it! It really is!" The old woman gritted her teeth and looked at Xiangzi.

"If it weren't for the fact that sales were so good a few days ago, and I couldn't stand it, I made a huge batch these past two days. If I hadn't let you make them, would I be in this situation now?"

Xiangzi has been kicked out by his mother-in-law these past two days and is now working as a receptionist.

Out of a sense of pride, especially after an old friend told him that his bread was terribly bad, he started selling his bread separately from Xiangzi's.

then.

"How could I forget? Xiao Xiang is the salesman up front, how could I possibly sell everything! If I find a good salesman, I can easily sell everything too!"

"But," Hachiman Kairin looked at Xiangzi, "you still asked Xiangzi for help, didn't you? You're still..."

Just as he was about to say something, a small, delicate hand landed on his mouth.

Is that a cucumber propped up behind me, or the scissors that were just placed next to me?!

"Of course I know, but isn't my most reliable salesperson the only one I have? Xiao Xiang is my employee, is there a problem with him working for me?"

"No, so." Xiangzi raised his head, as if to say something.

"It's different. Logically speaking, for cakes that are inferior to those of the bakers in the comparison, we usually find a way to let each shop employee do their own thing. Then, the baker who lost the cake honestly doesn't get paid, and gives the prize to the winner and the one who helped. You are both the winner and the one who helped!"

Xiangzi seemed to want to say something more.

The mother-in-law sighed.

“It’s true. Go ask my teachers and everyone I’ve ever known. It’s the same for them, and none of them have as much experience as I do.”

"Why?" Hailing asked instinctively. "Did you compete many times?"

"Yes! I am known as the 'Neon Will That Never Fades' in the cake world."

"Huh? The spirit of having to win even if you lose?" Xiangzi had never heard of this before, and sat there looking at his mother-in-law.

"No, it's that he hasn't won a single game, yet he keeps challenging others, essentially making bread for them for free."

"..."

Seeing the three silent girls in front of her, the old woman quickly explained.

"It's different! Do you even know what wisdom is!"

“Back then, no one taught me how to make cakes, so I said I was a cake decorator and came to challenge them. I used other people’s materials and the techniques of the chefs across the street to learn. I learned a little bit each time, and different chefs had different techniques. I learned little by little. In the end, they all said that a cake decorator who hadn’t been challenged by me was not qualified.”

"Even that girl doesn't want to take on the challenge, so this guy's cake must be terrible. He's not even willing to steal the recipe."

"I was really famous back then!"

. . . . . .

The trio in the small band looked at their mother-in-law.

"What, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing!" Xiangzi turned his head away. "Ahem, let's get started!"

"Okay, you guys sing, I'll continue making bread." Grandma nodded. "I just don't believe that Xiao Xiang, who learned from me, can make bread that tastes better than mine? How could that be? Is there really some kind of love and justice that can make food taste better? No, absolutely not!"

After watching their mother-in-law return to the back, the three of them looked at each other.

"Then, what to do?"

"Okay, let's try it separately, just like we discussed before."

Hai Ling looked at the two people in front of her.

"Each of the three of us will sing a song to see whose voice is more suitable to be the lead singer. If none of them are suitable, we will have to find a new lead singer. If they can play the drums, that would be even better."

Let the people in the audience who bought bread request a song. Each person can request one song to sing, and we'll see who sings the best.

"Let's try this first," Hailing said, looking at Xiangzi and Ruoye Mutsu.

"Okay!" Xiangzi nodded and went outside with everyone to prepare for the performance.

just.

"Nah."

"Hmm?" Hachiman Kairin looked at Shoko, who had suddenly pulled her along.

"Are you still feeling unwell?"

"Eh?"

"Weren't you feeling unwell just now?"

"..." So, didn't I already say that?

We're just gathered here to make money.

Although, that's not what I'm after.

It was for the band I wanted.

However, even so, it's still too much.

"It's alright, Xiao Xiang. You can't touch your stomach with cold hands."

"It's okay! Don't worry about me, I'm perfectly healthy. Besides, we agreed to get together to make money. If you get too emotionally involved, what if I run away and you'll be crying? Don't worry about me so much."

. . . . . .

He looked at the girl in front of him who waved her hand in rejection of his concern, but whose eyes were full of tenderness.

Yawata Kairin gripped her bass guitar tightly, but also touched her stomach.

My hands were warm just now.

It sounds like someone is rubbing their belly and laughing loudly.

Can you really tell the difference?

And if you can tell the difference, why do you do it?

In the end, all that's left is dissatisfaction in my heart. I resist being loved, yet I love others. What is this? It must be an illusion.