MyGO!!! I am the succubus Xiaoxiang?

Is Hailing really after money?

In conclusion, the band's style may be related to money, but it's unlikely to be.

So, what do these bands have in common?

The commonalities among the three people.

Xiangzi didn't know what it was, let alone how to determine the band's style.

Why did you form this band?

Xiao Mu did it for herself.

And myself.

I don't know why, at first I just didn't want Xiaomu to continue to suffer, but now...

Xiangzi looked at Hailing.

It's amazing how life is. We try our best to cut off and sever the entanglements that bind us, one by one, so that those on the shore can move on and those in the mud can stop struggling.

But life goes on. Someone will appear beside you, reach out their hand, and take your hand, without you understanding why or what, they just reach out and take your hand.

Just like a sea bell.

A strange twist of fate brought them together, and they became entangled.

Now that things have come to this, can I really let go and tell Hailing that it's okay?

Xiangzi didn't know.

But what about Hailing?

What is Hailing's idea? She says she needs to join a band that pays her a salary so she can earn money to support herself.

It seems so; he lives alone and makes a living through his band.

So, she joined the band for the money, right?

Like Xiao Mu, except Xiao Mu wanted to make herself rich, while Hai Ling wanted to make herself rich.

Xiangzi looked at the girl beside him.

Even so, I promised to fulfill their wish, so I need to do my best.

He secretly cheered himself up.

Hai Ling, who was listening and pondering the question, looked up at the girl in front of her.

What is his purpose in being with Wakaba Mutsu?

Hailing subconsciously touched her bass guitar, looking at the girl beside her.

What is the reason for this?

Perhaps, both Ruoye Muku and herself knew who it was for.

But Xiangzi did it for herself and Ruoye Mutsu.

Now, Xiangzi is standing in front of him, asking himself what he did for.

. . . . . .

For you, could you come down? For you, could you just look at us, or just look at me?

Of course, I couldn't say it.

Do you want to compose music based on what you truly want to say in your heart?

. . . . . .

Looking at the girl in front of her, Hailing finally understood how difficult it was to be a lead singer, after all, one needs to confront one's own feelings.

Even those base, excessive, and absurd desires.

Well, what do I want to do most right now?

Playing the bass, he spoke his heart.

That's what Xiangzi said.

He looked at the girl in front of him expectantly, even holding her breath as she stared at him, waiting for him.

It's like something you've longed for at some point in your life.

and so.

"I won't give up! I won't surrender!"

The bass guitar hummed softly, and Hailing began to sing.

but.

It feels so awkward.

It's extremely awkward.

It's like a boy who's never seen a girl before saying he has many girlfriends on the night of May 520th. In reality, he's not even a boy anymore!

It's as absurd as a little girl saying she has big breasts and stuffing two big watermelons inside.

Bass doesn't lie. When expressing its innermost feelings, it can be obscured by various things, but music doesn't. Music that resonates with you must be because some of its emotions resonate with your own heart.

When you're sad, listening to "Sunshine, Rainbow, and Little White Horse" won't make you laugh; you'll just find it noisy. And when you're happy, you won't want to listen to sad songs either.

Because they cannot resonate with each other.

Moreover, he is a bassist, a soul-like presence.

Therefore, there must be one aspect of the relationship that wasn't deep enough.

Xiangzi said this.

then.

The struggle began.

It is difficult for people to recognize their own thoughts and desires, and they are unwilling to admit their own baseness.

However, the songs that touch people's hearts and resonate with them are those that directly strike at their core.

"This is the song you're supposed to sing, if it doesn't have your emotions in it."

"I think I have plenty of emotions."

"But can you say it? Why? Who do you want to beat? What do you believe you can prove? You just sing 'I want to win, I want to win,' but there's nothing there at all; it's just an empty shell."

"..."

"Hai Ling?"

“It’s like, it’s like,” Hailing struggled to say.

It's like one day in class, the teacher suddenly calls on you to do a problem that you think you can do, then you calculate it and the teacher says you got it wrong, and then calls on another person who is your arch-rival to do the problem, and the other person gets it right.

The other person mocked him for being so incompetent.

Standing on the podium, watching the teacher praise the other student, I felt like I was the one who made a mistake, being watched by dozens of people, whose gazes seemed to mock me.

Even after class, every glance seemed to say that the other person was wrong.

But I felt I was right, and I felt they were wrong.

After checking the calculations countless times, I am still certain that I am right.

Then I went to the teacher to check the calculation and found that I was right.

I hope the teacher can prove himself right in the next class.

But the teacher just said, "Great job," and then nothing more. When asked, the answer was, "It's nothing. We've already passed this question. It won't appear on the exam, so it doesn't matter!"

Have!

It really matters!

That's how angry I am!

Therefore, this anger is simply an emotion! It's about wanting to prove yourself right!

"So what's making you angry?" Xiangzi asked. "To prove that I got the question right, or to prove that I'm better than the other side, to show that everyone is wrong, or to directly prove that the teacher is also wrong, to challenge my authority. Now, you say you want to win, so your anger stems from your desires and emotions. Sing it out!"

"No! I just want to win!"

As if something sensitive had been touched, Hailing instinctively resisted having that area touched.

But it was brought up eventually.

why?

Because, because, because I'm afraid.

I want to form a band, I want to form a wonderful band.

Therefore, I cannot accept that I am a team-destroying maniac.

I will dismantle all the teams I've been in.

Do you understand?

Hairin Hachiman, who most looked forward to a wonderful band, turned out to be a dismantling maniac.

Not only that, but with this title, who would want to join my band?

Joining a team that's destined to disband?

Yes, I was thinking of making you fall into depravity, I was thinking of making you turn back into a human.

So I can do anything.

but!

I can't do it. I'm not some great being like you.

I am not an angel, nor a god.

You quit your job to allow me to form a wonderful band or something.

I can't do it!

I can't bear to leave, I want to stay in this band forever!

What I want is for you to come to my side, for you to be by my side.

Instead!

I left, stood at a distance, and watched you be happy.

I can't do it.

So I don't want to admit that I'm a band-breaking maniac, even though I know I've joined countless bands that have been broken up.

I don't want to leave the band.

I want to hold you tight, my only and last expectation for the band.

Saying things like "you'll fall into depravity" is all a lie.

I just hope that you can fulfill my wish, that you can stay by my side.

I found my home, my own band.

I am terrified of your departure, of the fact that I am not part of your happiness.

This is me.

I'm unwilling to say it out loud.

Hailing kept her head down and remained silent.

. . . . . .

"How about we try out the stage outfits first? That way, if we see something we like, we can use that to develop our band's style?"

Xiangzi looked at Hailing in front of him, picked up the shrine maiden outfit in his hand, and looked at her.

"Xiangzi?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I didn't want to either, but I wanted to say what's on my mind, what I really think."