MyGO!!! I am the succubus Xiaoxiang?

If it were just the ordinary world.

Ruo Ye Mu felt that even if she didn't need to be wary of Su Shi, the other party would never be able to do so in their entire life.

Because they are a band that uses their friends for other purposes.

Xiangzi only knows how to get angry.

Then, I will absolutely not join, and I will even apologize to the other members to completely sever ties.

Because this is their band, Xiangzi can only stand by and watch as everyone moves towards happiness.

But then, Deng pulled Xiangzi into the middle of everyone.

That's why.

Moreover, Ai-yin and Deng are both seemingly clueless, and one genuinely doesn't think too much.

That's why it's become like this.

that's it.

Su Shi almost got kicked.

Lixi is so anxious that he's almost looking for a new bassist.

The new bassist's words.

Ruoye Mu looked at Hailing.

In other words, you almost joined the team.

"I see. That makes sense. If it's a lead singer or a group with a bassist, there's nothing I can do. I can't just let them leave, and neither can Xiangzi."

"But it seems that this is the only way right now."

Hailing rubbed her head.

"Are you telling me this so I can consider it? So I can decide whether, as the bassist, I should gamble on being replaced?"

Hailing pressed her head.

"Let me think about it!"

The scary thing is...

The idea, which sounded pretty good, failed.

What's even more frightening is...

The one who failed was the bassist.

Coincidentally, I am one of them too.

Hailing rubbed her temples.

Am I really that stupid? Or is the other person really that stupid?

"Achoo!" A girl who had tentatively sent Xiangzi a "good afternoon" message scrolled through her phone, chatting happily with the girl on the other end, about everything from lunch to dinner to cooking, from makeup to clothes.

until.

"Hey, Aine is calling. SOYO, I'll take this call first."

Then he stopped replying, Xiangzi.

After a long while, I went over to ask and found out that Ai-yin had been chatting for half an hour without stopping, spouting all sorts of random jokes, and that her parents had abandoned her again to go live with her outside.

. . . . . .

Stinky pink hair!!

It must be that pink-haired girl laughing at herself!

Nagasaki Motoyo rolled over and got out of bed. Seeing her mother push open the door, she quickly took small steps to greet her.

. . . . . .

"It's so hot!"

The summer sun is always excessively intense.

The owner of a fruit shop on the street took advantage of this time to pull out his freezer and start selling watermelons on the street.

A slice of watermelon, 99% new.

Actually, it had been sitting there for quite some time.

Although you can tell from looking and smelling that it's not that fresh.

Alas, the sun shines today.

This is enough to make the watermelons, which are several times more expensive than usual, sell very well.

But the boss didn't make any money either.

too hot.

The owner himself slurped up a few pieces.

even so.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

Holding a fan and turning on a small one, even touching the ice, the shopkeeper on the street was still breathing heavily.

However, the boss turned his head and saw a little girl covered in sweat, not even holding an umbrella.

"Hey beautiful, wanna have a slice of watermelon? It's the last one!"

"No."

"Huh? The last one, it'll be gone once this shop is over."

"No, thank you for your concern."

"Just consider it helping your uncle out. Once this is sold out, he can go home." The shop owner sipped his saliva; the air conditioning in the fruit shop was incredibly comfortable.

What was I thinking, coming out here to sell watermelons?

"No need, Uncle."

Please help me!

"Sorry, I don't have that much money."

"I'll sell it to you cheaper." The watermelon didn't look very fresh; it would probably spoil if left out for another day. The shopkeeper looked up and thought, "If I can't make more than 50%, I'll make 40%."

"no thanks."

"No matter how much I beg you, you still won't buy it. You might as well die of heat. You're wasting your breath. Why doesn't this sun bake you to death?"

The store manager, cursing and swearing, dragged the freezer back to his fruit shop.

Xiangzi, who had been scolded, remained silent, continuing to look at his phone and search for the other person's location.

"Hello, I was chatting with you privately yesterday."

"Hey, if you don't accept it, then why did you say yesterday that you wanted to talk about it offline?"

"Eh?"

"Hi, excuse me."

Xiangzi stared at the closed door in front of him, his body resisting the urge to turn and leave.

Just now, when I opened the door, a blast of cold air came out.

My heart feels cool and my heart is soaring.

goo.

Air conditioning is great.

Everyone was getting restless from being exposed to the sun.

I passed by that fruit shop and walked out a short while later.

"Clap."

Xiangzi ran back and looked at the fruit shop.

May you never sell any fruit in your life! May your shop go bankrupt!

You're the one who'll be sunburned to death!

Ugh! I'm so angry!!

I'm going to throw watermelon rinds at you!

Xiangzi glared angrily at the shop in front of him and the watermelon rinds scattered all over the ground.

Then, someone walked by.

The elegant young woman snorted and raised her head high, walking gracefully down the road.

Aside from my clothes being soaked with sweat, there were no other problems.

By the way.

"Clap."

The watermelon rind went into the trash can.

Score! Charity score! Ten points!

. . . . . .

"Hey, you really like our band? Well then!"

"But, the bassist."

"But our bassist didn't do anything wrong, did he?"

"Well, there must be a reason why so many teams have broken up."

"If everyone gets sick after breathing air, is air guilty too?"

"No, I mean, I mean, at least, at least you can spend some time with her. She's a very, very good and serious person, so..."

"Uh, okay, sorry to bother you."

. . . . . .

"that."

. . . . . .

"Excuse me, is anyone home? Um, I don't think anyone's even home with a broken door, but I'm just kidding, actually no one is.

"Well, well, maybe it was sent to the wrong address."

. . . . . .

"Well!"

"My butt almost turned into a charcoal grill."

Touching his own buttocks, he shrank back and sat in the chair in the shade.

At this temperature, do you think an egg would cook if you smashed it on top?

It's almost time to say the sun is setting.

These stone benches are hot; no wonder there are marble slabs for grilling.

I quickly scrolled through my phone, unfollowing people one by one.

Hmm, none of them are willing.

Hailing took it as a joke, but Xiangzi did not.

Because how many jokes can be made with the truth in their hearts?

The place where jokes and fun are common.

It was only after reflecting on this matter that I realized how absurd it was.

Of course, this is Hailing's idea, and can be ignored.