MyGO!!! I am the succubus Xiaoxiang?

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Or.

Actually, Hai Ling might be better off without him.

But, but.

Xiangzi knew that, of course.

No one is indispensable, and no one's happiness can only be found here.

Perhaps, Hailing will find true happiness if she leaves him, or perhaps, he can achieve the same without Hailing.

No one will stop moving forward.

In the end, everyone met and smiled at each other.

Perhaps, starting now, I should give up on Hailing, listen to Xiaomu's advice, and work hard little by little. Maybe then I can pay back the money, become rich, and have a successful and happy band.

When we meet, I can wave to Hailing and say it's been a long time.

It seems pretty good.

But the thought of saying something like, "Hailin, you don't need me anymore," terrified Xiangzi.

Yes, Xiangzi was afraid.

I'm afraid. If I can abandon Hailing for one thing today, what about the future? What about Xiaomu? What about everyone?

They became numb and indifferent; they matured, like adults, and learned about society.

“You don’t understand the darkness of the Toyokawa family. You have to try to stop being kind, Xiangzi.”

Whenever Xiangzi thought about these things, this sentence would always echo in his mind.

Never.

No way, I can do it myself, I can protect what I can.

Xiangzi didn't want to become that kind of person.

No one can be sacrificed by oneself; the only one who can be pushed to the guillotine is oneself.

No one can bear the weight of their own burdens.

only myself.

As for myself, I will never admit defeat.

The person sitting there was stubborn and arrogant.

I will find a lead singer, keep Hailing, and form a band that will bring happiness to others.

Then, make money, and everything will be solved.

I know I can do it.

"Om~"

The phone vibrated in her hand, bringing back the girl who, for a moment, had stubbornly stood apart from the world, watching everything with an air of independence.

Turn on your phone.

It's a singer I follow performing outside.

The other person left the group and hasn't found a new band yet.

"Clap!"

Xiangzi's little face was flushed and he was all smiles.

"Heh heh! The opportunity has come! Heh heh! Who else could wait until now? It's me!"

Standing up, patting his bottom, Xiangzi set off from the address the other party had sent him.

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"Too blank, too empty, the answers are often just empty common sense."

A lone guitarist plays softly.

As for right and wrong, who really knows what is right and what is wrong?

The blue-haired girl stood beside him, listening intently to his music.

Music always gives people strength.

At least, at this moment, who can say that they are wrong?

Toyokawa Shoko raised her head.

. . . . . .

The girl in front of me was packing up her guitar, lingeringly touching every corner, and even smiling when she touched a certain protruding spot.

I really like my guitar.

He looked like he wanted to linger.

His eyes were full of stories.

. . . . . .

"Is this Senior Kawai Momoka?" Xiangzi stepped forward, sat down beside her, and asked as she helped tidy up the synthesizer.

"Hmm? Yes, and who are you?"

"Hello, I'm Toyokawa Shoko, and I'm the keyboardist for a band."

"Huh? Keyboardist, what do you want?" The girl with long platinum blonde hair looked over and then at the blue-haired girl in front of her.

I don't think I've ever met their band before.

"Your singing voice is very beautiful and melodious. After hearing it, I felt that it would be very sad if I couldn't hear you continue singing. So, I would like to invite you to join my band and become the lead singer. Is that okay?"

Xiangzi looked at the other person.

"Hmm? You're inviting me to be the lead singer? Your band."

"Ok!"

"Oh?"

"This is our band's audio; you can listen to it."

Momoka Kawahara reached out and took the earphones, listening to the audio being played by the other party.

"Wow, that's amazing! They're on par with us... on par with professionals!"

"Yes, we are a band that wants to move towards professionalization."

"A profession?" Kawara Momoka asked, looking at Shoko.

"Ok!"

"..." Is it like me, yearning to make it a profession? But...

No, it's not that the other person's style is different from mine. Rather, it's that it resonates with everyone more. This kind of song with a touch of dark elements is a song that gradually touches people's hearts.

Although it doesn't have the positive and cute style of other idol groups like KRKR, it's still a style that can be accepted by most people.

“But I refuse,” Momoka Kawaragi said.

Because this isn't the style of my own songs.

and.

As the lead singer, I know better than anyone else.

The lead singer inside had such rich emotions.

It was terrifying, a truly frightening feeling.

That heaviness, that feeling of being tightly embraced.

When did the girl band become so heavy? It's as if they really met their favorite angel, who was there to shower everyone with love, and then wanted to leave.

If I hadn't experienced such a heavy emotional burden in the past, and if I hadn't sung songs that weren't in my own style, I would have only dragged these people down.

Kawara Momoka shook her head and refused.

“My style doesn’t quite suit yours, you’ve heard that, haven’t you?”

"It's okay, we can manage."

“If it were before, if I were still full of desire, I would have agreed, but now.” Momoka Kawara looked at Shoko, “Today is my last day of performance, I’m leaving.”

"Huh?" Xiangzi looked at the girl in front of him.

Seeing the other person's fist clenched unconsciously, he looked at the guitar with resentment.

. . . . . .

"I see?" Xiangzi said with a wry smile. He was too late. If he had come earlier, perhaps the other party would not have given up on his music.

It really is too late.

"Then I'll accompany you. If it's the end, then it'll be for your music. At least, in my final memories, I won't be alone, but will end with friends, someone who's tired and successful and leaves, because I came here to listen to your music."

"...Thank you." Kawara Momoka looked at the girl in front of her and silently took back her guitar.

Then, I watched as the other person went next door to borrow a keyboard.

"Thank you."

It's not the return of the losers, but the departure of the successful.

"Do you know?"

“I’ve played ‘Empty Box’ with my bassist!” Xiangzi laughed.

With Hailing, at the coffee shop.

At the time, Hailing said that it was okay, their band had disbanded and reformed.

. . . . . .

Seriously, time flies.

There are no right answers, no defeats, I am just me.

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