MyGO!!! I am the succubus Xiaoxiang?

"I feel happy when I'm with my favorite stones, with the band, and chatting and laughing together."

"Sitting on the tram, with my best friend beside me, you in front of me, looking at the scenery outside the tram, feeling the cool breeze, I feel so happy."

"Although we are all together for various reasons, we were initially without support and even when we were lost, now that we are all here, that is happiness."

“Every single moment like this is one I want to remember for a lifetime. The time we spend together is a lifetime. So, I am very happy. So, I want to share this happiness, record this experience, express my feelings, and bring my happiness to everyone. I hope you can hear this feeling. I hope everyone can be as happy as I am, together for a lifetime!”

"That's why these words, Xiangzi, are full of emotion and power, and that's why they became our songs. Only in this way can we write our songs."

"It's not that I'm so great that I wrote the song, it's just that..."

The lamp was looking at Xiangzi.

"It's about everyone, about your happiness every day. That's what you mean by being amazing."

The lamp's eyes sparkled like a galaxy.

. . . . . .

Xiangzi is not on today's schedule.

In the quiet of the night, I put on my headphones and sit in front of my keyboard.

Are lyrics that come from one's own heart the only ones that give one true power?

I closed my eyes slightly and listened to the sounds of my fingers playing the keyboard in accordance with my heart.

Little by little, from the noise and chaos, to a gradual calm, finally, ripples spread through the depths of one's heart.

Amidst laughter and playfulness, and in the face of reality, what kind of person truly enjoys laughter?

Someone who excels at making themselves the center of attention, at drawing attention to their smile, and at immersing people in the beauty of music, after which they find peace.

It is longing.

The characters in MUJICA are all mature on the surface, saying they broke up peacefully, but in reality they can't let go of Momoka at all; Hailing says she's only doing it to make money, but actually longs for the band; Mana is trying to turn idols around; Hatsuka is strange and speaks harshly, but in reality she doesn't know how to care, doesn't care about others, doesn't expect others to care about her, and is a child who longs for love in her heart; and there's also Mutsu.

To be honest, the people of MUJICA have never been the kind of people that the world can accept.

If you put it outside, people would probably call you a monster.

But even so, everyone gathered here.

Even a little monster should have its own home.

Maybe so.

That is, being the most normal version of yourself.

Let's protect each other until we all become strong enough to resist the world breaking our own edges.

Countless times I've been tricked by fate, hiding in a corner and crying.

Xiangzi looked at the corner of the wall next to the keyboard, and the rag doll next to him was looking at him.

Clutching her doll, the girl sobbed softly, afraid of disturbing others. As if she had been discovered, she wiped away her tears, stubbornly raised her head, and looked at herself with an indifferent expression.

Will I be happy? Will I become happy?

do not know.

But I'll leave it to myself.

Their fate, their names, and your grievances.

Leave it all to me.

Starlight streamed into the room, adorning the girl's palm.

In a flash, I clenched my fist and caught the little fish swimming back and forth in the starlight.

"A silent sound flows from the manipulation of fate."

"Please entrust this to me and return."

In the stillness of the night, the stars shine brightly, and the new moon hangs on the branches, flowing into the girl's dreams.

. . . . . .

"Om~"

The girl, covered by a blanket and clutching a photo album, heard her phone suddenly ring. She picked up the phone, looked at the message, and hugged it to her chest.

“KiLLKiSS”

Ruoye Mu murmured, humming the demo that Xiangzi played over and over again.

Only the sound of the keyboard mingling with Xiangzi's voice makes it sound like he's not alone.

PS: Lamp talks about happiness with you, Xiangzi is thinking about MUJICA, Aine is thinking about finding a girlfriend, Su Shi complains about Aine, and Li Xi is disliked by the cat.

Someone mentioned earlier that they didn't know why their speech sounded sarcastic or strange. I had that problem before too, because of various issues. What others considered ordinary things, I thought were quite impressive.

Then people tell you, "If you don't want to praise someone, then don't."

In the book, Chu Hua harbored strong feelings for Xiang Zi, but she was afraid that if she talked too much and rambled on, it might upset Xiang Zi, so she didn't dare to say too much.

So my solution is...

For example, praising someone's cooking skills.

When others think something is just average, I think it's pretty good.

At this point, when I said it was delicious, everyone thought I was being sarcastic.

I tried to change it later.

That is.

I used to eat at the school cafeteria, and there was no food to eat at home on weekdays, so I often ate dinner with all the boarding students at the school cafeteria before going home. Now, eating the food you cooked is so delicious.

Tell everyone why you feel that way, your standards of comparison, and your feelings. At least if people can understand your feelings, they won't say you're being sarcastic.

However, to be honest, the food in the elementary school cafeteria where I live wasn't very good.

But when I get home, there's no food. My family either goes out drinking or playing mahjong. Sigh.

I don't know if it will be useful, but if it can help those who need it, that's good.

This also shows that I'm pretty good at getting along with people.

There's a major flood, I need to take leave.

It's raining heavily here today, the water is ankle-deep. I was just happily talking about how my boss went crazy and left work early, but when I ran back, good heavens, our area is basically without power.

And why is it so hot and stuffy even when it's raining?

I have to take the day off today. I need to see when I can get some electricity, otherwise I won't be able to charge my phone. It only has 8% battery left! Ugh, I should have secretly taken advantage of my boss's offer to charge it after get off work.

I need to ask for leave, but alas, I don't have a leave slip left after I ask for leave today. How sad.

That's good, I can get a good night's sleep tonight, since I won't have my phone with me.

In conclusion, I hereby request leave.

I also want to tell everyone.

Goodnight, goodnight everyone.

I'll go check if my power bank still has power.

Chapter 85. In that room that Xiangzi absolutely could not see, lived Sanjiao Chuhua.

"You've discarded all your names, and now you're crying uncontrollably, a blurry image of yourself."

Compared to previous lead singers.

The voice, devoid of emotion, cold and feignedly sentimental, was filled with divine divinity. Despite lacking genuine feeling, it deliberately acted affectedly, as if a deity was striving to fulfill people's needs.

Rather than a god, it's more accurate to say it exists on the same level as a god, devoid of emotion, yet compelled to smile for various reasons.

It was chilling yet deeply moving.

"No, Xiao Mu can't handle this song."

Hailing looked at Wakaba Mutsu, who was standing in the middle of everyone as the lead singer.

KiLLKiSS, you have to tell me if it's a good song or not.

Yes.

Is Xiao Mu's ethereal, emotionless, yet divine and silent voice pleasant to listen to?

It sounds good.

However, would these two pieces make a good melody together?

Yes!

But it's not good enough.

A song that is good enough will allow everyone who sings it to achieve the effect they want.

However, what a good lead singer needs is to make everyone's first reaction when these good songs are played and their voice comes out.

Yes, it's you!

This song should be sung by you.

Others can sing in all sorts of different styles, but when your voice comes out, everyone can hear your style, and that makes you a qualified lead singer.

The best lead singer is the one whose voice comes out and everyone thinks, "This song should be sung by you."

Only your emotions are strong enough to subdue this song.

Xiao Mu's voice and emotions couldn't overpower the song.

"Crunch!!"

Before anyone could react, the door was pushed open by hurried footsteps.

The blonde lead singer, carrying a guitar, pushed open the door and looked inside.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The girl originally had countless words to explain.

The firm only discovered today that a huge pile of notices and advertising fees they signed included...

There was also a request for SUMIMI to assist with publicity and substitute teaching.

Help its training institutions recruit idol trainees.

Meanwhile, Mana and the new idol group were actively engaged in activities.

Not to mention the two idol groups that are already creating conflict and hype, what effect will Mana's return as a member of SUMIMI have, and will it affect their money-making plans?

Therefore, the class that should have been a two-person activity was instead taught by Chuhua alone.

One person, two classes, a bunch of people, and all sorts of noise, students, parents, and even reporters.

The more tired and haggard he looked, the more satisfied everyone was.

He sighed from exhaustion, and the reporter next to him almost burst out laughing, already having already thought of the news headlines for when he got back.

Therefore, I did the work of two people. After finishing, I finally got off work and rushed over at full speed.

These can all be explained.

but.

Or better yet, I should hurry up and do what I'm supposed to do.

Carrying her guitar, she walked towards the center of the group, under everyone's gaze, and looked at Wakaba Mutsumi, who had made way for her.

Chu Hua's eyes were fixed on Ruo Ye Mu.

Why did the other person move away from the microphone?

Looking at everyone's expressions, the effects processor was on, and the recording was turned off halfway through playback.

. . . . . .

Was Xiao Mu singing for me just now?