MyGO!!! I am the succubus Xiaoxiang?

"Tsk, it's just a little short."

Tao Xiang recorded it again and again, but she always felt that Chu Hua was too reserved.

how to say.

There's a sense of formality about it.

Normally, a song that is open and full of emotion should be like Nina's "Empty Box".

Having experienced countless things, the emotions gathered in the song are sung with deep feeling in the singer's voice, resonating with the listener.

Chu Hua is still a little hesitant to let go of her feelings.

. . . . . . .

Practice over.

Everyone separated.

Xiangzi, hands on his hips, told Taoxiang that he wasn't nervous at all, adding that if she cried later, he should comfort her.

Chu Hua returned home, constantly pondering what she was still lacking.

Just after taking a shower, preparing to blow-dry her hair and go to sleep, she picked up Xiangzi's Forgotten Goddess doll.

"Buzz~"

The phone rang.

Chu Hua picked it up and saw a message clearly displayed on the screen:

Xiangzi!

In an instant, the doll flew out and landed on the ground.

However, there was no time to think about it. Chu Hua immediately swept the things on the bed to the floor, including the MUJICA-themed blankets, the other people hanging to the side watching her holding the Xiangzi doll, and even Xiangzi's performance costume. She then knelt neatly on the bed, held her phone in both hands, and opened Xiangzi's text messages.

Xiangzi sent over a long, detailed message.

The opening line is: don't be nervous, relax, it doesn't matter if you lose. They are professionals and can win many times, but they have the ability to not lose.

Then came the explanation of the song, a detailed analysis of every step of its creation.

From staying by the lamp's side, to feeling happiness, to reflecting on one's true self, thinking about the songs one wants to hear, and then to meticulously crafting each line of dialogue.

He kept saying that he was fine and not nervous.

Saki-chan must be the one who's nervous.

Chu Hua wiggled her toes, pulled her leg out from under her buttocks, and watched Xiangzi's eloquent sharing and analysis, and watched the girl say she wasn't nervous while texting her late at night to discuss things.

I wish I could be perfect all at once, yet I'm also afraid of worrying and being scared.

Just imagining it makes me picture the girl standing with her hands on her hips, saying she's fine, biting her lip, and glaring fiercely at the poster of Diamond Star.

how to say.

The child said he was grown up and wouldn't play childish games anymore, but when he stood next to the rice bucket, looking around and seeing no one, he reached out to play with the rice. Then he turned his head and realized that he was whistling with his hands behind his back, seemingly unconcerned.

"No, I don't want to. I'm not nervous. It's okay. I'm not afraid."

"Well, here are my thoughts, this is what I was thinking when I wrote it. Chu Hua, what about you? What are your thoughts?"

It's twelve o'clock, Xiangzi.

Eh?

Chu Hua realized that, without noticing, she was lying on the bed, hugging her pillow, holding her phone, and swinging her legs.

He watched as the girl said she would come to his house tomorrow or the day after to have a proper talk with him.

Chu Hua was startled awake.

Holding my phone, I looked around, thinking about what I needed to tidy up and what I needed to put away.

. . . . . .

Xiangzi is coming to my house!

The words say so.

however.

. . . . . .

the next day.

"Sorry, I probably can't make it today. I think I've caught a bit of a cold."

Chu Hua said in the group chat.

According to Mana, she helped him apply for leave.

It seems that Chuhua was busy all night yesterday, and fell asleep covered in sweat without drying her hair. She also didn't set up the air conditioner properly, which caused her to catch a cold.

I just don't know why Chuhua doesn't sleep at night.

As Mana spoke, everyone discussed the matter.

Xiangzi pursed his lips, lowered his head, and dared not say a word.

It seems like I did it myself.

Hmm, maybe I'm a little too nervous.

"Xiang?"

"Huh!!! It wasn't me, eh, Xiao, Xiao Mu, no, it's nothing!"

"Xiang?" Ruoye Mu tilted her head.

"nothing?"

"Xiang, speak."

"Hmm, Xiao Mu, I think I've done something bad."

"Ok?"

"Um, should I do something to make amends?" Xiangzi asked softly. "But I'm afraid she'll scold me."

After all, I troubled them for a whole night.

How did I only realize so late that I had actually messed with someone all night?

“Do what Xiang wants to do. If you want to apologize, then apologize. Xiang is lovely, everyone will like her, and she will forgive you,” said Ruoye Mutsu.

"Okay! That's good." Xiangzi nodded.

Xiao Mu looked at Xiangzi, about to ask what was wrong?

Then Xiangzi said.

"Hmm, I need to prepare something for Chuhua. What should I bring when I visit her?"

"Hey, Xiao Mu, what does Chu Hua like?"

"..." Wakaba Mutsu looked at Shoko, and finally seemed to admit defeat, "I don't know."

It's not a lie; in fact, Xiao Mu really doesn't know what Chu Hua likes.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that the other party is actually unwilling to reveal themselves in front of others.

It doesn't feel like myself.

I've made it very clear to everyone.

The things I like are simple.

Xiangzi.

So, not only herself, but when asked, no one else knew what Chu Hua liked.

Mana doesn't seem to know either.

Then.

"The thought is what counts," said Wakaba Mutsu.

"Okay!" Xiangzi nodded after asking around without getting a reply.

"Okay! Xiang! Go for it!" Ruoye Mu tried raising her little hand to wave and cheer for Xiangzi.

He just had no expression.

Why don't you go with Xiangzi?

Ruoye Mu suddenly thought of it.

Chapter 86 It's never setbacks that kill people, but expectations.

Last night, the east wind blew again in the small building.

Perhaps it was because I was busy too late yesterday and went to bed covered in sweat.

Or perhaps it's because I didn't dry my hair before going to bed last night and just went to sleep like that.

When the noisy alarm clock rang in the morning, I tried hard to open my eyes, but I felt unwell, my face was hot and I was in pain.

Consciousness is like cotton wool soaked in water, heavy and sluggish.

My throat is so dry and painful; every swallow feels like sandpaper rubbing against it.

Struggling to sit up, her fingertips touched her forehead, the burning sensation acutely clear. A lone half-full glass of water from last night sat on the bedside table. She groped for it, picked it up; the glass was icy cold, and there was only a shallow sip left, insufficient to quench her burning thirst.

. . . . . .

The first thing you need to learn when living alone is how to take care of yourself.

But even so.

Chu Hua curled up on the bed, her chin resting on her knees, the thin blanket being pulled up to wrap herself up, as if these were the only things that could give her warmth.

Perhaps because of her illness, Chu Hua always subconsciously felt that the room was very big and empty, and that she, curled up in the corner, seemed so small, and that the quiet and indifferent room seemed so lonely.

It seems like I've always been this lonely.

The place usually feels a bit crowded and lively, all because I've bought so many things and piled them up there, making it feel especially full of life.

Or rather, it feels like there's a sense of life there, like there's another person living with you.

There were throw pillows by the door, life-sized throw pillows on the sofa, and various photos, clothes, and piles of dolls.

They seem to be living a very exciting life.

Laugh and make noise with everyone every day, become an idol, be admired by thousands, or become a lead singer, and be expected by her.

In reality, the true self is the one who curls up alone in bed at night, gazing at the entire city in darkness.

I don't know which advertisement sent an air-conditioning blanket to wrap Chu Hua up, as if making the world small would make it feel less empty.

However, the thermometer that Youyou took out from under the covers showed that the girl did indeed have a fever.

"37.6℃".

How could someone who lives away from home not have tried to take care of themselves?

He took out his phone and sent a message to the company and his bandmates, informing them that he was sick and needed to take leave.

Then, supporting myself against the cold wall, I shuffled step by step into the cramped yet seemingly endless kitchen, picked up a cup, took the water, and felt the cold water slide down my burning throat, bringing a brief moment of relief. Leaning against the cold refrigerator door, I slowly slid down to sit on the floor.

In this world, only the refrigerator compressor emits a low, continuous hum, monotonously and stubbornly ringing out.

In the room, with the curtains drawn, the faint light from the refrigerator shone on Chu Hua, casting a long, clearly defined shadow of her curled-up body onto the cold floor tiles.

The girl, whose shoulders were buried between her bent knees and covered by an air-conditioning blanket, silently rose and fell.

The mournful cry of a lonely cub broke the low murmur, which eventually returned to indifference.

"Buzz~" The phone rang.

"Saki?" A warmth that seemed to come from nowhere helped the girl stand up and walk quickly toward the room.

Xiangzi said he was coming to my house yesterday.

Last night, I stuffed all the things I couldn't bear to look at into the storeroom.