MyGO!!! I am the succubus Xiaoxiang?

. . . . . .

The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

However, the students in the small class sighed.

No reason.

Because my last class was taught by Teacher Chuhua.

"clang!"

After school.

The students had just looked at their teacher with bitterness when they saw the teacher grab her belongings and run out.

"Hey, Teacher Chuhua?"

"what happened?"

"You haven't finished explaining the core of being an idol: constantly responding to everyone's love."

"get out of class is over! School's out!"

"But you're not usually like this!" Although she hasn't been here long, Chu Hua acts like a child who doesn't want to go home every day after school, wishing everyone would stay with her instead.

"Come on up if you want, I'll let you go!" Chu Hua rushed out in a hurry.

"Go home, go home!"

Muttering to myself, thinking about it.

The class was the first to leave school, and the teacher was the fastest runner in the whole school.

just.

"Crench."

"I'm back?"

Looking at the quiet room.

Chu Hua asked in a low voice.

But no one responded to her.

Yes, once Xiangzi saw that he was better, he wanted to go home.

This isn't Xiangzi's home.

I had thought about it long ago, and I already knew it.

Finding the place where Xiangzi's flavor was most concentrated, Chu Hua sat down and pondered.

If I lock the door in the morning, will Xiangzi still be inside when I get home, greeting me with "Welcome home"?

If only Xiangzi had stayed at home all along.

. . . . . .

AVE MUJICA: "Welcome to the world of MUJICA."

"KiLLKiSS clip.mp3"

A singer with a verified "big V" tag:

"Is the lead singer's emotion too terrifying? Just listening to this part, at first it felt like something was wrong, like something was being infected. The more you listen, the more you feel that desire and emotion surging up."

"That feeling of something breaking, that feeling of praying to God, oh God, let it fall down, it's so exhilarating. I'll be there in person, looking forward to your thunderous roar."

The comments came from various professional singers and bands who were attracted to the event.

Tao Xiang gave Chu Hua a thumbs up.

“Your understanding of this song has improved, and you've also grasped the emotions involved. Did Xiangzi explain it to you clearly?”

Chu Hua, who was practicing, didn't say anything. She watched as Tao Xiang exclaimed in surprise at the comments. No one was paying attention to her, so she quietly looked at Xiang Zi, who was always hanging around Xiao Mu.

The guitar in his hands roared even louder.

This is Ave Mujica.

PS: Hey, it's time for Xiangzi to use his Galactic Battleship to ram people.

However, Xiangzi, your Galaxy Battleship certainly has very high stats.

But what is the cost?

You think you're just taking care of others and then running away, thinking it's nothing, but have you ever considered what might happen?

Well, you didn't know!

After all, you've never expected anyone to take care of you. So, even though you know how to take care of others from your own memories and feelings, and you understand what people need, you can't imagine how people feel when they are taken care of, the excitement they feel, or what the consequences might be, because you've never been taken care of yourself.

Eh.

Toyokawa Shoko doesn't understand people's hearts.

Chapter 87 MUJICA, Taking the Stage

Makuhari Messe, Chiba, Tokyo.

Summer Sonic is one of Japan's most influential urban international music festivals. Since its inception in 2000, it has become a landmark event in Asian music culture.

Although it was initially organized with rock music as its core, it now covers all genres including pop, hip-hop, electronic, and metal.

The invited artists include international superstars such as adiohead, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Beyoncé, and Taylor Swift, as well as Japanese superstars such as Gen Hoshino.

It can accommodate more than 5 people per day.

In other words, more than 50,000 people in the audience could hear your voice.

It might not feel real if you say it out loud.

However, something that feels real should be like a sea bell.

Xiangzi looked at Hailing beside him, who was listening to Taoxiang's introduction from the front.

He mentioned how many audience members were in the audience.

How many people can this place hold? When the music starts playing and it roars, how many glow sticks will be waved around here?

Then Momoka explained that because various superstars would be invited to close the show, countless agencies and celebrities would also be present.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that every year there are instances of fans encountering their idols here. It could be intentional, or it could be that they were simply caught while listening to music.

Moreover, every year new stars are discovered, and they may become an overnight sensation or fade into obscurity.

“Countless music critics?” Hailing murmured, swallowing hard.

Countless music critics, singers, and talent scouts from various agencies come here to watch their performances.

All eyes.

Everyone is looking forward to seeing MUJICA, who is considered a rising star, perform.

Just like that child prodigy who opened the door and let everyone see his band play.

A bassist without a sound, a one-man stage, countless eyes staring intently at him, questioning, doubting, scrutinizing.

I don't know who laughed first, but then came the rustling sound of cockroaches and rats, wandering around in the middle of the night, like the sound of a siren. It was a creepy sound that seemed to crawl right into my ears. When I turned on the light and looked up, I couldn't see it at all, but when I turned off the light and closed my eyes, the laughter came back.

Every day and night, when I'm with the Fantasy Band, I think of it and reminisce.

That mocking laugh.

Why am I like this?

On a night of struggle, amidst the despair of the past, when I woke up from a nap on the floor, I touched my ear and saw an insect crawling over it. The scream and fear of that moment bound me tightly.

I thought I would never think of it again.

I thought I didn't care anymore.

Mingming has also benefited from the good fortune of several professional bands, and has been to such registration venues, seen countless music critics, and enjoyed the praise of others. He knows best within the band how many people there are and how skilled they are.

This should serve as a reassurance for everyone. In reality, it's not much, just like the sea and a fool. Looking down from above, it might seem like nothing's wrong, so just pretend it doesn't exist.

However, the thought of going on stage with everyone meant that MUJICA also needed to find an agency, as it was her own band.

Those things.

Instead, it became his own chain, reminding him of the past over and over again.

If, if I were the only one on stage, and I were the only one playing the bass that I couldn't hear...

"Okay!! Trust us now!"

"In that case!"

He tightly gripped the other hand with his free hand.

"You've got me in check, are you at ease now? If you had caught me, I wouldn't have been able to escape. Now that you've got me in check, are you at ease?"

Xiangzi's voice came through.

If you truly grasp something, if you truly hold it in your hands, everything can deceive you, and all language may be false.

but now.

Xiangzi waved the two men's intertwined fingers and palms.

The feeling of holding on tightly is definitely not fake.

As long as you don't let go, the girl beside you won't run away.

So, now you can relax, right, Hailing?

"As long as you don't let go, if I try to run, you're stronger than me and can drag me back, or if I'm strong enough and you grab me, I can drag you along!"

Hailing looked down at the audience, let out a long breath, and then her eyes brightened.

"Although there are many people, including agencies, paying audiences willing to pay for tickets, and all kinds of celebrities, this group of people is one of the top pillars in the industry."

"Those who are willing to spend money to buy tickets are naturally willing to buy albums and tickets for their own enjoyment. A good word from those established superstars might even make us famous, not to mention the agency. That's what we came here for."

"Although I haven't participated in this level of stage much, I have experienced such a large audience in the professional bands I've been in before. They all said it felt very different and that I should just enjoy it."

"Don't be nervous, we'll take it slow."

"Hmph, why don't you try doing what you say first? For example, let go, how about that?" Chu Hua looked at Hai Ling.

"Hey, what Chu Hua means is, Hai Ling, even though you're telling everyone not to be nervous, you seem to be the most nervous. Why don't you take a deep breath and take it slow? It's normal to be nervous; it would be strange if you weren't. But don't let your nervousness affect you, okay?"

Xiangzi quickly offered his help.

However, Hailing glanced at Xiangzi's small hand, which she was tightly holding, and the warmth and sense of security that calmed her down made her speak frankly.

"I'm not nervous. I was nervous just now, but I'm not nervous now."

"Then let go?" Chu Hua asked.

"It was because I held Xiangzi's hand that I was able to make sure he wouldn't run around and get lost and unable to perform, and that's when I felt at ease."

"Huh? Me, my problem?" Xiangzi pointed to himself, "Me, me?"

"Yes, so hold on tight, okay? Don't let you run away." Hailing nodded, saying confidently. "I definitely won't let you run away!"

Phew, it's nothing. It's more tangible than something you can actually hold in your hand.

If I loosen my grip even slightly, the other hand immediately grips me tightly, even causing a slight pain.

Xiangzi looked at the hand that was holding his palm, teased it, deliberately let go, dodged it, and then looked at the other person, Mingming and Taoxiang, talking to everyone about the benefits of performing well.

Then, in an instant, she turned her head to look at herself, grabbed her own hand with her other hand, and squeezed it fiercely, so hard it hurt a little.

Grab the opposite hand's fingers, pry them apart, scratch them up and down with the fingers of the other hand, write with your fingernails, exhale softly, and then stir.

Seeing the other person's hands start to tremble, yet they stubbornly refuse to let go, then their body starts to tremble, and then when the other person turns their head and sees their blushing face with their teeth clenched, and their body struggling to hold back from twitching, with tears welling up in their eyes from shyness and against their body's will, I immediately realized: Oh no, I'm doomed.

Then Hailing lifted him up high and started scratching him all over.

Xiao Mu was also helping from behind.

Of course, even so, Hailing did not let go of his hand.

If we let them go, it will definitely become terrifying.