MyGO!!! I am the succubus Xiaoxiang?

An and Tiantong, along with the teacher beside them, were instructing what might be some talented actors, children sent by various families, or people interested in acting.

"jingle!"

get out of class is over.

As everyone looked at An and Tiantong, the teacher nodded and turned around to announce that get out of class could end.

They scattered like birds and beasts in an instant.

After all, they are all children and young people. How many of them are willing to attend classes, and how many are willing to stay in the classroom motionless for an entire afternoon?

"Ms. Tendo, Wakaba Mutsuki watched everyone leave again with a blank expression."

Anhe Tiantong didn't say much, but simply spoke to his teacher.

"Okay, by the way, when you were walking just now, you didn't show enough confidence. Go and see the Italian mafia, or go directly to see The Godfather, and experience it for yourself."

"Yes!"

After instructing the teacher, Tiantong turned his head to look out the window and at the only girl who had no expression at all.

Wakaba Mutsu.

Takafumi Wakaba and Minami Mori are the daughters of two leading figures in the comedy and entertainment industries.

At this moment, he is standing in front of the window, looking down expressionlessly.

Looking down at the people coming and going.

The students filed out after class.

They might be in twos or threes, or they might meet their boyfriends and walk hand in hand.

Or perhaps the parents are below, holding the child in their arms, playing with him, and then going home.

Only Wakaba Mutsu always hid behind the window, cautiously watching the outside world.

They only reluctantly agreed when told they were going to close down.

Yes, it must be that they were unwilling, as if they didn't want to leave here.

He was kicked out and then kept there until it was almost night before he called a driver to take him home.

. . . . . .

I've been teaching for quite some time now.

Anwa Tendo had met Mori Minami many times, but most of the time, Anwa Tendo felt that Mori Minami's reasons for coming to Anwa Tendo were more significant than her reasons for coming to see her daughter.

Even the few times she came to see him for her daughter's sake, it was only to sell her daughter to him.

. . . . . .

Anwa Tendo looked at Wakaba Mutsu.

Looking down into the other person's gaze, which was devoid of joy or sorrow, I followed their gaze.

Avoiding eye contact with the happy families of parents and children returning home—is it fear of family? Looking expectantly at groups of three or five—is it longing for friendship? But then squinting at boyfriends and girlfriends returning home—hmm? Is this anticipation of love, or confusion about what love truly is?

Even Anwa Tendo, who has seen many things and gradually grown old, is now unclear.

All we can do is observe and then do the right thing.

"Should we notify Ms. Minami Mori to come and pick up Mr. Mutsumi Wakaba?" the teacher asked.

"After all, it's very easy for a child to feel unhappy and unloved by their parents. For example, watching others walk home hand in hand with their parents countless times, watching everyone walk together, while you sit alone in the sunset in your car, coldly watching other people's happiness."

The teacher looked at Wakaba Mutsu beside her, her eyes filled with pity.

She does everything well, without needing to be urged; she's such a well-behaved child, Wakaba Mutsumi.

They are expressionless, obedient, like dolls, able to do whatever they want.

I have never laughed happily on my own.

He behaved very well and never revealed his desires.

Then why do you have to perform so well?

The teacher didn't understand.

The other children are all striving to gain praise and recognition from Anwa and Tiantong so they can go back and show off and receive compliments.

The best performer seems to be simply performing the best, for no other reason, without any desire.

The more obedient a child is, the more wrong it is.

Perhaps it's because of something that happened.

The teacher really wants to care about this child.

"No need!" Anwa Tendo said, looking at Wakaba Mutsu, who had leaned slightly into the corner after hearing about Mori Minami.

At the same time, I also recalled...

When I was teaching Wakaba Mutsu.

That child does everything well.

Sometimes, I have to admire her talent and ability.

just.

When I asked her to perform in front of everyone, although she performed very well, the slight trembling in her body was not faked; the child was resisting performing in front of everyone.

Not only that, but after the teacher next to him praised it as being amazing, just like Ms. Mori Minami, fear instantly filled the child's pupils.

As we all know, acting is about portraying another person, and there are many ways to portray another person, one of which is immersion.

Anwa Tendo is embodied in Wakaba Mutsu.

Without a doubt, no matter how they acted, An and Tiantong failed to portray the fear of excessive breathing, body trembling, and dilated pupils caused by nausea.

Because it's a subconscious bodily reaction.

Using bronze as a mirror, one can straighten one's clothes; using history as a mirror, one can understand the rise and fall of dynasties; using people as a mirror, one can understand one's gains and losses.

Looking at the girl in front of him.

An and Tian Tong finally decided not to let their granddaughter attend their class directly, but instead found a performing arts school for her to attend.

Although she hoped that Subaru would follow in her footsteps and pursue a career in the entertainment industry, looking at Mutsumi Wakaba, Anwa Tendo still hoped that she could be the one to express her happiness as her granddaughter, and be able to proudly announce that Anwa Tendo was her grandmother.

Instead, fear.

And so, Subaru swiped his card and bought a drum.

Hmph, any bank card a kid can get his hands on is a family-run scheme, and if the card is used, the parents won't receive the payment.

Do you really think you don't know?

He was just waiting for his granddaughter to tell him.

After all, Subaru, you're the one who made me look forward to your acting career, so it's your turn to tell me you're not going to do it.

At the very least, it would be nice to be able to chat with Grandma.

As I grew up, I stopped talking to my grandma.

It's always just about coaxing Grandma.

When I was little, if I fell down, I would tell my grandma that the floor was bad.

Anwa Tendo sighed, and at the same time, looked at Wakaba Mutsu with pity.

I was just about to go up and ask if they wanted a ride home in my car.

At least, I won't feel all alone.

Then I saw the other person suddenly staring down.

Looking in that direction, I saw a blue-haired girl waving her hand downstairs. When she noticed that Wakaba Mutsu was looking over from upstairs, she put her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest.

Then look at Wakaba Mutsu. When she saw the blue-haired girl downstairs, she immediately narrowed her eyes. She watched the girl stand tall and proud with her hands on her hips. Although she was expressionless, her eyes were curved and she made a peace sign with a cool and aloof expression.

Then I turned around and heard the clatter of little leather shoes as they ran down the street.

Startled, Tian Tong raised an eyebrow and looked down.

Once Ye Mu went downstairs, he stopped running and instead took small, quick steps, following the blue-haired girl.

Watching the blue-haired girl tilt her head back and turn away, Wakaba Mutsu watched the girl's swaying hand, but in the end, she didn't dare to grab it. Then the blue-haired girl turned her head back, sighed, and grabbed the other's hand as they walked forward together.

The teacher and Anhe Tiantong looked at each other.

"Hmm, let's ask Ruoye Mutsu later. If someone needs to pick you up or meet your parents, why not ask her older sister?"

Looking at the other girl's hands that Wakaba Mutsu was tightly holding with both of hers.

Anhe Tiantong suddenly laughed and turned to his teacher.

"I didn't expect that Wakaba Mutsu would also look so rushed."

"Yes!" the teacher nodded.

What must that child be hoping for?

No, there was nothing that could keep her in this world.

That's wonderful.

. . . . . .

While I was looking down to grab my phone, I wanted to take a picture of Xiao Mu's peace sign.

Looking up, Xiao Mu was gone. He squinted and looked again.

Still no one. Lowering my gaze, I saw Xiao Mu walking slowly towards me from ahead.

Ok?

Is an elevator that fast for a six-story building?

Seeing the other person standing at the door, cautiously looking at him.

Although he didn't know what was wrong, Xiangzi still walked in that direction.

As the saying goes, if the mountain won't come to me, I'll go to the mountain!

She had only taken two steps when she saw Xiao Mu quickly approaching her.

"Xiao Mu, what did you learn today? Did anyone bully you?"

"If you have any, tell me, hmph! I'll just throw an uppercut right away!"

"What? Don't underestimate me!"

"Hoo hoo! Don't let my small size fool you, I'm surprisingly strong! Hoo hoo! Hmph!"

Xiangzi waved his fists as if he were punching and kicking an imaginary opponent.

Xiao Mu quickly shook her head, "No, not at all."

"Good that it's not there! If it were, I'd make sure she knows what it means to be a tiger descending the mountain!"

"By the way, Xiao Mu, you're taking acting classes, right? Is it fun?"

"I don't know." Wakaba Mutsu shook her head.

"Oh, really? You didn't know? Well, Xiao Mu, do you think I have the potential to become a super amazing actress?"

Ruo Yemu was silent for a moment: "I can't do it."

"Hey, that's so unfair!" Xiangzi's eyes widened. "I haven't even tried it yet."

"Xiangzi, you're not suited to be an actor." Xiao Mu shook her head, thinking about what it's like to be an actor. It's terrifying. One moment you're crying, the next you're laughing, and then you have to transform into someone else. You have to perform in front of outsiders, and you have to become like Sen Minami.

No, no actors! No actors!

"Xiang!"

"Alright, alright! By the way! Xiao Mu, do you know where there are stages around that can be rented? When we came out, Sister Tao Xiang was still struggling with this!"

“Yes, there’s a stage next to the school,” said Mutsumi Wakaba. “Recently, someone mentioned it during class.”

Seeing Xiangzi squinting at him, Xiao Mu said.

"Nah, Xiao Mu."