MyGO!!! I am the succubus Xiaoxiang?

But talent?

Maybe.

But more often than not, when I'm alone and play the guitar, I always think of someone holding my hand and teaching me.

I want to hear what she has to say tomorrow.

I wanted to see her surprised expression.

She knew better than anyone that the more capable and perfect she was, the more likely her child was to leave her.

but.

Those who drink poison to quench their thirst can only hope to gain a little more happiness before everything ends.

Practice.

Let her eyes shine with her own light once more.

"Following the silver thread, I draw my longing to your side."

"If we embrace tightly at the end, we will create the moon of life."

MUJICA's lead guitarist, Hatsuka, was playing the triangular guitar, feeling more and more comfortable playing the new song and singing it more easily. He subconsciously looked at Shoko.

His eyes gleamed with smugness and a desire for praise.

"Yes, that's great!" Xiangzi nodded, hugged Chuhua, and said, "This is a genius!"

Hai Ling sighed, thinking that the score was clearly more refined and easier to sing and play after optimization, and that it was clearly Xiangzi who was working hard, while Chu Hua was such an idiot.

But looking at the two, one proudly boasting of his progress, and the other happy thinking he was incredibly smart.

What an idiot.

only left with.

"Thank you."

Chu looked at the thank-you message from Xiangzi and continued singing.

"I waited bitterly, and night fell from the day."

"Find me what's at the end of that road; it seems within reach."

The singing is more emotional and has more flavor now.

Tomorrow, Oblivionis will be even more surprised by me.

Hina thought.

Xiangzi is right.

With friends, even practicing alone can bring happiness because of the anticipation of meeting them.

The sound of a guitar drifted softly from the rehearsal room, which had been without power.

P.S.: By the way, I just realized that the songs Xiangzi wrote became heavier and heavier with each song, and when Chu Hua took over, they weren't much better.

Everything feels so heavy.

Furthermore, neither of the lead singers in the two bands could say anything harsh to Xiangzi. No matter which one it was, if the music wasn't good or they felt uncomfortable, they wouldn't say a word; they would only engage in internal strife.

On both sides.

. . . . . . .

Both sides felt very emotional.

Xiangzi's lead singer~

Chapter 102 Unable to wait for anyone, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

The chick sat in the shade under a big tree by the river.

He exhaled softly.

Summer without electricity is unbearable.

I recalled the words of a certain blue-haired idiot.

"If you didn't like it, who would come out in such hot weather!"

"What makes you torment yourself is simply the existence of something you like more."

"Hina really loves music."

Ha, that's what that guy said.

Gently strum the guitar.

That guy always says things like that.

I taught myself how to play the guitar, how to sing, where to take a breath, and where to get into the melody.

During these few days of being taught.

Chu is already able to play a piece of music fluently.

It was nothing more than a talent, as Oblivionis claimed.

Only Hina herself knew that it was simply because she was bored and had nothing else to do.

In Tokyo, a place where no one knew me, I had no money, no job, and spent my days in a cheap top-floor rental room where I couldn't even afford to turn on the air conditioning.

A dimly lit rehearsal room offers better value for money.

Upon opening the message, I received over 99 private messages, filled with insults and scorn in the comments section of the webpage.

The indifference of teammates and the apathy of the firm.

In the days that grew increasingly desperate.

Something to look forward to, something to receive praise and recognition.

Only when playing his bandmate's piece, listening to Oblivionis's wide-eyed surprise at his rapid progress, watching him puff out his chest, boasting and asking himself proudly, "Isn't that amazing?", did I tell him, "I have a good eye for people, you can definitely do it."

It's clearly my own progress, but that guy attributed it to my good judgment, which is going too far.

Play this guy's piece, listen to him say to practice some more, and then when you're almost doubting yourself, he'll say, "Could it be that the main note in this part of the piece is not handled very well? I'll change it."

And then, oh, it really is.

Hehe, I won't do it again, I definitely won't do it again, next time, next time I won't!

You're wrong, you know, you think it's possible in your mind, but your hands can't actually do it.

Sorry sorry.

Well, as for myself, how should I put it? I'm not really a professional guitarist; it's just my subconscious reaction and verification.

The piano, the keyboard is touched, hey, it seems to work, then it's fine.

For these kinds of professional guitarists, you really need to look to professional guitarists.

Well, isn't that right? Well, isn't that right? There are professionals here, so I don't have to embarrass myself anymore. With you here!

I'm not worried about your lack of skill.

Ha, humph! You might not be able to do it, but it's unlikely you won't. I have complete faith in my judgment; I think you'll be a really great guitarist and vocalist!

Are you questioning Oblivionis's judgment? Huh?

Are you blushing?

Eh.

Hehe ~

Without realizing it, my recent memories are filled with the laughing face of a mysterious blue-haired masked woman, and her expressive eyes.

Lately, I've been sweating profusely from the heat, and when I go to bed late at night, I think about how I must get a good night's sleep, otherwise I won't be able to get up the next morning to see someone as usual, and then show her my amazing guitar and singing skills. And then I actually imagine myself swaying and playing in front of her, listening to her say, "Wow, that's amazing! I love your stockings!" Then I fall asleep soundly, and when I wake up, there's still drool on my lips.

call.

Why isn't that guy here yet? He's forty-six seconds late.

Nothing will happen, right?

still.

"Oblivionis, descend upon Des!"

The chick raised its head and turned around at the sound.

Oblivionis dressed as always, well, according to her, dark, cool, and charismatic. Well, apart from being charismatic, there's nothing right about it, except that it's impossible to look away.

The outfit features a predominantly black color scheme, exquisite materials, and a fashionable look. Beneath the black skirt, glimpses of fair and rosy skin are occasionally revealed, along with subtle hints of rosy hue emanating from beneath the black stockings.

Ok.

Goo!

That guy kept saying that pure black with purple undertones was full of mysterious charm, and that secretly hanging a skull artifact would help her make everyone forget about her.

However, this time her outfit was a little see-through.

Hmph, even the toughest tongue can't stand the heat.

We can't upset her, or make her wear as many layers as possible tomorrow.

hum.

Hmph, just thinking about how this guy gets unbearably hot in his pure black 70D stockings after just a few steps, I figured it was just for one day, and besides, who's going to look at their own legs? I figured no one would notice. So I secretly changed into 40D stockings, thinking no one would see.

hum.

Struggling with the decision, I decided to stick to my original plan or avoid getting too hot. In the end, I secretly changed into something thinner, thinking I wouldn't be noticed. I tiptoed around when I went out.

You were late, perhaps because you were thinking about how you wouldn't get caught, and spent your time at home with your stockings on your mind?

Hmph, really, what an adorable idiot, just like that.

. . . . . .

Why do I feel like laughing just thinking about it?

Chu looked up at the girl in front of her and suddenly remembered what the girl had said.

If you're with friends.

The two of them can sit still and look at each other and laugh without doing anything.

"What's wrong?" Xiangzi asked in a low voice, handing the drink in his hand to the other person.

"It's nothing." Chu avoided Xiangzi's gaze and pushed the strawberry popcorn in her hand to him.

Hey.

The things the two people were pushing collided.

They all looked over instinctively.

"...I really like this strawberry popcorn, so..."

"Well, this is my favorite milk tea, and it's also based on the image of my cup, so..."

The two people looked at each other.

. . . . . .

The air was trembling from the heat, and the cicadas' chirping was hoarse, sounding like needles piercing the ears; sunlight poured down through the leaves, burning the skin with a stinging heat, leaving nowhere to hide; an old dog lay in the thin shadow by the roadside, its tongue lolling out, panting rapidly—each breath sounding like swallowing scorching sand.

But it's not that hot.

Oblivionis brought a small handheld electric fan, and with a sip of slightly cool milk tea, he enjoyed his favorite treats while a girl next to him, with popcorn in her mouth, made sweet noises.

What a lovely summer, isn't it?

"Give!"

He skillfully lowered his head, letting the girl place the earphone in his ear, feeling the girl's fingers brush against his earlobe. The not-so-long earphone cord connected the two of them, close to each other.

Listening to the melody coming from the other person's phone, listening to their music.

And there's the story the other person tells you.