MyGO!!! I am the succubus Xiaoxiang?

They would be very sad if they encountered a version of themselves that couldn't remember anything.

Sorry.

They should have been with everyone.

I feel like I'm the outsider.

Everyone is reminiscing about the good old days, and it's a little sad to feel like I know nothing about it.

Xiangzi raised his head, intending to take his leave.

At least, don't show it in front of the other person, otherwise the lamp will feel uncomfortable, right?

"Xiangzi!"

"Hmm? What's wrong? Well, it's getting late, so I'm going to..." Xiangzi said.

"I want to talk about things from the past."

"Eh?"

"Memories, memories of the past, let's start creating them now."

"Eh?"

“Start from here,” the lamp said, pointing to the notebook.

This was the first melody Xiangzi composed for himself, his first lyric book, and his heartfelt words.

Everything started here.

Let's start from when that petal fell, on the overpass.

"I first met Xiangzi on the overpass."

"Xiangzi was injured, so I brought you back. You saw my notebook."

"Then, it became lyrics, and then..."

Those memories are resurfacing, little by little, once again.

In order to pass on the memories again, they are recalled as beautiful memories.

Will Xiangzi be able to remember? Even if he doesn't, that's fine, because the present that tells of the beautiful past can also become a beautiful memory.

Perhaps Xiangzi will remember this day.

Lights, forward!

"Hey, you mean, what I used as lyrics were actually your true feelings?"

"Hey, I sang it in front of you? Wow, pfft, sorry, I couldn't help it, my embarrassing past is exposed. You didn't hit me back then, you're such a nice person."

"Hahaha."

"Hey, is Haruhi Kage also your innermost thoughts? How can you sing it like that! You'll definitely feel embarrassed if someone sets it to music, and you're the one who has to sing it, hahaha, that's so unfair! Who made you the lead singer? What a wicked idea!"

"Hey, is that me?"

"...Eh?"

"But can you sing it? I'm facing my dark history, I, cough, I don't have a dark history, it's just, it's just that I feel like I can't sing it. This thing, I can't even read it, let alone sing it in front of everyone, it just feels so."

“Hey, so when you couldn’t sing it back then, I even dragged you to the overpass and shouted at you to try to sing it.”

"sorry."

"Oh, you can't sing even when you're in the recording studio. That's normal. It's different. On the overpass, you're shouting and letting loose, while in the recording studio, you're letting everyone listen to your embarrassing moments. Oh, I'm the one who made you record this. Sorry."

"You went to karaoke!"

"Great."

"Hey, playing vending machines with you? That's so childish. I'm way past the age of playing vending machines."

"What? Your beverage machine dispenses water from both spouts at once?"

"Hey, which one is it? I'll go check it out."

"Then, it's time to go perform."

"You sang it without remembering anything at all, that's great, you were really into it."

"If you don't invest in it, and if you still have memories, wouldn't you hear yourself loudly singing about your own embarrassing past?"

"No, don't look at me like that. I don't mean any harm. I really don't."

"Wait!" Xiangzi looked at the lamp.

"It's really outrageous."

"But, the light!"

"You were so engrossed in it that you don't remember anything."

"The reason you get so invested is because this song is what's in your heart, and you really want to say it."

"Then, after it was over, seeing everyone in tears, I was deeply moved."

"So, you actually really want everyone to agree with what you're really thinking, right? You actually thought about it before you sang, and if everyone felt the same way and agreed, it would mean that you actually... *sobs*"

Gao Songdeng had never been so proactive, or even so forceful.

They covered someone's mouth with both hands and pinned them against the wall.

It's like Xiangzi has forgotten what happened to her in the past, making you want to listen to her story while also wanting to tease her!

What does that mean?

I really want someone to hear what's on my mind.

Otherwise, why would I write it down?

When you write it down, you must want someone to see it, right?

otherwise.

If it's for recording something.

Why is it placed in a place where it can be easily seen?

Of course, it could be fake.

Xiangzi raised his hands, indicating that he was surrendering.

He looked at the light, which seemed to be staring at him.

The answer is obvious.

Actually, Deng has always hoped that someone could become his friend, and that he could be with everyone.

Wait a minute, she's composed a new song.

She said she actually can't write lyrics.

and so.

Is the new song also a reflection of your true feelings?

Xiangzi suddenly realized.

"You guys are singing your innermost thoughts on stage again, that must be so heartbreaking!"

Xiangzi.

You're being naughty!

These things!!

You can't know!!!

It would have been better if we hadn't said anything, but once we did, it was better to say something.

The light felt so real!

I'm hoping that people will be moved when they hear what's on my mind.

He became the lead singer simply because he wanted to express his inner feelings.

and so.

Eh.

It seems to be just as Xiangzi said.

"I need to talk to Xiaomu about this!"

Xiangzi, who had just gotten up, was firmly held by the lamp.

This kind of thing must never be made public.

otherwise.

Even in the radio wave system.

However, it's the feeling of singing out your innermost thoughts and expecting others' approval.

What a shame.

A lamp is not a penguin; it cannot be indifferent to such matters of propriety and shame!

and.

Only when I'm playing around with Xiangzi do I feel that everything is real.

Xiangzi is back.

We became friends.

There are many things I want to tell the other person.

His own band.

My own new song.

. . . . . .

That's right, the new song is also a reflection of my true feelings.

I've told you everything, are you satisfied now?

Xiangzi looked at the lamp that had suddenly shrunk, and looked over in confusion.

The way the lamp looked over seemed to say, "It's all your fault."

Hey, is it my fault?

I didn't do anything.

However, the other person stood up and came over to pull him.

"Xiangzi, you still want to sing!"

It was as if he wanted to tell the other person all about his current efforts, as if he wanted to tell Xiangzi that he had not stopped moving forward during the time the other person was away.

Even when feeling lost, we keep moving forward.

The lamp still has new songs it wants to sing!

"But it's too late."

"And is there something you want to tell me?" Xiangzi asked subconsciously.

After asking the question.

The other person's gaze turned strange again.

I want to sing this new song for you.

just.

Because of someone's comment just now.

It's like saying...

I want you to hear what's on my mind, and then say nice things.

Goo!