MyGO!!! I am the succubus Xiaoxiang?

"Hello, Tomorrow's Star Human Resources Company is dedicated to serving you."

Does Ruoye Mutsu believe MUJICA can succeed?

Believe.

However, just in case.

It's like creating idols.

There are always some bands and some stars who don't actually have many fans or much talent.

just.

Even when she connects to the machine, it seems like there are hundreds of fans waiting. She clearly doesn't have much popularity, but every time she appears in front of everyone, she has a large number of fans, even though she doesn't recognize anyone.

Such things certainly happen.

Rather.

This is a marketing tactic.

No news if no one picks you up at the airport.

But blocking the airport to pick up passengers is newsworthy.

Regardless of anything else, people will ask, "Who is XXX?" That's enough.

Then comes the subsequent marketing.

What is widely known, and what is popular with everyone?

It's enough if when someone mentions it, they can remember, "Oh, it's that celebrity who was stuck at the airport."

The character development and story building come later.

Getting people to know about this person is already a good start.

Therefore, and for this reason.

And that's how the shills came about.

They get paid to act as shills for fans.

There are also related businesses and related companies.

The person in front of me is the head of this kind of company.

If seeing empty seats in the audience makes Xiang feel sad, then seeing a packed audience makes him happy.

This is what is known as buying followers.

Although it's fake.

Although, Xiang will definitely be angry and feel deceived when he finds out.

but.

Even so, whether it's for the band's future, to deceive those talent scouts and managers, or so that Xiang can have a happy time throughout the concert.

Xiang couldn't bear to scold me.

She would just sulk and bully me, saying that I couldn't do it again, and that if I did that again, she would ignore me for three days.

. . . . . .

"Hello, guest. How many people do you want, and what price range? We have all kinds of services here. There's the 'loud drums and firecrackers' package, the 'crying and wailing, parents dying, life and death uncertain' package, or the 'handsome and natural, full of imagination, all in black suits standing at the back watching over you' package. If that's not enough, there's also the 'drunken and decadent' service, where they'd practically lick the floor you walk on."

"Don't be afraid, it's just that there are more and more of these kinds of services now, and if we don't get rid of Chen Buxin, it won't be easy for us to do business!"

"We'll definitely generate tons of buzz for you, and not only that, the emotions are absolutely genuine!"

Wakaba Mutsu looked at the brochure in front of her and silently closed it.

The performance was terrifying.

"The concert hall is packed, and you can't leave until the end."

"Any other requirements?"

“No,” said Wakaba Mutsu.

"Okay." The salesperson sighed; ordering other services would earn them more money.

"How many people do you need?" The saleswoman casually took out her phone to record the question.

"Full."

"Hey!" The salesperson's eyes widened.

It's common knowledge that bands that need this kind of service aren't exactly popular; most of the time, the bands are empty.

Most bands that want this kind of project simply require filling the front area with seats. As long as the filming is good, there are absolutely no problems, and the publicity will make it seem like the concert is a huge success.

Is it actually full?

How many people will be at the concert?

"Three hundred people."

"Big customer, you'll have to pay for the ticket yourself!"

"Yes, five thousand yen per sheet."

"Okay, I'll check the schedule for you right now and then buy the tickets. Which concert? Oh, this one, OK, OK, I'll make the decision and buy the tickets first."

Ruoye Mutsu sat there, sipping her tea.

That should be fine.

"Hmm?" The saleswoman in front of her looked up at Wakaba Mutsu.

"Um, sir, are you joking?"

"Five thousand won't buy you scalped tickets, and besides, you don't have many empty seats left. With so few people, are you sure you want to fill the seats? The scalpers are telling us to buy quickly, this concert is selling really well!"

"Huh?" Wakaba Mutsu stared wide-eyed at the saleswoman in front of her, who looked confused and even puzzled.

"...If you're joking, I'm sorry, I need to serve another customer first."

The saleswoman tried her best to force a smile.

I thought I was here to make money, but it turns out I'm here to make a joke of myself.

"Hello, I'm in the coffee shop, okay."

"Yes! Here, here!"

The saleswoman turned her head, just about to ask Xiaomu what she really thought, whether she wanted to make an appointment or not.

Then they discovered that the person on the other side had vanished without a trace.

This is really a joke on myself!

"Excuse me, may I ask you something?"

"Hello, this is Yawata Kairin, my name."

"Miss Hachiman, please have a seat. May I ask what kind of service you would like? We have a grand feast of gongs, drums, firecrackers, and more."

"The concert was full, well, only slightly full."

"Oh, okay, may I ask what your requirements are? Which concert, how many people, and can you cover the tickets? If there are no special requirements, we can place the order here. Please enter the concert you want. Uh, it's this one again, scalpers again, and 20,000 yen again? Are you just messing with me too?"

"Eh?"

"...Sorry, if you're here to amuse me too, I'm really too busy. Whew, I'll have to go serve the next person now."

"Huh?" Before the new customer could even understand what was happening, the saleswoman turned to look at the door and sent a text message to the new customer.

A new customer comes in, and the salesperson turns around and disappears again.

. . . . . .

Did I encounter a ghost? They all vanished in an instant!

Could it be that I'm possessed by a ghost today?

Hello! May I ask something?

The salesperson looked at the blonde girl wearing a hat in front of him.

The other person was looking at the three steaming cups of tea on the table in front of them.

. . . . . .

"Here, your tea."

He pushed the tea out to the two of them and invited them to sit down.

Pat your cheeks and look at the tea in front of you.

Was that just a dream?

Or am I still dreaming?

Or is it that someone is just making fun of themselves?

No, why would someone make fun of themselves for no reason? And there are two of them.

Could it be that he is really possessed by a ghost?

. . . . . .

In the nearby restroom, Hailing looked up at that familiar figure.

"Chu Hua is here too. But what did she mean just now?"

"Note: Slow down."

"Eh?"

Hailin turned around and looked at Wakaba Mutsu, who was watching her from behind.

"Why are you here, Hailing?"

"Um, um, I just got thirsty when I got to this area, so I came in for a cup of tea, Xiao Mu."

If Xiao Mu finds out, Xiang Zi might find out too.

When Xiangzi found out, the other party wasn't so happy.

Hai Ling thought for a moment and quickly explained that she had only come to help Li Xi get her things and just happened to come in for a cup of tea.

However, no matter what she said, Ruoye Mu didn't believe it and just looked at herself.

That look of seeing through everything.

. . . . . .

"Okay, okay, I did find someone to pretend to be a fan at our concert. After all, we said we wanted to show others our influence, so don't tell Xiangzi."

"..."

"Besides, I didn't succeed either. She said there were already enough people, and only scalpers were left. Seriously, she even said I was just joking with her. Uh yeah?"

"..."

"Wakaba Mutsu, what brings you here?"

"Is it a problem if I don't want Xiang to be upset? It's all for Xiang's sake."

"..." Hailin looked at Wakaba Mutsu, who spoke so casually without any attempt to hide it.

It's really useful; the identity of Xiangzi's childhood sweetheart is perfect.

Even care and love don't need an excuse.

. . . . . .

"Phew, then you have no right to criticize me."

"Yes, but I only did it for Xiang." Ruoye Mu said bluntly, and with exceptional confidence.

"..." Hailing gritted her teeth and looked at Ruoye Mu. How could she say such a thing!

"Ha! You're here too?" The saleswoman stood up and glared at the blonde girl in front of her.

Wakaba Mutsu and Hailing exchanged glances.