MyGO!!! I am the succubus Xiaoxiang?

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Mu glanced at the lamp.

The lamp also seemed to be just realizing this.

Ok?

Is it weird?

Xiang is actually quite playful, prone to pranks, and enjoys bullying others.

It seems that neither of them knows much about Xiang.

For no apparent reason, Aine, who clearly wanted to see the two of them shocked, somehow felt that Wakaba Mutsu was looking at her with his head tilted to the side.

It looked like he was smiling.

Isn't that shocking enough?

Ok?

"Xiangzi, you even said that our friendship was a matter of fate!"

In an instant, Deng subconsciously raised his head, and Xiao Mu's expression also clearly panicked as she looked at him.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Although I wanted to see everyone's shocked expressions, why are they so shocked?

"N-nothing?" The incapable of lying, Akari, looked down at Mutsu under Aine's gaze, then turned to the other side.

The other person was also looking at him.

After all, we are a community with a shared future.

Oh, fate!

This is an exclamation.

The last person who was addicted to this is nowhere to be found now.

. . . . . .

"Xiao Mu, bye-bye! We're going to train now. Oh, by the way, do you want to come along?" Aine waved as she was about to leave, trying to pull Wakaba Mu to train with her.

Since it won't affect my position, the more the better.

The more people there are, the more likely it is that the person standing at the front will be noticed.

Imagine a thousand guitarists standing behind you.

Even passersby who don't listen to music want to see what kind of band has a thousand guitarists, and who the big shot is standing at the very front!

Hey! Why not just grab more guitarists and put them in the band?

That's not a good idea either. What if someone takes my spot?

“We had an appointment,” Wakaba Mutsu replied.

I watched the two of them leave.

Ruoye Muku breathed a sigh of relief. Talking to others was so tiring.

and.

Sakiki?

After Xiangzi finished making the cake today, he found that the cake on Xiaomu's table hadn't been touched at all.

No matter how he asked, Xiao Mu wouldn't talk about the cake. It wasn't until Xiangzi tried it and said it was delicious, and then wanted to put the spoon back on the cake, that he saw Xiao Mu open her mouth.

. . . . . .

Are you a little kid?

Xiangzi complained that Xiao Mu was like a little kid, like his own little sister, while feeding her.

However, for some reason, Shoko, who was good at reading Wakaba Mutsu's expressions, couldn't quite understand them.

Why do I have this "Hmph! It's nothing special" feeling?

My cake?

Eh?

Is my cake no longer your favorite?

Meanwhile, in RING's rehearsal room.

"We're going to hold a live performance!!" Riki said to Tamamo, Aine, and Rakuna.

"We must hold it! We can't not hold it!"

P.S.: I admit, I still support Xiao Mu.

Learn to laugh and cry little by little, instead of being someone else's Wakaba Mutsumi, grow up as yourself again.

That kind of Wakaba Mutsumi would definitely be exceptionally cute.

Perhaps there will be a little bit of malice, after all, he learned from Xiangzi, and he will be the same as before, understanding what Xiangzi cannot understand, and able to face reality together with Xiangzi.

Hey, Xiao Mu.

If it's about the other half of the body, if one person is happy, the other will surely be happy too.

Chapter 26 Su Shi: It's time to use my wisdom!

Hanasaki River.

Compared to Haneoka, who is pursuing higher education, there is also the young lady from the even further neighboring area who chose Tsuki no Mori.

They enjoy greater freedom and are less focused on further education.

As a result, each student shone brightly and blossomed in their own way.

Someone is playing bass, and he's been involved with over thirty bands; his schedule is booked until next week.

It reminds me of a certain blue-haired bassist's theory.

Playing in a band is all about smoking, drinking, and womanizing.

If you don't smoke or drink, then you can have three times as many women.

Of course, this is not excessive.

Some are even active idols.

She attends classes during the day and frequents various filming locations at night; she's already a popular idol.

However, it doesn't seem so outrageous in front of a girl who jumps out of a third-floor window and nothing happens.

So, right now, it's perfectly normal for students in Hanasakigawa to be sitting in their seats, constantly sliding their fingers and making "poof, tsk, tsk" sounds.

That is.

"Tsk!!" Shiina Riki stopped what she was doing and looked at her hands.

No, wait, that's not right.

Without the drums, if you're playing an empty drum, you have no idea whether you're playing it correctly or not.

"Thump!" The panda-packaged chocolate milk was placed on the table.

Lixi turned her head and saw the school uniform. Looking up, she saw a black-haired girl holding a bass guitar and looking at her.

"What's wrong? It looks like the drumhead you just bought broke after only one day of playing with it," Hachiman Kairin said, looking at Shiina Tatsuki.

"No way." Lixi put down the air drumstick in her hand, propped her chin on her hand, and looked at the other person.

"Then what are you doing?"

"It's nothing!" Li Xi said softly, her gaze unconsciously shifting away.

But Hachiman Kairin wasn't buying it.

He kept banging the drum on the table even before school was over.

They occasionally voiced their dissatisfaction.

Either the drumming feel is off, and you can't produce the desired effect, or your hand position is incorrect.

So, what's going on?

"Tsk!" Li Xi glanced at Hai Ling, then turned his head and asked in a low voice.

"Hailing, have you ever felt that after your skill level reached a level you had never reached before in a performance, you could never go any higher?"

"No, I don't think so," Hachiman Kairin raised her head slightly and thought for a moment. Among her thirty-odd bands, was there any that made her feel like she had made a rapid leap forward and then fallen back down? No.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that I've made many newcomers in new bands realize that they still need to practice.

My own strength is built up little by little.

"No."

"Ah! As expected, you're also a gifted type." Li Xi glanced at Hai Ling.

The bassist, who has been invited by more than 30 bands, still receives invitations from new bands to join.

If Yawata Kairin's skill level wasn't good, she wouldn't have been invited by everyone.

The fact that he can easily handle more than 30 bands shows that he doesn't need much practice to master the styles of each band.

Undoubtedly a genius, or at a high level.

She's a genius just like her sister!

"Don't rush, you can do it too if you practice slowly!" Seeing Lixi suddenly become dejected, Hailing, who didn't care about her own affairs and no longer liked to meddle in other people's business, finally spoke up to encourage her.

“It’s different!!” Li Xi shook his head and said.

"Ok?"

"I, I!" Li Xi gritted her teeth. She couldn't very well say that at that time, she felt like she was standing shoulder to shoulder with her sister, like becoming a genius, like the feeling she had always pursued.

Even after that performance.

When you listen to your own drumming, there's always a feeling that something's not quite right, that something's just not good enough.

I've already reached that boundary, and I'm telling myself to give up and take it slow.

Can't do it.

Lixi gritted her teeth.

"Then let's recreate it." Looking at the struggling Lixi, Hailing lowered her eyes slightly. This is what a band should be like—to feel and improve together.

With a hint of envy, Hailing said, "If you can't do it by yourself, then go and recreate that performance, your band's performance! Do it again, and do it even better."

After Hai Ling finished speaking, she looked up at Li Xi.

The other person turned their head away in an instant.

Hmm? Something's not right! Hai Ling noticed something was wrong.

"It wasn't a band playing."

"Huh? Isn't it?"

"Not yet!"

"Still?" Hai Ling looked at Li Xi, who was gritting his teeth, looking like he wanted to let go but was unwilling to.

The band's troubles.

so good!

"Then let's reproduce it."

"We'll talk about it later!" Li Xi protested in a rare low voice.

Let Lixi ask Xiangzi and Ruoye Mu to help.