MyGO has been re-femaleized in the second playthrough!

"Don't choose clothes that make me look like I'm not wearing anything at all," Li Xi had to remind her.

Otherwise, who knows what kind of clothes Aine will design next? We absolutely cannot let our guard down.

"Riki is worrying too much. I won't use that kind of outfit on stage."

"And what about the audience?" Li Xi asked, her eyes asking the same question.

Aine ignored her gaze with a very refreshing expression:

"A girl band really does need to have a youthful vibe, but the other way around seems pretty good too? Using mature outfits to express the unique, hazy, ambiguous feeling of teenage girls—"

Lena then asked, "And what about me?"

Everyone else had something to do, but she and Su Shi didn't.

This is also what Su Shi wanted to ask.

"You can be the mascot," Li Xi sighed.

I could ask Lena for help with the arrangement, but it seems like there's really no other need for her. Maybe she'll be useful when making clothes, but Lena definitely doesn't need to be responsible for any work.

Keeping people from wandering off is the most effective help you can offer.

What should a mascot do?

Aine smiled and said, "Of course, it's about being cute!"

“Oh…” Lena said thoughtfully.

"And what about me?" Su Shi couldn't help but wonder.

"Then Soyorin, can you help me when I'm making the clothes?" Aine said.

"...That's also acceptable."

It's better than everyone else having a job while you're doing nothing.

The lyrics lamp for the new song lay on the table, its messy lines stretching across the paper, unable to form any pattern or phrase.

"I can't figure it out."

While it's possible to write it out directly, that also requires having a clear direction.

What should the new song be like? She herself didn't know.

Li Xi said that all she had to do was write the lyrics she wanted to write, but the instructions were too vague and there were just too many topics to choose from.

Her previous song, "Rolling Star Stone," was inspired by the myth of Sisyphus and all the members of the band.

"Even if we have to go through countless failures, we must turn our pain into a boulder and push it into the universe. Together, we will embrace the pain and head towards the world we all dream of!" This is the core of "Rolling Star Stone," and it is also their inner cry.

It is a work that can only be created in that one moment.

It's simply impossible for her to recreate that state of mind and feelings in her current creative work.

"Can't think of any lyrics?" Ai Yin asked.

They're in the astronomy department right now; Lamp is writing lyrics, and Aine is practicing guitar.

"Yeah, I don't feel like I have to write this."

"Wow, you really have the air of a writer," Ai Yin said admiringly.

I've heard that if a writer suddenly gets an inspiration while sleeping, they'll immediately get up and write it down.

The reason is that "my inner voice told me that I had to write this down."

He seems quite handsome. Although he seems to have trouble sleeping.

Deng straightened up and turned to Ai Yin: "Ai Yin, would you like to give it a try?"

"Lyric writing?"

"Ah."

Ai Yin looked troubled and waved her hands repeatedly: "No way, I can write articles, but I definitely can't write lyrics!"

"Aren't articles and lyrics the same?" Deng asked again.

"They're different. The most important thing about lyrics is expressing what you want to say, right? But writing is more about writing what you want your audience to accept."

The former requires genuine talent, while the latter only requires practice to master.

"That's it..."

"I think I understand." The lamp nodded gently.

"But I still have no clue what to say or what I'm trying to say." Deng sighed softly, looking listless.

It's really scary to have no inspiration.

Ai Yin seemed thoughtful: "Hmm—then...."

Although she is unable to write lyrics.

"...How about we do something Tomorin wants to do?"

But it's still possible to help the lamp find inspiration.

The lamp blinked: "What do you want to do?"

"Yes, yes, inspiration needs stimulation, right? I can't write lyrics for Tomorin, but if you have something you want to do but can't do alone, I can accompany you! Maybe that will stimulate your inspiration."

The lamp suddenly realized, and said with emotion, "Aiyin!"

It's so great to have Aion.

But, just as Deng was about to say that he also had no clue what to do, an idea suddenly flashed into his mind.

"what."

Seeing this, Ai Yin asked, "It seems you've thought of something. Tell me!"

Ke Deng blushed inexplicably.

Why blush?

Even Ai-yin felt a little embarrassed: "It's okay, you tell me first, and I'll see if I can accept it."

I don't think the lamp will make any unreasonable demands.

It's not like we're from the same world.

"teeth...."

"Teeth?" Ai Yin was completely confused.

The lamp's voice trailed off: "I...I want to...touch Aine's canines..."

Rather, I've wanted to do this for a long time, but I just couldn't bring myself to say it.

Even she could understand that it was a strange idea; who would want to touch their friend's canine teeth?

Whether it's touching someone's face or holding hands, although it might be misunderstood by others, physical contact is a form of communication and a means of conveying feelings.

Touching the teeth doesn't seem to count, does it?

"Because it's cute! Um... I like cute things... It's not that I want Aine's canine teeth, I just want to feel them..." Akari explained desperately.

But the more I explain, the stranger it seems.

Ai Yin blushed and said, "Could it be that you've wanted to do this for a long time?"

She remembered that the lamp had previously complimented her on how cute her canines were.

"Um, um, if you don't want to, that's fine too—" Although she said this, Deng's expression was full of regret.

If it's okay, don't make that face. Aine looked away.

Does this really inspire lamps?

However, the sources of inspiration are indeed varied and strange. Some people get inspiration just by going to the toilet, while others have to be in a daze to get it.

If this really helps the lamp...

"It's not impossible," Ai-yin whispered.

"Huh? Is that okay?" Deng asked in surprise.

"...If it's just touching."

Just treat it like you're going to the dentist! Even though dentists would never actually do that.

P.S.: I named myself "Toilet Fairy" because I get inspiration when I go to the toilet. Now I want to change my name to "Goblin," but I can't change my pen name.

Chapter 99 The Inescapable Möbius Strip

As Ai Yin put the guitar down, Deng carefully sat down next to her.

"Well, I'm coming," the lamp whispered.

"Um...."

"Open your mouth..."

Ai Yin suddenly felt a little regretful. If Deng had been more outgoing, perhaps it wouldn't have been so embarrassing.

But looking at the blush on Deng's face, it seemed like they might be doing something strange.

But now it's too late to back out.

"I'm going all in!" Aine closed her eyes and gently opened her mouth: "Ah—"

"I saw it..."

Deng stared intently at Aine's sharp teeth, only then realizing that she didn't just have one, but four in total. But then she thought that if she only had one canine tooth, it wouldn't look very nice.

Come to think of it, most people with canine teeth seem to have four.

The not-so-long canines looked exceptionally cute, and the lamp couldn't help but move a little closer.

So close! Even with her eyes closed, Aine could feel the light approaching, and she instinctively gripped the sofa leather tightly.

"Is it really okay?" Deng asked again in a low voice, confirming.

"Don't ask anymore at a time like this!" Ai Yin nodded slightly, blushing.

I will be careful.

The lamp slowly extended its hand, its fingertip touching the tip. It applied slight pressure, but there was no stinging sensation. The seemingly sharp part was unexpectedly smooth. When gently rubbed, it only felt like the fingertip was being slid across.

It won't scratch your skin or hurt; it's just as gentle as Aine herself.

The lamp couldn't help but exclaim, "How amazing!"

"Is that so?" Ai Yin asked in return, her warm breath brushing against her fingertips.

"Hmm, Aine's scent is so warm..."

"That would definitely be misunderstood!" Aine asked, her eyes still tightly closed. "Is it okay now?"

"Wait a little longer. Is Aine feeling unwell?"

"No, not at all..."

But I feel uncomfortable being asked that question.

The view was completely dark, but I could vaguely sense the light's gaze. I opened my eyes slightly and saw the light, whose face was flushed but who seemed very interested.

“I don’t have teeth like that,” the lamp said softly.

After all, not everyone grows canines. Aine thought to herself.

"...If I had one, I'd be like Aine, but I can't. Whether I grow canines or not isn't something I can decide for myself," Light muttered.

Aine agreed, "Yes—"

Deng squinted: "Hmm... I can't see very clearly from here."

Grabbing her shoulders, she tried to get closer, even closer, wanting to see every aspect of Aine clearly.

But Aine leaned back involuntarily to avoid getting any closer; she really couldn't accept it if they got any closer!

However, there are limits to how far you can lean back.

The next instant, Aine lost her balance and fell down, along with the lamp.

Since it was on the sofa, I didn't feel any pain, but my posture ended up being pressed down by the lamp.