Mygo, you guys seem to be getting a bit heavy-hearted.

Chapter Twenty-Four: I still think our Xiao Xiang is awesome.

Compared to Xiangzi, who was unwilling to accept help due to his pride, Deng was more likely to not understand how to ask others for help. Although it didn't reach the level of a communication disorder, it was close enough.

Of all the things Yanming and she had said, aside from the thoughts she unconsciously uttered when he guided her, most of her words were incomprehensible to others.

But the willingness to take action and to think shows that there is still hope.

If someone can provide her with proper guidance and help her grow, she will eventually be able to correct her behavior.

If we were to put a time limit on this "long-term", it would likely be "a lifetime", and it wouldn't be a lifetime like his.

...The air felt heavier.

Yanming stopped Gao Songdeng, who was about to buy rice and sorghum to brew wine, and said helplessly, "Since we can't find alcohol to disinfect in the short term, we can stop the bleeding with materials that can be used to bandage wounds."

"Eh... Ah! Sorry!"

"It's alright, I can bandage the wound myself." With that, Yanming took a pack of wet wipes from his pocket.

This is usable, though the debris that falls off will stick to the wound and become a real problem if not cleaned off promptly. But it's fine for a temporary emergency, and I'll change it when I get back.

Then, in front of the lamp, Yanming quickly pulled out several wet wipes and, with dazzling skill, meticulously wrapped them around the bleeding wound. He then wrapped a long strip of wet wipe around the wound and tied a final knot. From the beginning until the wound stopped bleeding, it only took about five minutes.

Then, he easily stood up from the ground, casually swung his legs, and after confirming that they wouldn't fall off, he ignored them.

"Wow, that's amazing..." Deng stared blankly at Yanming.

Yanming disagreed, saying, "It's nothing special. Anyone can do it if they've done a little practice."

Because most of the band members were reckless, and I was the only one who was relatively reliable, I learned a lot of miscellaneous life skills.

Of course, Yanming wasn't concerned about those useless and troublesome guys; he simply felt that if they died, he wouldn't be able to hold a live show.

He's not a good person; he won't do anything that's not useful to him.

They were all just thinking of themselves.

Well, that's it.

Yanming gestured for Deng to sit back down: "Sit down, I'm fine now."

Next, he should consider how to deal with the problem with this student, Gao Song.

To be honest, this is really difficult...

When he was in contact with Xiangzi, he at least had the identity of a landlord as a reason, but from what angle could he approach and understand this child?

You can't...

[Dating! Dating! Oh! Dating!]

The system was egging them on.

'Shut up! '

【T﹏T】

It's useless; it only affects his thinking and can't offer any substantial advice.

If it has even a little bit of use, it's not like it's completely useless.

Sooner or later, we'll throw it away.

"This is tricky..." Distracted by the system, Yanming was even more clueless.

Should we just give up now?

No, I really can't rest easy about this child... What happened on the bridge was too frightening. I have to make sure she completely gets rid of that idea and that she has the ability to communicate normally with others before Yanming can leave with peace of mind.

"Smacking sounds—" Deng sat in her seat eating the pancake she hadn't finished eating. There was still a trace of Yanming's blood under her fingernails. At this moment, she was looking at Yanming's sullen and depressed appearance, and she was full of confusion.

What's wrong with Mr. Yanming...? Is he hungry?

Yes, if Mr. Yanming ate the whole pancake, wouldn't that be equivalent to only drinking a cup of black tea? And it's only natural to feel hungry after losing blood.

Takamatsu's logic is very simple.

Feeling unwell = being hungry = needing to eat

She just happened to have some food in her hand...

Yanming was brainstorming and sorting out the chaotic information, while also planning the wording he might use later. Just then, a fork with a muffin sticking out of it was placed to his lips. Caught off guard, Yanming instinctively opened his mouth and took a bite, not immediately noticing anything amiss.

*Chewing*

The maple syrup has a wonderful texture. When you put it in your mouth along with the soft cake, you can chew it thoroughly and enjoy the sweet yet silky flavor. It perfectly embodies the unique charm of high-calorie desserts, and it tastes exactly the same as the one Yanming had when he last came to the store.

This is a really nice shop, I'll bring Xiaoxiang here next time...

Something's not right?! ...Wait a minute?

Yanming stopped chewing, his brain went blank for several seconds, then he stiffly turned his head to the left for a glance, before stiffly turning it back to its original position.

Haha... He knew it! Logically speaking, how could a cute penguin girl with an eccentric personality gently feed him half-eaten pancakes with a fork that had been smeared with her saliva on a cozy morning, while waiting for his evaluation with incredibly expectant eyes?

Right? That's impossible, haha. So, the only one making those intimate gestures was Takamatsu Akari, nothing more than Takamatsu Akari...

Takamatsu-kun, ahhhhhh—

What are you doing, Takamatsu?!

Yanming felt as if a taut nerve in his brain snapped, and he immediately fell into a state of existential doubt.

Who is he, and where is he?

What are you doing now?

Is the ultimate answer to the universe a cucumber dipped in wasabi?

There are too many things in this world that Yanming cannot understand.

For example, what's right in front of us...

"Takamatsu Akari-kun." Yanming, snapping out of his daze, looked at the focused Takamatsu Akari with a wry smile. "What are you doing?"

Actually, if you think about it carefully, he's a grown man, there's no need for him to be shy with a young girl, maybe she doesn't even care... I guess so.

“I’m feeding Mr. Yanming.” Gao Songdeng said seriously.

You're quite honest, kid... but I won't praise you for that.

"Then why are you feeding me?"

"Because Mr. Yanming is hungry."

"..."

Well-reasoned and logically sound.

【Yo yo yo yo yo yo——】

It's an indirect kiss~

[Host, you're tempted, aren't you?]

【Yo yo yo yo yo yo——】

If my heart ever stops fluttering, it's because of you, you damned bastard.

"Would you like another bite, Mr. Yanming?"

want.

No way! Yanming, you fucking wake up!

"No need, I had breakfast this morning, and I'm not hungry right now." Yanming politely declined Deng's offer to feed him, then asked, "Gao Song, don't you think there's something wrong with what you're doing?"

inappropriate?

Mr. Yanming was referring to her feeding...

"...Huh?" Deng belatedly realized what Yanming meant when he asked that. "Ah...ah ah..."

Ah... Ahhhhhh—

The indescribable wail of an emperor penguin chick.mp3

Chapter Twenty-Five: I Will Help You

How did she unconsciously start mistaking Mr. Yanming for Xiaoxiang again!

Isn't that incredibly rude? To project one's feelings for another person onto someone else without permission... How could she do something so greedy?

Even if Mr. Yanming really looks like her... that's absolutely unacceptable...

The lamp, like a real penguin, tucked its head into its neck (collar) and fell silent.

Mr. Yanming is looking at me, but I am lingering in the shadow of the sun through Yanming's gaze.

Absolutely terrible...

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward, and neither of them seemed inclined to speak further.

The lamp was because it was caught in self-doubt, while Yanming...

He hesitated

Hesitation should be replaced by a more aggressive approach, seizing this opportunity and taking the risk of trying to persuade Gao Songdeng, or by continuing with the same steady and methodical approach as with Xiangzi, gradually prying open his heart step by step.

But if she chooses the latter... will this girl really be able to wait until that day comes?

Not everyone can be as strong as Xiangzi.

Where there are strong people, there will be weak people.

But in this world, it's never the strong who survive, but the fittest.

"Fragile" things are also allowed to exist.

After a moment of silence, Yanming made a choice based on his intuition.

What kind of song is "Spring Shadow"?

"……Eh?"

When Yanming asked this question, a hint of curiosity was appropriately revealed on his face.

He then immediately chuckled awkwardly and continued, "I'm sorry, but out of curiosity, I looked through the contents without the owner's permission."

"No... it's okay if you just look!" Takamatsu Akari waved her hand frantically, then sank down again. "Haruhi Kage... that's our song, Haruhi Kage that belongs only to our band."

Although Yanming had a vague suspicion after learning that the notebook belonged to the girl in front of him, he still had a slight doubt when Gao Songdeng said that he also played in a band.

After all, the petite girl in front of them didn't look like someone who could fill any position in the band.

In other words, even if Gao Songdeng is indeed exceptionally talented in a certain area, she...

Do you really have the courage to go on stage and perform?

Yanming was not optimistic about this. Based on the "personality" that Gaosong Deng had shown him so far, he could not imagine Deng standing at a live performance.

"I'm in charge of writing the lyrics, and... singing."

"It's actually the lead singer?" Yanming was genuinely surprised this time.

He was also a lead singer in a band, so he clearly understands that this position is not one that just anyone can fill.

A song is not just a simple melody; it is a cry that conveys emotions and possesses a much stronger power.

But if the lead singer can't even have a normal conversation with others, how can he convey his feelings and thoughts to the audience?

“He was the lead singer, but… because of me, ‘that person’ left the band… and also because of me, our band eventually fell apart…” Deng lowered his head, feeling very down.

The disbandment of Crychic was entirely my fault; it had nothing to do with Xiaoxiang and the others.

I'm so incompetent. I can't speak properly, and I need others to cooperate with me in everything. Even so, the live performance was barely completed.

I wasn't determined enough. I didn't grab Xiaoxiang's hand at the most crucial moment and tell her that I needed her, and that everyone in Crychic needed her too. I didn't have the resolve to give it my all.

I can’t do anything…

No, it's not that I can't do it, it's that I simply can't!

...Nothing was done.

"Disintegration? Departure?"