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

"What...who do you take me for?" Miao Meng's face darkened. "In your eyes, am I just a bastard who only cares about his own interests?"

Yanming: "..."

Whether it's true or not, it's not really a very important thing to him.

Regardless of which one it is, he will treat Miaomeng as a companion, and Yanming doesn't care what Miaomeng herself thinks.

They played music together.

For this reason, Yanming will continue to show Miaomeng the utmost goodwill until the two of them completely part ways.

"I don't want to say much. As long as Ave Mujica can maintain its popularity and continue to move forward, what we did today will be a worthwhile deal for you with no downsides."

After he said that, Miaomeng's expression changed from gloomy to relaxed, and her signature playful smile appeared on her face:

"Look at what you're saying, I... am I that kind of person? Well then, I'll go change my clothes. ... We just agreed, you can't go back on your word, sir 'lead singer'."

Miao Meng stood up, patted Yan Ming's shoulder lightly, and then left the room without looking back, carrying her clothes.

A moment later, Amoris, wearing a mask, walked in from behind the door.

Just like someone who has just stepped off the stage.

"...This mask is really hard to keep up no matter when you wear it, don't you think so, lead singer?"

It cannot be said. It cannot be said.

Yanming coughed twice and reminded him, "Respect the worldview... Although I don't quite understand the point of doing this either, you have to listen to Xiaoxiang."

"Yes~ Yes~ I'll listen to Sakiki~" Meow Dream sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, arms crossed, looking at Yanming who seemed ready. "When do we start?"

“You’re a big internet celebrity, so you definitely have more experience in interviewing than I do.” Then Yanming took out a list. “While trying to generate as much buzz as possible, weave in all the questions and counter-questions on this list. Don’t miss any. Otherwise, just do it your way.”

Miao Meng picked up the list that Yan Ming had placed on the table. She had only intended to glance at it casually, but when she actually saw the contents, she sat up straight and stared at Yan Ming in disbelief.

Staring.

"Don't look at me like that, as if I've done something to hurt you." Although he didn't understand why Miao Meng reacted that way, Yan Ming still frowned and scolded her.

He didn't want any accidents to happen; if Miao wanted this traffic, his requirements had to be met first.

Miao Meng stared intently at Yan Ming, unaffected by his words: "Do you have to go to such extremes?"

"Yes."

Even if the consequence is eternal infamy on the internet?

"Ah."

"Your face will be remembered by everyone; you'll become a sewer rat that everyone wants to kill when you walk down the street!"

"So what?" Yanming looked at Miaomeng, who suddenly flew into a rage, and couldn't understand the point of what she was saying.

What do these things have to do with her interests?

"You're killing yourself, do you even realize that?!"

Yanming nodded and said calmly, "This is what I need to do next."

Let your identity rot completely in everyone's eyes.

At the same time, it paves a wide and open road for Xiao Xiang and her former companions.

"What the hell! I'm your fan! I've been watching you sing and play guitar since your debut. I followed you all the way from my rural hometown to Tokyo to see you! And now you're asking me to do this kind of thing! Are you even human?!"

Miaomeng rushed over, grabbed Yanming's clothes, and viciously dragged him off the sofa.

His expression looked like he wanted to devour Yanming whole.

Yanming frowned: "I have never... heard you say these things before."

Miao Meng laughed in exasperation: "Didn't you hear me say that? Why should I tell you! Why do you think I maintained my previous attitude towards you even after recognizing you! Why do you think it is? I'm asking you!"

Before Yanming could answer, she blurted out her own answer.

"Because I... really don't want to disturb my idol's peaceful life... Do you... even understand...?"

Miao Meng seemed to have lost all her strength. She suddenly let go of the hand that was gripping her collar, and then slumped weakly onto the sofa.

As a fan, she never asked Yanming why he disappeared without a word at the height of the band's success.

They never tried to subtly inquire about his comeback through their connections with their colleagues.

And Yanming was completely oblivious to all of this, simply regarding her as a casual and mercenary woman...

"Just how slow-witted are you?... You bastard!"

Yanming felt a pang of guilt towards the dejected Miaomeng: "Miaomeng... I'm so sorry..."

"What's the point of saying all this now?" Miao Meng interrupted his pale apology, putting on a bitter fake smile again. "Anyway, you've never considered me a friend, have you? No matter what I say... it won't sway your mind. Since that's the case... rather than entrusting my idol's life to someone else, I'd rather 'kill' you myself."

After today, Yanming will be completely dead on the internet, along with her idol.

She felt only sorrow at this outcome; even the staggering "numbers" that followed were no longer enough to move her...

Miao Meng wished she were truly a petty person who only valued self-interest above all else... so she wouldn't feel so sad about it...

But, if she is that kind of person

From the very beginning, she wouldn't have gotten involved with the band.

Miao Meng once told Yan Ming that she was no longer a little girl, and the people she needed to fight against were no longer trivial matters like playing house.

So she didn't treat the band as her hobby or dream, but merely as a tool for making money... but that's a lie.

Besides making money and becoming famous, her biggest dream... is to stand on stage with that person who was once as dazzling as the sun and play a song together.

Although Miao Meng herself knew that with her mediocre talent and ability, she was simply not capable of supporting her unrealistic dream.

There was a time when the distance between her and Yanming was like heaven and earth. Even after she became a major internet celebrity, the gap between them remained unchanged.

As a result, she was forced to give up her dreams and continue to struggle for a living in the country's capital.

...until this person fell into the mortal world and suddenly appeared in front of him.

Chapter 253 Race against time

"Regarding the procedural issues, is there anything else you need, sir?" Miao Meng's fake smile vanished completely, replaced by a businesslike attitude.

But only she knows what she's really thinking.

Yanming exhaled a breath of stale air, shook his head and said, "No, it's fine as you like. You know about the things that need to be avoided."

Miao Meng responded and got up to adjust the camera equipment on the side, completely capturing the figures of the two of them in the lens.

Without any greetings, Miaomeng, after finishing her preparations, asked directly, "Everything is ready. Is everything done on your end?"

Yanming straightened his collar, cleared his throat, and said in a deep voice, "Anytime."

He didn't need to prepare anything.

The guitar is gone, and the man is nearing the end.

The only thing of any value left on his body is his voice, which is still somewhat usable.

But there's no need to tell Miaomeng these things.

Come to think of it... she actually is a fan of mine!

I used to think she was just being polite and trying to build a relationship with me... I really misunderstood her.

"Then, let's begin." Miao Meng pressed the start button on the device, a graceful curve appearing at the corner of her mouth, the one Xiangzi had described as 'perfect'.

Now, she is Amoris of Ave mujica.

“Kou Ni Ji Miao… Ah, sorry, sorry~ I misspoke, this is Amoris, the drummer of Ave Mujica~” Miao Meng waved to the camera in a high-pitched voice, doing her best to play her role.

—An eccentric doll who was unexpectedly given the name of "love".

Xiangzi did not make the wrong choice. Miaomeng has a unique advantage in this role. Every tone of her voice, while probing the edge of the worldview, perfectly fulfills her task as an actress.

"Today, Amoris, behind Oblivionis's back, found a very special person to interview and hear his thoughts and suggestions about us."

Although she was still using Miaomeng's own tone, it was a way to stir up more discussion, so Yanming didn't pay any attention to her.

"Speaking of this person, although everyone has been out of the public eye for a long time, he is still considered a legend among all guitarists in this country. Even I, Amoris, was a fan of his before I became a puppet."

As Miaomeng spoke, she manipulated the camera to focus on the young man sitting on the sofa.

"Well... no matter how many times I look at this face, I'll always just think it's ordinary." Miao Meng walked over, lightly hooked Yan Ming's chin with her finger, and turned his face towards the camera. "But his true identity is not as simple as it seems on the surface—this unknown guitarist and vocalist, would you like me to introduce you to the guests?"

“No need.” Yanming gently pushed away her offensive hand, smiled and looked straight into the distance, and calmly said, “Hello everyone, I am the former guitarist and lead singer of the band ‘Eos’. It is an honor to be interviewed by Ms. Amoris today.”

"What honor? You're joking~" Miao Meng walked to the sofa opposite Yan Ming and sat down, placing her hands firmly on her lower abdomen to show respect. "On the contrary, it is an honor for all of us at Ave Mujica to have a face-to-face conversation with you."

"Well then—let's officially begin today's interview..." Miao Meng said, then suddenly seemed to remember something and clapped her hands in annoyance. "Oh! Right, because you've been gone for so long, many new viewers aren't familiar with your story. So, before we officially begin the interview, could you please sing a song first? This will also prove your identity."

"Of course, no problem." Yanming nodded, picked up the microphone that had been prepared beforehand, and put it to his lips.

Miao Meng clicked on the music player next to the sofa with great interest and suggested, "How about using your famous song for the accompaniment?"

"no problem."

Everything was progressing according to Yanming's plan.

Even without editing, a song's total length is only about three minutes. In addition, this is Yanming's first public performance in a year, so the discussion and reaction that the edited version will generate online is immeasurable.

Although the lack of his signature guitar affected the overall effect, it was still the best he could do. As long as it confirmed his identity, that was enough.

Yanming used to insist on using only his own guitar to accompany his singing, but now that principle has lost its meaning.

In any case, he will soon lose even his identity as the lead singer.

However, his ideas were actually irrelevant in the predetermined future that was not long ago.

The song is over.

"Clap. Clap. Clap." Miao Meng's applause rang out immediately. Then, she praised the clear, mirror-like singing voice without reservation, and said with emotion, "After a year, your singing voice is still so moving. In the hearts of many listeners, it would not be an exaggeration to call it a masterpiece."

"You flatter me..." Yanming pulled out the microphone without changing his expression, while simultaneously pulling up his sleeve to cover the cold sweat that kept pouring out of his hands.

...It felt like my lungs were being burned by flames.

Ordinary pain is incomparable. Compared to the excruciating pain of being shattered to pieces, the feeling of quietly waiting for a part of one's body to become crippled is even more torturous to the mind.

There's one thing Miaomeng is right about.

...This really is a "swan song".

"Do you need to rest for a while?" Miaomeng turned off the background music and promptly offered her concern.

Of course, this was just a pre-arranged formality, and Yanming should show enough composure at this point to face the upcoming interview.

"It's just a song, it won't have much of an impact on me," Yanming said casually. "Back when we were at our most active, we would play and sing non-stop until sunset."

"You're really amazing!" Miao Meng once again offered an exaggerated compliment, then said with a hint of excitement, "Well then, I've prepared a few questions in advance, and I hope you can answer them."

Yanming hesitated for a moment and stroked his chin: "The questions Miss Amoris prepared shouldn't have any negative impact on me, right?"

"These are just some of the questions your fans are concerned about."

"That's good. Please ask." Yanming put away his reservations and spoke with a smile.

The organs in the chest cavity may suddenly stop working at any time... or rather, that bunch of rotten tissues can no longer function properly, but are forcibly driven by the owner's unimaginable willpower, desperately squeezing out the last bit of potential until it is beyond saving.

Please hurry up, Meow Dream...

Chapter 254End

"Then I won't keep you in suspense any longer, let's start with the issue that everyone is most concerned about."

Miaomeng knew the impact of this viral moment on video traffic, so placing it here was the perfect choice.

"Is there anything you can say about the reason for your sudden disappearance?"

This is a question that Meow Dream has kept hidden in her heart and has never asked.

Today, however, I can take this opportunity to ask it questions openly and honestly without any psychological burden.

While feeling curious, Miao Meng also felt a sense of guilt, as if she were cruelly dissecting the object of her admiration bit by bit from the inside... Sure enough, her brain was about to break down.

"Most of the online discussions about this matter speculate that you are at odds with your teammates. What is the real reason? Are the netizens' speculations true?"

Miao Meng's question, though sharp, was indeed the one that most people cared about, and Yan Ming had already prepared a suitable answer for it.