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

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"..."

"Sadness, grief, pain... these don't kill a person, they just make a person stronger over time."

"...Mr. Yanming is very strong."

"Perhaps, but I don't think so myself."

His condition was less about being strong and more about being numb. "So even if Crychic doesn't come back to life in the end, after the sadness, we still need to continue walking together for a while."

"……what."

Yanming patted Deng's shoulder again, this time pressing down hard on it without immediately removing his hand: "I told you, I will help you until I feel you no longer need my help. I will stay with you like this and face everything you face together."

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Dialogue Before the Live Performance

Yanming's last words fell along with the announcement of the tram's arrival at the station, striking the softest spot in the heart of the lamp.

“I’ll come and take you home whenever I have time. You’re more troublesome than my husband in some ways.”

The weight pressing down on you.

Everything disappeared under this one sentence.

The soul is light and airy.

It looked like it was about to fly into the air.

The disbandment and end of a band does not signify the end of a relationship.

Mr. Mingyanming had said this to himself more than once.

Why did it take so long to heed this advice?

Was I a bit too heavy-hearted in the past?

Sadness isn't necessarily an obstacle that breaks a person; it can also be a force that helps one become stronger...

Face it with equanimity.

Accept it easily, then have a good, bittersweet cry, and move on.

Doesn't this... also fit the definition of "ordinary"?

【Name: Gao Songdeng】

[Current Intimacy Level: Yearning (90)]

Current task: Help the band "Light" rebuild (?)

[Task completion rate increased]

[Current completion rate: 80% → 99%]

[Current prompt: Just a little bit more, let's have a good talk with the lamp, but of course not now.]

"Mr. Yanming...would you like to come in and have a seat?"

Is anyone home at Xiaodeng's house?

"Yes, Dad should be off work by now."

Upon hearing this, Yanming waved his hand and said, "Then I won't bother you any longer. It's good that someone is home. See you tomorrow."

"Okay!...See you tomorrow!"

Following Xiangzi's instructions, Deng used two fingers to support her dimples, revealing to Yanming a 'radiant' smile for the first time in her life.

Would doing this bring us even closer together?

Mr. Yanming.

……

[Host? Don't be stunned. They've already gone back, so we should go back too.]

"...Little Lamp, what a good child."

You were completely engrossed in it.

"I do not have."

【Yo yo yo——】

This guy is getting more and more arrogant.

……

Time: 5 PM on a weekend afternoon.

Location: Live House Ring.

Yanming put down his bass and addressed the other four people in the rehearsal room: "Everyone, the ensemble performance went very well this time. So... let's call it a day for our final practice. Pack your things and we're going out for a meal together."

Since today's live show is a night show, the various shops around Ring are expected to be extremely popular. If you don't go out to eat soon, the area will be packed with people.

“Matcha Parfait!”

"I'm sorry about this, Lenai. Please don't eat anything cold before going on stage, okay? It would be troublesome if you got an upset stomach."

This was the first time Yanming had refused Le Nai's request.

Le Nai tilted her head, not pressing the issue: "Then treat me to a meal another time?"

"Later..."

Yanming thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "If fate allows, I will definitely treat you to a meal again."

"Hmph!" For some reason, Le Nai suddenly showed a smug little expression, as if she had done something amazing behind Yan Ming's back. "Grandma said that you have to fight for your own destiny, and the same goes for finding a place to stay."

"That's it..."

Yanming touched the cat's head, where the white hair still felt soft to the touch.

A smart child deserves praise.

But a pure child like Lena makes people want to spoil her.

Her destiny wasn't with him, but if it was just a matcha parfait, Yanming could sit down and order one for her anytime, watch her finish it, and then get up and leave.

Xiao Le Nai has never missed or been late for practice these past few days. For someone who is used to being free, she must be feeling incredibly restless.

However, after today, she won't have to work so hard anymore.

"promised."

"Okay, pinky promise."

Their fingers intertwined again; the first time was when they met, and the second time was when they parted.

"Yanming really knows how to please children. Lenai is as docile as a real cat in front of you. In comparison, I, this fake cat, don't get such good treatment."

As the only two adults in the group, Miaomeng and Yanming could still have some things to talk about when they weren't arguing.

For example, she was always jealous that Yanming could touch Le Nai's super soft hair anytime, anywhere, and she would complain to Yanming from time to time.

Yanming handed Le Nai to Oblivionis before he had time to reply to Miaomeng: "Children will consciously choose to associate with people similar to themselves, which is why you are disliked."

"Oh~ Children's hearts are all pure and innocent, but you mean that Miaomeng is hypocritical and snobbish?"

However, Yanming didn't think that way at all, and casually said, "No, I mean you're too tall. Haven't you noticed that I'm always bending over when I talk to Xiaole Nai?"

Miao Meng was taken aback by this unexpected answer: "...Yanming, why are you suddenly not being affectionate with me today? It feels like something's missing when you're not being affectionate with me."

"My first impression of you was indeed not very good, but that doesn't affect my subsequent improvement."

As they were about to part ways, Yanming saw no need to keep being stubborn. Since they would be parallel lines that would never intersect, why not say something nice to repay her for her efforts over the past few days?

"Changed perspective? Didn't you say we'd never be friends in this lifetime?"

"I still have reservations about this, but I do acknowledge some of your qualities."

Yanming looked at the faint dark circles under Miaomeng's eyes, which could not be concealed by her exquisite makeup, and said, "Without talent, covered in mud and hypocritical, a mouse will naturally be repulsive to others at first glance. But as she rolls around in the mud day after day, struggling to find a way out for herself, she will eventually undergo a transformation—becoming a dead mouse."

"...Where did you see this toxic 'chicken soup' quote?! My heart almost got pierced when you started pounding like that..."

I thought this stern guy was finally going to praise me, but he just kept teasing me indirectly. What did the mouse do to you?

"You're neither a rat nor a hypocrite, and pursuing profit isn't anything shameful..."

"A woman named Yutenji Wakana, beneath her sophisticated and self-serving facade, is a hard worker that anyone would admire."

"Unfortunately, I can't find any reason to belittle you when it comes to hard work."

"Even without this live performance as a stepping stone, you will definitely achieve success commensurate with your efforts someday in the future."

He agreed that the drummer was working incredibly hard.

However, I still can't bring myself to like her.

Miao Meng paused for a moment, then immediately switched back to her playful expression: "Hey, Yanming, is this a compliment to me?"

"Calculate."

If this isn't a compliment, then what is?

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Iamrich.

Miao Meng's initial attempt to tease him was immediately thwarted by a single word: "Uh...so direct!"

"Let's go. As a reward for your hard work these past few days, you can order a couple more dishes tonight."

Yanming kept a straight face and didn't say anything more to her, just as Miaomeng didn't notice that someone's ears were slightly red.

He would still feel a little embarrassed if forced to say such words of praise.

Yanming had already made a reservation for the restaurant in advance, and since they arrived early, nothing unexpected happened.

"...Isn't this that high-end restaurant with rave reviews online?...Yanming, how did you manage to book it? Didn't you say the reservations were booked until next year?"

Miao Meng stood timidly in the magnificent hall, like a little girl from the countryside, not daring to go in. It wasn't until the servants around her began to attend to her that Miao Meng came to her senses and caught up with the group. "Hey, hey—aren't you all surprised? It makes me look weird all by myself!"

Former eldest daughter of the Toyokawa family, Shoko Octopus: "What's so surprising about that?"

Grandma Cat opened Laiwu's matcha and asked Lena: "What a fuss over nothing."

For some reason, Penguin Takamatsu, who remained remarkably calm, said, "I think it would be better if Miss Meow Dream didn't make any noise here..."

Not a single person supports her!?

"That...Yanming, is he your relative?"

"You just asked me how I managed to book this restaurant?"

"Hmm...hmm."

Miaomeng nodded.

“I am rich.”

Meow Dream: "..."

May you be blessed, Master Yan.

Miao Meng discovered that there seemed to be a sad, thick barrier between herself and this band.