Will the plagiarism girl be a substitute for the preference for women?

It belongs to China.

"Sister, I have a full-length mirror in my bedroom. My bedroom is on the second floor, the second door."

Xiangzi stared at the message in astonishment. How did she know what I was doing this time?

If it was a coincidence that she suddenly messaged Ai-yin and Su-shi when they ran into each other at the restaurant last time, and she made the decision for them when they were deciding whether to stay or leave, then could it be the same this time?

Well, maybe she guessed I was going to wear her clothes, so it's not unreasonable that there's a full-length mirror in the house.

……wrong.

Xiangzi instinctively turned around and looked up.

She couldn't help but widen her eyes and clench her fists. This time, there really was a surveillance camera pointing at Xiangzi; it was located on the ceiling of the living room.

I was posing for the phone camera just now, and this little sister must have seen it all.

And the other party can openly watch under the pretext of "being aware of home security by constantly monitoring the surveillance cameras."

That's all.

Xiangzi stepped up to the second floor and entered Qiannai's bedroom.

What comes into view is Qiannai Music's fully equipped workbench.

If this was bought by China's mother to support her before she became famous, then it was indeed a lot of effort, and fortunately, that effort paid off.

At this moment, China sent another message.

"See my work desk in the bedroom? Xiao Xiang can come over anytime he wants to write music."

Xiangzi thought that if it was about composing music, Mu's house also had a workbench, and it was placed independently in a soundproof room.

But... when she was down on her luck, she went to Deng Mu's house to mooch off his equipment. When her family found out, it was probably just a topic of gossip during dinner...

Chika's house, besides being a place where Shoko could compose music, was also the workplace where the latter worked as a virtual streamer.

Therefore, I am destined to visit Chinatsu's house often in the future.

After slowly shifting her gaze from the workbench, Xiangzi looked at the dressing table on the other side.

As China said, there was a full-length mirror on one side of the dressing table.

However, Xiangzi didn't immediately stand in front of the mirror to look at himself. Instead, he noticed something on the dressing table...

A brand of dolls, Qianna hadn't even had time to put makeup on the doll yet.

However, the clothes and decorations for the doll have already been bought and placed in a corner next to the dressing table.

If I remember correctly... this is the one I looked at for a long time when I was browsing the drugstore last time...

Xiangzi felt a little excited at the thought of making the doll look beautiful with makeup and clothes on.

It seems that both of her hobbies can be satisfied in China's bedroom.

However, time ticked by, preventing Xiangzi from lingering there for too long.

After checking herself in the full-length mirror to make sure the outfit suited her well and was appropriate for meeting friends, she left for her next destination.

Throughout the year, she dwelt in the cheap rental room every night, a place she didn't want to go back to but had to.

After visiting China's villa and returning to my rented apartment, the initial feeling of having adapted to the simple environment after living there for a year quickly faded.

Xiangzi picked up his and Qiannai's new clothes that had been soaked by the rain the day before, wanting only to wash and dry them as soon as possible before leaving.

Maybe it's time to find a new place to rent.

When there was no laundry tub at home, and he could only fill a basin with water, carry it outside, and bend over to wash it on a small stool until his back ached and his legs went numb, Xiangzi thought to himself.

It doesn't need to be too nice, as long as the doors and windows are secure, someone comes regularly to inspect the cables and other public facilities, and there aren't any drug addicts living nearby.

"what……"

After finishing his work, Xiangzi straightened up, rubbed his sore back, and set off.

Time to move on to the next thing. Fortunately, it doesn't require any physical labor.

It takes a little longer to get to the tram stop, but thankfully she's gotten used to it.

Just as Xiangzi was leaving, suddenly, a girl wearing a leather jacket sped past on a motorcycle, blowing her hair in the wind.

This gave Xiangzi a sudden idea.

Now that I have a well-paying job, I want to make my travel more convenient, but I also want to save money so that I don't have to resort to luxurious transportation services like taxis.

Buying a means of transportation might be a good option.

Xiangzi glanced at his phone; the agreed time was approaching, so he decided to head to the meeting.

.........

Following Chu Hua's directions, Xiangzi arrived at a lush, green riverside house built on a rooftop.

A slender, delicate wooden arch bridge gracefully spans the shimmering river.

A girl with short blonde hair stood quietly in the middle of the bridge, waiting.

"Xiao Xiang, you're here."

Chu Hua showed a hint of joy, but also noticed that only Xiao Xiang had come.

"Hmm. By the way, why did you choose this rooftop?"

Xiangzi smiled and strolled onto the arched bridge. As she admired the lotus flowers on the river, she asked, "I feel that Chuhua's location has a special meaning."

Chu Hua pointed to the sky and said, "Because we're close to the sky... the weather suddenly cleared up today."

"yes……"

Xiangzi didn't look up at the sky, but only at Chuhua.

“I’m so sorry for leaving with my sister suddenly yesterday. You heard her say that she was having a bipolar episode, so I had to do something to help her release her emotions… Please forgive me.”

Chu Hua remained quite polite, showing no dissatisfaction whatsoever about yesterday's events.

"It's already a very lucky thing for me to be able to reunite with you and meet a rising star in the music industry."

"And the Chinese restaurant you invited me to is really delicious. I packed some to take back for my colleague, and she raved about it."

"I see..." Xiangzi thought Chuhua was starting to be polite again, but he preferred to believe that she was just a kind and easy-going person now.

However, she still had some serious matters to discuss.

"Chu Hua, please forgive my guess, but is the program your agent is planning intended to be a reality talent show version of The Chorus?"

"Haha..." Chu Hua couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.

She genuinely felt that Xiangzi had given a very mild guess.

If, like in "The Chorus," we were to find troubled teenagers from all walks of life and guide them onto the path of music, using music to cleanse their souls, that would be quite interesting.

However, this program still falls short of its predecessor.

The people who participate in this program are not necessarily rebellious teenagers; if they are, they may be encouraged to create rebellious rock music.

The psychological problems of some contestants cannot be cured by music alone; music can only play a supporting role.

Moreover, Chu Hua wasn't quite sure if the agent had such lofty aspirations.

All she heard was her agent and other adults discussing how contestants with mental illnesses could create such a dramatic effect on the show.

“At first, I just wanted some new collaborators, but my agent thought… it was icing on the cake,” Chu Hua said.

Xiangzi understood the implication of "adding flowers to brocade" as "adding feet to a snake."

"Ms. Mana, you must be a very outstanding person too?" Xiangzi asked tentatively.

"Yes, I'm very happy to work with her. But outside of our collaboration, I'd like to seize more opportunities..."

Chu Hua spoke to her old friend with a sincere look in her eyes, as if she were making no attempt to hide anything.

"Xiao Xiang, I don't have good conditions. All I can do is keep climbing up."

"Otherwise, I would have no say, and regardless of whether the firm's plans are reliable or not, I would have no choice but to obey orders."

"Now, the opportunity is right in front of me... I just want to seize it."

Chu Hua's words touched Xiangzi.

"I understand," Xiangzi nodded. "I'll tell my sister."

"Thank you." Chu Hua bowed.

"Oh, by the way," Xiangzi said, digressing, "Any recommendations for motorcycle shops?"

"Huh?" Chu Hua was taken aback. "Has Xiao Xiang become interested in motorcycles lately?"

“Sometimes, when my sister is in a high mood, she needs some way to let loose… I think that’s when I can take her for a drive,” Xiangzi explained.

After understanding Xiangzi's meaning, Chuhua smiled, took out her phone, and opened Line.

"I have a classmate who is very knowledgeable about motorcycles. Do you need her contact information?"

Chapter 136 Taking Shape

"Hai Ling." After dialing the number, Chu Hua put the phone to her ear and addressed the other party by name.

"What's wrong, Chu Hua?" The sound of an engine roaring came from the other end of the phone.

"Here's the thing, a friend of mine is looking to buy a motorcycle, could you give me some recommendations?"

What kind of driver's license did she get?

“Uh…” Chu Hua looked at Xiangzi, who shook his head.

"I haven't taken the exam yet."

"Okay, I'll send her my Line ID first."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, Chu Hua did as Hai Ling said.

"Is her name... Hailing?" Xiangzi asked when he opened the nickname after adding her as a friend.

"Yes, besides riding motorcycles, she's also an excellent bassist," Chu Hua added.

“Bass…” Xiangzi pondered, unable to help but think of another bassist who had once been in the same band as her.

At this moment, Chu Hua tentatively brought up something she had been concerned about but hadn't dared to mention before.

I already knew from Li Xi that Crychic had disbanded, and the old members and several new members had formed a new band.

What Chu Hua cared about was the reason for Crychic's disbandment.

Of course, she wouldn't ask too directly.

"Xiao Xiang was in a band before, right? His live performance last year was really amazing." Chu Hua mentioned this casually, without revealing her true feelings.

She touched her chin, as if trying hard to remember: "The band is called Cry..."

She paused after saying half of the band name, as if she couldn't think of one right away, giving the other person time to choose whether to answer.

"Let's not talk about this anymore," Xiangzi interrupted, his face showing weariness and his tone serious.

She's exhausted from dealing with Lantern and Crychic stuff every day.

Chu Hua was a little surprised by Xiangzi's reaction, then lowered her head aggrievedly and said, "I'm sorry..."

Xiangzi turned to the side: "...It's nothing."

It's clear that Xiangzi is avoiding the topic of Crychic and doesn't express any nostalgia or reluctance for his past time with the band.

It seems that this disbandment wasn't just about everyone going their separate ways.

It seems that they were forced to disband for some reason, or that an extremely serious conflict broke out, making people unwilling to mention these painful memories.

So, Xiangzi doesn't want to go back to the band he used to be in?

Chu Hua then steered the conversation back to her collaborative projects with Qian Nai, including song collaborations and live stream events.

During this time, Xiangzi kept thinking about what Chu Hua had mentioned in addition: that Hailing was a bassist.

The band project she had envisioned in her notebook also came to mind.

And when China invited her to be her manager, that question that touched her heart:

Do you really want to just bury your dreams in your heart like this?