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

Xiangzi took China's hand off his shoulder, and the tears that were about to burst forth were held back, only slightly wetting the corners of his eyes.

"Didn't you call me 'sister'? Why are you acting like one now?" Xiangzi asked.

"Didn't you say that I'm more mature than you in some ways? So can I be the older sister sometimes?" China said with a gentle smile.

"I already said that what I just said was all unnecessary."

Xiangzi reiterated, even more determined than before,

"Alright, let's find a secluded spot in the park, sing your new song, and I'd like to hear what you think."

“Yes, big sister.” China said lazily and slowly.

Chapter 139 A Glimmer of Hope Amidst Despair

"There are indeed a lot of people out and about during the Golden Week holiday."

China looked at the laughing and chattering crowd in the park.

The afternoon sun casts its warm, golden rays upon the boundless lawn.

Under the blooming cherry blossom trees, children played happily on the grass, while parents spread out fine mats, sat together, and enjoyed delicious snacks while admiring the falling cherry blossoms.

China temporarily put aside her idea of ​​finding a quiet place in the crowded park to softly sing her new song.

There are some things I want to know, and they still linger in my heart.

"Would Xiaomu's parents have taken her on trips like this before?"

She felt that Xiangzi, with whom she had grown up harmoniously, should be able to provide the answer.

But these repeated mentions of Mu left Xiangzi with mixed feelings.

The one who should be concerned about Mu at this moment is myself, who has known Mu for a long time.

Now, however, she has become China, whom I've known for at most one semester.

She also learned that China rarely took the initiative to communicate with others last semester.

Mu didn't talk much either, so there probably wasn't much interaction between them.

Even so, should we take unnecessary risks to help Mutual?

After thinking it over, Xiangzi realized that from the first day Qiannai met Deng, she had started trying to understand her past and used various methods to reconcile herself with Deng.

In Chika's own words, this is because of her obsessive-compulsive disorder, because of her obsessive pursuit of perfection in her "social network."

She knew both Deng and Xiangzi, so she hoped their relationship could be restored so that the "net" would be without any loopholes.

However, since Chika wanted to help Mutsu, this shouldn't be considered a situation like this.

Instead of answering Qiannai's question directly, Xiangzi tentatively asked a different question.

"What was your original intention in wanting to help Mu? I know you want her to be freer and not be bound by family in everything, but is this mainly based on your kindness, or is it an obsession caused by your obsessive-compulsive disorder?"

If the latter possibility is true, Xiangzi would be even more determined to prevent China from getting involved in Mutsu's family.

This might make Chinatsu's obsessive-compulsive symptoms, which haven't been relieved through behavior, even worse, but...

If China fails, pays a heavy price, and even manages to hurt Mutsu in the process, it will cause her even more unbearable pain.

Because it wasn't her subjective will to do this, but rather she was forced to do it due to her illness.

It's like a person whose feet are out of control, rushing towards a dangerous turret; if they get injured as a result, they will surely feel utterly hopeless.

But if she did it purely out of kindness, even if she failed, as long as she followed her will, she would have a clear conscience.

But what about Mu?

Because of China's unwavering commitment to kindness, Mutsu will likely become both a beneficiary and a victim.

After a moment, Qian Nai lowered her eyes and said:

"Perhaps it's both."

This answer made Xiangzi, who was already in a state of doubt, even more uncertain and at a loss.

“I wanted Mu to break free from the constraints of family, and Miss OCD took advantage of that and urged me to do so.”

China tried to analyze herself in this way.

Another hidden thought in China's heart is that her unbearable experiences in her past life make her want to make up for her regrets through Mutsu.

Xiangzi slowly shook his head.

"There are many people in this world who are strictly controlled by their families. Do you want to save them all?"

"I can't do that," China quickly admitted, "but I can help those around me as much as I can."

"But……"

Xiangzi almost instinctively wanted to continue trying to dissuade him.

At the same time, she was also trying to suppress the sliver of hope that was stirring deep inside her—the expectation that "China could save Mutsu," even though it would occasionally surge in her heart.

Do not regard Chika as a deity, and do not proceed without regard for her because she can bring hope.

Just as Chika said, she is a real person, a person who radiates light, but is not perfect.

That's why she needs an older sister to keep her in check.

Xiangzi reminded himself of this.

"The situations in Muhe and Chuhua are not the same."

Xiangzi went a step further and concluded,

"I did consider that perhaps a more moderate approach could be used to change Mu's situation."

"So I suggested that you and her release a song together, and with your arrangement, she could gain more traffic and thus have a bit more say in the family."

"But actually, this only applies to Chu Hua."

“Once she gains popularity, she can have more say in the agency, or even leave the agency and go far away.”

“But what can keep Mu in check is not just her business and superior-subordinate relationships firm, but her home.”

"Unlike in planning, where you can be promoted several times and become your boss's boss, no matter how well you do, a father is always a father, and a mother is always a mother. That's the inherent power they have based on traditional culture..."

Both Xiangzi, who was explaining, and Qianna, who was listening, showed expressions of disgust and helplessness towards this fact.

"Also, you've seen The Shawshank Redemption, right? Those prisoners who had been in prison for a long time adapted to life there and began to become inseparable from it; they became institutionalized."

Xiangzi probed indirectly, when she could have simply explained the reason directly.

But for some reason, she was willing to spend more time explaining things to help China understand more deeply.

While Xiangzi was analyzing, Qiannai didn't insist on sticking to her own ideas, but listened carefully and then truly pondered for a moment.

Because she realized that her thoughts about Mu were somewhat monotonous.

China reflected on the matter.

"Indeed, I've been thinking about how to help Mu these past few days, but I haven't considered what Mu's choice will be."

"For her, her family was not just a prison wall, but also a source of abundant resources if she obeyed them."

"If Mu Ruo is going to fly away for freedom, he will probably have to be quite prepared."

“I had considered this before, but I gradually overlooked it because of my motivation to help her.”

Chika looked at Shoko and smiled happily.

"Thank you, sister, for reminding me of this. I'll consider what to do after listening to Mu's idea."

Suddenly, a hint of cunning appeared in her smile.

"And it wasn't like the first day you met me, when you blamed me with a sentence like 'You're full of self-blame,' but rather such a gentle and patient explanation."

Faced with China's somewhat strange approval, Shoko turned her head, half-closed her eyes, and couldn't help but pout, then said absentmindedly.

"I'll ask Mu for his thoughts."

Then, she changed the subject back to the original one.

"Okay, try to find a secluded spot to sing your new song."

“But you haven’t answered my question yet,” China said, looking at the people under the cherry blossom tree in the distance.

"There's nothing to answer," Xiangzi said.

But fearing that China might keep asking out of curiosity, she had no choice but to give a perfunctory reply:

“In the past, my family would go on outings together, and they would talk about things we couldn’t understand back then, while my family and I would play around nearby. That was it.”

"But as time went on, Mu Neng had less and less time to play... Okay, let's find a place to sing karaoke."

As he spoke, Xiangzi took a step forward, his eyes searching around, and Qiannai had no choice but to follow.

We walked around most of the park but still couldn't find a suitable spot.

China, on the other hand, took a lot of pictures of the scenery along the way, and gradually stopped focusing on finding a place.

"Come on, sister, cheese!"

As they passed a magnolia tree along a path, Chinai grabbed Shoko's hand, stopped, and raised her phone to frame herself and Shoko in the shot.

Xiangzi instinctively covered his face with his hand, but this made the photo look a little awkward.

"deleted."

As Xiangzi spoke, he tried to snatch the phone, and he did manage to get it, because Qiannai didn't make any dodging movements.

Then, Chika calmly took out another phone from her bag and took a picture of Shoko.

This time, Xiangzi didn't cover his face or try to avoid the camera; he just stood with his hands on his hips, looking at Qiannai with a gloomy expression.

"Smile!"

As Chika pressed the shutter button, she said with a grin,

"Xiao Xiang looks great in this outfit! Are you sure you don't want to take a few pictures before returning the clothes to me? If not, you can have the clothes."

"Toyohashi Chinatsu..."

Xiangzi angrily muttered Qiannai's name, but helpless, he could only turn around and stride away.

Chika quickly followed, hurriedly saying "I was wrong, I was wrong" while reaching for her phone in Shoko's hand.

"One Android, one Apple..." Xiangzi muttered as he returned the phones.

"If you use dual-wielding, you can experience both systems simultaneously."

As Chika took the phone, she explained that this was the first time she had ever taken out another phone when leaving the house.

“By the way, we’ve been looking for a secluded spot for ages, how about I sing a little song in your ear?” China suggested.

"Don't sing right up to my ear, just sing softly," Xiangzi said sternly.

A strong intuition prompted her to immediately add another sentence.

"Is this a love song?"

“Oh, really,” Chika said, raising her index finger. “We sisters are truly on the same wavelength.”

"I just learned from..."

Xiangzi stopped talking; she had wanted to say that she had guessed it from the soft singing that Qian Nai was whispering in her ear.

"What's wrong?" China leaned forward and asked.

"It's nothing," Xiangzi said, crossing his arms.

Seeing some passersby gradually leaving the path, Xiangzi whispered.

"Alright, hurry up and sing."

"Houd."

China responded in a strange tone, then cleared her throat and closed her eyes to prepare herself.

Then, she slowly opened her mouth, raised one hand, and sang softly while tapping out the rhythm like a conductor.

"Lightup."

(Light up hope, light up hope)

"Tellare."