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

(Tell me where you are, where you are)

"The heart."

The bright lights of a hot summer night and the shooting star streaking across the sky broke my heart.

Chinatsu gradually opened up her voice and sang with even more emotion.

"Imup."

I called you, but you didn't answer.

"Your love."

Do you still love me? Your image is always haunting me.

……

"Ohswim."

Please tell me there's always a river that leads to you.

Thatme.

Let me go against the current and return to your side.

……

“Ohaway.”

(I think of you every single day, but now you are so far away from me.)

China's a cappella singing ended slowly like a babbling brook, and Xiangzi stood there, as if still savoring the melody.

Coming to her senses, she clapped her hands softly.

"A very good melody. This vocal part is definitely in the top tier in Western pop music."

"However, it's clear that equally excellent non-vocal parts are needed to complement it."

"BingGO got it right!"

China snapped her fingers with one eye closed.

"After the vocals, there's a really powerful electronic music track, and the intro is also very captivating."

Chinatsu seems very confident about her upcoming production.

"Then..."

Xiangzi suddenly changed the subject, wanting to confirm something.

Have you ever been heartbroken?

"Huh?" Chizuru scratched her head. "Sister, you're not referring to the lyrics, are you...? I'm not singing about myself."

It seems like you're drawing inspiration from someone in your neighborhood.

Xiangzi thought this to himself, without letting the person he was guessing linger in his mind for too long.

She quickly put those thoughts aside and said, "It's okay, I look forward to your finished product."

…………

inpatient department.

After Xiangzi escorted Qiannai to her hospital room, he turned around and said:

"I'll go see Dad first, then I'll go back. You can slowly think about how to improve the piece... No, recuperation is the most important thing. We can think about it slowly after you're discharged from the hospital."

"Are you going back to your rented room?" China stepped forward and asked.

"Our clothes are still drying there. The weather's been unpredictable lately, and if we don't keep an eye on them, it might rain again and no one will be there to bring them in."

Xiangzi gave a perfectly reasonable reason for returning to his rented room.

Chika had originally intended to suggest that Shoko stay at her house for a few days.

But she still wanted Xiangzi to have a better living environment, so she began to persuade him.

"Aren't you planning to move to a different place? I mean, I'll need a better soundproof environment for live streaming in the future—it's a work requirement!" she emphasized.

Xiangzi quickly replied, "Of course I'll move. My current rented room doesn't even have space for a computer desk."

"But before leaving..." Xiangzi's lips curled up slightly, "I need to move first, right?"

Chika breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Okay, goodbye."

After saying goodbye, China wanted to lie down on the bed immediately because her feet were sore from walking around the park.

To keep the bed clean, she still had to take a shower first.

"Oi!"

After entering the restroom, she called out to the mirror, hoping for a response from someone else.

However, Chika in the mirror was still moving in sync with her.

"Sigh...why isn't he online yet?"

Just as she was sighing, her phone received a piece of good news.

Mu said that his family had agreed to his collaboration with China.

"How about writing a song with a heavy metal style?" Chinatsu suggested, taking advantage of Mutsu's hobby.

After a while, Mu relayed the story:

"They hope it will have a wide audience, like your song now."

"I know"

China replied quickly.

What I mean is, I can write a song just for you to listen to.

After a while, Mu replied.

"Xie X"

The character "睦" was not fully typed before it was sent.

She immediately retracted it and sent another message.

"Thank you."

Chapter 140 is awesome!

If collaborating on a song can be explained as a win-win situation, then Mutsu has family connections and resources, while China has popularity and online buzz.

So, it was entirely out of kindness that China composed a piece of music in a style that Mutsu liked.

This kindness came so suddenly that it stirred something within Mu, so much so that he was so excited while typing that he didn't finish the sentence.

At the same time, she realized that this personal gift was far too precious, both in terms of the sentiment behind it and in terms of the fact that the song was written by a highly popular musician.

How should we reciprocate?

Mu has little of his own to give back.

She herself was unsure whether she belonged to herself or was merely a puppet of her family.

What did she tell you?

Inside the room, another woman, dressed in a black lapel suit with one end of her hair tucked behind her ear, asked.

She lay back on the single sofa, arms crossed, her expression calm yet authoritative, while keenly watching her daughter's every move.

Just now, Mu's lips curled up slightly in excitement, but then, instead of reporting on the progress of the chat, he stared blankly at the screen for too long.

These expressions naturally caught the mother's attention.

"Don't easily accept expensive gifts from others," was a piece of advice her parents had given her since she was little.

In particular, one should not accept favors that are meant to curry favor with others but do not bring any benefits to the family.

If the other party is a highly valuable collaborator and it's not appropriate to directly refuse their offer, Mu should inform her family and let them handle the situation.

"Mu?"

Despite her mother's seemingly calm gaze, she was constantly pressuring Mu to tell her the truth.

“She agreed to write songs with a wide audience,” Mu replied.

“Very good, and then?” The mother naturally felt that this was not the whole story, so she asked this question.

Teaching Mu to speak the truth decisively may have caused Mu to experience many setbacks in social situations.

But it comes in handy in the current questioning process.

In front of her mother, Mu would at most remain silent, but she would never lie.

But this does not mean that the puppet has completely lost its initiative.

"She still wants to write another heavy metal song."

Mu told the truth, but not completely; she didn't say that the song was written specifically for her.

"You can exchange ideas and create this type of music privately out of shared interests, but you can't release it."

Ms. Ruoye got up and walked towards the door, her gaze no longer falling on Mu, which lessened the latter's tension somewhat.

“Before that,” the mother opened the door and stopped, “we need to finish recording the pieces with her. I need to go talk to someone about your performance.”

"Hmm..." Mu nodded.

The mother closed the door and left. She didn't slam the door shut, but the sound of a security door closing is always unavoidable, and it sounds even louder to someone who is hiding something, making you hold your breath.

Mutsu held China's phone, whose chat page was still on, to her chest with both hands, as if she were holding a gift that belonged to her but was almost lost.

After holding my breath for a few seconds, I put my phone down and slowly let out a sigh of relief.

Then another thought arose in her mind, prompting her to say the next sentence, a request she hadn't dared to make for a whole semester.

I want to hear your previous songs.

Because of China's personality change and her friendliness towards Mutsu, Mutsu was able to bring it up with peace of mind.

Her family told her to be wary of such sudden acts of kindness.

Otherwise, if you are taken advantage of and then abandoned, you will be the one who gets hurt.

But if I am truly to be abandoned, at least I can feel this kindness before I am abandoned.

……

After seeing Mutsu's request, China opened the music player and switched back to the original owner's account.

"Hello, are you there?" she leaned forward and called softly, as if trying to wake someone who was asleep.

"If you don't show up soon..."

China took a screenshot of the original owner's account homepage and then returned to Mutsu's chat interface.

"I'm going to make the decision for you without your permission and tell Xiao Mu about the account."

At this moment, China's movements in the mirror are no longer synchronized.

She grabbed her arm with one hand and sighed helplessly, somewhat like Xiangzi when he couldn't stand his sister's antics.

“You are China now, and China doesn’t need the other China’s permission to do anything,” the figure in the mirror said.

China said, somewhat surprised.

As Xiangzi's most trusted person, Mu should really keep her mouth shut and not say much, so even if you share the account with her, she won't reveal it.

but……

"If I shared your work with people who aren't part of this audience but just like to comment on everything, would you allow it?"

"I don't believe you would do that."

China's tone in the mirror was very firm.

"Furthermore, I still mean the same thing. You are free, so don't let thinking about me restrict you."

“Of course.” China nodded and then sent a screenshot of the account to Mu.

Just then, a phone call came in.