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"It's time to go over the old account of you doing something without permission this afternoon."

Lin Sen is a bit narrow-minded.

For this big fool in front of him, he made decisions on his own and put him in a difficult position.

She must pay a heavy price!

Chapter 21 Please Punish Me Severely

It’s not that Lin Sen is making a fuss or being super sensitive.

The truth is, after today's incident, if Miss Aoyama's misunderstanding of his image is not corrected immediately, it will definitely set a bad precedent.

He wasn't a serious singer. Being forced into this kind of thing once or twice was still within his tolerance range.

But if this situation happened again, maybe during another important performance, maybe during a key event that could lead to a career advancement—

If he were to be pushed out by Miss Qingshan to pay tribute to Mr. Nan Guo like today, it might be that both of them would have to bear the unknown consequences.

It’s not that Lin Sen is too thin-skinned to afford to lose face.

However, his original intention was just to be an agent, mainly responsible for Miss Qingshan's personal operations.

But judging from the girl's attitude all along, she blurred the lyrics and composer's identity into the pseudonym Blue Coconut, and this time she pushed him to perform in a serious manner.

Obviously, there is an intention to get him to join the gang.

If he really wants to develop it into a band-like model, if he messes up, Miss Aoyama's reputation will also be affected.

If we think in an exaggerated way, people will say things like, "If a singer's partner has such a low musical level, then his own ability must not be that high either."

Lin Sen always liked to predict the worst. With this habit as a premise, correcting the perception of this fool became a top priority.

So, in the rental house, facing the older girl who had a premonition and sat obediently opposite him, Lin Sen rarely suppressed any relaxed expression.

"That is to say, Qingshan took it upon himself to agree to sing today. I think this matter needs to be discussed in detail."

"I was wrong."

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Reading people's expressions has always been Miss Xiazhi's skill. Lin Sen had expected her to be able to slide to her knees at the speed of light.

But what he wants is not an admission of fault or an apology. Instead, he wants similar incidents to stop happening again.

So, he got straight to the point:

"It's not about right or wrong. I always feel that Qingshan thinks of me as some kind of genius who can speak eloquently."

"Isn't that so?"

"of course not."

Now it was Miss Aoyama's turn to tilt her head.

"But," she began to illustrate with real-life examples, "95 percent of the songs currently performed by the Blue Coconut Band are by Xiaolin."

"The true origins of these songs have been explained before."

"I got it by chance in a dream?"

"You're right."

"But, so far, there are already thirty-four songs. Including the ones from the past few days, there are also English and Japanese... So Xiaolin doesn't do anything else when he dreams every day, but just write songs?"

"It makes sense."

This answer made Miss Qingshan burst into laughter. Her fake confession of guilt was instantly broken.

If it weren't for his good skills in cultivating his qi, Lin Sen would have almost been aroused by her.

There's nothing I can do about it. The version updates too quickly, and I didn't have time to patch it because I was making up an excuse to be able to play those songs from another world.

So, you have to make up a new excuse to justify your original lie?

I couldn't help but think of the girl I'd made a promise with. Over there, now, she was nearly knocked unconscious by a barrage of lies.

I just hope the same thing doesn't happen here...

I sighed inexplicably in my heart, but my body still honestly prepared many sentences and spoke them out.

His expression suddenly became solemn again, and he waited quietly for the clever woman sitting opposite him to notice the atmosphere and stop smiling.

Then he slowly opened his mouth, speaking in a leisurely manner: *

"Now that things have come to this, I can only tell you the inside story."

"Um..."

So Qingshan Xiazhi opened his eyes wide and waited for Lin Sen to take a deep breath without changing his expression or heartbeat.

"Let me organize my words."

Then, under her gaze, the young man slowly opened his mouth and told a story—

Once upon a time, there was a child who was an illegitimate child of the family.

He has always been a clumsy and sensitive guy, cowardly, funny, and fragile.

For him, the environment of his large family was always unusual. Even living an ordinary life was a hardship.

To make matters worse, after his mother passed away, it became quite difficult for him to even get by as he had completely lost his only support.

He was not used to the expectations a large family had for an ordinary child. He also noticed a subtle rejection from everyone in the family because of his background.

The ghost father had no scruples. He was terrified and would publicly scold anyone who made the slightest mistake, even without restraint. If he also had the drinking buff, it would be a critical hit.

The relatives in the clan were even more delighted in his misfortune. The adults often turned a blind eye, or occasionally, when they were interested, treated him like a servant, pretending to be kind and friendly, but in fact they were just teasing a fool.

And when the elders have such an attitude, the younger generations become even more unscrupulous.

Nicknames, shoving, and beatings were commonplace. Even worse, some children, upset at being beaten by their elders for mischief, would come to him to vent their anger.

This illegitimate child had always been the kind of upright, kind-hearted child who was almost cowardly. Furthermore, he knew that if he really fought back, the outcome might be even worse than if he had remained silent.

So, all he could do was endure it.

Novel 9

But he wasn't indifferent. Deep down, he yearned for kindness. Yet, his keen senses repeatedly allowed him to sense the pure evil around him, which undoubtedly deepened his pain.

During the most unbearable time, he even began to blame his mother, the only light in his life - who brought him into the family and tried her best to protect and warm him while she was alive.

"If she hadn't brought him here, maybe he wouldn't have to suffer this."

But although his mind was twisted by his terrible circumstances, the child was essentially kind, perhaps thanks to his mother's best efforts in raising him well.

He certainly understood his mother's difficulties, so complaining was probably just a way to vent his pain.

He understood what his mother was thinking.

Ben was a single mother who worked hard to raise her child and gave him the best.

However, he was diagnosed with incurable cancer before his child grew up.

As a mother, of course, I can't be 100% sure whether my decision is truly beneficial to my child. But at the same time, as a mother, I really don't want my child to become an orphan.

She finally made a decision.

I found the man who had abandoned me and his family. I threw away my pride and got the positions of two members.

It might eventually ruin the child's life, but at least it would ensure that he would have enough food and clothing before he reached adulthood.

The child actually understood his mother's pain. At night, curled up in a secluded bedroom in the house, pretending to be asleep, he often heard his mother hugging him, crying and whispering apologies.

"Having said this, I seem to have strayed from the topic a bit."

But to explain the cause of an event, one always needs some background information. To make something fabricated believable, one also needs some vivid real-life support and foundation.

This is unavoidable.

But then, it’s time to get to the point.

So, after recounting the childhood of the original Lin Sen in such detail, Lin Sen changed the subject:

"His mother loved music. Perhaps, as one of the first vocal students of Naniwa Art, her musical skills and sentiments were certainly not lacking. Therefore, during her short life, plagued by poverty and illness, she composed many beautiful songs."

"Unfortunately, her child did not inherit her musical talent. He cannot read music and has no vocal sensitivity at all. The only things he can remember are the few songs she left behind."

"This music has become the repetitive humming of the departed figure in my daily dreams."

"Also, when the rest of the family left home, she held his hand and secretly brought him to the music room, where she and her favorite child shared happy moments through music."

"He liked those songs. However, he was reluctant to publicly perform them. This was because, once, he clumsily yet earnestly performed his mother's last works in front of those ugly so-called family members. But all he got was ridicule and mockery from the audience."

"After that, he started to resist singing in public."

"He's clumsy. The only songs he can perform well are those he knows by heart. For the rest, he only has a vague understanding. If he sings like this, it will only bring dust to the pearl."

“So, after that, he gave up music.”

The story ends here.

Of course, Lin Sen added some fabricated content.

For example, the origin of the song, for example, the mental journey of the child in the story who was unwilling to play music.

However, there are still some real historical facts in it - for example, the original body's mother did graduate from the Naniwa Art College, the predecessor of today's Osaka University of Arts. However, her major was changed from art design to vocal music.

After all, it is the truth within the false that makes the story's credibility impeccable. This is a principle that Lin Sen has always been clear about.

But I really shouldn't go on. First, I've already explained why I resisted singing in public. Second, if I continue, I might end up with some logical errors that are difficult to reconcile, which is really unnecessary.

As for the third one——

"Woo..."

A girl who has always been sensitive and perceptive had obviously already heard who the protagonist named "he" in the story was.

I also deeply entered into the childhood in the story.

At this time, she had covered the lower half of her face with her hands, unable to stop the tears from flowing, and was crying uncontrollably.

Even the sound of his voice was twitching.

"So, these songs that Kobayashi gave me... have stories behind them..."

"Ah."

This one.

Looking at Miss Qingshan's cute painted face, Lin Sen felt a little regretful for telling the story too vividly.

It seems a bit too much.

The original body's experience was indeed tragic. Ultimately, a soul that was once kind and sensitive because of great love, but ultimately fell into the abyss step by step because of the loss of love, always arouses sympathy and regret.

And after my own polishing and adding a lie about the origin of the song in my mind, it has a sense of redemption and legend.

I don’t know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing.

At the moment, it seemed like she was on the right track. At least, after hastily wiping away her tears, Ms. Aoyama curled up.

Even the tone of his voice became much gentler, and he didn't dare to speak loudly.

"So, for Xiaolin, singing is a painful thing?"

"It depends. There are two conditions: one is in public, and the other is to perform the entire song. If both are met, I'm really reluctant."

This explanation made the older girl in front of him lower her head.

"sorry..."

She looked really upset. "I shouldn't have..."

"It's not your fault. I haven't been very clear all this time."

"No wonder Xiaolin always looks listless after that performance..."

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