Zongman: Kulaixiku, resurrection!

Although people have reached the door, they still cannot enter the planetarium in the end.

Reservations are required to enter the museum, as it is the largest and only planetarium in the surrounding area. Each person is limited to one reservation per day, and no one will be accepted after the deadline.

However, it took almost half an hour just to get the light on.

"Please don't be sad, Deng. I was just trying to tease you."

"Yes, but..."

"I've already promised Deng that I'll play the violin for the rest of my life. I won't go back on my word. How could I possibly hate Deng?"

"Woo..."

"Oh, by the way, do you want a hug from Deng? A hug will make you feel better..."

He said all the nice things he could think of, gave Deng hugs, held her hand, and gave her pebbles as gifts... He used all the tricks in turn. Just trying to stop Deng from crying had already exhausted all of Baihe Sanhui's strength and means.

At this point, Baihe Sanhui could only take Deng to a nearby coffee shop and sit down to see if Deng had anything to talk to him about.

"Well, Deng." Kashiwa Sanhui took the green tea latte and orange juice brought by the waiter, gave the latte to himself, and placed the juice in front of Deng.

Deng was still feeling a little down at this time, both because of the aftermath of the stress he had just experienced and because of the guilt he felt for ruining today's carefully planned itinerary.

"Doctor, I'm sorry..." Deng looked at Kashiwa Sanhui pitifully like a little penguin.

"There's nothing to be sorry about, Deng. It was obviously my joke that was too bad at the beginning. The fault is mine."

My dear, please don’t make a mistake. I won’t be able to sleep tonight.

"Since things have come to this, and I haven't been able to accompany Deng for a good stroll, let's just have a good chat here. If Deng wants to talk to me, is there anything else besides hanging out together?"

“…It’s about the band.”

Deng carefully took out a notebook with flowers and plants printed on the cover and placed it on the table.

He turned to a page in the notebook, which was covered with dense drawings, but no matter how he looked at it, there were only four letters: mygo.

"Before there was Xiangzi, I just had to sing and didn't have to worry about anything else."

"Right now, there are so many suggestions, I don't know how to choose."

"Su Shi is also very conflicted, and everyone is arguing with each other."

Why did Su Shi lie to me? Su Shi is not the captain.

"Huh..." Kashiwa Sanhui breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was just a disagreement within the band's planning.

Most bands would be really scared of this, but that's Mygo.

According to Kashiwa Sanhui's own opinion, let them quarrel for ten days or so. After all, Aine is there to liven up the atmosphere, and Suye is there to back them up, so the group won't break up anyway.

But it would definitely not work if he just dealt with Deng perfunctorily, so Kashiwa Sanhui calmed down and looked carefully at the notes in the notebook.

The first one was a neat handwriting. Mygo was positioned as a light music band for students of the same age. The most urgent task was to find a keyboard player...

"Deng, go back and have a good talk with Su Shi. Two guitars are enough to fill the tracks. There's no need to add a keyboard."

The second one was written in a rather exaggerated cursive script, arguing that Mygo should sing songs that would please everyone. Even the team logo was "Mygo" written in Italian cursive script in blue ink with a fountain pen, followed by five exclamation marks in blue and two additional exclamation marks written in light pencil, the pencil handwriting being the same as the previous one.

First of all, we must criticize Chihaya Aine's tendency towards compromise. How is it possible for a band to be liked by everyone?

Secondly, are you so sure of victory, Su Shi? Do you really think that Humor Kayak can destroy Galaxy Battleship?

But after watching it all, Aine's planning opinion turned out to be the most normal one!

Third, the consonant guitar should be used to sing harmony and provide full support to the lead singer.

"...Well, the third one was written by Deng, right? I have to admit it's a bit selfish, but the team logo is so cute, with the red panda and..."

"It's not me, it's Lixi." Deng felt a little aggrieved when she heard Baihe Sanhui say that she was selfish, and said in a low voice.

"..."

Baihe Sanhui was speechless.

That black-haired girl who's always fierce?

Article 4. Everyone’s activities should be limited to places where matcha parfait is sold. The ticket to watch the live performance is one cup of matcha parfait.

I haven't finished writing the rest of the text yet, and it stopped when I was writing a certain word.

The only evaluation of Kashiwa Sanhui is that it fits his character.

Four divine men.

"What about Deng's? Doesn't Deng have any suggestions for mygo?"

Baihe Sanhui took a sip of latte to calm himself down, then turned to ask the timid Deng gently.

If Deng is also a god, then this band is also like this.

“Yes, but something is missing.”

Okay, there is still a normal person, mygo can still be saved!

"It's okay, Deng, just tell me. If I can do it, I will find a way to help you."

Under Kashiwa Sanhui's expectant gaze, a cute little hand stretched out from under the table, and its green fingers pointed at Kashiwa Sanhui himself.

"……what?"

Baihe Sanhui pointed at himself helplessly, Me?

Deng nodded slightly and looked at Kashiwa Sanhui with expectant eyes.

"……May I?"

Isn’t this also a way of saying “We are already studying our opponents at MSI”?

The bassist has already opened the champagne, the drummer can't stand the consonant guitar, the lead guitarist is thinking about eating Buffy all day long, and the lead singer is delusionally trying to use his succubus physique to poach players from the rivals.

The team of gods and men is disbanded.

……

"I'm back."

It was getting late. Xiangzi pushed open the door of Rising's shop, greeted Li Xiao casually, and then fell exhausted on the sofa.

Although my part-time job has ended, I still have to perform at night, write the band plan for Endless crychic, and squeeze out money to buy an electronic synthesizer.

This is the responsibility of being a captain.

There is a long way to go.

"Xiangzi, you'd better go and see that guy."

Li Xiao was sitting at the counter, wiping cups boredly.

"What's wrong, doctor?" When Xiangzi heard Li Xiao talking about Baihe Sanhui, he didn't care about the fatigue of working as a puppet maker all day and immediately straightened up.

"When the doctor came back in the afternoon, he asked me for paper and pen and went back to his room immediately. He refused to eat when I asked him to, and even when I brought him food, he kept mumbling, writing non-stop and mumbling something..." Li Xiao thought for a moment, "The past is a lesson for the future... I think my translation is correct."

If Xiangzi knew that Deng had asked Kashiwa Sanhui to give priority to the band planning within an hour, he might have thanked Deng very much.