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It was not until a long time later, when she realized that the other party really didn't seem to have done anything to her, that she gradually felt relieved.

And now...

The other party is moving?

Could it be related to myself?

No matter what she promised, she eventually knew the "secret" of Miss Xiangzi.

So maybe the other party wants to move to a place where no one knows...

Then find an opportunity to...get rid of yourself?!

As soon as this thought came to mind, Taoxiang felt that the blood in her body was about to freeze!

She shuddered subconsciously, and her face turned pale!

For those who hide guns, killing a person may be as easy as crushing an ant!

And Jing Qin Renna, who was immersed in the sadness of parting, also keenly noticed the sudden change in the mood of Momoka senior beside her.

"Eh? MMK-san?"

Nina looked up in surprise, and looked at Momoka's face, which had suddenly turned pale and terrified.

"What's wrong with you? Why...are you suddenly in a bad mood too?"

It’s okay that she’s sad about Xiangzi-senpai moving, but why is MMK-san’s reaction even bigger than hers?

She had a cat-like face and said in a crying tone:

"Wow, wow, I...I can't bear to leave her either!"

Looking at Momoka's exaggerated expression, Renai was a little confused.

Eh?

Is there anything you are so reluctant to part with?

......

With Ishikawa's help, a large flat in downtown Tokyo with a prime location and tight security was quickly arranged.

The moving process was handled by a professional company, leaving Kujo Renji and Mutsu with almost no worries.

When the two of them first stepped into this brand new home with a faint fragrance, even Kujo Renji had to admit that the improvement of the living environment can indeed significantly improve people's mood.

The spacious living room is connected to the open kitchen, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows offer a bustling view of Tokyo.

Sunlight streamed through the spotless glass onto the floor, warm and bright. The furniture and appliances were all brand new, clearly carefully selected by Ishikawa.

Kujo Renji casually placed an unopened cardboard box at the entrance, and his eyes fell on Wakaba Mutsu, who was showing obvious curiosity about the new environment.

The girl just quietly walked slowly in this spacious space with light steps, like a kitten exploring its territory for the first time.

She gently pushed open the glass door leading to the balcony and walked out.

Kujo Renji followed. Not only did the balcony offer a wide view, overlooking a small portion of Tokyo, but in one corner were several exquisite ceramic flowerpots, filled with valuable and rare flowers, a few orchids in full bloom, and some peculiarly shaped foliage plants, all carefully tended to and thriving.

Mu walked to the flower pots, squatted down, stretched out his slender fingers, carefully touched the delicate petals of one of the orchids, and tilted his head, as if studying the leaves of those plants.

Kujo Renji looked at her focused profile. The sunlight cast a soft golden edge on her light-colored hair. The picture was quiet and beautiful.

He walked forward, stood beside her, and asked in the calmest possible tone:

"How is it? Do you like it here?"

Mu raised his head and looked at him, his green eyes looking particularly clear in the sunlight.

She nodded and answered in her usual concise way:

"Yeah. I like it."

The voice was soft, but the tone was affirmative.

Kujo Renji felt a little relieved, it seemed that moving was indeed the right decision.

However, the next second, Mu's actions made him laugh.

Mu pointed to a large empty flowerpot next to those precious, meticulously maintained flowers that were clearly expensive. Then, turning around, he spoke to Kujo Renji in a matter-of-fact, even earnest, tone:

“Here, you can grow cucumbers.”

"..."

Kujo Renji found it a little funny.

He looked at Mu's serious expression, then at the precious and beautiful flowers on the balcony, and imagined that a row of green vines with long cucumbers hanging on them would suddenly appear next to him... The picture was really a bit incongruous, and a bit inexplicably cute.

“Who will eat the cucumbers after we grow them?”

Hearing this, Mu looked at Kujo Renji, then at the balcony, and seemed to be faced with some difficult decision.

After a while, she asked in a very subtle tone with obvious reluctance:

"...Can I...not eat it?"

He looked so cautious, as if he was afraid that the precious cucumbers he grew would be "stolen".

Still protecting food?

Send it!

Jiujo Renji reached out and gently ruffled her soft light green hair:

"No, that won't work. I provided you with such a good place to grow cucumbers, so of course you have to give me some to taste."

Hearing this, Mu's brows wrinkled slightly, and his face puffed up slightly, as if he was caught up in an even more intense ideological struggle.

She lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously twisting the corners of her clothes, struggling for a long time.

Just when Kujo Renji thought she was going to "fight back" for her cucumber, Mu raised his head again and added cautiously in a negotiating tone, a little aggrieved and afraid of him getting angry:

"Then... just eat... two, okay?"

After saying this, he nervously glanced at Kujo Renji's expression, fearing that this "concession" was not enough and would make him unhappy.

Kujo Renji would naturally not intentionally eat the girl's cucumber.

But the girl took it seriously.

As if she was worried that the promise of "two" was too little, she also brought a large box of mango juice as "compensation".

This is the last box of mango juice left in the girl's suitcase.

It can be seen that Miss Ruoye Mu spent a lot of money to protect her cucumbers.

Just like Wakaba Mu's favorite cucumber.

Ms. Wakamugi Yutenji also has a favorite thing...

"I've already told you, you really don't need to send me anything,"

Ruomai held the receiver between his shoulder and ear, slumped lazily on the sofa, his voice filled with a hint of helplessness and coquettishness:

"Postage is very expensive, Mom."

My mother's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone, with a unique Kyushu accent:

"Maizi, it's summer time in Tokyo, right? I dug out those old skirts from the bottom of your suitcase and sent them to you so you don't have to spend money on buying them."

Ruomai curled his lips.

It was an old skirt, but that was from several years ago. My taste in it when I was in junior high school now seems so tacky.

But she would not say this. The girl was particularly delicate in this regard and would not spoil her mother's fun.

"Oh, Mom..."

She changed to a more comfortable position and softened her voice:

"Those dresses are out of style. I have clothes to wear now. You keep your money and buy yourself something nice. I'm doing fine here, really. Don't worry."

She paused and added:

"The food is delicious. Do you think I've gained weight recently?"

There was a light laugh from the other end of the phone, as if she was amused, but then there was a hint of inquiry in her mother's voice:

"Maizi, have you encountered anything happy recently?"

Ruomai's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a little strange:

"Eh? Mom, did you see the news? Or did you see my new account?"

She was referring to the band’s recent unveiling and the explosion of their new account.

"That's not true..."

The mother denied it, but there was a knowing smile in her voice:

"Mom heard it. Whenever Maizi is happy, she likes to raise the end of her voice, like singing. This little habit has never changed since she was a child."

"Huh? Is there?"

Ruomai's cheeks turned red all of a sudden, and he touched his hot ears embarrassedly.

The little shyness that was exposed was quickly replaced by the desire to talk.

She seemed to have found a safe tree hole, and couldn't help but start chattering, pouring out everything to her mother about the person who had occupied her entire mind recently.

"Mom! I'm telling you! I recently... really met a really nice person!"

Her voice unconsciously took on that rising, joyful ending:

"Her name is Xiangzi, and she's... the leader of our band! And also my, um... boss?"

"She's really amazing! Talented, smart, and special... well... last time I got into trouble, she helped me solve it! And she also helped me with my new account..."

She once again entered the "Xiangpu" mode, describing all the "merits" and "deeds" of Kujo Renji with exaggeration, and the admiration and joy in her tone almost overflowed from the receiver.

The mother on the other end of the phone listened quietly, occasionally uttering a few gentle words of agreement.

"...She even praised me for doing a good job!" Ruomai couldn't help but raise his voice when he got excited.

"Really? That's great..." came the mother's voice.

Ruomai's excitement cooled down a bit. She keenly caught the strangeness, slowed down her speech, and asked tentatively:

"Mom...are you...crying?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then came the mother's voice with a heavy nasal tone, trying hard to pretend to be calm:

"No...I...I'm happy for Maizi..."

She paused, the sob in her voice no longer concealed:

"Maizi...it's not easy for you to be alone in Tokyo...you always said you were fine when I called you before, but I know...you must be feeling a lot of pain inside..."

"Now it seems you can finally gain a foothold in Tokyo..."

The mother's voice was intermittent.

Ruomai's heart felt like it was being tugged at by something, making it feel sour and bitter.

Yes, how could she not know?

She came alone to the bustling yet cold Tokyo, chasing a seemingly glamorous dream. She never mentioned the bitterness and pain she experienced to her family. She only reported good news and not bad news, a disguise she had long been accustomed to.

Outdated, forgotten, with a meager income and a bleak future... those moments when she licked her wounds alone in the middle of the night, those nights when she cried secretly under the quilt... she gritted her teeth and got through it all.

And now, she finally...seemed to have really seen some light.

Although the source of this light is somewhat complicated and even carries a hint of danger.

But for her at this moment, that was enough hope to keep her going.

"mom..."

Ruomai's voice was also choked with sobs. She sniffed and tried to make her voice sound more relaxed.

"I'm really fine. You don't have to worry about me. I will...I will try my best."

The days passed quietly in rehearsals, live broadcasts, and occasional band gatherings, just like the gradually lengthening shadows of the sun in late summer in Tokyo.

Before we knew it, the day when Ave Mujica’s next “unveiling” performance announcement would be released was getting closer and closer.