You are the first one to get into Triangle, then who am I?

She took out her phone and hesitantly clicked on the chat window with Toyokawa Shoko. The cursor flickered in the input box for a long time, and finally only typed in one sentence:

Mutsumi: Regarding composition, I have something to ask you...

Ruoye Mu's finger hovered above the send button, hesitant to press it.

The cold light of the screen reflected on her slightly white knuckles, and the unsent message flashed in the input box, like a thorn in her heart.

"click"

She suddenly locked the screen and threw her phone onto the bed. Her movement lifted the sheet music beside the piano and scattered it all over the floor.

The unfinished notes twisted on the paper, as if mocking her incompetence.

"No need... please Xiang..."

Wakaba Mu's fingertips dug deep into her palm, leaving crescent-shaped red marks on her pale skin. The black and white keys of the piano shone coldly in the moonlight, as if silently mocking her struggle.

"It's obvious...I was the one who approached Xia first..."

Her ten fingers slammed heavily on the piano keys, and a harsh, discordant sound exploded in the basement, which was empty except for her. The scattered music sheets were lifted by the air current, leaving messy tracks in the air.

At this moment, another voice sounded in her ears.

"How pitiful! He can't even write a song..."

Ruoye Mu's fingers suddenly froze and his pupils contracted slightly.

She turned her head to look at the doll that looked like a Q version of herself and appeared on her shoulder without her knowing when.

"No...I can write it..."

Upon hearing this, a mocking expression appeared on the doll's face in a very unscientific way.

"Even writing the simplest song takes three days, and I have to ask Xiangzi-chan for advice... Xiangzi-chan alone can probably finish a song like this in about an hour."

"..."

"Xiao Xia is the same, and the composition is the same. Xiao Mu, you can't beat Xiangzi-chan in anything."

"..."

If Ye Mu didn't say anything, because everything the other party said was true, she had no way to refute it.

"And Xia is really stupid. She didn't notice Xiaomu's feelings at all. Xiaomu even gave up his favorite guitar and turned to the keyboard, which he doesn't like very much..."

"It's not Xia's fault. I was in denial."

At that time, even if Wakaba Mu admitted that he liked Sanka Hatsuka, he might not be able to win over Toyokawa Shoko.

So she simply gave up from the beginning, at least so that the two people she cherished would not be embarrassed because of her.

"Whenever I mention Xiao Xia, I always speak in his favor. I clearly want to help Xiao Mu..."

"……sorry."

"Ah, I don't mean to blame Xiaomu."

The doll patted Wakaba Mu's head gently and rubbed her cheek with its chubby round face.

"Try it, release your dissatisfaction with Xiangzi-chan from your heart." Its voice was as childish as a child, but it also carried a devilish temptation. "Don't suppress these emotions, turn them... into your song..."

Wakaba Mu hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and put his fingers on the keys again.

When the first note fell, the doll hummed a melody in her ear. Gradually, the pent-up emotions turned into a series of intense notes that echoed in the room.

"Yes... that's it..." The doll's voice gradually synchronized with her heartbeat, "Put your reluctance... your envy... all your emotions into it..."

Ruoye Mu's fingertips danced on the black and white piano keys, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

The originally awkward melody gradually became smooth, and the intense rhythm still retained her unique delicacy.

When the last note fell, her shoulders trembled slightly.

The doll had disappeared at some point, but the sound of Wakaba Mu's piano seemed to still echo in the silent basement.

It's done, a song that belongs only to Xia...only to [personaction].

She quickly picked up a sheet of music with a lot of blank space on the ground and took the opportunity to write down the song she had just played.

After some minor adjustments, Ruoye Mu played the piece again from beginning to end. Although it didn't overflow with emotion like before, it was still good enough as a demo.

She slowly picked up her phone and opened the [personaction] group chat.

Mutsumi: [Document]

Mutsumi: New song demo.

Almost immediately, there was a reply in the group.

Umiri: So fast? (⊙o⊙)

Umiri: Let me hear it.

Umiri: !!!

Umiri: It’s a huge improvement compared to the previous song!

Umiri: Wakaba-san, are you a composing genius?

Seeing the message in the group chat that Hachiman Kailing praised her, Wakaba Mu was not happy.

Xia...why didn't you send a message?

It's only 7:30 in the evening, and it's clearly not time to go to bed yet...

She silently switched to the chat interface with Sanjiao Chuxia, but did not dare to send a message to ask. The history records above were all topics initiated by the other party.

After venting her emotions, she seemed to be back to the beginning.

………………

ps: Because Xiaomu has distanced himself from the guitar a little in order for Chuxia to join the band, it has provided space for Metis to move up, so her presence will be higher.

ps2: Metis: BYD Xiaomu finally stopped talking about Xiang... Xiang... Xiang...

Chapter 131 Wakaba Mu in the Mirror

"Why did I fall asleep so early again!?"

Sanjiao Chuxia sat on the bed, looking around the room where she was the only one left with some doubt in her mind.

He looked down at his bare chest, a strong sense of unease washing over him. The bedsheets were a little disheveled, and his pajamas were neatly folded and placed on a chair beside him.

This time I didn't feel as groggy as I did yesterday morning. Instead, I felt incredibly alert when I woke up.

(Sanjiao Chuhua: I switched to sleeping pills with fewer side effects.)

Sanjiao Chuxia picked up the phone on the bedside table and found a sticky note on it. On the sticky note was a line of beautiful handwriting:

"Xia, I'm going to rehearse early this morning. Breakfast is in the microwave. And don't overwork yourself. You fell asleep on the sofa while playing with your phone last night. I was so worried."

Looking at Sanjiao Chuhua's message, he thought carefully about last night -

After posting the message on [personaction], I started checking my SNS, but I became increasingly sleepy, and my memory of what happened afterwards became fuzzy.

"Am I really too tired?"

There is no other reason except this, and after sleeping like this for two days, I feel much better.

After the logic was self-consistent, Sanjiao Chuxia didn't think any more about it. She peeled off the sticky note and opened her phone. The lock screen showed several unread messages.

In addition to Toyokawa Shoko's daily greetings, there were also two messages from Wakaba Mutsu.

This is a bit strange. Normally, she almost never takes the initiative to send messages to me. It's like an intelligent AI that will only reply if I take the initiative to send messages to her.

Sanjiao Chuxia clicked on the news about Wakaba Mu with some curiosity.

Mutsumi: Xia, the new song is ready and has been posted in the group chat.

Mutsumi: Xiaoxia, why don’t you reply to Xiaomu’s message?

???

"Little Cucumber...would you speak in this tone?"

Not only that, the two messages even addressed him differently, as if they were sent by two different people.

He felt an inexplicable chill on his back and hesitated for a moment before typing the message.

UIKA: Sorry, I went to bed early last night. I'll check out the new songs soon.

Not long after I sent it out, the reply came.

Mutsumi: Kozue finally replied! (≧?≦)

Mutsumi: I didn’t get a reply after posting the song last night, so I was very disappointed.

Mutsumi: Please pay more attention to xiaytgfvgbhjkoiytrfghj during training today

(The other party withdrew a message)

(The other party withdrew a message)

(The other party withdrew a message)

Mutsumi: Good morning, Xia.

Mutsumi: The message just now...wasn't sent by me.

UIKA: Yeah, I can see that.

Sanjiao Chuxia took a deep breath and calmed herself down.

There are no other people of the same age as Xiao Huanggua at home, and Xiao Xiang is also working now. It is estimated that someone who visited Ruoye's house looked at her phone without permission... right?

"I'd better take today off, for both work and the band."

Thinking of this, he gave up the idea of ​​getting dressed and lay back on the bed.

………………

In the basement of Wakaba Mutsu's house.

"Why did you send a message to Xia when I wasn't paying attention?"

Ruoye Mu spoke to herself in the mirror, her voice cold and restrained. Her slender fingers clutched the hem of her skirt tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Wakaba Mu in the mirror suddenly smiled brightly, and this expression looked particularly out of place on her usually dull face.

"What's the matter? I just told Xiao Xia what Xiao Mu really thought."

"But……"

"There's nothing wrong with that."

Wakaba Mutsu in the mirror took a few steps back, sat on a chair in the basement, and swung his legs happily.

"How can Xiao Xia understand if Xiao Mu doesn't express his feelings? Just based on your expressionless face?"

"..."

"Xiao Mu, don't be sad." As if realizing that he had said too much, Ye Mu in the mirror quickly stood up, walked to the mirror and gently patted the mirror surface, as if to comfort the other person.

"I just... don't want to see you sad alone anymore."

Her voice softened, with a hint of heartache.

Wakaba Mu's fingers loosened the hem of her skirt slightly, and her drooping eyelashes cast a shadow under the light.

"Xiao Mu must feel uncomfortable every time he sees Xiao Xia and Xiang Zi-chan together."

Her shoulders trembled slightly.

"I understand you better than anyone else." Ruoye Mu in the mirror moved closer to the mirror and looked into her eyes. "Those unexpressed feelings, those emotions hidden in the music... I know them all."

Her fingertips traced the outline of Wakaba Mu on the mirror: "I was born to protect you. I will help you be with Xiaoxia, Xiaomu."

"don't want……"

"Eh?"

"Xia, I like Xiang..."

Ruoye Mu's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, but it was like a sharp knife, instantly breaking the silence in the basement.

Hearing these words, the smile on Ruoye Mu's face in the mirror slowly faded.