MyGO!!! I am the succubus Xiaoxiang?

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"Can I really sing this song?" Xiangzi took small sips of the fruit tea that the shop manager had just given him.

"Hmm?" Hai Ling looked over.

"I remember, when I searched just now, it was a song by a certain band, right?" Xiangzi recalled the band name he saw when he searched.

"Oh, it's nothing. They seem to have disbanded recently. Before the copyright notice is issued, singing shouldn't be a problem." Hai Ling took a sip of her fruit tea and smiled.

"Besides, generally speaking, big companies won't pay attention to our small-scale operations. Professionals would be happy to see us amateur bands singing their songs. It's self-generated traffic and promotion. One of the better income methods for amateur bands is being invited to sing new songs by professionals."

"After all, it seems that compared to the high-and-mighty professional bands, the amateur bands that are close to us listen to these songs, which gives us a sense of recognition."

"This is so troublesome, and besides, it seems like no band would sing other people's songs," Xiangzi asked in confusion.

That's what they say, but it seems like everyone prefers their own original songs.

"Because of comparison. Are the amateur bands better than us? But the songs of professional bands are compared. Those crazy fans will nitpick and compare them and say, no, original is better. Amateur is amateur. Or they will criticize and feel ashamed. So naturally, everyone tries their best to be original."

Hai Ling sighed. So, "Ultramarine" and "Fireworks" are already difficult songs, and they also have to be compared with the original.

You need to train hard.

"So, it turns out that renting a venue for a performance requires selling so many tickets?" Xiangzi said.

Why didn't I sell tickets back then?

Ms. Rinrinko didn't say anything either.

Well, that makes sense. I was with Afterglow both times, so the tickets were probably sold out long ago, since they're a really great band.

"Not many, fifty sheets." Hailing looked at the record in her hand.

"Hey, but if there are five people, wouldn't that be two hundred and fifty tickets?"

"Eh?"

“Fifty bills per person, five people would be two hundred and fifty bills, right? Is there a problem?” Xiangzi blinked.

"Oh, right. If it were Lamp and Lena, Su Shi would help Lena, and Li Xi would help Lamp. Although Li Xi would say he could handle it all by himself, Soyo would take a deep breath and bring Lena along. Although he said he wouldn't interfere, he would still help out. As for Mu, she would argue with me with a blank expression, and then, hmph! I sold both of their tickets by myself! Then she would keep tickling me in dissatisfaction. Well, Hai Ling is the same way, helping others sell tickets. Hai Ling is so gentle!"

"Eh?"

"Because it's troublesome~ Selling tickets and chatting with strangers, you don't know what kind of person they are, where they're doing a roadshow, you don't really know anything about them." Xiangzi looked at Hailing.

"For a roadshow, at the very least, it has to be in a crowded place. This street is too small, and people are rushing around, so it's not a good place. It's usually in a big square. When I've seen it, it's always in a big square, a place where people can take a walk. Besides, the songs and stuff are all thought up on the spot. Isn't Hailing's first time doing this?"

"Even though she doesn't know what to do, Hai-ling is still helping everyone sell tickets and trying to take on a little more responsibility. Isn't that kind of gentle? So, Hai-ling is amazing! She's someone you can rely on."

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The bustling traffic outside the glass window sped by, as if a gust of wind had swept up tender leaves from the sky and dust from the ground, slowly brushing against Hailing's face, leaving a moist, glistening mark.

Hailing looked at Xiangzi.

That overly gentle, warm gaze, even the smile that suddenly appeared.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Xiangzi asked, wondering if he had said something wrong.

Actually, Hai Ling was the one who received help?

"No, nothing, just a bit sentimental."

"Ok?"

"Xiao Xiang is always so wonderful."

"Huh? What's wrong? Aren't you the one helping everyone? Shouldn't we be praising you? Or did I say something wrong?"

"There's nothing there." Hailing looked ahead, remained silent for a moment, and stuffed the money in her hand into Xiangzi's arms.

"Huh? This?"

"Take them. I bought these with my own money and was planning to give them away for free. Selling them all will be a relief for me."

"Eh?"

"This is my band's first performance, and nobody will buy it, so we were prepared for it to go unsold. If we sell it now and perform well, people will become our fans, so this money should be yours."

"Huh? But..."

"Do we get more, or do you want us to give more? That's not really possible unless you join our band, then we can talk about splitting the profits."

"Oh, no, it is."

"Although this is my first time doing a roadshow, I have already joined 30 bands, so I have some understanding of how it works. At least, it's normal to lose money and just do some promotion the first time. This time, selling out will actually be a profit for our band."

"Huh? Okay, fine, but..."

"Do you want more money? Sure, how much more?"

"No!" Xiangzi sighed, took out half of it and stuffed it into Hailing's pocket.

"This performance wasn't just the two of us, so if this is our combined pay, then we should split it in half. After all, it was the two of us who did the work!"

“…Okay!” Hai Ling looked at Xiangzi, then looked to the other side, and suddenly looked ahead and spoke.

"I have a friend."

"Ok?"

“She used to have a really stupid band,” Hai Ling said with a smile, telling a story about a friend.

"She's an idiot. It was her first time forming a band, and she acted like a fool. Everyone said they wanted to play in a band together, and she believed them," Hai Ling said, her eyes slightly narrowed.

"This isn't considered stupid, is it?" Xiangzi asked.

“Because, perhaps she really likes that band, or maybe she likes the feeling of being in control,” Hai Ling said.

"So, she wants to continue with this band."

"She was somewhat smart, but not much. If she wanted to form a band for life, she thought she should at least learn how to make money with the band. So, she went around finding a bunch of talent scouts and bigwigs in the band industry."

“He asked his team members to train more, saying that he wanted to continue, so he had to train more. He also said that he wanted to meet with countless big shots, train hard, and then be praised by them, and then debut.”

"I didn't think about what others thought at all. I just heard that the other party agreed, so I did it on my own."

"Then, you know what, that girl, standing on the stage all by herself, getting stood up, with everyone below watching, she looked so pathetic, so funny. You have no idea how embarrassed she was at that moment."

"It's not funny at all!" Xiangzi looked over.

"Eh?"

"Didn't everyone promise her they would go on stage together?"

"But that was just wishful thinking on her part; it never happened."

"Then why didn't anyone say anything? Why didn't anyone tell her? Then why did she agree? Isn't this so-called wishful thinking simply because no one else could tell them what they were thinking?"

"..."

"Why is it funny to see someone standing there? They're trying so hard to move forward together with everyone, striving for everyone's wishes. Why is it funny? It's not funny at all."

Hai Ling looked up at the angry girl in front of her, noticing her upset expression.

For a moment, I was at a loss.

In the end, the only option was to move the head away.

“I’m sorry, I don’t find it funny either. It’s just that everyone treats her as a joke, and so does she. She often says these things, saying it’s to make everyone happy,” Hai Ling said, biting her lip.

"Because she might feel that all that effort will ultimately amount to is making others laugh." Xiangzi looked into the distance.

It's like speaking up for a stranger, getting angry, and saying what's really on their mind.

“Hey, why don’t you laugh? Even a little laugh would be nice. Can’t I even make someone laugh at what I’ve done? Or maybe, even if it’s a joke, I hope someone remembers all the things I’ve done that I don’t want to be forgotten,” Xiangzi said.

"Or maybe she's crying, wanting a hug from someone, or just a word, because she's angry with you. Or you could tell her, 'If only I had been there, you wouldn't be so upset.' Maybe she'd be happy then, Hailing."

Xiangzi looked at Hailing, gazing at her expectantly.

It's like hoping that Hailing can try to help that friend.

"A band is a wonderful thing, a place where everyone can belong. Your friend probably thinks the same way. Go tell her."

Xiangzi offered words of comfort in a low voice.

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"Hmm, hmm!" Hai Ling looked at Xiangzi, who was looking at her.

"I will talk to her."

She has already heard it.

"Hmm!" Looking at the child in front of me, who was still sipping her drink and occasionally turning back to tell herself, "Remember, don't forget, that child keeps talking to you, maybe she's waiting for your comfort, you must remember that."

If you really forgot, it's okay if you say you're overthinking things, don't be shy.

If it's something that can help her if she really can't get over it, then that's a good thing.

If they laugh at you after you've moved on, then just laugh it off. It's even better that you've moved on. And just say that I was just talking nonsense, that some clueless guy was spouting off.

Then you can laugh at me with her.

Anyway, I don't really care about wearing stockings.

Anyway, it's always good to smile more.

While laughter isn't the only sign of happiness, there's plenty of laughter in happiness!

Watching the sidelight of the setting sun fall on the girl's face beside me, a touch of blue stirred my heartstrings, and I gently swayed, my little leather shoes tapping on the floor.

He heard me, Xiangzi.

That gentle undertone.

Under the setting sun, it will forever shine in Hachiman Kairin's heart.

"Nah, Xiangzi."

"Ok?"

"I've formed a band."

"Yeah! What's wrong?"

“I saw MYGO.”

"Ok?"

"You are very happy."

"Right, right! Everyone's happy and having a great time, that's what a band should be like."

“Yes, I also want to form a band like that and see you guys,” Hai Ling explained.