vI'm a cornerstone, I'm here to kidnap the robin

Although the tracker showed that the other party had been staying there, and even the camera in the corridor facing the private room door was functioning normally, Robin's intuition told him that it was not that simple.

The best way to tell if Jeremy has left is to ask him if he's enjoying the show.

In the previous program, the most impressive performance was undoubtedly the singing of the robin.

In fact, Robin herself didn't really expect Jeremy to be able to give a clear answer. After all, based on her understanding of Mr. Jeremy, his music appreciation ability seemed to be a little lacking, not to mention the ability to describe such abstract feelings.

"Huh? Miss Saturday, do you still have a competitive streak in this area? I thought you weren't interested in this kind of topic."

Hearing the question from the robin, Jeremy was stunned. He obviously never thought that he would hear such a question from the other party one day.

She clearly remembered that when they first met in the memory space, the other party was very generous and said that he could not compare to the universal singer in terms of disguise or music.

Although in Jeremy's eyes, Miss Saturday is obviously superior in every aspect.

"I'm just a little concerned. In Mr. Jeramy's eyes, which one is better, the Mockingbird or Saturday Harmony?"

The robin turned her head away unnaturally. She was not really interested in such topics. After all, both the robin and Saturday were herself. There was no reason for her to compare herself with herself.

She just wanted to make sure Mr. Jeremy was there enjoying the show, that was all.

"That's it...I understand."

Jeremy nodded, a look of understanding flashing in his eyes.

It was obvious that Miss Saturday was testing whether she had just left here. What a good idea.

If it were someone else, Jeremy might think that someone really cares about who is stronger between Saturday and Mockingbird.

But if this question came from Miss Saturday, then there was no doubt that she was testing herself.

After all...how could Miss Saturday, who is gentle, kind, considerate, virtuous, elegant and generous, have such a superficial desire to win?

However, Miss Saturday is a bit naive to think that she can find fault with me just based on this level of problem.

Having successfully predicted Saturday's outcome, Jeremy had a smug smile on his face.

Perhaps I am indeed lacking in music appreciation.

When it comes to telling riddles and showing off literary talent, he may have some skills, but when it comes to appreciating music, it is really difficult for him.

However, that is a problem that is usually encountered. If we compare two people like we are doing now, then things will be much simpler.

After all, the song that the robin just sang was her masterpiece, "Free a Heart from Sorrow."

Unfortunately, this was the song that was sung when Saturday tuned his instrument in the Memory Space.

If this is really mentioned, Jeremy will no longer be sleepy.

Seeing the confident smile on Jeremy's lips, Robin suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"The third line of the lyrics is in the fifth tone. Miss Mockingbird's pitch is two notes higher than Miss Saturday's. While this adjustment can better arouse the audience's enthusiasm, it makes the originally gentle melody seem a bit overbearing. In this respect, Miss Saturday wins."

"Seventh line, second tone, robin... Miss Saturday wins."

"The thirteenth seventh tone...Miss Saturday wins."

"Number..."

Listening to Jeremy's explanation of the difference between the song he had just sung and the harmonious music he had used in the memory space before, the smile on Robin's lips gradually became stiff, and finally his eyes lost their luster.

I would like to ask, what is more socially destructive in this world than having your old essays about Chuunibyou read out loud to someone?

That is, someone would read aloud two short essays with a bit of "Chuunibyou" to you, and seriously compare which paragraph of the essay had a more "Chuunibyou" sentence structure.

Although Robin had never written an essay about Chuunibyou, she had secretly read the one written by her brother, but now she felt that her current situation was similar to that feeling.

Unspeakable shame surged from the bottom of his heart like waves, constantly beating against the robin's reason.

She never dreamed that Mr. Jeramy's appreciation method would be so direct and rough, even down to the syllable of the verse.

This unprecedented way even gave the robin the illusion that Mr. Jeramy was grading math papers rather than enjoying his own music.

Gu, kill me, who can make this mouth stop?

Brother, save me!

Robin swore that she really wanted to cover her ears and not listen to the voice that was so different in syllables that it would make her socially dead. However, since it was her own request, even though she was so ashamed that she wanted to run out of the door, she could only stand there quietly, forcing a smile to signal Jeremy to continue.

However, Miss Robin's eyes were dead.

No, wait, something seems wrong.

Robin, who was originally in a state of social death, suddenly opened her eyes wide. Although Jeremy's comments made her feel particularly socially dead, she still keenly noticed some loopholes in his words.

Admittedly, when I first went on stage to sing as a robin, I did make some changes to my voice tone according to the atmosphere of the scene, so as to better mobilize the emotions of the guests and pave the way for the newcomers to take the stage later.

Because of this, unlike before in the memory space, she was calming Jeremy's emotions, but just now she was stirring up the emotions of the audience.

But, Mr. Jeramy just said it the other way around.

How could he, who could distinguish the difference in tone with such precision on a syllable basis, make such a low-level mistake?

She believed in Jeremy's memory, but the Universal Singer's use of emotions could not be replicated by memory.

Unless there are some places where Mr. Jeramy is lying, or... reciting a script.

Thinking of this, the robin's eyes suddenly became sharp.

Never challenge the professionalism of the robin in the field of music, unless someone wants to use his hobby to challenge the robin's years of belief and the entire Pinocchio's hopes.

Suddenly grabbing Jeremy's wrist, the robin swept away the empty look in his eyes when he felt socially dead just now, and his eyes became sensitive and sharp.

Finally, he found Jeremy's weakness. In order to avenge the social crisis he had just faced, Robin was not going to let Jeremy get away with it easily this time.

"Mr. Jeramy, you just said that in the sixth tone of the thirty-second line, the syllable of the robin is one tone lower than mine, right?"

"This……"

Jeremy was stunned for a moment when Robin suddenly grabbed his wrist and questioned him.

He was confident that with his hearing and memory, he would never make a mistake in remembering such things.

The robin's song just now was indeed one note lower than Miss Saturday's original song...wait.

Jeremy suddenly thought of something. When the robin sang that line just now, he seemed to be fighting fiercely with the purple-black shadow.

Could it be that the sound of battle caused him to misjudge the singing in the background?

Thinking of this, Jeremy's eyes suddenly became a little stiff.

"But... maybe I just remembered it wrong."

However, Miss Saturday in front of him didn't seem to intend to let him go so easily, and there was a hint of doubt in her beautiful eyes.

"Mr. Jeramy, you really stayed in the private room just now, right?"

Volume 62: 4 The Indignation Burning from the Bottom of My Heart (k)

"Mr. Jeramy, you really stayed in the private room just now, right?"

Looking at the somewhat guilty Jeremy, Robin took a step forward, his gorgeous eyes flashing with doubt... and joy.

Mr. Jeremy, I finally found your flaw.

You just made me so socially frustrated, this time I will... I will... I will lock you up in Chaolu Mansion.

Bad news, now I’ve been caught.

Looking at Miss Saturday who was pressing him step by step, Jeremy stopped himself from retreating thanks to the amazing determination of a business spy. He looked around, looking for a reason to excuse himself.

"Maybe I just remembered it wrong. After all, the song is so long..."

"Really? But Mr. Jeremy's memory is even accurate to every syllable of a song. Would you really make such a low-level mistake?"

The clumsy excuse did not dispel Robin's suspicion of Jeremy, but instead made her eyes become sharper and sharper.

"Confess and I'll give you some mercy, Mr. Jeremy. As the person in charge of this concert, I have the authority to mobilize security. Mr. Jeremy doesn't want to go to the Morning Dew Mansion with me to drink this Asderna White Oak, do you?"

Having finally gained the upper hand in this battle of love brains, the robin became anxious, and even his attitude lost its previous gentleness, seeming a bit aggressive.

She would never admit that she had actually wanted to capture Jeremy and take him to Chaolu Mansion a long time ago.

In this case, it doesn't matter whether Mr. Jeramy is glass or not.

Once you enter Chaolu Mansion, there is no possibility of escaping quietly.

The Universal Singer, who finally got a hold of her target, pressed on step by step, and Jeremy also retreated little by little following her steps until his back touched the cold glass.

The sudden blockage of his retreat caused Jeremy's gaze to move slightly upwards, allowing him to see a purple-black shadow hovering above the ceiling.

Seeing the shadow, Jeremy's eyes suddenly fixed.

When did he touch me? Was it to answer Miss Saturday's questioning that made me relax my awareness of the surroundings?

I actually... made such a low-level mistake?

"Mr. Jeremy, there shouldn't be anything we can't discuss, right? I've already given you the go-ahead to kidnap my sister...eh?"

The smile on the corner of the robin's mouth became more and more smug as she pressed on step by step. Facts had proved that love strategists could only give her bad advice. If she really wanted to catch Mr. Jeramy in her hands, she had to do it herself.

The relationship that had been strained for a long time finally took a turn for the better. Robin was in such a good mood that he didn't react to Jeremy's actions at all.

The slender wrist was suddenly grasped, and a slightly brutal pulling force spread from the wrist to the whole body.

The flower badge that he had woven for Jeremy kept getting bigger and bigger in front of his eyes. When the robin realized what was happening, he had already been immersed in a warm embrace.

"Eh? Eh hey hey! Mr. Jeremy, isn't this too sudden? I haven't..."

The sudden attack made the robin a little overwhelmed. He even began to reflect on whether he had gone too far and made Mr. Jeramy angry and embarrassed.

It wasn't until a crisp sound reached his ears and a spark floated into his sight that the robin reacted.

It seemed like he was really attacked, and Mr. Jeramy... saved him again.

Holding the robin in his left hand, Jeremy's right hand, wrapped in a white glove, tightly grasped the protruding wing corners of the memory domain meme, and the white cloth was easily cut by the sharp wing corners.

However, the bloody scene that the robin imagined did not happen.

The edges of the wings of the memory domain meme were thin, and under the light of the private room, they flashed with a cold light that seemed to be able to tear apart everything.

However, at this moment, Jeremy held this sharpness tightly in his palm. There were even some sparks faintly emitted from the friction between his palm and the wing corner.

The right hand, which should have been just mortal flesh, now showed a hardness no less than gold and stone, enough to compete with the weapon that the Memory Domain Meme was most proud of.

Following the cut in the glove, Robin saw a bottomless darkness, which even made her wonder if her vision was a little blurred by the purple-black shadow.

Holding the wing corner of the memory domain meme tightly in his palm, Jeremy looked at the purple-black shadow that came to him on its own initiative. There was no longer the joy of discovering a rare specimen in his eyes, only solemnity.

Jeremy could understand why this purple-black figure attacked him.

After all, besides the "Glass" hiding in the dark, the one who openly wanted to kidnap Miss Robin was also herself, who was invited here by Miss Saturday in broad daylight.

Jeremy was certain that this purple-black shadow was definitely the family's secret weapon hidden in the dark, specifically designed to deal with people like him who walked in the shadows.

After all, in this Pinocchio controlled by the family, no force except the family itself would allow such a dangerous creature to roam freely behind the scenes of Clark Film and Television Park. Jeremy also did not believe that the family would be unaware of the existence of such a thing.

But why would it attack Miss Saturday as well? Isn't she the eldest daughter of the Oak family, and also the person in charge of this concert?

Is Miss Saturday so unwelcome within the family?

The wing corner held in his right hand began to slide. With only the strength of one hand, Jeremy was unable to completely suppress the purple-black shadow.

Watching the wing corners of the memory domain meme getting closer and closer in front of his eyes, Jeremy did not show any fear in his eyes, because Miss Saturday was in his arms.

This was not out of any heroic mentality of saving a beauty, but because Jeremy knew that the Miss Saturday in his arms was not a vase that would just cower and hide aside when in danger.

"what--"

A short but melodious melody sounded in the spacious private room. Jeremy, who was originally suppressed in strength because he could only move one hand, seemed to be suddenly encouraged and once again grasped the memory meme hidden in the shadows into his palm.

The right hand wrapped in a white glove suddenly exerted force, pulling the purple-black shadow out of the wall and smashing it in the direction away from Miss Saturday.

The elegantly designed door shattered into pieces, turning into debris flying everywhere.

With the help of the robin's music, Jeremy's sudden burst of strength allowed the Memory Domain Meme's huge body to directly smash through the door frame that was several sizes smaller than it, creating spider-web-like cracks on the wall of the corridor.

Lime fell down, temporarily burying the huge body of the memory domain meme.

Jeremy summoned his venom spray gun, protected Robin behind him, shook the gun, and mercilessly fired several venom bullets into the smoke.

Venomix – Mae Gel

Amidst the smoke and dust, Jeremy wasn't sure whether his finishing blow was effective or not, so he didn't act rashly to avoid being ambushed while he was attacking.

With his special physique, he would not die easily, but now Miss Saturday was standing behind him, which made Jeremy subconsciously abandon some risky and radical tactics.

"Miss Saturday, do you know what this is?"