MyGO single pusher, but joined Mujica

"I see. So, Xiaoxiang, you're planning to design it from scratch, right?"

"Yes, mujica must be original, whether it's music or clothing, this must be carried out."

Hachiman Kailing interrupted, "Ms. Toyokawa, do you have any experience in fashion design?"

"I know a little bit, what about you, Miss Hachiman?"

"Almost. I personally suggest asking the agency to help find a professional costume designer, and have them watch our performance before making targeted designs and production."

"I will consider this suggestion." Xiangzi could not deny it.

She had thought of this method a long time ago, but that would add a new expense. The fees of professional designers are not cheap and will eventually be deducted from the band's total income.

Therefore, Xiangzi's current plan is to first discuss several options within the team, and then lie that she has a designer friend (actually Tian Nalin), let the other party choose the one that is closest, and then ask an acquaintance to tailor it step by step.

In this way, she can not only save some expenses, but also embezzle some funds from the investment, disguise them as private design fees, and alleviate her own financial pressure.

This kind of operation was not unfamiliar to Xiangzi. He had heard the "adults" talk about it countless times during his childhood when his family used it as a way to show off his educational achievements to the outside world.

If possible, Xiangzi didn't want to do the dirty things that she once hated, but the pressure of reality forced her to do so.

After all, in order to ensure that her bastard father would settle down, she had to leave some cash on the table every day when she went out. Her wallet was already empty. If she didn't find a way to increase her income, she couldn't even afford to eat, let alone talk about readjustment.

...

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Shoko Toyokawa finally returned home after finishing her busy work.

At this time, her father had already fallen into a deep sleep, snoring softly from time to time.

Smelling the familiar stench of alcohol in the house, Xiangzi sat down at the entrance, took off his shoes and put them in the shoe cabinet. When he stood up, he couldn't help yawning.

With no time to tidy up the cans that filled the floor, the girl dragged her tired steps into a corner of the living room, opened the thin bedding and fell into it.

After lying there for several minutes, Xiangzi turned over and stared at the shabby and yellowed ceiling in a daze.

Recently, she has been very busy balancing her studies and band work. Her schedule is packed and she has no extra time to rest.

Contact agencies to arrange performances, leverage the Toyokawa family's name to attract new sponsors, create Ave Mujica's own songs and world settings, design team uniforms, and more...

She had to handle each one herself, spending a lot of time and effort thinking about it. She encountered many obstacles along the way and overcame many troubles she had never experienced before.

But what left her most helpless was Miao Meng's playing level.

Because drums are one of the most difficult instruments to master, it is impossible to practice a specific song for quick mastery, not to mention that the drumming of mujica music is very difficult and "heavy" drum beats.

If you don't have the basic skills, if you go straight to the drums to practice singing, the sound will be unpleasant and the posture will not be ornamental.

Therefore, according to Miao Meng's current training progress, without changing the drum score, she will need to practice for at least another two months to reach the minimum performance standard in her mind.

As a result, the debut of the Mujica band will be significantly delayed, at least until August.

Xiangzi was very dissatisfied with this time point. She was now in a difficult situation where every second counted. How could the overall goal progress be delayed because of a problem with a team member?

Thinking about this, Xiangzi couldn't help but feel annoyed by his carelessness. He regretted that he had trusted someone's voice too much and invited Miao Meng to join the team as a drummer without making more careful considerations.

But now that Miao Meng has agreed to devote the rest of his life to her, Xiangzi will never abandon her again.

Even if Miao Meng couldn't keep up with the progress and fell behind, and lay down in despair, she would pull it up again and drag it forward.

Her pride would not allow her to fail again.

Chapter 92 Meow Dream, I love you~

"It's no use thinking about this now. All we can do is let Yutenji continue to strengthen his training."

Rubbing his temples with a headache, Xiangzi tried hard to control himself from thinking about this matter and focus his thoughts on things that were within his ability.

For example, I'll use my spare time tomorrow to perfect the Mujica worldview and then find that person to revise it...

In this way, Xiangzi lay in the quilt, thinking about trivial matters, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

Realizing this, her mind told her that she should get up, tidy up the room, wash up, change into pajamas and then rest.

But the exhausted body still lay faithfully in the same place, without even moving a finger.

With reason and instinct in constant conflict, Xiangzi gradually fell asleep.

Perhaps it was because she was thinking about something that had happened during the day, but she dreamed of herself in another world.

However, in the dream, her situation did not improve much. Instead, it became worse because she lost someone's help.

In order to achieve the goal of regaining her rights, she had to work part-time while taking care of the band's affairs, even working hard until the early morning.

Living worse than cattle and horses.

...

The next morning, Tian Nalin got up at 6 o'clock.

He jogged along the path in the morning to the bank of the Sumida River 1 km away and began to do radio gymnastics to the music playing on his mobile phone.

Since he wants to protect the girls' lifelong promise, a healthy body is definitely a must. So after quitting his convenience store job, he does morning exercises every morning to stay healthy.

At 7 o'clock, Tian Nalin returned to his rental house with a cheap breakfast bought from a convenience store to practice the electronic organ. During this time, he would occasionally watch some related teaching videos as a break.

After lunch at noon, he took a half-hour nap according to his schedule to relieve physical and mental fatigue, and then continued to compose music on the computer at 1 pm until Teacher Daxiang came back from school at 4 o'clock.

When Tian Nalin saw Xiangzi's familiar and delicate face appear in front of him, he actually felt a sense of intimacy.

"Good afternoon, Miss Xiangzi. Aren't you busy today?"

"Good afternoon, Tenna-kun. I have some work I'd like to ask for your opinion on."

After saying that, Xiangzi sat next to Tian Nalin, inserted the USB drive into the computer, took control of the mouse and opened the files inside.

Under the operation of the blue-haired girl, a PPT of Mujica's world view was displayed on the computer screen.

"Tenna-kun, this is the setting text that the new band will use. I'd like to hear your opinion."

Tian Nalin followed his instructions and flipped through the PPT. As the number of pages increased, his inner complaints also increased.

To put it simply, the members of the Mujica band will play puppets that can move in the moonlight. In order to avenge the pain of being abandoned, they will destroy the existing dirty world and create a new ideal world, Ataraxia, and everyone will start a new chapter in the new era.

His comment on this was: It was purely a fantastic fantasy that a girl created to escape reality.

Seeing that he had finished reading, Toyokawa Shoko asked with a hint of anticipation, "What do you think of Tenna-kun?"

"Well written. Miss Xiangzi has a natural talent for being a writer."

Meanwhile, Tian Nalin was complaining in his heart: "Did Teacher Daxiang really write these chuunibaku settings while drunk? They look like they were straight out of a white guy's notebook."

"What a mess, is Xiaobai referring to Kurata Mashiro-senpai? I wouldn't write such a setting." Xiangzi thought, "Sure enough, I shouldn't have expected anything from this guy."

After muttering to himself, Xiangzi continued to ask, "Tian Na-kun, do you personally think there is anything that can be improved?"

"Well..." Tian Nalin hesitated.

[Should I tell you? What if I tell you and make Teacher Daxiang unhappy?]

Xiangzi smiled kindly and said, "Tian Na-kun, you can speak frankly. I don't mind."

"Okay." Tian Nalin dispelled his concerns. "My personal opinion is that since Ms. Xiangzi is planning to commercialize it, she should try not to use such a niche setting."

Xiangzi narrowed his amber eyes and asked, "Tenna-kun, do you think the audience can't accept this kind of stage performance?"

"That's right." Tian Nalin nodded and stood still.

[Even though that's how you did it, Mr. Daxiang, no audience member likes to be fed a bunch of chuunibyou settings right from the start, even if the lead actress is a beautiful girl. Just start singing and have confidence in Mujica's songs.]

After hearing that this was how he did it, Xiangzi ignored the rest of his words.

"Thank you for your advice, Tianna-kun. I will consider it." The girl stretched out her delicate hand to control the mouse and opened another PPT.

Seeing this, Tian Nalin realized that Xiangzi didn't listen at all and rolled his eyes secretly.

"It's up to you if you don't want to listen. It's your band, Teacher Daxiang, after all. If the Galaxy Battleship crashes, it's none of my business."

The next moment, seeing the mask design on the screen, Tian Nalin reflexively complained: "It appears! Lace hood."

[But why don't these masks have patterns? I remember Chuhua had marigolds, Daxiang had gladiolus, Mubao had chrysanthemums, Hailing had red spider lilies, and Miaomeng had phalaenopsis... The flower language symbolizes their respective code names.]

After receiving this information, Xiangzi looked at Tian Nalin with secret approval and turned the PPT to the next page.

"Tianna-kun, here are the costume designs for our band members. Which ones do you think look best?"

“They are all pretty good.”

Just like before, Xiangzi got all of Tian Nalin's ideas, and learned the final clothing style adopted by the Mujica band, saving unnecessary modification time.

After obtaining information about the world view settings and team uniforms, Xiangzi fulfilled his duties as a teacher, answered the doubts that Tian Nalin had accumulated in recent days, and then picked up his bag and left the rental house.

...

Before we knew it, it was June 1st and the weather officially entered summer.

During these two days, Tian Nalin not only signed up for the driving school, but also found out about the attitude of the Afterglow band through Kasumi.

Upon learning that MyGO wanted to participate in the concert, Afterglow welcomed the opportunity and took the initiative to set a time and place for the two sides to meet to discuss the matter in detail, which made the girls feel relieved.

Tian Nalin was not surprised by this, after all, this was how the original plot was.

However, after telling everyone the news through the group chat, Su Shi suddenly sent a friend request.

After clicking to accept, Tian Nalin sent an emoticon pack that said "Cat says hello".

Ignoring his greeting, Su Shi went straight to the point.

Sushi: Tianna-san, are you free this weekend? I have something I want to discuss with Tianna-kun.

Weekend? That means the day after tomorrow. Could it be that Soyorin wants to date me?

Tian Nalin: When you are free, let’s meet somewhere.

Sushi: The cafe in the Sunshine Mall in Ikebukuro, Tianna-san, you know this place, right?

Tian Nalin: Of course.

After setting up a meeting time with Soyorin, Tian Nalin was in a good mood. Since Soyorin asked him to meet privately, it meant that she truly accepted him.

After thinking about it, he opened Miao Meng's chat bar again and sent her a cake emoticon and a birthday red envelope of 111111 yen.

Tian Nalin: Happy birthday, Miss Meow Meng.

After a while, Miao Meng accepted the red envelope and happily replied with a love emoticon and a voice message.

Nyamuchi: Thank you Tianna-san, Meow Meng loves you~mua

Hearing such an intimate and ambiguous voice message, Tian Nalin couldn't help but replay it several times, feeling that the red envelope he had given out before was really worth it.

Chapter 1: A Good Divorce

The weather was gloomy on the weekend morning.

After Tian Nalin finished his morning exercise, he practiced the piano for a while as usual. When he saw that it was almost time, he tidied himself up and changed into clean clothes.

But just as he was about to go out to keep the appointment, the door opened first and Toyokawa Shoko walked in.

Tian Nalin was slightly stunned, then greeted with a smile.

"Good morning, Miss Xiangzi."

[Why is Teacher Daxiang here? Did he know that I'm going on a date with Soyorin? ]

"Good morning, Tianna-kun. Are you getting ready to go out?" Xiangzi frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed.

Since she decided to forget the past, she would not interfere when Nalin and Sushi went on a date that day. She would just wish them happiness, just like she wished her old friend Gao Songdeng.

"Yes, Miss Xiangzi, do you want to talk to me about something?"

"Well, regarding the tutoring matter, I'd like to take up some of Tianna's time." Xiangzi spoke in a gentle tone, without any of his usual arrogance.

Tian Nalin glanced at the clock on the wall. It was currently 9:07, so there was still time.

So he sat down and poured the other person a cup of tea.

"Thank you, Tenna-kun." Xiangzi took her exclusive cup, and for some reason his expression revealed a hint of sadness.

Tian Nalin noticed this and was extremely confused.

What's wrong with Teacher Daxiang? He's acting like a cute girl today.

Xiangzi picked up the tea gracefully and took a sip. When he put it down again, his expression had returned to normal, except for the lingering fatigue between his brows.