Even if you're a corrupted magical girl, you still have to try to redeem yourself.

“As for sincerity, I’m no less than you!” Helica shouted anxiously.

It's easy to imagine the uproar this statement will cause in the crowd; the jeers from the audience will be louder than the microphones on stage.

"I mean my dedication and passion for music! Nothing else!" Helica quickly tried to explain, but the audience didn't seem to appreciate it, and the discussion grew even more heated.

At this most inopportune moment, Ba Qi started to stir things up: "So, you don't have feelings for Xiao Yuan anymore?"

"Don't talk nonsense! I mean... no! This isn't the same thing at all!"

The situation on stage was chaotic, as was the bloodthirsty audience below who were eager for a good show.

Of course, the same goes for Yuuki Yuki.

Can you imagine? You were just sitting there, singing along to your keyboard, and suddenly you became some kind of hotly contested battleground. Yuuki Yuuki felt so innocent and helpless.

So stop shouting about who you're choosing.

It's impossible to do it if you only choose one!

Yuuki Yui glared at Serizawa Riko backstage, annoyed. If it weren't for her taking matters into her own hands, she wouldn't have been chanted "scumbag pink hair" by the entire audience.

Okay, they were just trying to be kind, so blame it on... So who's to blame for this?!

Never mind all that! Let's change the subject! Change the subject immediately!

"Alright! Alright! Let's stop joking around. We still have one song to play, right?" Yuuki Yukino whispered a reminder.

“Yes, that’s right!” Helica cleared her throat again, as if she had found a savior. “Now, please enjoy our last song!”

"Enjoy! Rainbow Silk!"

I'm working hard to finish the manuscript! I'll try to update twice when I go out!

Chapter 107 Singing Together, Playing Together

"Next, please enjoy our last song, Rainbow Silk."

Helica bowed slightly to the audience, and the lights in the venue were turned off one by one, leaving only a few faint rays illuminating the girls on the stage.

The clear sound of the piano keys tinkled like spring water in spring water resting on a frozen stream. Although it was sealed under a thick layer of ice, it continued to flow quietly, bringing new life to the silence.

The sound of the keyboard flowed on, measure after measure, as if it were the only unique existence in this silent world, making people hold their breath.

thump.

With the final sound, all things returned to silence.

Sparse applause rang out from below the stage.

Before the applause had subsided, the melodious notes of the violin cast a ray of light into the silent world.

Then the light truly came.

Seven-colored lights lit up one after another in the huge room, illuminating the dark stage.

At the same moment, all the instruments resonated with the soul.

Like ice and snow, like warm sunshine, like blades of grass, the girls' voices sang softly and gently, like flower buds slowly blooming in the resonance of the instruments.

"La la la~ la la la~ la la~"

Thunderous applause erupted as a chorus of voices sang, using the most soothing tones to bring the atmosphere to its peak.

"Although our hearts are at different distances, we still use sincere language to describe our feelings, share every heartbeat and every smile, and record every second of our time together."

"The threads on your and my fingertips weave a rainbow-colored bond, connecting the present with the past, and extending to every day of the future!"

The opening act was the peak.

The music gradually faded, leaving only the most basic background music lingering in the air above the performance venue.

The first note of the song didn't come from the lead singer holding a guitar, but from the bespectacled girl holding a bass guitar.

Even if you can't see the direction you're going, you're still groping your way forward.

The blue-haired girl plucked the strings and softly sang along.

Even if your feet are covered in mud, just shake your shoulders.

The girl playing the drums tremblingly brought her lips to the microphone, but the sound that came out was unusually steady.

Even if your voice keeps trembling, try to sing it out clumsily.

As the violin music grew louder, the girls spoke in unison.

"Singing about our yesterday."

Yes, this is their song.

A song that records the past, enjoys the present, and looks forward to the future.

Standing before that crayon drawing of girls holding hands, created by the children from the orphanage, the girls finally found what they truly lacked.

On that day, the children took turns coming up to them and offering their blessings and heartfelt wishes.

"Inuyama-neechan is very cool. She can always see what we want at a glance and say whatever comes to mind. She is very approachable. We all enjoy playing with Inuyama-neechan. Thank you."

"Mizuno-neechan is always aloof, but she can easily become one of us. No matter how much we tease her, she never gets angry. We really want to be like her. And thank you."

"We haven't met Nishio-nee-san very often. I always feel that Nishio-nee-san is very gentle, but she seems to have something on her mind. Nishio-nee-san should smile more sincerely. Hmm, apart from that, Nishio-nee-san is good in every way. Thank you."

“Sakura-neechan looks very serious, but she cares about us a lot. Even if we are unhappy about something, Sakura-neechan will patiently help us solve it. She can take care of each and every one of us, so thank you!”

"Sister Tianlei is amazing. She seems to be omnipotent. Moreover, Sister Tianlei sings and plays the piano very well. She has shown us something different. We also want to use music to bring happiness to others in the future. Thank you for taking us into a different world."

"Sister Lin has been telling us stories. She's so patient, she's the best! But Sister Lin, you have to be brave, otherwise, besides us and the other sisters, no one will be your friend. Thank you!"

"Big sister, no, Yuuki-neechan." Wakayama bit her lip and came to Yuuki Yui's side: "Thank you for teaching me how to walk the path of the future. Thank you for letting us feel a different kind of care and happiness here. I like Yuuki-neechan the most."

From the moment the girls decided to create a song that belonged only to them, everyone was thinking about how to understand each other better and how to connect everyone's hearts.

But no one thought about what they could actually offer others.

Regardless of the reasons for connecting everyone, the trigger point will always be the origin called "oneself".

To understand others, we must first understand and accept ourselves.

Only through the voices of the children did they belatedly realize that they had the opportunity to re-examine themselves.

Fortunately, this opportunity came not too late.

The seven-colored threads called bonds connect one after another, creating a seven-colored rainbow that embodies the girls' feelings and forms their unique song.

Finally, the sounds converged and resounded throughout the entire stage, connecting everyone.

That was the echo of the girls playing together.

The bass roared, the guitar howled, and the drums pounded, pushing their song to new heights once again.

"Even from a professional perspective, this song is quite well-made. It doesn't seem like it was written by students. As expected of my older sister."

Hyakki Chiyu, who is also skilled in playing multiple musical instruments, took a bite of the squid strips and gave them a very high rating.

Hong Moli pressed her clenched fist against the tip of her nose, intently watching the increasingly enthusiastic performance on stage. She also shared her own thoughts following Qian You's comments.

“I don’t know much about musical instruments, but from a listener’s perspective, it doesn’t matter whether it’s a pop song or a classical piece. I think a good song is one that can move the audience’s emotions. It’s even more remarkable if the song can convey the creator’s emotions. My sisters have undoubtedly achieved this.”

Backstage at the venue, a girl holding an instrument nudged the person next to her on the back.

"Minister, what do you think of the band performing right now compared to our Light Music Club?"

"This is not something that can be compared horizontally. Although their styles are different from ours and their coordination is a bit awkward in some places, it is precisely because of these imperfections that you can hear how much emotion they have poured into this song. I think their performance is outstanding among so many shows."

"Oh dear, the president is really cunning, that's why he answered us like that."

"This isn't cunning. When have you ever heard the chairman give such high praise?"

"Haha, you're right."

Offstage, Sakuragawa Nana gripped her clothes even tighter.

"Nana, how about it? Pretty impressive, huh?" Tianyin chuckled and nudged Sakura Nana with his elbow.

Sakura Nana nodded: "Indeed...it's amazing. The lyrics, the arrangement, and everyone's part are all on a completely different level compared to the previous two songs."

"Why are you being so honest now? This isn't like you." Tianyin raised her eyebrows in surprise, continuing to watch the performance on stage.

“It’s not a matter of honesty or dishonesty, it’s that they keep redefining my understanding. I originally thought they were just playing around, and that even if they made an original song, it would be a mess. But I never expected this, I really never expected this…” Sakura Nana sighed.

"What is a surprise? This is a surprise! Music is full of surprises, which is why I love music! Cai Cai, saying thank you might be a bit too formal, but I really have to thank you for bringing us here."

"Yes... but it's still a pity."

"Are you saying they can't beat us in the end, so it's a pity? If you ask me, it's still uncertain who will win, Cai Cai, don't be too happy yet."

“I’m not talking about that. I’m just sad that this song couldn’t end properly.” Sakuragawa Nana shook her head. “Don’t you think the guitar sounded a little strange?”

"What? Guitar music?" Tianyin listened for a while with his arms crossed, then turned his head back quickly in surprise: "What are you doing? You didn't secretly sabotage someone, did you?"

"What do you mean by tripping me up? You're making such nasty remarks. This has nothing to do with me!" Sakuragawa Nana retorted angrily with her arm. "This was definitely an accident."

While the girls were talking, the string on the violin that Heavenly Thunder Heli was playing on the stage suddenly snapped.

Chapter 108 The Strings of the Heart

Oh no.

Helica, who was performing on stage, had already sensed the problem.

The feedback coming from the string I was rapidly stroking was definitely wrong.

Although she knew in her heart what had happened and what was about to happen, her hands could not stop playing, and her singing could not stop.

As a guitarist, Tenny Helika has never neglected the maintenance of her guitar, but the constant changes in usage during the final period of intensive practice, coupled with the cold winter and the damp air after the snow, silently eroded the strings.

When tuning, the strings are always tightened very much, and the taut strings after aging simply cannot withstand such high-intensity playing.

At the moment the string snapped, Helica felt as if something deep inside her had broken along with it.

This was a completely unexpected event; no one could have predicted it beforehand.

If it had happened a few minutes earlier, it would have just meant replacing a string, or at most delaying their performance by a few minutes—after all, they had already been delayed for a long time, so there was no rush to go on stage now.

Even if things get a little worse and the guitar string breaks before the song starts, it would only mean the last song can't be played. Helica could take the opportunity to borrow a guitar from the light music department who are waiting backstage to use temporarily, which would also ensure that the song can be performed smoothly.

It's even possible to change the strings on stage...

The string broke halfway through the performance, and it really was a very bad omen.