After dropping out of school, I chose to join a girls' band.

Miao Meng's face was beaming with excitement, while Xiangzi's expression was somewhat stiff, clearly not very interested in the upcoming event.

The atmosphere in the board game room was already lively. Several dim lights hung on the walls, adding a mysterious ambiance to the entire room.

Thick tatami mats were laid out on the floor, and various board games were placed around them. People sat in twos and threes, discussing something.

In the corner of the room, there was a large table with snacks and drinks on it, clearly a late-night snack prepared for everyone.

Members of Mygo and Ave Mujica had gathered here, and even Ms. Murakami and Ms. Sakura were sitting on the tatami mats.

Ms. Murakami, dressed in a loose yukata, was gently sipping a cup of hot tea with a warm smile on her face.

Ms. Sakura sat next to her, holding a can of beer, her expression showing a hint of interest.

"Do I really have to participate..." Xiangzi muttered to himself, his eyes scanning the room as if he was still looking for a last chance to escape.

She glanced at Nagasaki Motoyo and Takamatsu Akari sitting opposite her, an unnatural expression flashing across her face.

“Of course, Xiao Xiang!” Miao Meng responded immediately. She took Xiangzi’s hand and almost pushed her to the tatami mat. She found an empty seat, patted the spot next to her, and gestured for Xiangzi to sit down next to her.

However, Toyokawa Shoko stood still, hesitated for a moment, her gaze shifting back and forth between the empty space next to Meowmeng and the other corners of the room, but in the end she did not choose to comply with Meowmeng's wishes.

She gently released Miaomeng's hand, pursed her lips slightly, gave a polite smile, and walked straight to the other side, sitting down next to Sanjiao Chuhua.

Chu Hua was quietly watching the others, but when she saw Xiangzi walking towards her, a look of surprise appeared on her face.

Her eyes brightened slightly, and a smile unconsciously crept onto her lips.

After Xiangzi sat down next to her, Chuhua turned her head and smiled gently at Xiangzi.

Xiangzi remained as calm as ever, simply nodding slightly in response to Chuhua's smile.

Seeing this, Miaomeng couldn't help but purse her lips and shrug with some regret.

"So... what are we supposed to do here today?" Hinasaki sat on the tatami mat, holding a cup of warm milk in her hands, her brows furrowed slightly, her tone filled with curiosity and confusion.

She took a small sip of milk, the warm, milky aroma spreading in her mouth, which made her feel a little more comfortable.

Upon hearing Yue's question, she immediately straightened her back and announced with a beaming smile, "Of course it's... the essential ghost story segment for summer training camps!!"

“Uh…” Hinasaki frowned slightly, clearly surprised and embarrassed by the suggestion.

The other members of Mygo have all turned their attention to the pink-haired Chihaya Aine in the group.

Their eyes held an indescribable complex emotion.

Ai Yin instantly felt the pressure of being stared at by everyone. She was slightly taken aback, looked up and glanced around, and found that everyone was staring at her, which made her feel a little confused.

Faced with her question, the Mygo members simply exchanged a silent glance before turning their heads back as if nothing had happened. (〤〇七」)尔II〔I铃咝镹崎删咝

"It's nothing..." they answered almost in unison.

Seeing their reaction, Ai Yin was even more confused, and couldn't help but mutter to herself, "What on earth are these guys thinking?"

“Not interested,” Toyokawa Shoko said in a flat tone, then immediately stood up, clearly showing no interest in the upcoming ghost story segment.

Suddenly, Sangoku Hatsuka reached out and gently tugged at her sleeve.

Xiangzi stopped abruptly, turned around, and met Chuhua's longing eyes.

"Xiangzi, why don't you give it a try?" Chu Hua leaned forward slightly, her eyes sparkling with expectation and sincerity. "It can also be used as our team building activity."

Her gaze lingered on Chu Hua's face for a moment, then she sighed softly. In the end, Xiangzi chose to comply and sat back down in his original seat. "...Alright."

"So... how do we play? Do we each tell a ghost story?" Shiina Tatsuki frowned slightly, her tone tinged with doubt.

Yutenji Nyanmu raised her head smugly, a mysterious smile playing on her lips. "Hmph~ Of course it's not that simple."

"Everyone, be blindfolded and choose one item from your belongings or luggage. Then, tell a ghost story related to that item," Miao Meng explained, her voice carrying a hint of provocation.

However, Miaomeng didn't stop. She continued, her mischievous grin widening, "Of course, there will be a punishment if you can't answer."

As she spoke, she mysteriously pulled out a bunch of cards from behind her back and waved them gently. "Truth or Dare."

Upon hearing the words "Truth or Dare," everyone's expressions instantly became complicated.

The one that elicited the most obvious reaction was Toyokawa Shoko.

She was already wary of this part, but when she saw the mischievous smile on Miaomeng's face, she immediately realized that Miaomeng's initial goal was this "punishment part".

"Tsk..." Xiangzi clicked her tongue softly, secretly thinking that perhaps she would consider giving Miaomeng some "strength" as a reward if the opportunity arose later.

However, Yutenji Nyanmu, who was in the middle of her excitement, was unaware of the unfriendly look coming from Shoko.

At this moment, she was excitedly preparing for the game that was about to begin, and she took out a small lottery box from her bag.

"Alright, alright, everyone come over and draw lots to decide who will start telling ghost stories first," Miao Meng said excitedly.

Everyone stepped forward one by one and took out a small piece of paper from the box in Miaomeng's hand.

When it was Hinasaki's turn, she frowned slightly, reached into the box with a hint of unease, and gently pulled out a slip of paper.

She slowly unfolded the note, looked at the numbers written on it, and her heart suddenly sank.

"Ah... the first one?" Yue's voice revealed a hint of helplessness and nervousness that she could not hide.

She looked up and found that everyone's eyes were focused on her, their eyes filled with expectation and a little pity.

Yue sighed helplessly, gave a slightly forced smile, and said in a low voice, "Alright, it seems I have to go first."

Climax Stage: Chapter 49 Projector

Miaomeng carefully put away the lottery box, smiled slightly, looked at Yue, and gently said, "Then, little Yueyue, you may begin!"

"Your quirks about naming things are truly passed down from generation to generation..." Yue sighed helplessly, and upon hearing this affectionate address, she couldn't help but furrow her brow slightly.

She slowly picked up her backpack.

In fact, Yue herself didn't quite remember what was in her bag.

When she was tidying up before, Lixi and Aiyin often asked her to help pack some odds and ends, so she doesn't have a clear memory of the items in her bag now.

She glanced down at her bag, secretly hoping that nothing too strange would come out.

"Here, put this blindfold on." Miaomeng handed over a pure black blindfold.

Yue looked at the eye mask, took it, and put it on her eyes.

The pure black fabric clung tightly to her face, instantly obscuring her vision, and everything around her turned pitch black.

She tried to open her eyes wide, but couldn't see anything at all, completely eliminating the possibility of cheating.

"Alright, Yueyue, let's start touching things now!" Miaomeng took Yue's hand and gently led her hand closer to the backpack, letting Yue's fingertips touch the surface of the bag.

Yue's hand slowly slid over the zipper of the bag, gently pulled it open, and her fingers moved slowly inside, touching the items inside.

Her sense of touch gradually amplified in the darkness, and every item in the bag became exceptionally clear.

Her fingers first touched a small notebook, which felt somewhat hard and had worn edges, clearly an item that was frequently used.

A slight thought crossed her mind, but she ultimately moved her hand away and continued searching through the bag.

Suddenly her hand touched a slightly heavy object, smooth in surface and with sharp edges, like a box.

Yue's fingers gently traced the surface of the box. After hesitating for a moment, she decided to take the box out.

"This one will do." Yue took off her blindfold and looked down at the box in her hand.

The box looks a bit old and has a vintage feel to it, as if it has been with its owner for a long time.

She gently opened the box and found an old-fashioned camera inside, with a pile of film next to it.

The camera's metal body has some scratches, clearly indicating that it has weathered many years.

The film reels were neatly arranged on one side of the box, each roll looking ancient and mysterious.

"This is... Mom's projector?" Yue murmured softly, her voice filled with a hint of nostalgia and complex emotions.

Her fingers gently traced the metal surface of the old camera, stirring up distant memories and instantly reminding her of the stories her mother had told her about projectors when she was a child.

As a child, Yue was always both curious and afraid of these stories. Her mother would always tell her wonderful and mysterious stories before she went to bed, many of which were related to this projector.

The ghosts, mysterious images, and incredible events in the stories once terrified Yuexin. When she lay in bed at night, she was always worried that ghosts would crawl out from the shadows on the wall and take her away.

Seeing this camera again now, the fear I once felt seems to have faded, replaced by a warm sense of nostalgia.

“This… looks quite old, at least a product from over ten years ago.” Ms. Murakami, a seasoned photographer, stood to the side, her eyes gleaming with keen interest.

She couldn't help but step forward and examine the projector in Yue's hand closely, as if this old object had sparked her deep-seated professional curiosity.

Ms. Murakami's fingers gently traced the surface of the camera, feeling the marks left by those years.

Her tone carried a hint of sigh and nostalgia, "Although some people still like to use film cameras now, smart cameras are so convenient in every way that it's hard to find a film camera, let alone one that's a product from more than ten years ago."

She asked tentatively, "Ms. Yue, do you plan to sell this camera? I'll consider offering a good price."

Her eyes held a hint of sincerity, clearly indicating that she was very interested in the collectible value of the old camera.

Yue simply shook her head gently, her smile remaining both tender and firm. She explained, "This belongs to my mother, so I'm sorry."

Seeing how much Tsuki cherished the camera, Ms. Murakami didn't press the matter further. She nodded slightly and said with a smile, "It's alright, I understand."

“Alright, Yueyue, let’s tell a story using this camera. Do you need some time to think about it?” Miaomeng said.

Yue gently shook her head. "This camera has too many stories to tell."

Meow Dream nodded, about to let Yue begin, and Yue was also about to speak. However, just as she was about to open her mouth, Chihaya Aine suddenly stood up, interrupting Yue. "Um, wait a minute!"

Aiyin quickly ran to the door and turned off the room lights.

As the room lights went out, the entire space was plunged into deep darkness. Moonlight from outside shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

These shadows seemed to be swallowed by darkness, their shapes vaguely distorted, and they appeared to be trembling slightly, giving people a sense of unease.

Just then, Ai-yin reached into a drawer and took out a small electronic candle, gently placing it in the center of the table.

The electronic candle emits a faint orange-yellow light, which is soft but unstable and flickers frequently. It's unclear whether this is a malfunction or intentionally designed this way by the manufacturer.

The faces of the people were illuminated and dimmed by the candlelight, their eyes revealing a mixture of tension and anticipation. Each time the candlelight flickered out slightly, the darkness in the room seemed to deepen, as if something unknown was lurking in the corners, watching everything unfold.

A sense of oppression seemed to permeate the air, causing everyone in the room to involuntarily hold their breath.

“I just saw this in the drawer. You need this kind of atmosphere to tell a story,” Aine said, sitting back down.

Xiangzi, who had never been interested in ghost stories, felt the oppressive atmosphere and subconsciously moved closer to Chuhua beside him.

Lena gently tugged at Lixi's sleeve, as if the thin fabric could bring her a sense of security.