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"Mr. Toyokawa Shoko, do you have any idea about the underworld drum sheet for the new song?"

"Ahem." Xiangzi pushed Miao Meng away and adjusted his collar. "Ruomai, Chuhua also helped with the music score this time."

After saying that, Xiangzi turned his head and looked at Chuhua, but Chuhua had been keeping his head down and didn't see him.

"Really?" Miao Meng laughed out loud.

Mu, who was standing nearby, gently poked Hailing's arm: "Ruomai...seems to be crazy..."

Hailing shook her head and comforted Mu: "It's okay, it will be fine in a while."

As expected, after laughing for a few seconds, Miao Meng retracted his crazy look and asked, "What about last time and the time before that?"

Hearing this, Xiangzi blushed slightly and turned away: "Ruomai, in order to ensure that the music is gorgeous enough, someone must make certain sacrifices."

Miao Meng took a few long breaths, walked to the drum set, picked up a drumstick, and pointed it at Xiangzi: "It's time to overthrow your tyranny."

"Okay, Ruomai, stop making trouble." Hailing sighed and reached out to pull Miaomeng aside. "Instead of complaining, let's rehearse first."

"Haizi!" Ruomai smacked his lips, sat in front of the drum set with an angry look on his face, picked up another drumstick, and started beating with both hands as if to vent his anger.

Even if I'm prepared to practice the difficult pieces, isn't this a bit too much? Are you trying to get me killed in the dojo?

"Ruomai..."

Xiangzi's voice reached Miao Meng's ears, and she stopped her frantic tapping: "What?"

"Give you a raise."

"..."

Hearing this, the displeasure on Ruomai's face gradually faded into a calm expression, and then turned into a smile: "Actually, I think this 'Symbol I:' is really well-written. The rhythm is very strong. If it is performed at the Budokan, it will definitely gain a large group of core fans."

After saying that, Miao Meng glanced at everyone and said, "Everyone, stop standing there and start practicing."

Chuhua raised his head and looked at Xiangzi with surprise in his eyes.

Hailing rolled her eyes at Miao Meng, sighed softly, walked to the rehearsal area, and picked up her bass. Oh my god, this is so realistic.

After everyone was standing, Miao Meng looked at the drum score in front of her, and the joking look in her eyes gradually disappeared.

Apart from anything else, most people probably can't play drum music of this level. Just relying on the strength of the drum music, it will definitely gain a large number of core fans.

Indeed, with only one chance, Xiangzi had no choice but to create a drum score of this level. There were still more than five days left to practice this song thoroughly...

Thinking of this, Miao Meng clenched the drumstick in his hand, not only for Mujica and his own future, but also because if he failed, his son's treatment would definitely be affected.

Taking a long breath, Miao Meng felt that his hands were full of strength, and began to play Symbol I:.

Five minutes later, Miao Meng lay on the drum and began to recall the afternoon when she had agreed to let Xiangzi enter Mujica...

Chapter 319 Pain and Happiness

"Ruomai, are you okay?"

Mu, who was standing in front of Miao Meng, turned around and looked at her worriedly. Although Miao Meng would lie on the drum set after the performance before, this was the first time that she lay down after just one song.

"It's okay, it's okay." Miao Meng sat up from the drum set and shook her arms, which were a little sore and swollen. "This is my first time playing such an intense drum score. I'm not used to it yet. It will be fine in a day or two."

"Well, Ruomai... I'm sorry, I originally wanted to play this song on you, but... a few days ago, when we were discussing what song to write for when we went to the Budokan... I found this song with a good rhythm, so I took it."

After listening to Xiangzi's explanation, Miao Meng breathed a sigh of relief, easing her inner anger, but then shook her head helplessly: "It doesn't matter, I'll just treat it as practicing my skills."

At this point, Miao Meng glanced at Xiangzi and said, "Instead of apologizing, you might as well start practicing."

"Is that so?" Xiangzi nodded, the corners of his originally calm mouth gradually rising, "I really wasn't wrong about you back then."

"Tsk, if the salary is too low, I will quit."

"I try my best."

After Xiangzi finished speaking, he put his hands back on the keyboard. Seeing this, Miao Meng didn't say much. She just glanced at the other three people. Seeing that they were ready and focused their eyes on her, she raised her hands and struck the drumsticks together, making a crisp sound.

After rehearsing a few more times, the agent gently knocked on the door of the rehearsal room, pushed it open and walked in.

When Chu Hua saw the agent, his heart tightened: "Ms. Agent, what happened again?"

"How's your new song coming along?"

Seeing the five of them rehearsing, the manager felt relieved. At least they had started rehearsing. They'd already been rehearsing for 9 and 2, but they didn't know if the new song would be able to dominate the charts.

Hailing praised without hesitation: "I feel good."

"Hailing feels good?" The agent's eyes lit up. She knew Hailing's level. Although she didn't have a professional title, she had professional strength. Since the song was recognized by Hailing, at least the foundation was supported.

The agent smiled slightly: "Then, can you give me the sheet music so I can take a look?"

"Here, Ms. Agent." Chu Hua walked to the table and handed her the lyrics on the table.

The agent took the sheet music and frowned more and more as she continued to read it. "This drum part...can Ruomai practice it in the next few days?"

The agent believed in Miao Meng's ability very much. She had also seen Miao Meng playing drums, so she did not question whether Miao Meng could play the drums well. Instead, she directly asked if she could practice it in the next few days. After all, for her, the drum beats of this song were indeed a bit too dense.

Although the agent was a little skeptical, he was secretly delighted: If Ruomai could really play a drum song of this level at the Budokan, it would definitely convert a large number of ordinary fans into core fans. Drum beats of this level of difficulty are not something that ordinary people can produce.

"There's no problem keeping up with the rhythm at the moment, but we need to control our strength for some drum beats." Miao Meng answered. This was the result of their rehearsal for more than two hours.

From the beginning, Erqi Qiong 18VI was exhausted after a battle, and now he can barely keep up with the rhythm, but after keeping up with the rhythm, the problem of inaccurate drum beats and tone will appear.

Now it is a bit difficult for Miao Meng to take into account both speed and accuracy.

"Is that so..." The agent lowered his head in thought. If it was just about speed, then other drummers could do it, but being able to do it both quickly and accurately would be the key to attracting people.

"Ms. Agent, don't worry." Xiangzi said, "After all, Ruomai has only practiced for a little over two hours. To be able to perform at this level is already a genius. There are still five days before the live performance at the Budokan, so there is plenty of time."

After hearing what Xiangzi said, the agent also reacted: "Indeed, after all, the song has just been made and needs to be familiarized. It's getting late now. You should go home and have a good rest so that you can be more energetic for tomorrow's work."

"Ah."

……

"Hmm... I haven't been this tired in a long time." Miao Meng rubbed her wrists while climbing the stairs.

"Ah, Ruomai, you came back so late today."

A voice suddenly interrupted Miao Meng's movement to take out her keys. She looked to the left, her eyes widening, and ran over quickly: "Senior Layer, are you going to work?"

"Yeah." Layer nodded and smiled slightly, "I was just about to go out. Where's Meow Meng?"

"I just got back from rehearsal. The drumming this time was so difficult." Miao Meng pouted, her voice a little coquettish. "I have to go to the martial arts hall again in less than a week, and this time the management has set strict requirements."

"Oh, it must be tiring to be in Mujica?" Layer asked with concern.

Miao Meng shook her head: "It's okay, everyone gets along very well, it's just that playing the drums is a bit tiring."

At this point, Miao Meng sighed: "236bpm..."

"Is that so? Ruomai really works hard." Layer patted Miaomeng's shoulder gently. "Well... after your successful performance at the martial arts hall, how about I buy you a new pair of drumsticks?"

"Eh? No... no thanks." Miao Meng waved her hand. "Such an expensive item can be purchased by myself with my current salary."

"It's settled then. I'll get you a new pair of drumsticks after your performance." Layer said, then walked towards the stairs.

Looking at Layer's receding figure, Miao Meng let out a long sigh, patted her cheeks lightly, took out the key, opened her door and walked in.

Sitting in front of the drum set, she picked up the drumsticks on the table. She had been using this pair of drumsticks for some time, and there were obvious cracks on them.

Layer just told her that the martial arts hall had successfully replaced a pair of drumsticks for her. Although she refused verbally, she was still a little excited in her heart.

At present, although Miao Meng's salary is not bad, he has to set aside a large part of it to subsidize the family and a part to help Aiyin. By the time it is his turn, his salary has bottomed out.

The electronic drums she used for daily practice were also outdated. She would wait until each pair of drumsticks broke before replacing them with new ones in order to save more money. After all, she was a professional drummer now, and a pair of drumsticks cost at least 10,000 yen.

Well, it’s free, I’d rather take it than give it away…Senior Layer is really gentle.

After stretching his still sore arms, Miao Meng put his phone aside, put on his headphones, and continued practicing Symbol I:.

As for her personal videos, they used to be updated every two or three days, but now it is considered good if they are updated once a month.

After all, when it comes to making money faster, playing drums professionally in Mujica is faster.

Chapter 320 Welcome to the World of AveMujica

Time passed quickly, and soon it was the day for Mujica's performance at the Budokan.

Of course, the agency had already carried out extensive publicity before this. A large part of the publicity expenses was paid by the company, and the other small part was made up by the four members of Mujica themselves.

As for why there were four people, it was because Xiangzi and the others knew about Miao Meng's situation, so they did not tell her about it, so the four of them directly shared Miao Meng's part.

After all... they knew in their hearts how much effort Miao Meng had put in for the perfect performance of this song - every day of rehearsal, Miao Meng became more skilled and more adept than the day before.

Coupled with Mujica's star aura, this live show was still packed.

In the lounge, the agent looked at everyone. Although she had experienced this kind of scene many times, she had not felt so nervous for a long time. Taking a deep breath, she knew that her mentality must not affect the five people in front of her.

After two light coughs, the agent smiled and said, "Everyone, you've put in a lot of effort. This time, only victory awaits you. Come on, don't be nervous, just perform normally."

"Right." Xiangzi nodded, his eyes fixed on Miao Meng, "Ruomai, you have a good grasp of the rhythm now, just play according to yesterday."

"Yeah." Miao Meng nodded. Yesterday was the only day she found the feeling, and it was also the day she played the best.

After looking around and making sure everyone was ready, Xiangzi said, "Everyone, let's go."

……

As the curtain slowly opened, Xiangzi and the other four stood on the stage, quietly looking at the audience below.

When they saw Xiangzi and his four companions, the audience burst into screams again.

The atmosphere on the scene made Xiangzi smile slightly. It was very good and very energetic. Later, he would use this music to ignite them.

"Welcome everyone to AveMujica's Budokan Live." Xiangzi lifted the hem of her skirt and bowed to the audience. "I'm sure you all know that today, we at AveMujica have prepared a new song for you."

As the screams rose again, Xiangzi stood up straight: "Everyone, this song will make you completely immersed in the world of Ave Mujica."

After Xiangzi finished speaking, Chuhua raised the corners of his mouth, and each word he uttered was pronounced with just the right tone: "Always...always..."

Chu Hua's suddenly elongated ending tone dissipated in Hai Ling's words: "Tonight, everyone will be satisfied."

Listening to the speeches of Xiangzi and the other two, Miao Meng clenched his fists. These words were like a pre-war declaration. It could be said that it was not only for the Tokyo Dome later, but also for Mujica's reputation.

If they win, they will gain higher reputation and traffic; if they lose, Mujica’s future will be bumpy, and they may even disband.

There is no turning back when the bow is drawn.

After Hailing finished speaking, Xiangzi turned around and said, "Welcome everyone to the world of AveMujica."

After that, everyone went to their seats. Miao Meng picked up the drumsticks on the drum set and glanced at everyone else. After getting responses from everyone, Miao Meng turned his hands and began the performance.

Violent drumbeats poured down, and the drumstick in Miao Meng's hand left an afterimage as it hit the drum.

Although the beating speed was extremely fast, the drumsticks were extremely precise. The sound did not fluctuate, and each landing point was stuck in the rhythm. The drums roared in unison under the fierce beating.

As soon as the music started, no sound could be heard in the audience. The audience opened their eyes wide and looked at Miao Meng who was sitting in front of the drums.

Although they all knew that everyone in Mujica was extremely powerful, this level of performance still shocked them greatly. Everyone's spine was stretched straight by Miao Meng's almost mechanical and precise rhythm.

At this moment, ordinary fans in the audience who bought tickets with the mentality of watching a show couldn't help but swallow their saliva after seeing this scene.

Amoris's hammering is still accelerating! ?

Miao Meng's body was tense and sweat dripped down her chin, but her eyes were unusually calm.

Now she has no other thoughts in her mind except to finish playing the drums well.

In the audience, the people sitting in the back row stood up involuntarily as if urged by something.

Hailing glanced at Miao Meng, who had been keeping her head down and hadn't noticed her. Of course, there was another reason: Miao Meng didn't have the extra energy to pay attention to her.

This guy, this opening paragraph is even better than yesterday's.

Hailing smiled slightly, no longer paying attention to Miao Meng, and began to focus all her attention on her bass.

As time went on, not only Miao Meng, but Mu's face also began to turn red, and tiny beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Although the strength of her guitar part was not as high as Miao Meng's, it should not be underestimated.

Before, when Mu practiced alone at home, it was summer and the air conditioner was on at home. But after practicing a song, she was sweating all over. She had no choice but to lower the temperature of the air conditioner in her room. But when it reached the lowest temperature of 16 degrees, she was still sweating after playing a song.

Chu Hua's charming voice, coupled with the madness of the instruments, allowed the audience to witness the world of Mujica that belonged only to tonight.

……

NCNP, in the ward.

Su Shi and Deng were sitting on the bed next to Aine and talking to her, while Li Xi was sitting on a chair beside her, flipping through her phone, not knowing what she was looking at.

After a long time, Li Xi suddenly stood up. Because of the large movement, she accidentally kicked the chair she was sitting on. The chair legs scraped against the ground, making a sharp sound.

This harsh sound attracted the attention of the other three people. Li Xi looked guilty and said, "Sorry."