Anime, but you can win a prize by confessing your love

"It's okay, don't be afraid, it's just ordinary paper."

Ye Mu said this, but his eyes couldn't stop staring at the dangling hair on Hong Xia's head.

It’s really weird. He’s clearly suspended in mid-air, so why is he still shaking along with Hongxia?

"Ahem, really? That's good."

Hongxia felt the body temperature coming from behind her, and knowing she had lost her composure, she cleared her throat awkwardly and sat back.

"Just, why are there so many band photos in Pochi-chan's room?"

"Are you looking for a group photo? We have larger sizes here~"

Following the sound, I saw a pretty little girl standing at the door with a photo in her hand.

While everyone was looking at her, the pink-haired little girl was also looking at them with her big, round eyes.

Suddenly, her eyes fixed on Ye Mu.

"Ah, it's the handsome older brother, my sister's boyfriend!"

Goto Jiri cheered, rushed into the room, and lay on Ye Mu's legs very familiarly.

Her eyes curved into crescents and she spread the photo on the table with a smile.

"Hello everyone, my name is Goto Jiri, I'm 5 years old, and I'm Goto Ichiri's younger sister."

"Welcome everyone from Sister Band to visit my home, thank you for taking care of her~"

The larger photo still has a few people printed on it. There is nothing much to see. The key lies in the second sentence.

"Ye-kun, are you and Goto-san in a relationship?"

Kita thought for a moment before speaking, with obvious tentativeness in his words.

"of course not!"

A shy and coquettish voice came from the door. It was little Pochi who was holding a tray, his body heaving up and down with shame and anger.

"Don't bother us, kid. Go out and play with your friends."

As a result, the cups on the tray in his hand also shook slightly, making people worry that they would fall.

But little Pochi still managed to put the tray on the table before tragedy happened.

Goto Jiri curled his lips: "But I still want to play with big brother?"

"Today we are designing band costumes, this is no joke!"

"And..." Little Pochi seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly leaned down and whispered in his sister's ear.

"In the second compartment of the freezer, behind the frozen fried chicken is the ice cream that Dad has hidden. Go and have some."

"Okay!"

Goto Jiri smiled and waved politely to everyone before running out briskly.

Little Pochi closed the sliding door and breathed a sigh of relief. Today, she was working hard to avoid being overshadowed by her younger sister.

"It feels like Pochi and her sister are two extremes."

When Yamada Ryo's voice came, Xiao Boqi's face froze and he quickly interrupted him.

"Everyone, start designing your band costumes. I'll pour you some barley tea."

"Oh~"

Yamada Ryo agreed and stopped talking, as if what he just said was just a soliloquy.

However, Ye Mu clearly caught her fleeting smile.

This jerk actually found Pochi's rapidly changing expressions funny and teased him on purpose.

Ye Mu was lost in thought when a gust of fragrant wind blew beside him, waking him up.

When he turned around, he saw little Pochi sitting next to him. This time, she was wearing star-shaped sunglasses and a fake beard, hiding her expression behind them.

"I'll just sit here, Senior."

As if she was explaining to Ye Mu, or trying to excuse herself, Xiao Boqi pretended to be calm. However, her red earlobes had already quietly exposed the girl's true thoughts.

Chapter 61: Convenient Design

After arguing for a long time, the group finally picked up their paintbrushes and rulers and began to draw the band uniforms they had in mind.

However, because the table was too small, it was a bit crowded for three people to paint at the same time, so Yamada Ryo and Ye Mu naturally seized the opportunity to ask for leave from Hong Xia.

"Well, let's start painting, and you two can watch and make some suggestions."

Looking at the two people who spoke with the same tone and righteous words, with the words "tragic and heroic" written on their faces, Hong Xia hesitated for a moment and agreed to their request not to participate in the design for the time being.

So, the two people who got permission started fishing with good reason.

Xieliang was like working under the stars, and he had maxed out his skill of being able to fall asleep anytime and anywhere.

She sat there cross-legged with her head bowed, and soon bubbles of sleep came out of her nostrils.

Ye Mu browsed his phone for a while and quickly wrote down the online game strategy that Gabriel had been thinking about, preparing to use it when he played the dungeon for her.

The girls were so absorbed in doodling that for a moment, the only sound in the room was the scraping of pens across paper.

With his extraordinary memory, Ye Mu quickly memorized the entire process of the copy that Gabriel couldn't beat. He was very proud and sent a message to Gabriel to show off.

"Xiao Jia, the dungeon you mentioned isn't difficult. I'll play it for you when I have time."

The message was recognized as read the next second after it was sent. Gabriel replied quickly, and was so anxious that she typed the wrong katakana.

"Come to my house tonight and fight for me. This angel will treat you warmly."

I don't believe it. I'm afraid he's going to help you clean up the garbage in the house.

There were cockroaches running around in the garbage bags, flies and mosquitoes dancing around, and the floor was a floor where there was nowhere to stand.

Ye Mu recalled the scene he saw when he went to Gabriel's house last time, and he felt a chill. That was the first time he knew that a beautiful girl's room might not be fragrant, but might be filled with the smell of rotten garbage.

Thinking of this, Ye Mu kept moving his hands.

"I won't go until you clean the room until there's no trash left except in the trash can."

"Besides, you can use [Godly Steps] to teleport here directly."

Gabriel was stunned for a moment, then responded angrily.

"The last time I used [Godly Steps], only my panties got through, and it caused me to lose my first kiss. How can I use it again?"

This sentence was countered by the Q version of angry expression she sent.

Ye Mu's breathing stagnated. That kiss...

The touch of soft lips, the taste of sour grape juice, the hot air blowing against the wings of my nose, every detail of kissing Gabriel was so clear.

Feeling a little hot all over, Ye Mu pursed his lips and looked at the phone screen again.

There was one more piece of news.

"Satanya and Vinate came to my house today to help with homework. Vinate has already helped me clean up my room."

A "Ya" emoticon was also attached.

Through this expression, Ye Mu seemed to see Gabriel lying on the bed surrounded by garbage on the other side of the screen with a filthy smile on her face.

Without answering, Ye Mu just replied "Wait for me tonight" and turned off the phone.

I let out a breath, feeling a vague sense of the impending transformation.

Looking at the little Pochi beside her, she was bending over, her long pink hair scattered on her back, her bangs hanging naturally, revealing her beautiful blue eyes.

Concentrating on the painting that was almost completed in her hands, she did not notice Ye Mu's gaze, and it was a rare opportunity for Ye Mu to appreciate little Pochi when she was not shy.

A quiet and lovely girl.

Ye Mu suddenly felt guilty. His weekend schedule was full. He went to Gabriel's house in the evening to play games together, and some romantic things were inevitable. However, he went out on a date with another beautiful girl the next day.

This is what a so-called time management master is like.

As if sensing the gazes shifting back and forth, little Pochi raised his head and looked in the direction of the gazes. When he saw that it was Ye Mu, he showed a shy expression.

Without saying a word, Little Boqi lowered his head silently, indicating Ye Mu to appreciate his work. When he looked at Ye Mu again, there was a little bit of bold inquiry and the desire to be praised in his eyes.

Feeling guilty, Ye Mu subconsciously wanted to say words of praise, but his eyes accidentally fell on the work and the words on his lips suddenly stopped.

It seems that Xiao Boqi really likes heavy metal rock.

A decorative chain was exaggeratedly wrapped around the front of the bright red shirt, with five or six inexplicable zippers dotted around the shirt.

There are also comments written by Xiao Boqi himself in the blank area, such as "chain", "broken" and so on.

Judging from the level of detail in the painting, she had already started the creation process and was only now depicting the English words written in cursive in the center of the shirt.

"How about it?"

Little Boqi's big blinking eyes were full of expectation, waiting for Ye Mu's evaluation.

What to say?

Just when Ye Mu was in a dilemma, Xiduo looked up and raised the paper in his hand.

"I've finished my painting, come and see how it works!"

Her voice was full of energy and confidence. Hongxia stopped writing and Yamada Ryoya recovered from his half-sleep.

"Let's look at Kita's first."

Ye Muru was granted amnesty and said to Xiao Boqi.

Everyone's attention was focused on the held-up paper.

The background is orange-red, with smiley faces and stars drawn crookedly on it, and the theme in the middle is filled with words that are characteristic of Kita:

"End the band!", "Let's fight for it together! Flower of victory!", "Winner".

Seeing that everyone looked stunned, Kita thought his work was too perfect and explained excitedly.

“The concept is friendship, hard work and victory. When we put on this shirt together, we feel like we are all working together.”

Hong Xia waited for her to finish and then couldn't wait to start complaining: "This is clearly the kind of thing you wear at a sports meeting!"

"Don't you think it's cute?"

Kita turned to look at his senior, but Yamada Ryoya hit him hard: "I don't like it. It's not cool at all."

"So earthy..."

Ye Mu echoed.

puff.

It was the sound of Kita vomiting blood. She looked at Little Pochi tremblingly, trying to get the final comfort from here.

Unexpectedly, when the keyword "sports meeting" was triggered, she was trembling all over and fell into psychological shadow.

"Oh, it looks like Little Pochi's has been created, too. Can we take a look at that?"

Hong Xia's mother wiped the sweat off her face and tried to change the subject with a wry smile.

When little Pochi heard his own name, he finally struggled out of his own world.

She stood up with great momentum and spread the painting flat on her chest: "How is it?"

“Some of the fashion is over the top.”

After another awkward silence, Hong Xia said hesitantly.

"If you perform in this dress, the audience will probably focus on the dress."

Kita also gave his own evaluation.

"Well……"

Hearing this, Little Pochi began to shake uncomfortably.

We can’t let little Bochi suffer too much.

After thinking for a while, Ye Mu finally figured out how to comfort her.

“What a convenient design!”