People are in animation, but they can connect to reality

Memories of the past flash through my mind like oil paintings. The river we've always walked along, the summer cicadas we've caught together, and the endless clouds we've chased. Catching butterflies with a net beside the abandoned railway tracks, facing the person I love under the setting sun, and the words I can't say.

Finally, at the moment the train started, I watched my friend board the train and leave. For a moment, I ran madly after the train, and through the window, I saw the face of the person I loved. At that moment, tears flowed like rain.

Chapter 301 It’s Them

When the song ended, the audience applauded silently.

Before leaving, Asagi copied the surveillance video he needed from the live room manager. The video totaled about 6 hours.

When he got home at night, he showed this video to Qiyu.

"Then I'll leave it to you." Asagi sent a message to Nanaha.

In addition, the videos Li Xi had given him were open for 15 hours, and he didn't have that much energy to deal with these things. Even if he could patiently spend 5 hours and watch the videos at 3 times the speed, he still wouldn't find what he wanted and would only feel dizzy.

And Qiyu can do it easily by just asking someone for help.

"Well, leave it to me. I'll bring you the answer you want tomorrow at school." Nanaha's answer reassured Asagi. Nanaha added a small expression at the end of her words. It looked like a smile, but it also had a sinister feel to it.

Chihaya Aine sat in a chair in her little room, her phone on the table in front of her, the CRYCHIC homepage on it. She was very satisfied with today's performance, especially her final solo, which was like a savior, saving CRYCHIC. It might be a bit exaggerated, but that's how Chihaya Aine sees it.

After the live ended, Aine was in high spirits the entire way. She felt incredibly light, as if she was floating as she walked. Unfortunately, she didn't receive any praise from her companions. Rikki was fine, as she was thankful that they didn't complain about her. However, Xiao Deng didn't even praise her, which made Aine a little upset.

After returning home, Aine eagerly opened the homepage of CRYCHIC, hoping to see messages about herself on the homepage, such as "Tonight, the pink girl is very cute." "The pink lead singer is very talented." and so on.

Later, Aiyin was a little disappointed. There was nothing about her in the message. After looking at it for a while, Aiyin was about to close the homepage when a new message appeared in her sight.

Today's lead singer is completely unsuitable for this kind of stage. She can't control the scene, nor can she satisfy the audience. This kind of lead singer is simply not fit to be there.

"What a bad guy, here he comes again!" Aiyin threw the phone aside angrily, with the corners of her mouth pouting high.

"This bad guy doesn't understand at all, yet he still says such hurtful words."

Aine complained, glaring fiercely at the message on her phone. She stared at it, unable to refute it. Tonight's performance, while not terrible, wasn't a huge success either. Aine watched the audience's reaction, and it felt really bad.

Aiyin lay powerlessly on the table, staring blankly at the blurred image on her phone and sighing.

"Did I mess up tonight?" Gao Songdeng hugged his knees, hid in the corner of the bed, and buried his head deeply in his knees.

"It was Asagi who fought so hard to get us this opportunity, but I ruined it." The lights in the room were off, and the whole room became dark and depressing. The only source of light was the mobile phone between Takamatsu's feet.

"This isn't Deng's fault. This has nothing to do with Deng." Shiina Riki anxiously replied to Takamatsu Deng's message. She looked at Deng's self-blaming message on her phone and felt very anxious.

"Those people don't understand Deng's strengths. Deng has a beautiful voice and works hard." Shiina Riki racked her brains for words to praise Takamatsu Deng. She thought about Deng's strengths: hard work? Hard work? Something else? Talent? Deng didn't seem to have it. And as for lyric writing, it seemed that Asagi had also deprived him of that.

The current Deng! Suddenly, Shiina Riki trembled slightly, and his pupils contracted violently, because the few remaining advantages of Deng were being stripped away one by one.

"Why, is this happening?" Shiina Riki slumped to the floor, her face aghast as she read the text on her phone, her mind preoccupied with other matters. Ever since their debut, CRYCHIC seemed to have changed, becoming something completely unfamiliar.

In the past, they could gather together and practice happily, even if their singing was poor and their fans were few. Afterward, everyone was still happy. Those few fans, though insignificant, were earned bit by bit through hard work.

Back then, there was no pressure, just joy. But after deciding to become a professional, these things seemed to disappear. Everyone was driven solely by results and fan base. Everything became intensely purposeful, and when results didn't meet expectations, people would become depressed and self-doubtful.

The more he thought about it, the more disgusting Shiina Riki felt about this change.

"Bang!" She slammed her hand hard on the floor, and waves of pain came from her hand.

"Hey! What are you doing at this time? Go to sleep!" Shiina Riki was stunned, and his brain became clear instantly. This was his sister's voice!

Soon, there was a knock on the door, and the older sister opened it with a stern look on her face. She had already started working, and she showed the fatigue and annoyance of a laborer. Shiina Tatsuki's older sister, Shiina Maki, stood at the door, leaning against the doorframe and staring at Tatsuki on the floor.

Seeing her sister like this, Shiina Maki, who had just been thinking about tutoring her, immediately softened her expression. She walked over to Li Xi and squatted down. Li Xi's hand turned red, as if it had been scraped and there were a few bloodstains.

Shiina Maki placed Riki's hand in her own palm and rubbed it gently, with care in her eyes.

"What happened? Talk to your sister, maybe she can help."

Shiina Riki lowered her head. Her elder sister Shiina Maki took the opportunity to hug her strong-willed sister.

On Monday morning, before class started, Asagi walked into the classroom, backpack in hand. The room was still empty, with only seven or eight students sitting in groups of 7,8, 33,22, or , discussing their weekend trips. The more advanced students were discussing their upcoming final exams.

At the end of each semester, many students began cramming for exams. Fortunately, Asagi wasn't the kind of underachieving student who would fail, so he didn't have to worry about that. He placed his schoolbag on the table, opened his books, and prepared for the first class of the day.

I turned my head and looked to the side. Nanayu hadn't arrived yet. Just when I was wondering when Nanayu would arrive, Nanayu appeared at the door of the classroom. Seeing Asagi, Nanayu waved and walked into the classroom. She sat down very ladylike, then took out her textbook and started flipping through it.

Soon, Nanaha took out two photos from the textbook and handed them to Asagi, who took them with confusion.

"Well, that's them. From the analysis of the video Asagi gave me, they're the only two who appear most frequently at live events. The person you're looking for should be one of them."

There were actually two people. When he flipped through the photos, his brows furrowed. Because the girl in light green was in the photo.

Chapter 302 Found you

Asagi flipped through a photo of another person, someone he knew. The girl with short blond hair was wearing a mask, her hat pulled low, looking furtive. Asagi put the photo in his bag without saying a word.

Nanayu, who was standing next to him, glanced at him curiously. Without asking why, she simply added, "If there's anything else I can help you with, please let me know as soon as possible. This is your request, Asagi. I'll seriously consider it."

Qiyu tilted her head and blinked.

Asagi nodded and remained silent.

After school, Asagi walked into the clubhouse and pulled up a chair at the table. Beside him, Aine was glued to her phone, oblivious to his presence. Takeda-senpai merely glanced up at him before quickly returning her attention to her guitar.

His arrival was like a calm sea, without any waves.

"I think I'm famous." Chihaya Aine pointed at her phone, her slender fingers trembling slightly, and her voice became a tremor. She stood there like a statue, motionless.

After a while, Chihaya Aine turned her head mechanically like a puppet and looked at Asagi.

"I'm angry."

Asagi frowned, thinking about the photo. When he noticed that Aine was acting strangely, it was because Chihaya Aine kept grabbing his shoulders and shaking her.

"If you have a sore throat, take some medicine to reduce heat and dryness. That way, the heat will go away." Asagi answered casually.

"Your attitude is so perfunctory. Please, can you listen to me carefully? I'm really angry. I'm not lying to you." Chihaya Aine explained her current situation in a hurry. She handed her phone to Asagi, who looked down and found that the song on the phone was Chihaya Aine's song, "The World is So Big, But I Still Met You."

Someone recorded the event and uploaded it online. The venue was quiet and there was minimal noise when Aion sang the song. The video has been viewed over 20 times.

It's only been one day, and the number of views has reached over 1, which is amazing. If left alone, the number of views will exceed 20 million sooner or later.

"Congratulations! Maybe a talent scout will come to you soon. They'll find you wearing really weird clothes, do some weird things, chat you up, and leave you their business cards."

"Is that right?"

Chihaya Aine looked at Asagi with a look of doubt mixed with expectation. Her eyes seemed to ask, "Really?"

"You wish," Asagi laughed unhappily. "You're already one of our artists, yet you're still thinking about making a solo debut. Are you crazy? Besides," Asagi pointed at the video, "it's just this one song. Have you ever considered that you were just lucky? It just happened to become a minor hit. Without follow-up investment, people will soon forget about it."

"Also, just because many people like a song doesn't mean they will pay attention to the singer behind it."

Asagi kept pouring cold water on Chihaya Aine. He wasn't wrong. Chihaya Aine had signed a contract with his agency and was now a musician under his management. Signed musicians were subject to many restrictions and had to work within the agency's arrangements to a certain extent. In short, Aine was no longer a free agent and couldn't do whatever she wanted.

Besides, the copyright of this song is not in Aine's hands. She just sang it by chance. People like Aine who can't produce high-quality songs on their own will only become popular for a short time.

"I think Asagi is right, Aine-chan." Takeda-senpai, who had been listening to their discussion, stood up and supported Asagi's opinion. "Don't get carried away by things like this, or you'll regret it. There are some things where making the wrong decision will definitely backfire in the future."

Takeda-senpai spoke seriously, sounding as if it were true. However, at this moment, she and Asagi were on the same side, so Asagi nodded in agreement.

Sounding confused, Chihaya Aine nodded and quieted down. She flipped through her phone again, looking rather nostalgic. Asagi saw Aine's somewhat forlorn expression. The pink-haired girl stared at her phone, as if she had lost her soul.

"Actually, what I just said was just a guess, a deduction, not the final outcome. It's also possible that with your own gifts and talents, Aine will become a very powerful figure in the future, and even kindergarten children will hear your name."

"Really?" Aine perked up instantly, staring at Asagi with her innocent big eyes, the anticipation in those eyes almost overflowing.

At this point, Asagi couldn't bring herself to discourage Aine, so she nodded, indicating that it might be the case. Aine instantly jumped up in the club room, picking up her phone like a child who had been praised.

I don't know where Aine learned ballet, but she stood on tiptoe and performed the same movements as the swans on the stage. However, Aine's movements were poor, and her imitation was neither fish nor fowl, not at all like the real thing.

"Hahahahaha,,,hahahahaha,"

Seeing Aine's awkward dance moves, Takeda-senpai smiled happily.

Aine, tired, returned to her seat. The excitement on her face hadn't faded, and her fingers were still rapidly swiping on her phone. When Asagi wasn't paying attention, Aine suddenly stopped, and the smile on her face disappeared.

Asagi noticed the change in Aine and looked at her.

Aine accidentally saw CRYCHIC's message, and she remembered seeing the message last night and Takamatsu Deng's status today. Takamatsu Deng was always distracted during class, and she looked back at Takamatsu Deng, always finding her lost in thought, as if her soul wasn't there.

"I'm a little worried about Deng." Aine looked at Asagi with a pleading look.

"Well, I already know. I will find a way to deal with it soon."

"you?"

"Huh? Is there a problem?"

"You're just a high school student, is there really a way?"

"Well, you don't have to worry about such things." Asagi waved his hand, interrupting Aine's questioning.

That night, Asagi found the chatroom where they had last communicated. This type of chat wasn't instant, and the profile picture couldn't tell if the other person was online. However, the messages were always visible.

He typed a message into the chat bar.

"Can this kind of thing just stop here? This kind of speech will not only hurt others, but also hurt yourself."

"Can you please stop? Because, I've found you, Yue Zhisen."

Chapter 303 Come and catch me

"Hehe, then come and catch me!"

Asagi frowned. The other party's slightly arrogant response clearly told him that this person was not Mutou. So, Asagi turned his attention to another suspect, Sanjiao Chuhua. However, after searching around, he didn't have Sanjiao Chuhua's contact information.

This chat window that allows me to contact the other party may close at any time.

"Hanasakigawa Girls' Academy!" Asagi sent a message and waited for a reply. She hoped the other party would give up and not continue this matter.

Although it is said that difficulties can make people grow, and Takamatsu Deng will definitely encounter such things in the future, Asagi hopes that Takamatsu Deng will grow a little more before dealing with such things.

"Haha, haha, are you just guessing?" The other party quickly answered him, "You can't catch me, because I don't exist, hahahahahaha... I don't exist, I don't exist. Since I don't exist, how can I catch someone? What do you think, Asagi-kun?"

"Hehe, I know who you are, and I know where you are. But you don't know where I am. The reverse of the Fool is a cliff! Delving too deep will bring misfortune to those you care about."

"In short, don't meddle in my affairs. Just stand aside and watch quietly. That way, the child will be happy. If you insist on interfering, you will lose something important, and it will be too late to cry then."

"Remember my advice and stay away from this matter."

Asagi stared blankly at the other person's answers, his mind blank. The other person seemed to know him well, but he and Sankaku Hatsuka had never met before. In short, Asagi felt that this matter was full of questions and that the information he had was insufficient.

His rash action might have alarmed the snake, but on the other hand, it was precisely because the snake was alarmed that he could easily find where it was, because his current goal was not to catch the snake, but to find its hiding place.

"I'll catch you." Asagi replied calmly.

"I look forward to that day." Looking at the phone, the other party replied.

The conversation ended, leaving yet another mystery. Feeling exhausted, Asagi lay down and watched the other person's response on his phone, trying to figure out the reason for his confidence. He thought for a moment and decided to take the initiative and find an opportunity to contact Sanjiao Chuhua. If they met face to face, she wouldn't be able to hide.

Asagi began searching his phone. He remembered that Ave Mujica's Miao Meng had added him as a contact. Although the two hadn't spoken privately before, now was the perfect time. Scrolling through the contacts, Asagi quickly found Miao Meng's profile picture.

"Hello, Miss Meow Meng, may I bother you for a moment?" Asagi sent a message and waited for Meow Meng's reply.

A rental building in Tokyo. It's not quite right to call it a building, but it's still several stories high. This type of building is a standard 70s style, with each room being a single unit. The interior space is very cramped, making it less suitable for families and more suitable for singles.

This type of house doesn't have an elevator, so you have to walk up and down the stairs. Asagi's rental room is very similar to this one, but it's cheaper, smaller, and simpler. In a small room on the top floor, a girl with short purple hair, Yutenji Wakami, wears headphones and frantically practices her drumming. This type of room has poor soundproofing, so she needs to pair her electronic drums with headphones to further reduce noise.

This made life even more difficult for Yutenji Ruomai, who was already struggling financially. Miao Meng beat the drum vigorously, her entire body moving to the rhythm. Because the drum in front of Yutenji Ruomai was very simple, some of the rhythms needed to be mastered mentally.

Despite these circumstances, Yutenji Wakamushi continued to practice diligently. She came from a rural background in the big city, and her family wasn't well off, nor did they offer her much support. To complete her studies and earn enough to attend university, she had to seize every opportunity to earn money.

Tuition for performing arts schools is very expensive, not just for high school but also for university. For Yutenji Wakami, this was a astronomical expense. His fingers tapped rapidly, his mind too busy to think, his body memorizing the melody, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

It was only June, not yet sweltering, but Yutenji Wakami was sweating profusely. Her phone lay on a nearby table, its screen displaying the "transfer" function. She was editing a video she'd taken and uploading it to her homepage.

Yutenji Wakamu is a beauty blogger, and this is her main source of income. She has many followers, but not many loyal ones. Beauty and makeup are not interesting, so her fans only watch videos that interest them.

While practicing, Yutenji Wakamu heard the sound of her cell phone. She stopped practicing and grabbed the phone next to her, her face full of disappointment.

"Huh? I thought it was all uploaded, but it turns out there's still so much left. My phone is so slow, I really want to get a new one."

Despite her complaints, Yutenji Wakamu glanced outside. It was already late at night, and it was very dark outside the window, with only a few lights on. However, she came to her senses and noticed a message on her phone: someone was sending her a chat message.