You are Toyokawa Shoko, then who am I?

Obviously, rationality has already made a judgment.

You shouldn't be blinded by this faint fluorescence.

But when she came to her senses.

She had already tightly grasped the ball of light, carefully held it to her chest, and agreed to Shiina Riki's request on the other side of the phone.

"...Okay, I'll come tonight."

beep.

The phone hangs up.

Wakaba Mu exited the call page, swiped his small fingers across the screen, and reopened the chat window with Shiina Riki. His eyes wandered and finally stopped on the three words Toyokawa Sho.

...This person is Xiang from another world.

In other words, Xiang is him from another world.

Ruo Yemu herself didn't understand why she had such a wild idea in her mind, and she couldn't understand why she was willing to believe that such a thing could really exist.

Perhaps the dream memories she saw last night were too real, or perhaps the soul-touching intimacy she felt when she first saw Toyokawa Sho's name made her unforgettable for a long time.

Or maybe she dreamed of him again last night.

They still went to see the moon together, but it was no longer like when they were children. Now they were grown up, and they went to a remote shrine together, picked up ema and wrote down their wishes together.

But before she could see what she had written, her consciousness left the dream, and when she opened her eyes again, it was already dawn.

According to her usual schedule, she should have gotten up, washed, and prepared for class, but a thought that she would never normally have occurred to her suddenly occurred to her: she wanted to wrap herself back in the quilt, close her eyes, and return to that peaceful dream...

"Miss, you should get up."

However, the servant's voice brought her back to reality.

Ruo Yemu had no choice but to get out of bed. Her parents were very busy and rarely had time to stay at home, so the job of taking care of her naturally fell on the maid who did things in an orderly manner and was also responsible for reporting back on her situation throughout the day.

The maid put the neatly ironed and folded clothes aside and then quietly left.

Ruoye Mu changed out of her pajamas, revealing a large area of soft, smooth, snow-white skin. The golden orange sunlight coming in from the window hit her body, illuminating the girl's rosy complexion. She stared at the garden outside the window with sleepy eyes, and her sight quickly found the cucumbers she had planted a few months ago. The fruits were now ripe and should be ready for harvest in a while.

Wakaba Mutsu liked them.

As long as you water the plants well, the seeds will slowly germinate and grow taller until goose yellow cucumber flowers bloom and turn into plump fruits.

They are not like human hearts, nor like human beings. They can exchange their efforts for results and their cultivation for harvest, but human hearts are intangible and unpredictable.

No matter how hard you try to meet expectations, what you get is not praise, but an expression that says it should be that way, and then you continue to raise the requirements for the next stage.

Wakaba Mu didn't like this.

She hopes that her efforts will be rewarded. Sometimes she doesn't even care how much she gives. As long as she can get a little bit of affirmation from the other person's fingers, that is enough.

But the sad thing is.

She rarely even received affirmation.

Ruo Ye Mu slowly withdrew her gaze. She put on her skirt, changed into new clothes, washed up, opened the door, and walked silently to the dining table on the first floor, like the protagonist in an RPG game following the map indicators to complete the task.

Today's food was the same as before, a Western breakfast carefully prepared strictly according to the nutritionist's requirements. It was not very delicious, and not even very appetizing, but Ruo Yemu had to finish it.

The servant standing behind her picked up a comb and helped comb her slightly tangled hair while reporting today's schedule.

"Miss, the madam has arranged a rather tight schedule for you today. From 9:00 to 10:30 you have Mr. Sanshi's line class, and starting at 3:00 in the afternoon you will have ballet training with the Songshan Dance Company. We will pick you up on time at 6:30."

The servant's tone was neither hurried nor slow, but the arrangements that came out of her mouth made people feel more and more pressured than before.

Mr. Mitsuishi is a well-known veteran voice actor in the industry. His most famous representative role is Misato Katsuragi in "EVA". His qualifications and seniority can be imagined.

Although the status of voice actors in the domestic entertainment circle is far lower than that of actors and comedians, as a senior who has been fighting since the 90s and is still active on the front line, many children grew up listening to her works.

If Ye Mu knew that his ability to deliver lines had never been recognized by his parents, and now that he heard that he was going to take classes under such a person, the cloud of gloom in his heart could not help but become heavier.

The remaining two courses are also very heavyweight. The full name of the Songshan Dance Company is the Songshan Ballet Company. It is a truly international art performance group and has represented Japan in performances abroad many times.

The most famous of these is the "ballet diplomacy" established with the mainland. It was the first dance troupe in the world to adapt the mainland film "White-Haired Girl" into a ballet.

Wakaba Mu was still young, so of course she couldn't be a member of the dance troupe. However, the Matsuyama Dance Company had many ballet teaching bases in Tokyo, and her mother sent her to the dance troupe to practice in order to help her improve her ballet skills.

For Wakaba Mutsu, this is the most difficult course. The requirements for ballet techniques and the rigorous body training of the Matsuyama Dance Company are far higher than those of other dance companies.

Even Wakaba Mutsu, who has been practicing ballet since childhood, often finds it difficult to keep up with the intensity of the classes.

She had strained her leg the previous week and it hadn't fully healed yet, but she nodded and silently accepted the overwhelming schedule.

"Also, Madam specifically asked me to tell you that you've been going out more and more recently. She doesn't want you to waste your time on individuals and your band, so she found a new course for you. It's a film and television drama acting class recently opened by senior An Hetiantong. The class starts at 8 o'clock tonight."

"..."

Wakaba Mu paused with the knife and fork in his hand.

The servant standing behind her didn't see her expression clearly, but noticed her small movements, so she asked.

"Miss, do you have any questions?"

"..."

Wakaba Mu lowered his head and remained silent for a while. Then he put the knife and fork on the plate and turned around to ask the servant.

"Could you please send me the new teacher's contact information?"

"Miss, Madam said that if you have any questions about the course, you can tell us, or tell Madam. We will contact the teacher for you and then forward the complete answer to you. This will save you time and allow you to focus more on your studies."

"...I think I should talk to the new teacher myself."

Ruoye Mu said softly.

"Okay, but according to Madam's request, we need to know what you want to say to the new teacher, Miss."

The servant placed his hands on his stomach and bowed slightly to Ruoye Mu, "Please understand."

Ruoye Mu didn't say anything, but just nodded dully. After breakfast, she got An and Tiantong's phone number. She looked at the landline close to her, turned her head, and saw a smiling servant standing next to her.

She felt a pressure.

A pressure that had long been deeply engraved in her soul, coming from her mother.

Her mother attached great importance to anything related to her acting studies. Whenever it came to acting, no matter how big or small the matter was, her mother would treat it with the most stringent attitude. As long as she failed to follow her mother's requirements in any way, she would be scolded by her mother in the harshest tone.

From childhood to adulthood, Ruo Yemu has never rebelled against her mother.

She knew that her mother had invested all her life's wishes in her. Rather than treating her as a daughter, she treated her as a second life to achieve the goals that she had not been able to accomplish at the beginning.

And once she disobeyed her mother and didn't go to class properly...

The cost is undeniable.

What awaits her will only be a punishment more terrible than the usual violent scolding, perhaps house arrest, corporal punishment, or something even more serious.

If possible, Ruo Yemu didn't want to upset his mother.

But she found that she didn't want to see Toyokawa Sho even more.

She herself was also surprised by the changes in her heart. She had obviously never met the other person before, but her inner emotions and feelings... seemed to be inextricably linked to the other person.

Whenever she thought of the other person, strength would surge out of her heart. Even if they were thousands of miles apart, she seemed to be able to intuitively feel the other person's mood.

Either tired or in pain.

Either repressed or numb.

These heavy feelings made her realize one thing.

Xiang……

feeling bad.

I have to go see him.

Unconsciously, such a thought emerged in Ruo Yemu's mind, and this thought quickly occupied the entire island in her heart at an astonishing speed, and even weaved enough courage for her to dare to face her mother, whom she had not dared to disobey once in the past fifteen years.

Ruoye Mu took a deep breath, and his well-developed chest rose and fell slightly.

She stared at the phone in front of her and told herself that it was still not too late to regret.

Once she made this call and expressed her wish to ask for leave to her new teacher, it went without saying that her mother would never forgive her easily.

Acting is a minefield that my mother absolutely cannot tolerate being treaded upon, even if she chooses not to attend other courses, because lines and body movements are also part of acting. No matter which course she misses, the result will be the same.

She instinctively withdrew her hand, wanting to continue being a puppet responding to other people's expectations, but the power beating in her heart supported her palm and told her to do what she wanted to do.

then.

She gripped the phone.

The moment you pick it up and put it to your ear.

It felt like the whole world seemed to have become a little lighter.

beep--

beep--

About thirty seconds later.

The call was put through.

The voice coming from the receiver was that of an old lady whose voice was elegant and noble.

"what's the matter?"

"...Hello, teacher, I am Ruoye Mu, a student in your acting class,"

Ruoye Mu held the microphone and said softly, "I probably won't be able to come to the evening class."

"Oh? Are you sick?"

"...No, I...have something very important to do."

"Is this matter so important that you think it is more important than everything else?"

"Yes."

Wakaba Mu nodded.

The old man on the other side of the phone heard such a firm reply, and his calm eyes showed a hint of surprise.

The granddaughter sitting in front of her saw the old man's expression fluctuate and thought she had made a mistake, so she sat up straighter, stopped playing with her cell phone, and looked at the old man with a sunny smile.

The old man glanced at his granddaughter in front of him and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Her old rival seemed to have overdrawn a lot of his life recently, but he actually caught a great seedling.

She tossed and turned for a long time at night and couldn't fall asleep. When she closed her eyes, her mind was full of the smug face of the man with highlighted hair.

Before this girl had her hair highlighted, she specially sent her the song video of that good seedling to watch. The more she watched, the more unbearable she felt, and the more she watched, the more chest tightness and shortness of breath she felt.

Oh my god.

Why did such a good seedling get picked up by that guy who was good at highlighting the dyeing?

The old man became angrier the more he thought about it.

So, in her unresolved anger, she took her granddaughter out of the arts school.

She decided to devote her life's skills to raising her granddaughter and teaching her by example for a while. No matter what, she would not let that girl with highlighted hair show off on her face anymore.

The film, television and drama acting course she recently opened was a move she made to enable her granddaughter to grow rapidly under the stimulation of other peers.

She originally thought that with her reputation as Anhe Tiantong, those who could pass through numerous rounds of screening and finally come to study under her must be the rare best students, and she would surely let her granddaughter, who was used to showing off in the art academy, understand.

What is intensity and what is effort?

However, unexpectedly, on the first day of school, a student called her and asked if she could ask for leave.

"...As a matter of principle, I don't like students asking for leave. Education is more important than many other things. The class you missed today will likely cause you to miss out on many insights that only come once in a lifetime. This will be an immeasurable loss for you."

The old woman sighed softly, but even this sigh was done with extreme elegance.

"But if you truly believe this matter is important, so important that you feel everything else pales in comparison, then I will allow you to take a leave of absence. Education is indeed important, but there are always some things in life that are more important than education."

"……thank you."

Ruo Yemu nodded. She didn't say anything more to the old man. After getting his permission, she hung up the phone and put the receiver back on the landline.

The servant next to him waited quietly for Ruo Yemu to finish his call before speaking.

"Miss, Madam is very dissatisfied with your recent behavior. Please forgive me for being blunt. If you are absent from class today, Madam is likely to..."

The servant didn't say anything else.