Heavy girl? I feel worse than Black Hole Trigger!

"No problem!" Chinae said with a smug look on her face. "I didn't even have breakfast, so even if I vomited, I wouldn't be able to vomit much!"

"...I'll have dinner with you."

How can I have the energy to exercise if I don’t even eat?

Chapter of the Box, Act 56, Autumn Frost, Falling Maple Leaves, Snow Clears, and the Plum Blossoms Appear: Chapter , Meow Meow Meow

Everyone has a childhood.

Everyone knows that what children can’t stand the most is boredom.

Of course, this doesn't mean that as adults we become more fond of boring lives, but we become more able to tolerate them than when we were children - although there are still limits. For example, everyone knows that as long as you eat healthily and exercise more, you can lose weight, but who can stand the torture day after day?

The same principle can naturally be applied to children, but to an even greater degree.

Given Chinana Hiiragi's physical condition, it was clearly unrealistic for her to transform into a graceful and elegant dancer overnight. Therefore, Hotoge Oori naturally told her that if she truly wanted to realize her dream of becoming an "idol," she must start by training her body.

Zheli is willing to believe in China's determination, but willpower cannot make the disgust and fatigue disappear, it can only be suppressed.

Adding a little bit of dance guidance to the heavy training courses will provide Chinana with some motivation to work hard.

This is what Zheli can do, some insignificant ingenuity.

"One, two... turn!"

Her cherry blossom-patterned hakama was lifted slightly, revealing the girl's pure white legs and tabi. Her armpit-length hair swayed in the wind, a few drops of sweat glistening in the sunlight. She covered her open, panting mouth with her sleeve, lowered her brows to gaze at the subtle wood grain on the floor, presumably bowing, as if in greeting, her pose frozen in this moment.

After a few seconds, there was a burst of loud applause.

"Very good." Baodeng Zheli applauded and nodded continuously.

“Really?… Ahem!”

Chinana frowned and patted her chest. In order to maintain the perfect posture, she even deliberately suppressed her breathing, and the result was that she was still out of breath.

Zhe Li quickly went over and patted her on the back to calm her down. "Don't talk for now. Have a good rest."

Qiannai held her chest and nodded. Her legs went limp and she slowly sat down with the help of Zheli.

The Hiiragi family's residence sat atop a small hill. The two of them were in a dojo, its sliding doors wide open, revealing a stately corridor and, beyond that, a gentle slope lined with trees. Standing on the corridor, gazing out into the distance, they were greeted by a vast ocean view and a slightly salty sea breeze, seemingly chasing away the intense heat of midsummer.

The little cat Yao Qiliangliang was currently lying on the corridor floor, which was scrubbed clean by the diligent servants every day. She was basking in the warm, almost scorching sun, enjoying the cool sea breeze, and snoring comfortably.

A cool breeze also crept into the dojo, brushing away the beads of sweat that had yet to be wiped off Xiao Qianna's skin, causing her to shiver.

Zhe Li took a towel and wiped her, then put a piece of clothing on her to prevent her from catching a cold.

Qiannai grabbed the clothes in a daze and looked into the distance at the blue sky.

"teacher."

"Hmm. What's wrong?"

"Is it really possible for people to become 'idols'?"

"Hmm. It should be very difficult." Zhe Li also followed her gaze to the sky, and a smile appeared on his face. "If you only start training now, it will take several years to reach the level of a solid singer and dancer. Then you will have to spend more time to make up for your lack of talent in singing and dancing..."

"Especially in Inazuma, where idol culture is lacking."

Hiiragi China does not have the overwhelming talent to create an era. Even if she makes every effort, even if she has the help of strangers, the result may not be as good as what her sister said at the beginning: just as a member of the Hiiragi family, the Kanjo Bugyo, she can show her innate and natural nobility and kindness - and be respected by everyone.

just like,

A girl born in an ordinary family just read a few storybooks and then loudly declared to her parents: I want to be a princess when I grow up!

This is an unrealistic dream that should have been abandoned long ago as I grew older.

Xiao Qiannai couldn't help but puff up her cheeks when she heard this. "Shouldn't you comfort me at a time like this?!"

Zhe Li paused for a moment, turned around and saw her face that looked like a little pufferfish, and grinned.

"Haha. Comforting you is a favor, but not lying to you is my duty."

“……” Chinana blinked, and her expression gradually calmed down.

"Go up on stage in person, perform for people you know or don't know, and show everyone the best version of yourself—" Zhe Li reached out and rubbed her head, his tone cooling down a little: "But even so, there will definitely be people who won't understand, or who will look down on you. They'll either judge you from a high position, or leave with no interest..."

"Your dream 'idols' may always shine on stage, but off stage, they're just ordinary people. They care about what others think of them, they have flaws, and they find practice arduous and dreadful, just like you do now. Therefore, there are bound to be people who dislike them, thinking, 'They're no different than me, yet they're getting all the attention.'"

If it is an innate gap in status and talent, a distance that has been left far behind since birth, then the jealousy will run out of fuel early and burn out into ashes in the name of envy.

However, "their singing is obviously not that good" and "their dancing is not that good either."

——"Why are you so popular?"

The lingering malice stems from the unfairness of fate, so there is no reason for it.

If the "idols" on the stage are the ultimate brilliance and light, then what they have to face outside the stage is such unreasonable "darkness".

...But that's also assuming it becomes a big hit.

"Or maybe people just don't care about your performance at all."

It's like being in a busy commercial district and occasionally passing by an artist performing on the street, only to take a few glances and then hurried away.

Zhe Li hummed a few times, "It's not too late to regret it by then."

Chinana looked at him with wide eyes and couldn't help but snort: "Really! Is there any teacher who pours cold water on his students like this?"

"It's also the teacher's responsibility to help students face reality early on."

The right to freely discuss "my dream" only lasted until elementary school graduation. Because dreams are called dreams precisely because they are unattainable and full of possibilities: if one simply worships a seemingly beautiful vision, one is no different from an idler daydreaming all day long.

Once you take the first step towards your dream, it is no longer a dream, it is a "plan" - and if you want to realize the plan, you must first face reality.

"..."

Chinanai stared at Zheli's face carefully.

He was smiling as usual, but he seemed more serious than ever.

"But." After a long, long time, Chinana finally spoke in a low voice, almost whispering, "What if after the festival, they still want to try their best?"

"Then I'll stay with you till the end."

"————."

The man stood up, put his hands on his hips, and smiled broadly at the little girl.

The sea breeze from the outlying island ruffled his golden hair, as if trying to compete with the sun for brilliance.

“No matter what kind of students they are, we should do our best to teach them until they learn.”

"This is also the teacher's duty."

……

"Meow……"

Qi Liangliang yawned.

Why does the sunshine feel so warm today?

Chapter 57 of the Box: Autumn Frost and Falling Maple Leaves, Snow Clears and Meow Meow Meow: Chapter : Meow Meow Meow

Until the next time Qi Liangliang visited Nascita, the cafe was bustling with activity.

"Meow?" The kitten stood at the door and tilted its head.

Hmm. This cafe...isn't it usually this quiet?

"Oh, little one. Hello."

The store manager, Bao Deng Zheli, was leaning against a table near the door. He was the only person in the room who responded to the bell.

"That's strange. I'm closed today too. ... Never mind, come here." The man smiled and stretched out his hand to the kitten.

The little cat demon thought for a moment, took a few steps and jumped from the floor to the table, then jumped along Zhe Li's arm to his shoulder, blinking his big eyes and looking at the most lively, or noisiest, long table in the store.

"—So, I think I should join the reading performance!"

I saw Toyokawa Shoko stand up from her seat, put her hands on the table, and speak in an excited tone.

"Huh?" Shiina Riki glared at her sideways, holding his cheek. "Just to burden the light just for your personal hobby?"

I always knew that this guy likes to fantasize. Is he finally going to take a shot at acting this time?

"That's not what I meant, Lixi-san." Xiangzi shook his head, bringing his hands back to his stomach. He nodded gracefully to the stunned Gao Songdeng and said, "Deng, your lyrics each condense a unique worldview. I can see it with my own eyes. But it's also true that other audiences may not fully understand it."

"Hmm... um, um?"

Huh? Worldview? What does that mean?

"Adding a reading to the play will guide the audience into a corresponding worldview, which will surely make your lyrics and my music more deeply ingrained in people's hearts!"

"Eh. Oh, um...?"

Gao Songdeng is like a homely kitten who sees his owner bringing a stranger into the porch, with a look of confusion and subtle resistance on his face.

As expected, sometimes I really feel like I can’t keep up with Xiaoxiang’s thinking…

"Music is something that everyone has their own opinions on," said Nagasaki Motoyo.

It's not that she can't understand Shoko Toyokawa's thoughts.

She herself also liked the word "lamp" and knew what Xiangzi meant by "condensed worldview".

They now have four songs in hand. Even if we leave out the more crudely composed "Song of Wanting to Be Human", "Haruhi Shadow", "Blooming in the Mud" and "Bookmark" (Shiori) each tell a different story. How to string them together into a performance to accurately mobilize the audience's emotions is also a science.

"But, isn't it too early for us to think about those things now?"

Having two successful live house performances doesn't guarantee their performances are perfect. Sushi remembers making several mistakes during her first performance, and she credits her improvisation with the lighting for earning the audience's praise.

As for the second time... this time there will be no other person who withdraws for her to lead up from the stage.

"Meow...?" Are they arguing? But they don't seem that angry.

Hearing the curious meows of the kitten on his shoulder, Zhe Li explained, "Rehearsals will begin in a few days, and they are considering the stage plan."

Qiliangliang tilted his head. Is this what Mr. Ori had mentioned before, the "performance at the festival"?

Back when she was still a jobless cat-sitter, she'd snuck into Hanamizaka's summer festival to experience it, but it was so loud, the crowd's shouting hurt her ears and even knocked a few hairs off the back of her head. After that, she'd only dared to watch from afar (after all, she had no money to buy food).

Ever since she joined Komagariya, she would occasionally go for a walk on the street, but she never felt the same excitement as the people around her.

She likes the hustle and bustle of the human world, so she transforms into a Nekomata-brand courier and lives in the city.

But what is the difference between the excitement of a festival and the usual excitement?

"I think it would be great if you added a reading!" Hiiragi Chinana said softly, a little nervously, peering closely at Deng's profile. "I might not be in a position to ask for this, but... this is my first time performing on stage... and I want to see Deng's full power!"

She didn't want to have any regrets about her first and possibly last stage performance.

Deng shrugged, "Full, full strength!?" I couldn't remember a time when I didn't give it my all...

"Even if Deng has that intention, isn't it a bit too hasty to make arrangements now?" Li Xi said coldly.

Now that I think about it, CRYCHIC seems to have been rushing things since its inception. Although they always find a way to solve the problem in the end, Li Xi has been dissatisfied with this hasty style for a long time.

"Hmm. Li Xi's considerations make sense." Xiangzi nodded slightly, his expression remaining firm, unyielding. "But my consideration is that this isn't CRYCHIC's first performance, and it's likely the first performance of this type of ensemble."

“…….” Li Xi frowned.

"Just like Ms. China said, because it's the 'first time', we must use our 'full strength'."

Xiangzi quoted China's words in a slightly tactful way to draw a conclusion.

She didn't want to force everyone to catch up with her own ambitions, but if conditions allowed, she certainly hoped that everyone would at least give their best to the performance itself.

"Well."

Deng looked at Xiangzi, then at Chinana, and finally met Lixi's eyes, lowering his head slightly.

Reading: Takamatsu Touma's lyrics are essentially the product of her inner thoughts, translated into words. Writing the "text before it became lyrics" wasn't a big challenge for Touma.

"...Hmm. I guess I'll give it a try."

"Oh. If Deng is willing... forget it." Li Xi held his forehead and sighed.

Since the venue already requires the use of unplugged instruments, is it necessary to rehearse the stage play separately?

I really hope it won’t be like the 1st LIVE, where we had to practice extra until the day before the performance... At least this time there is an advance rehearsal, so it shouldn’t be so rushed.

Deng nodded repeatedly, "I will work hard... and write a good script."