Heavy girl? I feel worse than Black Hole Trigger!

The girl in front of her was showing her extremely familiar sneer, which symbolized both courtesy and alienation. She had already recalled the prepared remarks in her mind, ready to respond.

But the next moment Nagasaki Suyo saw the phone screen...

All the alienation was gone.

All the coldness melted away.

Is there any opponent in front of her who is worthy of her full-scale battle?

Isn’t there just one child here…who is as happy as if he had eaten his favorite candy, with an extremely sweet and adorable smile?

"Excuse me--"

Nagasaki Suyo looked up with a smile.

That childish smile only lasted for a moment, and when she spoke to Toyokawa Shoko again, she had returned to the calm and relaxed chuckle that was true to her name, "Miss Tsukimori."

But this smile is always completely different from the initial indifference.

Even though it was just their first meeting, Toyokawa Shoko could see the joy overflowing from her eyes...

"I have something important to do later, so I can't discuss this in detail. Can we discuss this later?"

"Huh? Ah..." The polite words were so familiar that Toyokawa Shoko almost responded subconsciously. Before she could finish her words, she immediately came to her senses and smiled at Nagasaki Suyo again:

"Then may I be allowed to come along?"

"Eh?"

Su Shi was stunned for a moment.

Nagasaki Suyo, formerly known as Ichinose Suyo, had already developed a set of conversational formulas that could be called "upper-class aristocratic language" in just over two years in Tsukinomori.

"Important matters", "Not convenient to discuss in detail", "We will discuss it later"

The words she uttered reflexively were almost entirely words that symbolized a polite refusal.

She didn't believe that the young lady in front of her, who was an "imitator" and a "fake" compared to her and whose whole body was full of "authentic" aura, would not be able to understand what she wanted to express.

Clearly hearing it but pretending not to know is also a means of exerting pressure.

"..."

Nagasaki Suyo's smile faded slightly. She began to feel a little irritated.

Under normal circumstances, perhaps she would spend some time and effort to chat with her for a few minutes because she was too bored, and then use it as a topic of conversation when chatting with Baodeng Zheli.

But now, she is busy!

"——Please forgive my impoliteness, Nagasaki-san."

Shoko Toyokawa put one hand on her chest and leaned forward slightly.

"I suppose what Nagasaki-san meant by 'important matters' is the other people at the meeting, right?"

Su Shi smiled slightly and said sarcastically in a voice as sweet as honey, "Exactly. I suppose Fengchuan-san wouldn't even interfere in the private lives of strangers, right?"

"...Shigasaki-kun, there's no need to be so sarcastic. I certainly wouldn't be so tactless."

Toyokawa Shoko was not angry at all, but instead smiled slightly.

The obvious confidence on that face made Nagasaki Suyo feel particularly uncomfortable.

But I heard Toyokawa Shoko say in her voice as sweet as a swallow:

"However, before the meeting, it might only be a short ride or walk. Could you please give me some of that time?"

Nagasaki Suyo was silent for a moment.

She wanted to say no.

But, a smile flashed through my mind...

She thought: If it was that person, he would at least listen to what the other person wanted to say.

She is selfish, willful, and extremely despicable. She knows in her heart that she is not worthy of that man at all, and she greedily wants to monopolize the position by his side.

Even if it's just a little bit, I should try to get closer to that person.

"……Can."

So, she just took a deep breath and let her eyes, which had regained their composure, gently glance at the girl.

"I'm in a hurry, please catch up as soon as possible."

"Okay." Shoko Toyokawa said with a smile.

She pulled out her phone and quickly typed out a few messages.

Then, he followed closely behind Nagasaki Suyo.

Lost Star Chapter 26 Summer Time Record: Chapter Tinnitus

sound.

Everywhere, the sound.

Ruo Ye Mu slowly raised his head, his inorganic eyes looking into the distance at the crowd.

The passers-by in her sight seemed to be flashing, appearing and disappearing in an instant.

People who know her always feel confused: As the daughter of the super popular comedian Wakaba, why is this girl who inherited the surname Wakaba always serious?

It was as if none of her father's humorous genes had been passed down to her. This girl with green hair and golden eyes, who was as pretty as a doll and as expressionless as a doll, often gave people the impression of having a temperament that was so dull that it was almost indifferent.

She always just listens quietly to all the praise and criticism.

It seemed that there was nothing new in the world that could make her feel concerned.

"..."

The Tsuki no Mori uniform she wore suggested that Wakaba Mutsu had just left school, but apart from the uniform, she was carrying a backpack on her shoulders and another in her hands, which symbolized her student status.

She seemed to be waiting for someone.

But the constantly flashing crowd seemed to dazzle her, and she gradually turned her eyes to the sky.

It was Saturday afternoon, and the sky, like an old photograph decaying, gradually turned a yellowish hue.

The sky was filled with white clouds that were stained by the dusk, and the wind carved out shadows, making it half bright and half dark, but there was no smell of moisture in the air.

A cloudy day with neither rain nor shine.

Ruoye Mu slowly closed his eyes and leaned slightly against the outer wall of the building.

The tiny noises of the crowd gradually grew heavier, transforming into an increasingly sharp tinnitus.

"Mu!"

...Then, the gloomy air was pierced by a ray of sunlight.

Wakaba Mu opened her eyes and saw a girl wearing a Tsuki no Mori uniform and with twin ponytails running towards her, waving at her.

"Xiangzi." Ruoye Mu called the other person's name in a low voice and handed over the schoolbag in his hand.

"Thank you, Mu." Toyokawa Shoko ran over to Wakaba Mu and took the bag, smiling broadly at her. "It's really a bother for you to help me pack up at this last minute."

Ruoye Mu shook his head slightly.

Seeing this, Toyokawa Shoko smiled even brighter: "Mu Zhen, you're always like this..."

—Snap. Snap.

The sound of footsteps coming from close by suddenly drowned out the noise of the crowd.

Ruo Yemu's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he looked up like a dragonfly skimming the water, and saw a girl wearing the same Yuezhisen school uniform walking towards him. She smiled at Toyokawa Xiangzi and said:

"It seems Toyokawa-san has something important to attend to, so I won't bother you any longer, shall I?"

…That moment was so brief that it was almost an illusion.

Ruoye Mu seemed to be able to feel the condescending attitude that the girl revealed in an instant.

But when he came to his senses, Ruo Yemu only saw the girl smiling politely, bowing slightly towards him and Xiangzi, showing a set of perfect etiquette that could not be criticized from any angle, and then said:

"Then I'll take my leave."

After saying that, without waiting for any response, he walked straight to the entrance of the building.

"Please wait a moment! Nagasaki-san." Toyokawa Shoko shouted at the girl's back.

The girl didn't turn around, but asked calmly, "What else can I do for you?"

Toyokawa Shoko said, "We are also very interested in your friend's performance."

"...Toyokawa-san, you're being a bit clingy."

The girl heaved a long sigh after hearing this.

"If socializing won't convince you, then I can only reject your proposal outright."

"I hope you won't let me lose my manners."

However, even after hearing these words that no longer concealed her dissatisfaction, Toyokawa Shoko still maintained her overly intense smile.

"Please don't misunderstand me. I have no intention of bothering you any further," she said word by word. "I am merely a junior in music, and I want to enjoy the performance that Nagasaki-san has been so eagerly awaiting. If Nagasaki-san feels uncomfortable, we can keep some distance from you."

“…That’s not necessary.”

Nagasaki Suyo slowly turned around.

"RiNG is not owned by my family, I have no right to stop you from coming in."

The deliberately displayed coldness was removed, and now there was only helplessness and regret on her face.

"But could you please tell me...why me?"

Nagasaki Suyo didn't understand why the blue-haired girl in front of her was so concerned about recruiting her to join the band.

……

Earlier, on the tram.

"I hope that you, Nagasaki-san, can join my band as the bassist."

"……Eh?"

Although Toyokawa Shoko lowered her voice, she still couldn't hide the anticipation in her eyes.

Su Shi had indeed played the electric bass in Nascita, but other than that, she had neither demonstrated her bass skills nor mentioned her interest in the band to anyone.

Before today, she had never met Toyokawa Shoko even once.

Just because of a performance at a music festival? As a double bass player?

That's too outrageous.

Nagasaki Suyo is very self-aware of her own level. No matter what, it can only be said to be acceptable, far from being eye-catching, or even worthy of Toyokawa Shoko's perseverance.

Su Shi gave an apologetic smile and waved his hand.

"I'm sorry. This is a bit too sudden—"

Snapped.

Toyokawa Shoko suddenly grabbed her hand.

"It doesn't matter. I don't intend for you to make a decision right away. I hope you can think about it carefully!"

Those eyes were so bright that they seemed to contain the entire sun.

——Really, very similar.

Nagasaki Suyo felt that if it were the person before she met Baodō Oreri, she might have agreed to it so confusedly.

However, there are indeed essential differences.

She suddenly recalled that day, in that not-so-spacious soundproof room, at that moment...

Baodeng Zheli was holding his hands tightly just like he is now.

Yes, the smile of the girl in front of him was obviously brighter and more friendly than that of Zheli, who always looked indifferent and distant. Her palms were also much warmer than Baodeng Zheli's.

——But it is far less vivid than the warmth that remains in memory.

Because that day, that person said: "Don't force yourself."