Heavy girl? I feel worse than Black Hole Trigger!

Su Shi tapped his cheek with his finger and thought, "Hmm. Why don't you ask Zhe Li to reserve a position for you?"

"Do you think that cafe really needs employees?"

You don't have to do anything, but you still get paid for nothing. If you don't tell me you're working, outsiders might think you're being kept...

Well, it suits this guy very well.

Maybe she was proposing the same thing to me because she was planning to do the same thing herself.

Deng fidgeted uncomfortably. "I'll work hard on writing the lyrics!"

Hearing Lixi mention "song copyright fees", Deng seemed to understand it as "our original songs are not enough" - although this understanding is not wrong: the ability to write lyrics was the fundamental reason why Deng was invited to join the band by Xiangzi, and now she has regarded writing lyrics as her responsibility.

Seeing the girl bravely taking on the responsibility, Li Xi felt deeply relieved but also a little headache.

"No. I'm not urging the lights..."

After a flurry of activity, the lamp finally calmed down a bit and they chatted for a while.

Suddenly, the automatic door of the cafe made a long-lost sound of starting up; the noise that was blocked by the glass door instantly penetrated into the quiet cafe, and then disappeared as the door closed.

The silver-haired girl pulling the cart stood at the doorway, glancing left and right. She noticed Takamatsu Deng looking up at her, her eyes lighting up as she quickly approached. Her blue-gold eyes fixed on Deng, who, in turn, stared back at her until she stopped, quietly standing by the table, her head tilted.

Takamatsu Deng smiled softly and spoke slowly, "Runa-chan. What a great performance."

“…Hmph~?”

Lenai smiled smugly and chuckled a few times before walking towards the chair Su Shi had reserved for her and sitting down on it.

As for a certain man, he went to the counter and spoke to the clerk as soon as he entered the cafe, probably ordering a drink for himself and Lenai. He waited until Lenai was seated before walking over to the girls.

"Yo. Thank you for your hard work."

"Zheli must be the one who's had the hardest time. You didn't seem to sing so hard during practice." Su Shi propped her cheek up with one hand and looked at him with a smile: "Is this what they call the type that's particularly impressive during the official performance?"

It could also be because I was cheating.

Baodeng Zheli shrugged noncommittally, "Standing in the rock section isn't necessarily easier than performing on stage." He also walked towards the seat Su Shi had reserved for him - a table for six, three people sitting opposite each other, with empty seats reserved for the two of them on both sides of Su Shi.

Pulling out a chair and sitting down, the man breathed a sigh of relief as usual and noticed that Gao Songdeng opposite him was looking at him intently.

Those amber eyes seemed to be dotted with stars, and each star was like every line of emotion she had buried in the text, but at this moment her expression did not seem like she had anything to say.

Zhe Li thought for a moment and smiled at the girl.

"You've changed too."

Lost Star Chapter 97 Summer Time Record: Chapter Rescue

There is no need for a reason to help others. It doesn't even have to be called justice.

As a human being, I move my body before I think—it's just that.

But I still feel afraid. Maybe my thoughtless actions have caused harm. Maybe the help they need is beyond my powerless ability to provide. Maybe, maybe... I feel this unease.

But even so, he had to take action.

because,

"If I could be someone's strength, I would be so happy from the bottom of my heart that I couldn't help but laugh."

A certain fool once said this to Bao Deng Zheli during a battle.

Although the guy's face was hidden under the mask and could not be seen at all.

Yes. It wasn't for so-called justice, nor was it for some empty love and peace. He didn't have the energy to think about that. He just did it because he was happy, because he wanted to.

I want to be your "god." I want to save you... No.

It doesn't matter if it's not me.

As long as you can be happy in the end, that's enough.

"So we are the knights wearing masks."

……

Baodeng Zheli looked at Gao Songdeng's wide eyes and smiled.

"You've changed too, Deng."

Just like the half stone left behind when we met.

Perhaps it was initially just an ordinary pebble on the street, but once it was picked up with care, it began to be needed and cherished by someone. Even if it later broke in two, it would still feed on that suffering, transforming it into a "unique" scar, remembering the pain and growing.

From the initial attitude of being hesitant to everything, I gradually gathered up the courage and walked forward with my head held high... Maybe I am still a little immature, and maybe I still feel hurt, but even if I encounter setbacks, I am willing to keep moving forward.

Even though the man was just watching her from afar, he could see the changes on her still youthful face.

————Even if you are confused, you must move forward.

"With the lights now, I'm sure they won't stop."

He spoke as if he was talking about something that was a matter of course.

“…….” “…….”

The small table, which was already quiet enough, became completely silent.

Gao Songdeng slowly lowered her eyes under the man's gentle gaze. Her slightly longer gray bangs still obscured her face, just like every year before. As long as she lowered her head, as long as she didn't look, as long as she could escape first—she wouldn't have to face everything that only caused her pain.

"Actually, I'm...still very uneasy."

The girl clenched her fists gently. What could these frail hands possibly grasp? From the very beginning, she had been unable to grasp anything. Neither her childhood friends, nor Xiaoxiang, nor even the songs she had written.

The self who can only sing desperately. The self who can only shout desperately.

"What should I do if I hurt someone again? Just thinking about these things—"

It was like becoming speechless and unable to breathe.

Just like what I saw and heard on the stage that day.

The dark shadows that filled the sky, the criticisms that surrounded her, all weighed heavily on her mind, making her afraid to take a step. She could only desperately follow the guiding piano music, slowly moving towards the distant starlight.

but.

"But now, it will be fine."

I only heard the man in front of me say with a tone that was more confident than anyone else at any time:

"Because, now you are able to express your worries."

“————…….”

It is no longer buried deep in words, hidden between paper and pen, but turns into sound, turns into shouts, and even turns into songs.

Even if nothing can be changed. Even if no one wants to listen carefully.

Even if that's the case, it doesn't matter. Because—

"No matter how many times I sing, I sing as if I'm peeling off a scab on my body."

A man's roaring singing echoed in my ears.

Gao Songdeng's breathing gradually became rapid. There was a feeling like fire, ink, or perhaps vibration, slowly but surely extending from the depths of her heart to her limbs, and that feeling made her uneasy.

"but!"

The girl raised her head hurriedly.

In her wandering vision, at this moment, it seemed that only the man's face was clear enough to be recognized.

"If I hurt anyone again, I—"

"……So."

Baodeng Zheli smiled widely.

'If one day tears roll down your face—'

His smile was casual, even frivolous, like he'd just had a delicious breakfast before leaving the house that morning, a moderately happy one. But his gaze was serious, as if even the slightest deviation would be blasphemous. He gazed at Gao Songdeng gently yet firmly.

"When that time comes, let me be your strength."

“—And me.”

Nagasaki Suyo leaned on Zheli's shoulder with a smile and entered Takamatsu Deng's sight.

"Xiao Deng is no longer alone."

"..."

Similarly, two people whose brilliance was so dazzling that it was blinding.

If you just look up from afar, the distance of countless light years will make even the brightest light just a tiny dot, and you have to look hard in the vast night sky to see it.

Only when they traveled across countless light years and came before her would she discover them.

It turns out that even on a night without the sun, the stars can still shine brightly to illuminate her way forward.

It turns out that even the stars that were once so far away can become within reach.

She stared at the two of them for a long, long time before she nodded gently:

"Ah."

……

"Whose cappuccino is this?"

Zheli raised his hand, "Ah. My, thank you."

"And then there's the matcha parfait..." "Hmm." "Eh?"

"Little Lenai, you can't rob it."

Su Shi quickly reached out and tapped Lenai's head before turning to the stunned clerk.

"I'm so sorry, but Parfait belongs to this child."

The clerk blinked and said nothing, and finally just smiled and said: "Please enjoy your meal..."

Shiina Riki watched the farce and looked at Kaname Rakuna for a while while holding up his cheek.

"Stray cat."

"Ok?"

"When did you become a house cat?"

"Huh~?"

Lenai held the spoon in her mouth, stared at Lixi, and tilted her head.

At this time.

"Oh, I forgot to ask you guys what you think." A man pretended to straighten his back, coughed a few times, then glanced around at everyone present and said, "How are you?"

"What? You ask that kind of question?" Li Xi crossed his arms and glared at the other person.

She had already decided to keep her feelings from "Summer Time Record" sealed deep in her heart forever.

"I think it's great." Su Shi hummed a few times.

Li Xi complained, "Don't you always say that?" But Su Shi smiled and didn't refute.

While they were sabotaging each other, Gao Songdeng kept his head down and stared at his hands.

She thought about the inspiration in "Summer Time Records" and the relief in "Blue Bookmarks," but her mind was ultimately occupied by the "cry" in "I Want to Be Your God."

His eyes fixed on the tip of his thumb, moving slightly.

I seemed to hear a snapping sound beside my ear, and I stumbled up somewhere surrounded by speakers and spotlights.

Somewhere up there, in the center of the spotlight, in a world surrounded by darkness.

The imaginary girl gripped the microphone tightly.

"...I want to go and save." I want to be saved.

Zhe Li blinked.

It seemed that he was unable to understand the meaning of the girl's words for a moment.

But he quickly thought of the previous performance and smiled knowingly -