Guitar Hero also wants to play Kasuga Shadow!

what can we do about it?

[No... You're welcome. It's still a little unbelievable that someone like me could form a band with Chuhua...]

The phone vibrated again, and I saw Pochi's unconfident speech.

"People like me..."

After mumbling the words sent by Pochi, he turned his head and looked at his haggard face in the mirror, "Then what is someone like me?"

It's his birthday but he doesn't get any blessings from his loved one. He's an idol but he's in such a state backstage. Why does Pochi get Xiaoxiang's care?

On the night of the live, I saw Xiaoxiang and Boqi leaving hand in hand, while I could only hide in a dark corner with my head down...

Is this an idol?

It's completely different from what you said before...

Xiangzi...

He raised his phone again and stared at Pochi's profile picture for a while. "What's so special about you?"

[Hey, Pochi and Xiaoxiang have a good relationship, right?

What does she usually do? 】

When I came to my senses, the messages had already been sent and the status immediately changed to read.

Looking at his own purposeful speech, Chu Hua stretched out his right hand to cover his eyes, "What on earth am I doing..."

-

What does Xiangzi usually do?

Boqi looked at the message sent by Chuhua on his phone and fell into silence for a while.

At school, she doesn't talk to anyone and attends class very attentively. She spends her break organizing notes and completing homework. During lunch break, she'll take the lunch box I brought her and eat it alone. After school in the afternoon, sometimes she plays the piano and leaves, but sometimes she doesn't play at all and leaves in a hurry.

Yeah, I don't really know what Xiangzi does on a daily basis. She's like a machine, with her schedules set for when to do what, and she only interacts with me in class. So...

[I don't really know, but... he always seems busy.]

Mu, who was standing by, watched Pochi talking to Chuhua on the phone without commenting.

Pochi also noticed Mu's gaze and turned his head away, "No... Sorry, Mu is right here, and you're still chatting with other people..."

"fine."

Mu hugged the doll and replied quietly, "Pochi and Chuhua, have you joined Xiangzi's band?"

"Eh?"

Mu... did he know about it? But then again, Mu is Xiangzi's closest friend and knows Xiangzi better than I do, so it's normal for him to know about Mujica.

"Ah."

After responding, he looked at the time on his phone again. It was almost time to leave. "Um... I have to go home."

Hearing what Pochi said, Mu was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened slightly, then he lowered his head and hugged the doll in his arms tighter.

Seeing that Mu didn't respond, Pochi thought she just agreed, so he stood up and prepared to open the French window and return to the room.

While searching for the handle of the French window in the moonlight, he did not notice that Mu Ye had stood up beside him, and the doll in his arms was no longer in his arms, but fell to the side in a somewhat casual manner.

"Then... then I will..."

In the dim moonlight, Mu silently stretched out his hands to wrap around Pochi's waist, and hugged her from behind like he had just hugged a doll.

"Eh?!"

The floor-to-ceiling window was only half opened. Following Mu's movement, both of them stopped moving, as if time had stopped at this moment. They could only feel their own and each other's heartbeats getting faster and faster.

Then the summer night breeze lifted their hair, breaking the stillness of time.

Pochi slowly placed his hands on Mu's folded hands on his abdomen, "Mu... I should go back..."

"Pochi, stay tonight..."

A short but powerful word interrupted Pochi's words, and time stopped at this moment, and only the chirping of insects could be heard in the summer night.

The heartbeat that resonates with the two of them...

137

Chapter 137: I want to sleep with Pochi in my arms.

[I don't really know, but... he always seems busy.]

Sanjiao Chuhua felt a little uncomfortable after seeing this reply.

You and Xiaoxiang are clearly the best friends, yet you're saying you're not sure. If you don't know, who else would?

I guess you just don't want to tell me...

Chu Hua was surprised by this selfish thought. He turned around and looked at himself in the mirror again. For some reason, he couldn't see his face clearly.

Am I... a little too exhausted? How can I handle work that's only going to get busier with AveMujica?

Realizing that something was indeed wrong with his condition, Chu Hua got up from the sofa, walked to the bathroom, washed his face with cold water, and calmed himself down.

I have a day off tomorrow, so maybe... let's go to the planetarium again...

Since Xiaoxiang was so busy that he even forgot his birthday, I could only go to the planetarium to look at the stars.

"Miss Chuhua? Aren't you leaving yet?"

The agent happened to walk into the bathroom at this time and saw Chu Hua staring at the mirror. "Besides, you haven't even changed your clothes."

"Ah, um."

He turned his head awkwardly and said, "Yeah, I was busy talking to a friend on the phone and didn't have time to change."

"I'm on the phone..."

This is different from what Mana said to herself just now, "Hatsuka is such a cute idol, there will definitely be a lot of people coming to celebrate your birthday."

“No…no.”

Chu Hua gave a wry smile, wanting to quickly end the conversation and return to the lounge where he was alone. "Well, I'll go change my clothes first."

Chu Hua was about to leave the bathroom when he was stopped by his agent.

"Chuhua,"

The agent paused, then hesitantly said, "AveMujica, I'm not really eager for you to join."

After hearing what his agent said, Chu Hua did not turn around, but responded with silence with his back to her.

"Although the lineup is indeed luxurious, and that Toyokawa Shoko does have some ability, and can make the agency and even some other giants allocate resources to Mujica. But, Chuhua, aren't you too tired..."

"I know my own affairs best."

Before the agent could finish, Chu Hua couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted her, "I can do it."

"Like you said before, if I don't join AveMujica, I'll have to quit Sumimi?"

Chu Hua still responded with silence.

"Well, then quickly change your clothes and go home. Get some rest tomorrow and go out and have some fun."

"Well, thank you for your concern. Goodbye."

After saying this with his back to his agent, he left the bathroom.

"Well... Chuhua, this kid, just likes to push himself too much."

-

"That... that."

Being held by Mu, with one hand on the handle of the French window and the other on Mu's hand, I dared not move, not even to look back...

And...what's the point of staying tonight?

I seemed to have said the same thing to Xiangzi before.

But why is there such a huge difference between saying it yourself and hearing it from others?!

I always feel that it is particularly ambiguous?

Or is there something wrong with my thinking?

Pochi's brain gradually heated up and he began to think about all sorts of things.

Do you want me to stay and warm the bed? It's still summer, so I shouldn't need this kind of service! Looking inside through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I saw that the exceptionally exquisite bed could indeed accommodate two people.

"I want to... just sleep with Pochi in my arms."

Mu's soft response came from behind. He could feel her head against his back. As she spoke, her warm breath easily penetrated the not-so-thick shirt and hit Pochi's back.

"Eh?!"

its not right!

It's just very ambiguous!

Holding... holding someone to sleep, isn't that a bit too exciting? It's impossible to fall asleep, right? I've been sleeping alone since a very young age, and I don't remember ever sleeping in my mother's arms.

"If I...if I don't go home, Mom and Dad will..."

"Just call me."

Mu continued stubbornly, "If Pochi can't say it, I'll say it."

Under the moonlight, Mu maintained his embrace with Pochi, unwilling to let go.

"Eh? But...but..."

I've never stayed overnight at someone else's house before. And... I looked at that big bed again. Was I going to sleep on it later?

Although it looks a lot softer than my own bed, it must be very comfortable to lie on...

but……

"Pochi...are you unwilling?"

Seeing Pochi's hesitation, Mu's voice trembled a little.

"Eh? ...No...I..."

In fact, after talking for a long time, Pochi himself didn't know what he was hesitating about. He had clearly agreed to it normally when Lenna and Xiangzi were together before, so why was it that he...

So, I hesitated...

Was it because it was the first time someone had hugged me from behind like this? He touched Mu's hands again and gently stroked them.

Mu felt Pochi's movements and was a little afraid that she would say no, so he shrank a little, but he still hugged her tightly and did not let go.

"I see."

Feeling Mu's fearful yet insistent strength, Pochi also understood that he couldn't retreat here. Mu needed him now.

He touched Mu's cold hand again and said, "Let go for a moment. I'll call Mom and Dad."

Mu turned his head and buried his face completely in Pochi's back, knowing that what he was going to say next was a bit unreasonable, "Just hit me like this, that's all."

"Eh?"

I didn't expect Mu to say such a willful thing. I was stunned for a moment, but then I smiled.

If it were still a puppet, it would not say such willful words... He looked at the half-open floor-to-ceiling window again. Is there finally a crack in this small cage?

"That……"

Pochi took out his phone and operated it with a strange gesture, finding his father among the few contacts he had. "Then I'll call him... Although I don't know if they will agree."

"Ah."

Mu behind him responded softly, hugging Pochi even tighter, a little afraid that he would leave just because his parents didn't agree.

"Then...then call him."

I pressed the call button, and while waiting for the call to be connected, I wondered whether my parents would agree.

I haven't even left the house for so many years. Isn't it a bit weird to suddenly say I want to stay overnight at a friend's house?

Then…if my parents don’t agree, what should I do? I touched Mu’s cold little hand again. Mu’s hand was too cold compared to mine. Should I warm it up?