Substitute Toyokawa Shoko, you can become stronger by breathing

There was a brief silence in the consciousness space. After a moment, she spoke

"you're right."

Hearing this, Kujo Renji was a little surprised.

——Xiaoxiang, I didn’t expect you to be such a talented person.

.......

the other side.

Yutenji Wakamu hummed a song and walked briskly into her apartment.

The meeting had gone much more smoothly than she'd expected—Toyokawa Shoko had actually relented! Although she'd only said, "We'll think about it after the tour," it was already a huge breakthrough.

"Paper tiger." She chuckled, threw her bag on the sofa, and walked quickly to the computer desk.

The seemingly strong Shoko Toyokawa was eventually moved by her own persistence.

Thinking of this, Yutenji Wakamu felt even happier.

Perhaps the threats made in the rehearsal room that day were just the product of a momentary loss of control?

She turned on the computer and entered the password skillfully.

The screen lit up, showing the video she had half-edited last night.

Today’s victory gave her new inspiration—how about the title of this video being “Persistence is the key to success”?

Yutenji Wakamu imagined the moment he stood on stage, took off his mask, and revealed his true face, and how tens of thousands of fans would cheer and scream. More endorsements would follow, along with greater influence and more income...

While fantasizing, she opened the PosTube website to check the new video data released yesterday.

——【Error: This account has been banned.】

The red warning that suddenly popped up on the screen made Yutenji Wakami stand there in a daze, his fingers hovering above the keyboard, and he forgot what to do for a moment.

She blinked in confusion, thinking she had misread it. She hit refresh again, and the same warning appeared again.

"How is this going?"

Yutenji Wakamaki frowned and quickly opened his backup account.

The same warning came into view.

Her heartbeat began to accelerate, and an ominous premonition spread in her heart.

"impossible..."

Her voice began to tremble, and her fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard, logging into her third account - a small account that she only used to watch videos and almost never spoke.

——【Error: This account has been banned.】

Cold sweat began to seep out of Yutenji Wakami's back.

She stood up suddenly, put her hands on the table, and stared at the screen.

This is not a coincidence, someone is targeting her!

With trembling fingers, he took out his phone and opened the PosTube app.

——[Your account has been permanently banned for violating community guidelines. 】

Yutenji Wakamu's face turned pale in an instant, as if all the blood had been drained away.

Her lips opened and closed silently, but no sound came out.

She desperately opened other social media apps, only to have her last hopes shattered time and time again.

Every time I open an app, I see the same cold ban notification.

“No…No no no!”

Yutenji Wakamu's legs went limp and she fell into a chair.

Her main account has nearly 400,000 followers, and is the result of her hard work over several years.

All collaborations and all sources of income are based on these accounts.

And now, they are all gone, as if they had never existed.

Her chest heaved violently, and her breathing became rapid and painful.

With trembling fingers, I dialed the platform's customer service number, but all I got was a mechanical voice message.

"This can't be an accident..." she muttered, her voice almost hoarse.

Yutenji Wakamu's brain began to work frantically, trying to find the reason for all this.

She did not violate any community guidelines or post any controversial content. It is no coincidence that so many platforms banned her account at the same time.

"Unless someone..."

My thoughts suddenly froze at this moment.

Yutenji Wakamu raised his head suddenly, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

A face appeared clearly in her mind - Shoko Toyokawa who looked at her with cold eyes in the rehearsal room.

That seemingly mild concession at the meeting suddenly seemed so ridiculous.

"It's her...it must be her..."

Fear surged into his heart like a tide, chilling him to the bone. Yutenji Wakamugi recalled what Toyokawa Shoko had said in the rehearsal room that day:

"You have no right to reason with me."

At the time, she thought it was just a harsh remark made in the heat of the moment. Now she understood that it was not a threat, but a statement of fact.

The phone fell to the ground with a dull thud. Yutenji Wakamu trembled all over, and his vision went black.

Who exactly is Toyokawa Shoko?

How could a high school student have such ability to have all mainstream platforms ban her account within a few hours?

Even celebrities can't do this!

Unless... there is a force behind her that is powerful enough to control capital.

Thinking of this, Yutenji Wakamai felt an unprecedented fear.

She once arrogantly thought that Toyokawa Shoko was just a willful rich girl who could be used and manipulated by her.

Now she understood that she had been fighting against an unknown behemoth.

"It's over... It's all over..."

Yutenji Wakamu sat slumped on the ground, his arms hanging limply at his sides.

All her plans, all her ambitions, her entire future, vanished in just a few hours.

——What should she do?

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Chapter 47 You are not Ruoye Mu, right? (Five in one)

Inside the piano room, the spots of light falling on the keys flickered with the clouds passing by outside the window.

Kujo Renji sat on the piano stool, and the music score spread out in front of him was already densely marked by him.

His blue hair fell over the piano keys as he lowered his head, his amber eyes focused and calm.

His fingers moved across the keys, and a melody flowed out from his fingertips.

——Wrong.

Kujo Renji frowned and paused. This was the twelfth time he had played the same passage incorrectly.

To be honest, it is much more difficult than simply studying to practice enough to perform on stage in such a short time instead of just rehearsing and muddling through like last time.

After all, learning ability is indeed related to many things. In addition, Kujo Renji has a good IQ, so it is easy to improve. But piano is different. Piano requires time to accumulate.

He sighed, put his fingers back on the keys, and began playing again.

Those notes jumped as if they had life, but they could never connect perfectly according to his will.

The touch of the fingertips, the strength of the wrist, the arc of the arm - there are too many details that need to be coordinated to achieve quick results through ingenuity alone.

"It seems that geniuses aren't geniuses in every aspect."

Toyokawa Shoko's voice rang out in the space of consciousness.

"I'm doing this for you."

Kujo Renji sneered, his fingers pausing above the keys: "If you say anything more, I'll go on strike."

In the space of consciousness, Toyokawa Shoko rarely failed to refute immediately.

She watched Kujo Renji practice quietly, and although she didn't want to admit it, she was indeed grateful for his efforts.

Kujo Renji started playing again, and the sound of the piano echoed in the empty piano room.

This time, the difficult passage finally flowed out smoothly from his fingertips. Although it was not perfect, it was a clear improvement.

"Over at Yutenji Wakami..." Toyokawa Shoko suddenly spoke, a hint of hesitation in her voice, "What are you going to do next?"

Kujo Renji's fingertips tapped lightly on the keys, producing a few scattered notes.

"It depends on her attitude."

He said softly, not realizing that he had already "controlled" the other party:

"Given her personality...I'm not sure this will completely convince her."

"That doesn't mean..."

"But at least she won't cause any trouble during the tour," Kujo Renji interrupted her worries, as if to reassure Toyokawa Shoko: "Now that she has lost her identity as an online blogger, she needs the Ave Mujica platform more than ever."

Of course, they also want to gain their own unique benefits from it more than ever before.

He did not care about the other party's greed and evil intentions, because he knew very well that people are most easily tamed when they are at their weakest.

Toyokawa Shoko was silent for a moment, as if digesting this cold logic.

"What about Mu?"

She finally asked the question she was most concerned about, with a tone that was difficult to conceal.

"Why do you think she didn't come today? Is she really just not feeling well?"

Kujo Renji's fingers stopped in mid-air, and a hint of doubt flashed in his amber eyes.

Wakaba Mu...is the person he can't understand the most.

Of all the members of Ave mujica, Wakaba Mujica's attitude is the strangest.

First, she directly questioned his identity, and then she avoided contact with him several times in a row, as if she was playing a weird cat-and-mouse game.

She clearly came that day. Hachiman Kailing said in person that she met her downstairs, but she left directly in the middle of the visit. Could it be that she was really unwell?

But why didn’t you send any message?

Kujo Renji frowned slightly and tapped his knuckles lightly on the keys.

Ruoye Mu's behavior logic is very unreasonable, just like he is a mentally ill patient.

He recalled those brief encounters, and there was always some emotion in Ruo Yemu's quiet golden eyes that he could not understand.

Her every move and every word seemed like a carefully calculated performance, but her purpose was elusive.

It is undeniable that Kujo Renji felt a little frustrated with her.

It's not just the loss of more than 10,000 yen and the lack of progress, but also because this is one of the few people that Kujo Renji has met who cannot use logical judgment.

Generally speaking, people act with a purpose—greed, fear, ambition, or simply self-preservation.