MyGO? The string value monster craves the band girl!

Xianjuan Wei immediately took out his cell phone and sent a message to Bailu Qiansheng, the person he was most familiar with in PP.

"Xiao Qiansheng, if you don't want PP to disband, come to my office before tomorrow night."

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Before I let everyone smile, I have to laugh first - confronting Qiansheng, a woman with a bit of a sinister heart, can make Xianjuan Wei happy both physically and mentally.

Tips: Sorry, these 11 abstract episodes have drained my brain, and I can’t think of anything else to continue exploding today. Smith Marseille

Before the Chicken and Dog Era: The setting arrangement after the 11th episode of the hen card

1. The tone of this book is MyGO fan fiction (maybe). Now it makes me want to write more about the old group to avoid the hen card, but judging from the subscription, most people are still here for the chicken and dog, so I still have to write more about what everyone wants to read. After all, your popularity before MyGO was indeed limited compared to Lubian.

2. So there is only Chuhua in this world, not Hatsune. Chuhua is just an islander cat who came to Tokyo to find Xiaoxiang.

3. Although most books are now cutting the hen card, no matter the author, readers will inevitably think of WSD's low-quality secondary creation as their first impression. The most direct manifestation is that sitting back in the Maybach and a series of abstract operations on the C group seriously affected Xiangzi's basic popularity. He went from working Xiao Xiang to "It turns out that the rich sister can go back to the Maybach at any time."

The problem is not that as long as the author cuts off from the Hen Card and writes according to the previous work, the readers will automatically forget all memories related to the Hen Card, so it is better to try to minimize the appearance of Xiangzi.

4. I can't mess with your Fengchuan Group. Everyone used to think Fengchuan's boss was a strong entrepreneur. So you're also a son-in-law? Now the enemy situation is unclear. Chuhua's "168 billion loss is a accusation of Zhongdeng saying something wrong" may just be a self-perception filter, but now the result is that I don't have the heart to torture Zhongdeng.

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5. Most people read books in silence, but it is easy for the author to be misled if he only reads those who are willing to speak up, so please vote: should he write more about the old group or should he focus on chickens and dogs?

6. Given that your country's worldview is filled with the scent of oranges, it may sometimes cause misunderstandings that lead to lesbian relationships.

I can only say: I don't have any lesbian tendencies, and the characters I write don't have any subjective lesbian intentions, so please don't over-interpret our friendship.

7. There won’t really be anyone (mainly me) who reads band anime fan fiction just for the music, right?

Twisted, bloodthirsty, and educational relationships between characters are all reasons I want to read other fan fiction (please add if there are others).

But music is not an attraction for me, and I am not good at it, so I will just briefly mention the parts related to specific music or performances.

Chapter 88 Don’t Call Me President Anymore

Some popular idols would say, "It would be bad if people recognized them and blocked traffic," while dressing up as if they had "Idol Star Travel Arrival" written all over their faces.

As a result, after wandering around the streets for a long time, I could only get curious and evasive looks from others when they saw my strange clothes.

Even if some idols try to cover up and make themselves look normal and ordinary as much as possible, they are still inevitably suspected and seen through by passers-by.

After finishing today's morning classes, Shiraishi Chisei, who is already a college student, was recognized twice by fans on the spot while taking the tram and walking to an agency. After struggling to deal with it, she finally arrived at the first-floor front desk of the agency.

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Bai Lu Qiansheng took off his sunglasses to the receptionist at the front desk, introduced himself, and was led to the president's office. He had already come up with the title of a light novel in his mind:

About the brother of my roommate's teammate becoming my president

After receiving the somewhat nonsensical message from Xianjuanwei last night, "If you don't want PP to disband, come to my office tomorrow", Qiansheng's first reaction was that although the brother Xianjuanxin's tone sometimes sounded unreliable, his words would not be aimless.

In other words, even though it may sound outrageous at times, you'd better take every word he says as the truth.

After confirming that the other party was available to answer the call, Bai Lu Qiansheng made a direct voice call and then received shocking news.

The agency that made them lip-sync right when they debuted, and after they finally regained some popularity, wanted to make them lip-sync again, only to be pushed back by the united PP band in the end... actually sold them out!

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Although Qiansheng has always been a very realistic person and as a child star she is no stranger to all kinds of operating methods in the entertainment industry, the fact that the agency actually directly sold all the contracts of the PP band and them was beyond Qiansheng's imagination.

PP has clearly gotten over the lows of their debut and their popularity is steadily growing. Generally speaking, for a band that's on the rise and seems far from reaching its peak, even if the agency is selling it, it shouldn't be at this time...

However, after hearing Xian Juanwei's words on the other end of the phone, "I was extorted from a huge sum of money by your firm that should have gone bankrupt long ago. Xiao Qiansheng, you guys have to work hard to help me get my money back as soon as possible," Qiansheng felt that he had roughly guessed what had happened before.

Although taking over the firm run by a friend sounded like a pleasant thing, Qiansheng's experience since childhood told her that it was hard to say.

Entering the president's office, Qiansheng saw Xianjuan Wei already waiting there and raised his hand to her.

Today, Bai Lu Qiansheng wore a black shirt and a white jacket, which was quite simple compared to the performance clothes of PP band during their live performances.

"Long time no see, Wei-kun."

Qiansheng sat down opposite the desk, and Xianjuanwei immediately poured her a cup of black tea and handed it to her.

"Welcome~ Little Qiansheng, would you like to try my cooking?"

Xianjuan Wei made an inviting gesture.

Qiansheng caught a glimpse of the instant black tea bag placed next to the table out of the corner of his eye, and muttered to himself, "It's indeed something that the person from the Xianjuan family can do."

After picking up the teacup and taking a sip, he found that the taste was exactly as expected. In the end, Qiansheng responded against his will, "It tastes good."

"The last time we met, I witnessed Wei-jun getting engaged in front of me; this time, it was because of the transfer of Pastel*Palettes."

Qiansheng spoke with a helpless expression on his face.

"Wei Jun is really... unexpected things always happen around you."

Xianjuan Wei also took a sip of her tea, holding the cup and smiling, "Because my agency is still lacking a strong and legitimate girl band, I just remembered that everyone from Pastel*Palettes was not very happy in their previous agency, so I invited Xiao Qiansheng and you guys to come."

"Although there are always haters who say that Pastel*Palettes is a fringe band that likes to lip-sync, but when you debuted, you were able to hold your own in front of thousands of people at a concert. I believe that your ability today is definitely not a problem."

Bai Lu Qiansheng's grip on the teacup stiffened, and he narrowed his eyes, revealing a dangerous smile: "You don't have to say the first half of this sentence, Wei Jun."

However, Qiansheng was not angry about this, but felt much more relaxed instead.

The heir of the Genmaki family would say that such low EQ remarks could only be intentional. Obviously, the other party still wanted to communicate with him based on the relationship between "Genmaki's brother and friend" rather than the interest relationship between the president and his idols.

That’s good…

Qiansheng put down his teacup, his purple eyes filled with inquiry and curiosity. "But Roselia has also signed with an agency. In terms of musical ability, we are still a little behind them. Why didn't Weijun invite them?"

"I'm afraid that Youxi will put pressure on me." Xianjuan Wei answered immediately.

"...Huh?" Bai Lu Qiansheng leaned back and took a breath of cold air.

"In short, there's no need to worry too much about PP's various event arrangements. As a friend, I certainly didn't invite you all here to hide you."

Xian Juanwei extended his hand to Bai Lu Qiansheng. Qiansheng's eyebrows twitched, but he still extended his hand and shook it to reach a consensus.

Xian Juanwei looked at Qiansheng, who seemed a little uneasy, smiled and asked, "Little Qiansheng, are you worried?"

Qiansheng was silent for a moment, then faced Xianjuanwei's sincere gaze. Finally, he sighed and gave an explanation: "Maybe it's because it was too sudden..."

"When we were doing a live together not long ago, my heart was still talking about you in the UK."

"When I met Wei-kun again, a proposal happened right in front of me."

"And then, today, everyone suddenly has to call Wei-kun the president again..."

"stop!"

Xian Juanwei raised his hand to stop Qian Sheng and said seriously:

"Everyone in PP is a friend that Xin and I value, so don't call me president. Otherwise, if I get angry, I'll ask Xiao Qiansheng to calm down in the basement."

As expected, he suddenly said something very shocking. This person realized that he had not changed at all in this regard...

Bai Lu Qiansheng seemed to feel the cold wind blowing across his forehead. This person was really like, as always, whether he cared about being by his side or not was like two different states:

"Hehe...Okay, Wei-kun."

"It seems that Wei-jun doesn't quite understand the mentality of artists facing this kind of thing."

Xianjuan Wei thought for a moment, and finally gave up thinking.

"Please ask Xiao Qiansheng to teach me."

"Hmm..." Bai Lu Qiansheng crossed his arms over his chest, leaning slightly against the back of the chair. He looked much more relaxed than when he first entered.

"Weijun, what do you think, as an artist, if you suddenly find out you've been traded out of an agency, and the other party is the scion of a conglomerate whose family's daily income is countless times greater than the agency's annual revenue, what kind of worries would you have?"

Xian Juanwei put himself in the other person's shoes and thought about it for a moment, then frowned: "Are you worried that the other party has other intentions?"

Bailu Qiansheng reached out and touched his forehead.

Although this answer might not be wrong if given to someone else, this is definitely not what she is worried about!

Chapter 89 I Can Take Charge of Your Life

Qiansheng's voice sounded low and serious: "What I'm most worried about is that the other party has no intention of taking this career seriously. I don't know when he will get tired of it and abandon everyone else and leave..."

"You're right, Wei Jun. You're really not very good at considering other people's needs."

This kind of self-indulgent attitude seems to be exactly the same as the heart...

Looking at Xianjuan Wei's confused expression as if to say "this is nothing to worry about", Bailu Qiansheng decided to give him some advice on this matter.

"Weijun, what happened to Xiaomu? Did you find out what she thought about this marriage?"

"She..."

Xian Juanwei nodded and looked at the black tea in the cup, trying to figure out Ruo Yemu's performance over the past few days, and said leisurely:

"Xiao Mu is rather dull in this regard, or perhaps it can be said that she has no idea? As long as I fulfill my promise to her..."

"No way!" Qiansheng raised his palms, patted his arms rhythmically, closed his eyes, and looked like an incorrigible child.

"Although specific thoughts vary from person to person, if I were in her shoes and was suddenly proposed to by Wei Jun... I mean if."

"I'm afraid I'll be so anxious that even my sleep will be affected."

Qiansheng raised his hand and rubbed his temples, which had been a little sore due to anxiety since last night.

"At least, I should have a clearer understanding of my own identity..."

"If a normal person were in Xiao Mu's shoes, they would inevitably worry that since you made a promise so suddenly, you might change your mind after your excitement subsided."

"As for us... I don't have any objections to Wei-jun, but no one thinks that Wei-jun will continue to run the firm as his main business, right?"

Qiansheng lowered his voice:

"Wei Jun's identity...it's hard to give people a long-term sense of security."

Xian Juanwei looked down at the table between them, his fingers stroking it, as if he was lost in silent thought.

Even Qian Sheng, who once wanted to cut ties and go solo after the lip-syncing scandal, has now inevitably been infected with the lifelong virus, and it seems that it has reached the late stage?

Already... in a workplace where people come and go like a revolving door, do you yearn for the long-term sense of security given by others?

But for her former firm, who could be more reliable than who?

Qiansheng looked at Xianjuan Wei quietly. Since the other party had already reached a deal with the original agency, she hoped that Xianjuan Wei would treat everyone in Pastel*Palettes with a more serious attitude after mutual understanding.

For Xianjuan Wei, PP may just be a band introduced to fill vacancies in the agency, but for them, it is a home where they are happy as long as they are with their partners and they hope it will continue forever.

Since Hexian Juanwei can be considered a friend, some things that are not suitable to be said to the president from a purely workplace social perspective can be reminded as a friend.

Xian Juanwei placed his left hand on his right wrist, raised his head and looked into Qian Sheng's eyes:

"Qiansheng, am I not trustworthy?"

"Hmm? No, of course I believe in Wei-kun's character, but you can't always treat this firm as your main business, right?"

"Do you think that those who consider the agency their entire life will take their artists more seriously and work hard to maintain their long-term value?"

Qiansheng felt that Xianjuan Wei's calm gaze at her seemed to be burning her face, and then she slightly shifted her gaze away.

Xian Juanwei saw that she didn't reply, nor did she ask any further questions. She just tapped the table with her fingers:

"The previous president of this agency took the money and left after I quoted her a price. The artist's contract and future... were not that important compared to the retirement money that would last her until the end of her life."

"She's a model president who treats artists well and works very hard, but is she really more reliable than me?"

"Yes, I may have to take on more responsibilities and careers for the Xianjuan family in a few years, and it's impossible for me to play around with the agency forever, but I will continue to pay attention to you, and the people who actually run the agency in the future will not treat you badly."

Taking out his cell phone from his pocket, Xianjuanwei pulled out the dynamic video of HHW band's first performance in Africa that he had shared with Qiansheng a few days ago.

The cell phone was placed between the two of them, playing music from an open-air performance.

"Qiansheng, to everyone in the HHW band, I will take responsibility for their lives, because they have left the most beautiful memories with me. Do you believe it?"

Qiansheng looked at the video of Hanane playing drums and Xun playing guitar, and nodded slightly: "Of course."

"So... since I've seriously invited everyone from Pastel*Palettes here, I'll also take responsibility for your lives."

"Do you know what you're saying? It means that for Pastel*Palettes, even if you're no longer managing the agency, you still have to realize Xiaocai's and everyone's dreams."

Qiansheng's eyes became serious and solemn as he looked at Xianjuan Wei who was calmly making a promise.

Xian Juanwei nodded slowly, his voice sounding unwavering.

"Qiansheng, do you think I'm not qualified or capable enough to take on the responsibility of the souls of PP besides everyone at HHW?"

Qiansheng clenched his fists and sighed deeply: