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"what?"

Li Xi clenched her fists. She didn't want to glare at Qiansui, but she also felt that something would be wrong if she didn't glare at him, so she gritted her teeth and said to the ornamental tree on the roadside:

"Look! Of course I will! I want to see just how good my sister is. I swear I will work even harder next time!"

"Really? That's great, you're worthy of being my little Lixi."

"What do you mean by yours?! What do you mean by yours?! I'm not yours! I..."

Li Xi was noisy, but this time Qiansui did not argue with her like before.

She listened quietly to Li Xi talk about his ideals, his pursuits, and his expectations.

This is what she needs to hear most.

This is what Tachibana Shiina really looks like!

Qiansui held Lixi's hand, not giving him any chance to struggle.

They held hands again.

These ten days were just to tear off Li Xi's hazy veil and make Li Xi completely give up his initial self-esteem.

From now on! It is a process of Li Xi, whose flesh and blood were dug out, growing back into flesh and blood.

She could be a good medicine for Qiansui, making every inch of Lixi's new flesh and blood soaked with her Qiansui's scent.

"Pfft."

Chitose smiled, without even noticing it herself.

"This is so interesting, little Lixi, you are such a little fool."

Ch51. Hey! Why are you so obsessed with me?

"Let me help you with your laundry. You can just take it off at the door."

"Xiao Sui, what should I wear?"

"Huh? What are you wearing? Of course you're not wearing anything! You're not allowed to wear it! Even if you were, I'd take it off for you."

"what?"

"What are you laughing at? If you laugh again, I'll go help you take a shower! We're already close friends, stop pretending to be shy! If you keep pretending, I'll rip your clothes off and you won't be able to go home! You big idiot, you piece of shit!"

"Ah... that's right."

It’s been a week since my last ordinary little performance.

Lixi rarely goes back to her own home anymore. After reporting to Chitose, she successfully stayed at Chitose's house and lived and ate with him.

My parents have no objection, and neither does my sister.

They all seemed to know what Li Xi was thinking, but who knew if they did.

Lixi didn't care. She just wanted to write something better, at least something worthy of the music score that Qiansui tailored for her.

They have only known each other for a month, but they have gradually become part of each other's lives.

"I also need to practice singing. I must learn this!"

"Okay! You must learn this!"

"I need to learn how to quickly get inspiration! I must learn this too!"

"Okay! You must learn this too!"

"besides!"

"what else!"

"I also need... well, I also need a good theme! I need Xiaosui to help me think of it."

If it were someone else, no matter how much she cherished that person, Li Xi would not be so frank.

But Chitose was different… Chitose was very special. Li Xi couldn't explain it clearly.

She tried to hold her chin but she couldn't find the gentle touch that Qiansui had when he held her chin.

What's missing? It's all hands!

"Shall I think about it?"

Putting down the book "Self-cultivation of a Guitar Master" in her hand, Chitose Noshiro looked at Tachibana who was naked in front of the crimson wall.

Pfft, so cute! So soft and bouncy.

But Li Xi had no expression on his face.

Could it be because I was not wearing any clothes and had been with the other person for a long time?

Noshiro Chitose covered herself with a blanket, though it did little to conceal her.

"Just [keep a straight face]."

"Huh? What is this?"

"How would I know? I'm asking you to write a song now. It should have a deadpan feeling, a touch of sadness and despair, and at the same time, a glimmer of hope. Go ahead and write it."

"..."

"It's quite challenging, right? If not, let's try another one."

"That's it. I can do it."

Lixi found her panda notebook from under the bed and tried hard to recall every little thing she had experienced, seen and heard in her life.

What to write, write...

"If you can't write it, start with onomatopeia?" Li Xi's long hair was tied up by Qiansui. The two of them sat on the floor and thought about things, as if they had returned to the primitive society.

"For example? It seems like there are indeed bands that find their creative inspiration from collisions."

"Like 'We'll Rock You' by Queen."

"Yes! That's it. So if we want to create something, what words should we start with?"

"Use, the sound of the sun bubbling."

"what is this?"

"That's the sound of the sun bubbling," Chitose wrapped herself in a blanket, walked to the balcony and pointed at the orange planet in the sky that seemed like it would never fall.

"Listen, isn't that giant orange-yellow bubble ball constantly spitting out small corona bubbles? The sound of those bubbles bursting is what I want to express."

"So, what should the sound be like?"

"とぅるるるとぅるるるとぅるる,"

(Durrulurrulurrulurrulu.)

"puff…"

"What are you laughing at? This is very serious and solemn! Be careful if you get caught by a bubble from the sun, I won't save you."

"My mistake. Um... How should I write this paragraph?"

"Think about it yourself!"

Chitose quickly closed the curtains, put her blanket over Riki's head, and then climbed into bed contentedly.

"cut…"

"Hehe, little Lixi is obsessed with me, right? You've been covering your head with a blanket soaked in my scent for so long without taking it off. Do you like me that much?"

"I'm not...wait, wait wait!"

A moment of coldness flashed through Shiina Riki's brain, and something strange began to take root.

“That’s the first lyric I’m going to write!”

Write:

[Hey! Why are you obsessed with me? We only met once.]

Just one sentence, but it made Li Xi feel like he had found a treasure.

"Oh right, add the words just now!"

【とぅるるるとぅるるるとぅるる，】

(Durrulu, dulpulu, dulpulu,)

Hmm... a few more words, write:

【ねぇ、どうしてprivateが好きなの，】

(Hey, why are you obsessed with me?)

【Once upon a time, I will meet you once,】

(It was only a brief encounter.)

"Huhu, this is so well written. I... am not right."

Li Xi took a closer look and found that it seemed to be electric waves.

This should be the favorite of the radio wave system, the public cannot accept or recognize the favorite words...

"No, I have to tear it off! I..." Li Xi pressed the left side of the notebook. When she was about to tear off the right side, a pair of dexterous hands quickly stopped her action.

"Don't move! Let me see! How could you destroy your own creativity on your own initiative? Say sorry to the draft!"

"Feel sorry…"

It was Chitose who now held up the notebook. Turning on the light, she began to seriously savor Riki's writing under the glow.

Her pupils grew larger as she read, and she contentedly closed the book and opened it again, reading it three or four times before returning it without regret.

"Honestly, I never tire of any of your lyrics, but I particularly love these few today! Hehe, they're very well written, please keep up the good work!"

"Is this true? Obviously..."

"That's awesome, idiot! Has it been so long since I called you a loser that you've lost your confidence? Are you some kind of masochist?"

Noshiro Chitose gave Shiina Riki a fierce look.

Although - in Lixi's opinion, this is just being cute.

"Shall I continue writing then?"

"Write! You must write! You write first and I'll go out and buy a bass."

"What do you need that for?"

"Learn to apply it. I've been learning guitar for a long time. I need to use other instruments to inspire the great Noshiro Chitose's thinking! You wait here, I'll be back soon~"

Qiansui kissed Li Xi's cheek before leaving.

"!!!!!!"

"What are you doing!"

Shiina Riki, why are you acting like a sissy? Why is your face so red?

"This is a little gift for you. Let the kiss stay home with you instead of me."

Chitose kissed the other side with mischievous intent, and Lixi had just enough time to dodge.

That's the way it is.

Ch52. Drunkard Port and the Simulated Xiangzi

Li Xi's changes are really huge...

Chitose flipped through the lyrics written by Tatsuki Shiina.

One, two, three poems... I ended up writing a whole book just to try my hand at it.

Most of them are like poems, some sentences are very wonderful, while others are so boring that they seem to be just to make up the numbers.