Glacier sister, don't want to be a sandwich

Aoba Mocha looked up at them, with her usual lazy smile on her lips, just as she swallowed the last bite of chocolate snail.

She casually patted the remaining bread crumbs on her hands and continued in a long tone: "No~ Ran-chan hasn't come yet~"

Ba Ze put down the drumstick in his hand, glanced at the two of them, raised his eyebrows slightly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Look at you, how far have you run?"

While panting, Fei Ma Li forcefully unzipped the bass bag, as if trying to unload the heavy burden as quickly as possible, muttering, "I'm in such a hurry... The bass is so heavy, I feel like my shoulders are going to break."

Aoba Moka leaned on the sofa, swinging his legs lazily, a mischievous smile on his lips, holding the guitar in both hands, and deliberately dragged out his words, his tone light and with a hint of teasing:

"But~ now, Himari-chan, I don't have to worry about the calories in the dessert I ate the day before yesterday, right?"

As soon as the words fell, Fei Mali's face instantly turned red to her ears, as if Mocha's words had accurately hit her soft spot.

She straightened up suddenly, and the bass bag almost fell to the ground after being thrown away by her. She held the shoulder straps tightly with both hands and glared at Mocha. The blush on her face was more obvious than the blush from running just now. There was panic and a hint of cute embarrassment in her voice:

"Mocha-chan! I'm not worried at all!"

Mocha narrowed his eyes, the smile on his lips growing stronger. He pretended to be suddenly enlightened and continued to tease her with exaggerated words, his voice full of playful tenderness:

"Eh~? Really? But Mocha-chan said she wanted to bring some bread to Himari-chan the other day, but Himari-chan immediately and firmly refused~"

She deliberately dragged out the word "firm", her tone full of joking, and imitated the way Fei Mali refused at that time.

Fei Mali was suddenly a little panicked. She opened her mouth but couldn't find a suitable explanation. The blush on her face became even more intense, like cherry blossom petals dyed by the sun.

She stammered and retorted, her voice unconsciously rising a few degrees:

“That’s because…that’s because…”

Before he could finish his words, the door of the practice room was pushed open, and the door hinges made a slight creaking sound.

Mi Zhulan walked in carrying her guitar. She glanced at the cheerful yet slightly chaotic atmosphere in the room, raised her eyebrows slightly, and was obviously a little overwhelmed by the lively scene.

"Did I miss something?"

Tomoe waved his hand. "No, I didn't miss anything. Now that Lan is here, it's perfect. We can start training."

"Hmm?" Mizukami still felt a little confused. Just as she was about to ask something, Feimali suddenly pushed her and pushed her straight to the center of the practice room.

"Alright, Ran-chan, let's start training!"

Feimali lowered her head, not daring to look directly into Lan's eyes.

Lan was stunned by the push, and her doubts grew even more intense. An idea emerged in her mind:

"...Is the heating on too high? Why is Fei Mali's face so red?"

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After the simple training, the Circle staff came to remind them that the appointment time had ended.

Everyone in Afterglow was packing up their instruments in an orderly manner.

Suddenly, Tomoe Ueda's cell phone vibrated in his bag, and a crisp ringtone broke the silence of the practice room.

She casually pulled out her cell phone from the drumstick bag, and the screen lit up, showing the familiar caller's name.

Tomoe's expression softened for a moment, a bright smile forming on the corners of her mouth. She swiped the answer button decisively, her voice carrying her usual bright and clear tone:

"Hello? Um... yeah! Okay! Of course, no problem!"

There was a sense of cheerfulness and joy in her tone, as if the content on the other end of the phone made her particularly happy.

Moka looked up curiously, tilting her head to look at Tomoe with a lazy interest in her eyes.

After Tomoe hung up the phone, he clapped his hands and spoke cheerfully in the practice room:

"Everyone!"

Her voice instantly attracted everyone in Afterglow. They all stopped what they were doing and looked at her.

"Azi said she wanted to bring her friends to watch our training."

As soon as the words fell, the practice room fell silent for a second, and then—

"Eh!!!!"

Aside from Moka, Ran, Himari, and Tugumi exclaimed almost in unison.

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When Lan Jiang didn't have red highlights, her hair was still short.

Ag seemed so innocent in junior high school, so why was Lan called a bad boy when he reached high school?

Chapter 100 Afterglow and Cat

The next day, it was still in the familiar Circle practice room.

Tsugumi Hanezawa stood in the middle of the practice room, her hands clenched into fists, looking a little nervous.

She paced back and forth, not fast but with high frequency. In just a few minutes, she had circled in front of Mocha at least a dozen times.

"What should I do... I have absolutely no experience."

Sitting on the sofa, Aoba Moka was holding a guitar, leaning lazily against the back of the chair, with her legs swinging casually.

She squinted her eyes and watched the thrush circling continuously, a relaxed smile on her lips, her tone as lazy as ever, with her unique long tail tone:

"Mocha thinks~Thrush, don't be so nervous~"

As she spoke, she casually plucked the guitar strings, making a few light chords.

Tomoe Ueda was arranging the drum set. After hearing their conversation, he laughed heartily and turned the drumsticks flexibly in his hands.

"Haha, I think so too. You don't have to worry too much, Thrush. Besides, haven't you already met them once?"

Tsugumi Hazawa bit her lower lip and muttered softly:

"But this is different, this is the first time we've met... the fans!"

She paused mid-sentence, as if realizing something, and quickly shook her head, correcting herself:

"No...I don't think I'm a fan!"

Her expression switched back and forth between confusion and annoyance, making her look particularly adorable.

Mocha couldn't help but chuckle, the corners of his eyes curved into crescents, his tone still gentle and lazy:

"Hey~ Whether you're a fan or not, Tutu just needs to be herself."

"I also think there's no need for you to be so nervous, little Thrush."

Uehara Himari comforted her, "We'll have to perform on stage eventually, and we'll have to face even more fans. Isn't it just right to get used to it now?"

Mi Zhulan walked over with a guitar on her back. Her movements were quick and decisive, and her expression was as calm and composed as ever.

She leaned gently against the wall of the practice room, her hands in her pockets, her expression as calm as the surface of water without a ripple, and uttered in a low and concise voice:

"Just be as usual (いつも通り)."

"Eh? Ran-chan was surprised yesterday too, wasn't she~"

She deliberately stretched out her tone, puncturing Mei Zhulan's seemingly cold image.

Mizukani frowned slightly, glanced at Mocha sideways, and continued to lower her head to connect the effects pedal.

Seeing this, Mocha continued to joke:

"Ran-chan~ You must be very nervous, right?"

Mei Zhulan finally raised her head, her expression still calm, she just curled her lips slightly and said coldly:

"No."

However, the slightly reddish color on the tips of her ears betrayed her mood, which was so subtle that it was not noticeable unless you looked closely.

Mocha couldn't help but burst out laughing, waved his hands, and lazily leaned back on the sofa, with a smile on his face.

"Well~ Ran-chan is shy~."

Mei Zhulan's face instantly became more rosy, like a cherry bathed in the summer afternoon sun, and even her neck was slightly pink.

She bit her lower lip and tried to keep a calm expression, but the blush on the tips of her ears became more and more obvious, completely betraying her mood.

Finally, under Moka's "victorious" gaze, Meizhulan could no longer hold back. She stood up straight, blushing and shouting loudly. Her voice was more calm and low than usual, with a hint of panic:

"Mocha!!"

Her voice echoed in the practice room, carrying a hint of unwillingness and shame, like a kitten with its fur standing on end, both fierce and hilarious.

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It wasn't just everyone at Afterglow who was nervous.

Bingchuan Yuege stood at the entrance of Circle, looking up at the eye-catching sign, her heart beating inexplicably faster.

"This is my first time at the Live House... What should I do? Can elementary school students come in here?"

She muttered softly, her tone unable to conceal her nervousness, as if she was worried that she would be stopped at the door at any second.

"It might work……"

Su Shi answered quietly, with a hint of hesitation in her tone.

As soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't help but glance at the door of the store, as if looking for a sign with an age limit.

Takamatsu Deng stood behind the two of them, holding his songbook tightly and looking around cautiously.

"It's okay." Hachiman Kailing's tone was very firm.

When Yue Ge heard this, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Hai Ling, his eyebrows slightly raised, with a bit of curiosity and confusion in his eyes.

"Hai Ling, have you been here before?"

"This is my first time here too," Hai Ling shook her head, "but..."

Before she finished speaking, she raised her hand and pointed to the transparent glass beside her.

There was a little white-haired girl sitting inside. She looked about the same age as them. She was sitting quietly in the window seat, eating a cup of matcha parfait in her hand.

"Since she can get in, so can we."

"Hehe! Don't worry, with the Great Demon Princess Ayako here, any Live House is no problem!" Ayako announced confidently.

With this rather childish declaration, the girls' nervousness completely dissipated.

They stepped forward and opened the door in front of them.

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"Lena, I'm going to talk about something, just stay inside and be nice."

Tsuzuki Shifune leaned over, his tone gentle but with unquestionable firmness, his eyes gently falling on the white-haired little girl in front of him.

She slightly adjusted the collar on Lenai's shoulders, as if giving instructions to a kitten that was about to be temporarily "boarded".

Originally, Shichuan had only received an invitation to come and learn briefly about the operations of Circle. Unexpectedly, not long after he left the house, he found that his granddaughter Yao Lenai was following him stealthily, her white hair shining in the sunlight extremely conspicuous.

Faced with Lenai's stalking behavior, she was helpless and could only bring her into the circle, order a cup of matcha parfait and put it in her hand, and specifically asked the waitress to keep an eye on her for a while before leaving to handle business with peace of mind.

"Ok!"

Lenai nodded as a response to Shichuan, and her eyes never left Parfait from beginning to end.

She carefully scooped out a small spoonful, and the matcha ice cream melted slightly on the spoon, mixed with cream and candied beans. She put it into her mouth and chewed it carefully. Her brows relaxed slightly, and a hint of satisfaction appeared on her face.

However, a mere cup of matcha parfait is just a "small task" that can be completed in a few minutes for Yao Lena.

Before long, only a small amount of melted matcha ice cream and a few candied beans left in the corner were left in the goblet.

The events of Tsuzuki Poetry Ship have just begun. Le Na, who cannot go home yet, can only gradually shift her gaze away from the empty dessert and turn to the people coming and going in the Live House.

Just as her eyes accidentally swept across the entrance, a hint of green caught her attention.

A girl with blue hair who looked about the same age as her was cautiously pushing open the door and walking in with several companions.

Lenai looked at Yuege who walked in, tilted his head, half-closed his two-colored pupils, his eyes fixed on the blue-haired girl, and a cat-like smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

She uttered softly, "Interesting woman."