Glacier sister, don't want to be a sandwich

She changed the subject, her eyes fell on Xiao Deng, and her voice slowed down slightly, with a hint of tenderness:

"Xiao Deng didn't get the chance to sing on stage either."

Xiao Deng was slightly stunned when he heard this.

Yue Ge paused, took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked at everyone with a determined look.

"so……"

She deliberately prolonged the ending tone to whet everyone's appetite, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing her signature confident smile.

"I think... should we add another song!"

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If Xiaoxiang can't be used, we have to find another keyboard player.

Chapter 106 New Tracks

In the small activity room of the Astronomy Department, the sunlight from outside the window shines through the glass into the room in patches. A few sticky notes are scattered on the table, filled with crossed-out song titles, and a vague sense of irritation hangs in the air.

Yue Ge lay on the table, supporting her cheek with one hand, squeezing her cheek a little with her fingertips, and unconsciously turning a ballpoint pen with her other hand. The tip of the pen drew small arcs between her fingers, making a slight clicking sound.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, her lips were pursed, and she looked distressed, obviously making a difficult decision.

"That being said...but what new song should I choose?"

There was a hint of lazy resignation in her voice.

Xiao Deng sat upright next to her, with his hands placed neatly on his knees, but his eyes were attracted by the ballpoint pen turning in Yue Ge's hand. Like a focused kitten, his gaze followed the pen tip around and around.

Xiao Deng leaned forward slightly, with a hint of cautious expectation in her tone, her voice soft and sticky:

"Little star...isn't it okay?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air was briefly quiet for a moment, and the ballpoint pen in Yue Ge's hand also stopped and hung in the air.

She turned her head and stared at Xiao Deng with wide eyes, her expression frozen for a second.

Then, she forced a smile, the corners of her mouth twitching as she tried to squeeze out a hint of friendliness. Her voice was subtly awkward and helpless, as if she was trying to choose her words carefully, fearing to hurt Xiao Deng's enthusiasm.

"Hmm... although it's simple, but... it's too simple..."

She smiled stiffly, and looked at Su Shi and Hai Ling with a pleading look in her eyes, as if silently asking for help.

Seeing that the two of them didn't pay any attention to her request for help, after a brief pause, Yue Ge could only explain in a more euphemistic way:

"Besides...it seems like no one usually plays 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' at school festivals, right?"

When Xiao Deng heard Yue Ge's answer, the anticipation on his face gradually subsided. He lowered his head slightly, as if a small basin of cold water had been poured on him. His fingertips gently tapped the corner of the table, and his voice became soft and short:

"Yeah...that's right..."

She nodded, with a hint of loss in her expression, but not showing too much emotion.

The air fell into a brief silence again, with only the sound of the ballpoint pen rolling gently on the table.

Yue Ge looked at Xiao Deng's slightly lowered head and felt a little guilty. She turned to look at Su Shi and Hai Ling, trying to find the next topic from them to break the delicate atmosphere.

"So... does anyone have any other ideas?"

She shrugged, trying to sound more relaxed and get this "wonderful discussion" back on track.

Su Shi raised his head, still with a calm expression, gently pushed his glasses, and said lightly:

"At least choose a simpler song."

Yazi suddenly raised her hands excitedly, almost kicking over the chair, and shouted excitedly:

"How about trying a tune with dark magic? Like the kind that can awaken the power of the Great Demon Princess!"

Yuege sighed helplessly, her forehead throbbing slightly, as if she had become accustomed to Azi's immature speech. She raised her hand to support her forehead, a helpless smile curled up at the corner of her mouth, and her tone was a little weak and complaining:

"Ako... We're seriously discussing the school festival performance. Heavy metal music isn't the right time to perform."

Hai Ling sat calmly beside him, her hands folded on the table, her brows slightly furrowed. After thinking for a moment, she calmly offered a more practical suggestion:

"Are there any popular new songs released recently?"

Yue Ge nodded slightly at this suggestion, subconsciously tapping her chin with her finger as she fell into a brief moment of contemplation. The classroom was silent for a few seconds, with only the gentle ticking of the clock on the wall.

Suddenly, she clapped her hands, the sound resounding in the quiet space. As if a flash of inspiration had struck her, her eyes lit up instantly, and a confident smile appeared on her face:

"Hmm... Speaking of which, there seems to be a pretty good song recently!"

Her tone gradually became excited, and her eyes sparkled with anticipation, as if she was announcing an important discovery.

"FripSide's 'Only My Railgun', the theme song from 'A Certain Scientific Railgun'!"

As soon as the words fell, Hai Ling's eyebrows slightly raised. It was obvious that she was not unfamiliar with this name. A rare sense of recognition appeared at the corner of her mouth:

“That band!”

Obviously Hai Ling has a very high opinion of their songs.

However, as Yue Ge finished her words, the smile on her face gradually froze, as if she had suddenly realized something crucial. She frowned slightly, her fingertips tapping the table subconsciously, and her voice gradually slowed down, with a hint of hesitation and helplessness:

"But for this song... I think we're still missing a keyboard."

"The main composer of that band is the keyboardist. If we want to play it, we have to find a score without a keyboard or make some modifications," Hai Ling analyzed.

After listening to this, Yue Ge's smile gradually froze, as if she had been hit hard by reality. She forced a forced and slightly helpless smile, trying to mask the anxiety in her heart with optimism.

She slowly turned her head and her gaze fell on Ichinose Suyo, with an unspoken expectation in her eyes.

The only one here who didn't learn a musical instrument was Ichinose Suyo. Tsukuge looked at her just to ask if Suyo could practice the keyboard.

But it was obvious that Su Shi hadn't received Yue Ge's "eye signal." She lowered her head, intently flipping through the pages of her phone, her fingers slowly scrolling through the pages, completely unaware of Yue Ge's "cry for help."

Yue Ge's smile gradually froze and stood there, like a videotape that suddenly got stuck.

She blinked quietly, tried to hint with a stronger look, and even coughed secretly to attract Su Shi's attention.

However, Su Shi was still immersed in the mobile phone screen and had no intention of looking up.

Hai Ling didn't notice the situation of Yue Ge and Su Shi, and then added:

"But unfortunately, no one here seems to have sufficient knowledge of music theory to be able to make such an arrangement."

Hai Ling paused for a moment, seemingly unwilling to end her analysis. She narrowed her eyes slightly and continued:

"And if we were to find a keyboard player, we would also face several problems."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and rationally listed the items one by one with her fingers:

"First, do we need to re-practice a keyboard version of our original piece? Second, can Xiao Deng complete that song? After all, that piece... is quite difficult."

Having said that, her tone paused slightly, and her eyes slowly swept over everyone, finally landing on Yue Ge, with a little bit of self-evident meaning.

Obviously, she was waiting for the "temporary captain" to make the final decision.

Yue Ge's already loose posture on the table became even more relaxed, like a kitten hit hard by reality, lying powerlessly on the table, with his head buried in his arms, his forehead pressed against the table, a small ball of soft flesh squeezed out on the side of his face, his expression hopeless, as if his soul had left his body.

After a few seconds, she finally raised her head, her face filled with despair and helplessness. She forced a bitter smile, her tone sounding like a joke but also like a sincere admission of defeat. A muffled voice came from the table:

"Can I...take back what I said yesterday?"

She blinked her big helpless eyes, and her expression was very much like a primary school student who was kept after class by the teacher. There was a hint of pitiful help in her eyes.

"Let's just play one song..."

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Around 2013, the second season of A Certain Scientific Railgun was indeed very popular.

Chapter 107 Something is Wrong with Yue Ge (Wrong)

"I'm back!" Yue Ge shouted loudly as he took off his shoes, his voice a little hurried.

Her footsteps came hurriedly from the entrance, and she walked around the sofa and ran towards her room without looking back.

The mother, who had just stuck her head out of the kitchen, heard a loud bang as the door was slammed shut.

"Yue Ge...is this aroused by something?" Mom put down the knife in her hand, frowned slightly, and was obviously confused.

In the room, Yue Ge threw the schoolbag from her hand to the ground almost forcefully. The heavy package hit the floor with a dull "bang", as if even the air was shaken slightly.

The backpack was so full that it looked like it was filled with an entire library.

She unzipped her schoolbag, revealing a thick stack of music theory books inside - musical notation, chord analysis, the basics of arrangement... The titles alone made her feel dizzy.

She looked at the heavy books inside, then took out her wallet from her pocket, opened it gently, and looked at the empty money clip inside. A glimmer of despair appeared in her eyes.

It was light—lighter than she had imagined, with only a trace of residual air lingering within it.

She had been saving money for a long time, intending to use it to buy a guitar of her own, but now, those coins and banknotes that she had worked so hard to save have turned into this pile of cold books.

Her dream was weighing heavily on her in a way that was difficult to accept.

Yue Ge fell back onto the bed, covering her face with her hands.

It wasn't just because she had spent all her money, but also because she was thinking about the days ahead where she would have to immerse herself in unfamiliar and obscure music theory, chewing on those complex five-line musical notations, and studying various chord variations...

The image of herself buried under thick books and struggling to climb out emerged in her mind, and a feeling of powerless despair suddenly rose in her heart.

"Wow... Can I really learn this..." She muttered gloomily.

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Just as Yue Ge closed the door, worried about her wallet and the boring studies in the future.

Outside the room, Bingchuan Saye and her mother were standing quietly in front of Yuege's door, leaning forward slightly, with their ears pressed against the wooden door, trying to catch any subtle movement in the house.

There was a dull "bang" in the room, as if something heavy was thrown on the floor, followed by the rustling sound of pages turning, and then a long sigh sounded from the other side of the door.

Saya and her mother looked at each other, and a hint of worry flashed in their eyes at the same time.

"Is Yuege like this as soon as she came back today?" Saya frowned, lowering her voice slightly, with a hint of cautious anxiety in her tone.

Her emerald green pupils reflected the soft light of the corridor, her brows were slightly furrowed, her expression solemn, and it was obvious that countless possible guesses were flashing through her mind.

The mother nodded gently, her voice filled with undisguised worry, her eyes unconsciously glancing towards the closed door:

"Well...just now, as soon as she came back, she ran straight into the room, and the door closed very loudly."

She recalled the dull sound of the door opening that she had just heard when she was standing in the kitchen, and her brows furrowed slightly deeper.

Saya's hands unconsciously clenched as she began to ponder the problems Yuege might be facing—was she in trouble at school? Did she hit a wall in her practice? Or...had she had a fight with a friend?

The mother sighed softly, her eyes fixed on the door with a complicated expression, as if she was hesitating whether to knock on the door and go in to see what was going on.

However, they never imagined that Yue Ge in the room had not experienced any "major blow in life" at all. She just closed the door with her foot because she was holding a heavy schoolbag in both hands and could not free her hands to open the door.

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As night falls, warm lights shine on the dining table, reflecting the rising steam from the food, and the air is filled with the faint aroma of miso soup.

Yue Ge sat in her seat, slowly stirring the rice grains in the bowl with her chopsticks, but she was hesitant to pick up any dishes. She stared at the table with a dull look, her face full of worry.

In reality, she was just mentally pondering the contents of the music theory textbook she'd just been reading: "So... what does that staff mean? Don't the symbols look the same?"

Saya sat aside. Although she didn't say much on the surface, she would glance at Yuege from time to time with her brows slightly furrowed.

Hinata was eating happily. Although she didn't know why, she felt that today's meal seemed particularly rich. She stuffed a big mouthful of hamburger patty in her mouth, with a happy smile on her face, and she didn't notice the abnormality of the other three people beside her at all.

The mother's eyes were filled with worry. She held the spoon in her hand and paused for a moment before finally speaking. Her tone was gentle but full of obvious concern:

"Yue Ge...did you encounter anything recently?"

Yue Ge's hand, which was originally poking the rice grains nonchalantly, paused for a moment, blinked, raised his head, and his eyes wandered between his mother and Sayo for a moment. Obviously, he did not expect to be asked this question suddenly.

She was stunned for a moment, then showed a slightly stiff smile, trying to raise the corners of her mouth, but still couldn't hide the fatigue in her eyes.

"Huh? No, no..." She tried to shake her head as if nothing had happened, but there was still a hint of guilt in her tone.

Saya narrowed her eyes slightly, slowly put down her chopsticks, rested her elbows on the table, folded her hands, and spoke in a calm but unquestionable tone:

"Yue Ge, don't lie. You've been in a bad mood since you got home today. You were even absent-minded while eating."

"Eh? Is...is there?" Hina blinked and turned slowly to look at her mother and Sayo, only to find that they were both staring at Yuege.

She chewed hesitantly for a few times and swallowed the food in her mouth. She always felt that she had missed something. It was as if she had walked into the wrong set and had no idea what was going on.

Yue Ge suddenly felt a little overwhelmed. She sighed silently in her heart, looked down at the bowl in front of her, and finally put down her chopsticks in frustration. She put her head in her hands, buried her face in her arms, and sighed muffledly: