Will the plagiarism girl be a substitute for the preference for women?

"Considering that I need to do live streaming and play the piano, I didn't rent an apartment to avoid disturbing the neighbors."

Xiangzi walked up to the door and opened it. There were still piles of cardboard boxes on both sides of the entrance hall that hadn't been tidied up.

The most eye-catching item was a long, narrow cardboard box, about 0.66 times the height of a Xiangzi (a famous Chinese scholar).

"Sis, is this a new keyboard you bought?" China asked curiously.

Xiangzi looked at the cardboard box, his expression somewhat solemn. After a while, he whispered:

"It's an empty box."

After her family went bankrupt, her keyboard was put up for auction online by the court.

The bidders' information was anonymous, and under normal circumstances, Xiangzi would not know who bought the item.

But she has always been very concerned about the location of the keyboard.

For example, you might search online for phrases like "bought a Roland keyboard secondhand," or you might check Yahoo Auctions if you're considering reselling the keyboard.

She tried to find any characteristics of her own keyboard in those videos or pictures—no paint chips, no dents, and it was in perfect condition.

Such secondhand keyboards are everywhere.

Sometimes, Xiangzi would ask himself, what use would it be even if he knew who had the keyboard?

It holds so many memories, but the reality of not having the funds to redeem it is painful.

Now, it's time to take it back.

"This empty box will be used to pack the keyboard that once belonged to me."

Xiangzi opened his phone and turned the screen towards Qiannai.

The page shows that she wants to reclaim a Roland keyboard that was auctioned by the court, with the original auction number marked.

Meanwhile, someone has already contacted her via private messages.

……

In a budget rental apartment in a certain place.

The brown-haired girl carefully placed the keyboard into her backpack.

Soon after, she would have to say goodbye to him.

Just as she was about to zip up the zipper, her hand hesitated.

"Returning items to their rightful owner, an act of kindness... will bring good fortune to one's business?"

Mio has successfully added Hatsuka's account for several days.

When contacted to discuss a time to meet, Chu Hua declined, citing recent busyness as the reason for postponing the date.

"I'm not superstitious anymore; I'll just treat it as doing what I should do."

In the end, Mio decided to return the keyboard.

Chapter 158 New Home, New Look

China looked at the information on her phone and got a general idea of ​​the situation.

Xiangzi bought back the keyboard that once belonged to him at the original price.

Someone contacted her and sent her the auction number from back then, proving that the keyboard in her hand once belonged to Xiangzi.

Meanwhile, the other party stated that they did not need to buy it back at the original price, but only wanted to pay the current average market price for the keyboard.

The other party's only request was to complete the transaction in person.

This put Xiangzi in a difficult position; she would rather pay more and have the other party mail it to her.

“This keyboard was auctioned off by the court, which means it was forcibly auctioned off due to bankruptcy and debts. If I were to go and pick it up in person, it would be like writing my past situation on my face,” Xiangzi explained.

China glanced at the wall again: "But you still prepared a box to go get it."

“...Yes.” Xiangzi said helplessly.

After all, the other party was very firm in their stance, saying that this was the only way to confirm that the keyboard was retrieved by the person in question, in order to prevent the package from being stolen.

The probability of having a package stolen is obviously very low, and the other party's reasoning is untenable.

Unless she also has something like obsessive-compulsive disorder, and only feels at ease after seeing the buyer receive the item in person.

Otherwise, it might be due to ulterior motives.

"I need to be more careful, or find another way..."

Xiangzi took off his shoes, gently placed them on the shoe rack, and walked into the living room from the entrance hall.

The white socks she was wearing with lace trim at the top seemed to make her look more like a younger sister, setting aside her usual elegance.

However, this time, it was indeed China who was doubting based on reason.

She followed Xiangzi and said, "I thought you had let go... or rather, didn't want to bring up the past, so you wouldn't have any desire to get the keyboard back."

Hearing this, Xiangzi stopped moving the chair, but she remained silent, letting Qianna finish what she had to say.

"But now you're risking revealing your experiences to strangers just to get it back... Is it really necessary?"

"Maybe not..."

Shoko gave a somewhat uncertain answer, while she moved out another chair, gesturing for China to sit down.

The living room is not spacious; it can only fit a dining table and chairs, with no dedicated space for a sofa and a guest table.

However, compared to the previous low-rent housing, being able to sit at the dining table under bright lights and eat is already a huge leap forward.

After Qiannai took her seat, Xiangzi brought two water glasses, poured in boiling water, and then opened the tea canister on the table.

Would you like some black tea?

"Won't you be unable to sleep if you drink it at night?"

"Too."

Xiangzi sat back down in his seat.

Even when drinking plain water, she still habitually holds the cup by pinching the handle with her index finger and thumb, and supporting herself with her middle finger under the handle.

This movement appears elegant to China, but it is ergonomically awkward.

After taking a small sip, Xiangzi began to share some of his inner thoughts.

"Chika, I feel that I am not always able to keep a rational mind in all things."

“I want to get rid of my past weakness, and I’m trying to escape anything related to Crychic. I also hate the family members who kicked me out of the family…”

"But paradoxically, I have a strong desire to belong to my past life..."

"That keyboard is part of my past."

"I can tell," China echoed, mimicking the way Shoko held the cup handle.

She strained her fingers to lift the cup three centimeters, then carefully put it down, as if afraid it would spill.

"After all, you haven't completely let go of these formalities, or perhaps you've just gotten used to them? Or... do you have a sense of identification with them?"

"I think elegance is innocent; it's just that scoundrels are used to using elegance as a cover."

Xiangzi lowered his eyes and tightened his grip on the cup handle.

Then, she cast a sincere glance at China.

"China, it's already quite impressive that you haven't become arrogant and have maintained a low profile after acquiring so much wealth and fame."

"Beyond this, you still want to help more people... I am very grateful for and respect your kindness."

"But...we probably won't be able to treat anyone kindly in our careers afterward."

China chuckled and nodded: "Ah, I'm afraid I'll understand that during the live stream in a few days."

Having been cyberbullied and falsely accused of plagiarism in her past life, she certainly knew she couldn't repay evil with kindness.

"Speaking of which, recently the comments section has been saying that I've been making my live streams too long because I'm going to debut as a virtual streamer."

“They think that someone of my caliber doesn’t need to go through all these fancy tricks. If they want to maintain their privacy, they can just do a live stream without showing their face.”

"But what if Hatsune Miku didn't have a visual identity, and was just given a name and a voice..."

China tapped her fingers lightly on the handle of the cup, and said nothing more.

Xiangzi glanced at his calm face reflected in the cup, and imagined himself as a "doll" wearing a mask and band uniform when he went to a band performance. He also imagined his virtual "vampire" persona.

Then, he slowly revealed his views.

"You told me before that people with real strength don't need too much embellishment."

“That’s true. But that doesn’t mean decoration can’t bring additional benefits,”

"I've been browsing the comments on your community lately, and I've also been thinking about whether it's necessary to implement these lesbian-themed short dramas written for you, since you're already a top influencer with over 100 million plays for one of your songs."

"I think it can still bring in some additional revenue."

Chika raised an eyebrow and said in a slightly flippant tone, "So, all our rehearsals for the small theater are just to better obtain this revenue?"

"Yes."

Xiangzi answered seriously, but his eyelids still trembled involuntarily.

"When we were having dinner, you asked me why I didn't eat raw garlic to cut through the greasiness... It's because there will be close contact during the rehearsals... I was indeed worried that my breath would smell of garlic."

She paused occasionally as she explained, her voice sometimes lowered and sometimes normal, and her gaze would occasionally drift downwards.

"What's next?" China rested her cheek on her hand, her eyes wide as she stared at Shoko.

"Hmm... come with me."

When Xiangzi arrived at the bedroom on the second floor, apart from the bed that was already in the room, there was no other furniture except for a box for clothes in the corner.

Xiangzi took out a piece of clothing from the box. It was the one he wore when he met Chu Hua for the second time, and it originally belonged to Qian Nai.

"Back to you."

"No need~ You can have it." China pushed it back with both hands.

Xiangzi didn't want to get caught up in the tug-of-war of giving and refusing gifts. She always felt that Qiannai had some genetic talent for this kind of battle, so she put the clothes aside for the time being.

"Let's start the rehearsal, beginning with the scene where the two-faced witch is ambushed by a vampire in an alley."

"Okay, sure..."

No sooner had she finished speaking than China was tackled to the bed by Shoko.

Chapter 159 is just a rehearsal.

"Xiao...Xiaoxiang?"

Chika stared at Shoko in utter astonishment, her mind going blank.

One moment she was an elegant and serene young lady, the next she was like a vampire thirsting for blood, slamming herself onto the bed.

This abrupt turn of events was like a poorly made movie plot, catching Qian Nai completely off guard.

Xiangzi's face, hidden in the shadows by the light, revealed a satisfied smile, as if he had caught his prey, which made Qianna feel both terrified and excited about the unknown developments.

Suddenly, Xiangzi reverted to his original cold expression and questioned:

"Where are the lines?"

"Wh...what lines?" China asked, looking completely bewildered.

"Didn't I tell you? We're rehearsing right now... a vampire attacked a witch, so wouldn't the witch have to struggle and beg not to kill me?"

When he said "Don't kill me," Xiangzi vividly imitated the emotions of fear and the will to survive, but then instantly reverted to his cold and stern face.

"Wait a minute! Shouldn't we ask if everyone's ready before we officially begin?"

At least in her eyes, Xiangzi had always been a well-mannered and polite young lady, and she wouldn't act so suddenly.

Suddenly, she recalled two sentences Xiangzi had said to her during their meal, which made her eyes widen in shock.

Elegance is not a sin; it's just that scoundrels habitually use elegance as a cover.

We probably can't treat anyone with kindness.

Could it be...?