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

Xiangzi turned his eyes to the side and whispered his uncertain but unsettling guess.

"Deng once said that she wanted to become human because she previously lacked the ability to empathize with others."

"But she also has other unusual traits—she has a very keen sense of certain things."

“I believe you didn’t tell Lamp about the band, but…”

As he paused, Xiangzi's brows furrowed.

"The lights might have realized we're forming a band."

Qian Naidun felt a sense of disbelief, his face full of question marks.

"Xiao Xiang, are you alright?"

With a worried expression, she placed the back of her hand on Xiangzi's forehead.

"I am fine."

Xiangzi stopped Qiannai's hand and stated with a serious expression.

"All right……"

China lowered her head and smacked her lips.

"I..." Xiangzi hesitated, his jaw trembling slightly.

She tried to slow her breathing to calm herself down, but it was difficult.

Because what she said next was arrogant, a boast about China, and a denial of the band that Akari belonged to.

These are undoubtedly arrogant words, yet they are also words of helplessness.

"Who in the band Lamp do you think truly understands Lamp now?" Xiangzi asked.

"Huh? You mean the kind that can connect with radio waves?"

Chika asked cautiously, without giving a clear answer first.

Xiangzi nodded silently.

"let me see……"

Faced with this problem, as if on the verge of an event, China's heart began to race.

It's less a problem and more a given fact that we're afraid to face.

At that moment, China felt a chill on her cuffs.

She shook her hand, and a few drops of water fell out.

"Is it sweat...?"

China looked up at the distant night sky, and the sudden widening of her field of vision seemed to make her breathing a little easier.

At this moment, the moonlight was shrouded by dark clouds, and a light rain began to fall from the sky.

"Oh, it was just rain..."

China glanced awkwardly at her damp cuffs.

"Let's go find shelter from the rain first..."

"So, have you come to a conclusion?" Xiangzi interrupted. "Who truly understands the lamp?"

"I..." Chizuru gritted her teeth, wiped her forehead, and tentatively asked, "Su Shi?"

"Su Shi did indeed voluntarily take on the role of maintaining the band's atmosphere and mediating conflicts in Crychic."

"But she was more focused on satisfying her own emotions and didn't really understand other people's feelings. She was indifferent to the lyrics written by Deng and never expressed her opinion."

"Then... what about Riki?" China asked, rubbing her fingers.

“Li Xi used to be very pessimistic about Deng, questioning why I let Deng be the lead singer. He was also not interested in Deng's lyrics at first.”

"It wasn't until after that outstanding performance that Li Xi exclaimed that the lyrics were practically a description of herself."

"But she also said that people like Deng were able to sing their hearts out on stage, which greatly encouraged her."

"Sigh... What do the lyrics of 'Spring Shadow' represent in Lixi's eyes? If the sunlight that warms her is a lamp... then it's really ironic."

"A person who scores 90 points feels a lot of pressure because someone else scores 100 points. At the same time, another person who failed and whom they looked down on worked hard and scored 80 points."

"A person who scores 90 points will be amazed by the progress of someone who scores 80 points, and will also be happy to be with someone who works very hard but can never score as high as themselves."

"Is this enjoyment—which eliminates feelings of inferiority and even gives her a sense of superiority... regarded as the sunshine that warms her?"

Xiangzi's lips twitched involuntarily.

"However, that's not the point. Li Xi found a part of himself in the lyrics of 'The Lamp,' but I'm afraid it's still difficult for him to understand the lamp."

"This..." Chinatsu glanced nervously from side to side, "What about Aine and Rakuna?"

"You should know more about the remaining two than I do."

That's true; Xiangzi hasn't even met Le Nai yet.

It's hard to say whether cats and penguins can have any empathy.

Aine... Although she is a very gentle and meticulous person, she sometimes feels helpless because she can't connect with the light's energy.

Xiangzi stared straight at Qiannai: "So, the person who can truly understand the light isn't in her band."

"Then...who could it be?" China asked warily, feigning ignorance.

Xiangzi pointed at Qiannai, then at himself.

Suddenly, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and a torrential downpour began.

China shuddered, then gasped for breath:

"But no matter what, Deng said she wants to be in a band for life, so she would never abandon them, right? At most, we hope that she will collaborate with our band or something."

"It is not that the light has abandoned them."

Xiangzi said calmly,

"We can only pray that her band can continue to thrive."

"in addition……"

Xiangzi gently stroked Qiannai's hair, which was damp with raindrops.

"You should now focus your attention on our business."

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Chapter 165 Complete Cleanup

"Wait...wait a minute, let's get out of the rain first and then talk about this!"

China covered her head with her hands to shield herself from the rain, stepped sideways to squeeze through the gap between Shoko's body and the wall, and hurriedly ran to a rooftop.

Xiangzi seemed used to being in the rain. Even as the rain poured down, he remained calm and slowly walked to Qiannai's side.

“This is closer to your home,” she said when she noticed that Qiannai was opening the ride-hailing app.

"Is Xiao Xiang coming to my house to take shelter from the rain?" Qian Nai asked, turning her head expectantly.

Xiangzi nodded.

"This way we can save on taxi fares," she explained seriously.

……

When we arrived in the area where China lived, almost every house had lights on in its windows, except for those where families were out on vacation.

Only at Chika's house, a motion-sensor light turns on when you reach the gate, while the house itself remains shrouded in darkness.

It's already the third day of Golden Week. Is China's mother still out?

Xiangzi felt increasingly uneasy.

She recalled that during the time she spent with China, she never saw her speak to her mother on the phone.

Even if you're very busy, and your daughter has a mental illness, you'd still check on her from time to time.

Or perhaps they mostly chatted using text, so I didn't notice?

Was her mother's attitude towards her very cold... which gradually led to her illness?

Lost in thought, Xiangzi suddenly stepped over the doormat, his wet shoes landing directly on the wooden planks.

"Excuse me……"

Xiangzi took a step back and rubbed himself against the carpet again.

"It's alright, the floor just needs to be mopped anyway."

China took off her shoes and lifted her feet slightly. Her white socks were soaked by the rain, revealing the flesh color of her skin.

"Anyway, this way there will definitely be a watermark at each step."

"Aren't there any absorbent paper here?" Xiangzi asked, looking at the cabinet next to the shoe rack. She had assumed that Qiannai's obsession with cleanliness would allow her to handle this situation well.

"No, they're all in the bathroom... Ugh, I can't stand this feeling of my clothes sticking to my body when they're wet, I need to take a shower right away."

As China spoke, she walked towards the second floor, leaving behind a trail of footprints and water droplets dripping from her clothes.

She suddenly turned around and reminded him:

"Oh, by the way, the guest room is the first door on the right. There's also a bathroom and disposable underwear inside. Of course, if you'd like to join us..."

China's drawn-out voice gradually faded, and then she turned her head and waved her hand.

"nothing……"

She went up to the second floor.

Xiangzi then turned his gaze back to the footprints on the floor.

Some images flashed through her mind.

The ground suddenly cracked open, and magma erupted from underground, but the area with the footprints remained intact.

To escape the inferno and reach the safe second floor, you must follow the footprints.

Xiangzi took off his shoes, slowly raised his leg, and spread his arms to maintain his balance.

Just as my toes touched the watermark, I suddenly remembered something.

She immediately looked up and saw that the surveillance camera in the living room was pointing directly at the hallway.

Xiangzi then lowered his arms and walked to the second floor with normal steps, glancing back at the floor.

I'm still not used to making other people's homes dirty...

…………

After a long while, China finally came out of the bathroom, her fingers wrinkled from washing as always.

"Okay, it's time to mop the floor."

After changing into her pajamas, China stretched her arms and walked out of the bedroom.

But the water stains that had been there all the way had disappeared, and the floor and steps on the second floor were so clean they shone.

"Xiao Xiang?"

China walked to the guest room but didn't see anyone. Instead, she heard the sound of washing upstairs.

When she got downstairs, she found that Xiangzi was washing a mop in the bathroom sink.

The living room on the first floor had also been thoroughly mopped.

China grinned exaggeratedly, making one side of her mouth wide, and said somewhat awkwardly:

"Xiao Xiang... My psychologist told me that an agent is an artist's all-around nanny... but I still think it's unnecessary to do housekeeping services..."

"Whoo~"

Xiangzi put down the mop, straightened up, and used the back of his hand to support his aching back.

"Of course I didn't imply that I wanted to do housekeeping."

"When I walked into the living room, I felt a little uncomfortable seeing the footprints all over the floor, so I mopped them up. Then I felt uncomfortable seeing that I had only mopped part of the area, so I thought I might as well mop the whole thing."

She spoke in a calm tone, but her face twitched slightly unnaturally.