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

Are you really unmoved by your mother's letter?

The original owner spread his hands, looking completely unconcerned, though a slight, almost imperceptible twitch appeared at the corner of his eye.

I don't know, maybe there was some emotion involved.

I guess I'm just that kind of ungrateful jerk; I felt the apology on paper used some euphemisms and didn't portray the situation as serious.

But you still tore off the last sentence and put it on the bedside table.

I……

The original owner held his forehead with both hands, his voice choked with emotion.

"Use your whole life to push me, ha..." she laughed maniacally.

If I continue down the path of music, I hope to shine brightly in a band...

The original owner emphasized the word "band" when reading it.

Sigh... Why is my choice of topics so narrow?

Do you know how I, someone who posts music online, felt after seeing this request?

This involves merging branches within the same field. Because I work on content related to the music industry, I've forcibly linked what I do with bands within that field.

She continued helplessly.

It's like someone telling their parents they're writing novels, and the parents saying, "It's good that you're pursuing a career in writing; you should study hard and become a civil servant to write official documents."

I don't know how to describe it, is it a generation gap...?

The original owner shook his head.

But I only saw this request after she left, and it was too late to change it.

Thus, it became her "last wish before her death," a request that was difficult to refuse even though it didn't align with my own desires.

The original owner leaned back in the chair, turning her gaze to China.

And you, you shouldn't have had to bear my responsibility.

I once severed the shackles that bound your life, wanting you to live according to your own will.

But in the end, you chose to carry the burden of my life.

Your original intention was probably to work behind the scenes as a virtual streamer or a composer, rather than "shining brightly in a band."

Although it might seem a bit pedantic, composing for the band allows my technical skills to truly shine.

But my mother's true intention was definitely to have me on stage.

and so……

The original owner slowly stood up from the chair and solemnly stated.

You said you couldn't stand by and do nothing; you had to find out about your and Xiangzi's past for Xiangzi's sake, and I agree with that.

As for my mother's long-cherished wish...

The original owner was facing the ceiling, seemingly silently praying to her mother: Forgive me.

She earnestly said to China:

You really don't have to take this on.

"I...I understand."

China replied slowly, her expression somewhat uncertain, before quietly returning to her bedroom.

On the outer side of the bed, Xiangzi, whose hair was just as disheveled as hers, was fast asleep.

Perhaps because he was too engrossed in playing Super Smash Bros., Xiangzi's sleeping posture was not upright, with one foot sticking out of the bed and the blanket kicked askew.

She really enjoys using charged shots when playing Samus.

China remembers it clearly.

Someone was playing online and using Sephiroth, hiding behind their teammates and using charged B attacks. I won't say who it was, but the original owner turned their head and whistled.

This is a coordinated attack by ranged and melee fighters... although there are better combinations.

Chika carefully moved Shoko's feet back onto the bed and gently covered her with the blanket.

"Good night," she said softly with a smile, looking at Xiangzi's face.

Just as she was about to get into bed, the original owner did not disappear, but calmly pointed to the bathroom.

Is it a substitute?

"Um, no..." China stroked her chin with her fingers, indicating tactfully, "I have a lot to do tomorrow."

This period of restlessness is over so quickly.

…………

morning.

"Sister...Sister..."

Xiangzi, who was performing throwing techniques in a chaotic battle in his sleep, opened his eyes groggily amidst laborious shouts.

"what?"

She found herself with her arms covering China's chest and her legs pressing against China's waist and abdomen, making it hard for her sister to breathe.

Immediately, a blush crept onto Xiangzi's face.

"Sorry!" She quickly got off China.

That's so improper!

Xiangzi felt a deep sense of self-reproach.

"fine……"

China gasped for breath, and her blurred vision gradually cleared.

"I often sleep in bad positions at night too, so maybe we really are sisters."

"I mainly... played too many games last night," Xiangzi murmured, seemingly subconsciously avoiding the topic of their relationship.

"Didn't Xiao Xiang just call me his little sister yesterday?"

China sat up, moved closer to Shoko, and smiled gently.

"No, I, I just..."

As Xiangzi pondered how to express herself, Qianna hugged her knees, leaned her head against Xiangzi's shoulder, and gently probed.

Is it because a biological sister is not as good as a god-sister?

"I..." Xiangzi's eyes darted around uncertainly.

As long as we don't define our true relationship, we can look after each other as sisters and also explore other possibilities in our relationship.

Moreover, Xiangzi thought that if she tried to learn more about their backgrounds, she might reopen China's wounds.

"Let's maintain this sworn sister relationship."

Xiangzi gently helped Qianna, who was leaning slightly towards him, to sit up, and then got off the bed.

"elder sister"

Chika maintained her smile and calmly stated,

"I know my state when I went to my mother's room yesterday prevented you from asking me any further questions about her."

"Now, if you want to know, you can listen to me without worry."

"No need," Xiangzi said, walking towards the door. "I'm going to buy breakfast..."

"My mother is gone."

China's smile became slightly stiff, and she couldn't help but purse her lips.

Sure enough, it's impossible to stay calm all the time.

The memories that flooded her mind last night made her feel as if she had personally experienced it all.

"..."

Xiangzi's hand, which was gripping the doorknob, suddenly stopped, as if time had frozen.

The worst possible guess in my mind has come true.

So, is it because China longs to be with her only remaining family member in this world?

If I were her relative...

Instead of expressing deep regret, Xiangzi returned to the bedside and gave her a hug.

"I will be a good older sister to you."

Chapter 170 Meow Meow

Be a good older sister to me...

Qiannai mentally repeated Xiangzi's promise.

This is still an answer that avoids the question of whether to pursue kinship, but even so, China is grateful.

To be honest, China didn't want their "sisterhood" to become a constraint between them.

It wasn't that she herself cared about it, but rather that she sensed that Xiangzi seemed quite concerned about it.

"Sister, I've always wanted to find out about our origins because I felt we would eventually face all of this... so I wanted to prepare in advance."

"If you're not interested, then let's put this matter aside for now."

China's leniency only made Xiangzi's thoughts more complicated and tangled.

Is it just so that Chika's relationship with him won't be limited by the truth, that he'll keep Chika shrouded in mystery about her past?

But if the truth is terrible, can China accept it?

"Let's go have breakfast first, we still need to see Miaomeng later," Xiangzi forced a smile.

Please allow me some more time to think...

We should be able to give you a reply today.

“Mmm,” China readily agreed, “Let’s go straight to Minami-Ikebukuro for breakfast.”

Before setting off, as usual, Xiangzi, as a "job hunter," needed a set of elegant and dignified clothes.

Her clothes from yesterday are still drying, so I'll have to borrow another set from China. I'll also help China organize the new clothes that are packed in boxes downstairs.

This time, when faced with the suggestion of "give it to your sister to wear," Xiangzi did not choose to refuse or remain silent, but responded in a more affectionate manner.

"It's normal for sisters to share clothes; there's no need for a formality like giving them away."

"Could I borrow this dress one more time?"

While packing her luggage from the hospital room, China found Shoko's school uniform and chuckled, seemingly itching for a beating.

"As long as you don't dress like a nun..."

Xiangzi had been holding back his anger and spoke in a muffled voice, but then suddenly let out a sigh of relief.

There's no need to be angry; what's past is past.

She changed her words.

“It’s fine to wear it out, but I don’t know what your intention was in doing that.”

"Ah, it seems like it really doesn't make any sense."

China murmured in agreement, but her eyes flickered, as if she was calculating something in her mind.

After Xiangzi noticed this, he probed, "If you go to see a former member of Crychic wearing my school uniform, I won't be responsible for anything that happens."

China's lips curled into a shrewd smile, as if she had other plans.

After organizing the clothes into the wardrobe, as expected, the wardrobe in China's bedroom was not enough, so she moved the rest to the wardrobe in the guest room.

"Whoo~"

After a flurry of activity, China stood with her hands on her hips and took a few breaths.