We agreed to be in a band for life, what the heck is Dragon Raja?

At this point, she turned her head to look at Nan Yunyuyue:

"Xiao Mu isn't very good at communicating with people, so please bear with her, Yu Yue."

Her voice was like a gentle spring breeze, flawless.

He glanced at Wakaba Mutsuko subconsciously.

The girl's face remained expressionless, with a faint look on her face and a slight downturn at the corners of her mouth.

She stared straight at her mother, her eyes devoid of any emotion.

Meanwhile, Senmina had already looked away and smiled slightly.

"I need to go to the banquet hall to meet some important guests, so I'll leave this to you."

Her tone was perfectly natural, as if it were just an ordinary gathering. After giving her instructions, the hostess turned and left gracefully.

Her figure blended into the brightly lit banquet hall. It wasn't until she walked into the crowd that Ruo Ye Mu slowly turned her head and looked directly at Nan Yun Yu Yue.

She looked into his eyes, and after a moment, she spoke:

"Rain Moon, move."

Nanyun Yuyue: "..."

He almost lost his composure.

This speaking style is exactly the same as the persona I remember.

If Ruoye Mu was a game NPC, she would definitely have a row of dialogue options above her head, and "xx, move" would be her default command.

However, despite her brief statement, Nan Yun Yuyue understood what she meant:

"follow me."

So he took a step and followed.

The two walked through the edge of the banquet hall, avoiding the crowd, and came to a less conspicuous staircase.

Without pausing at all, Ruo Yemu pushed open the door and walked down the wooden steps.

Nan Yunyu followed behind. The air here was noticeably cooler than in the banquet hall, and it carried a faint smell of dust.

Reaching the bottom, Wakaba Mutsu pushed open a small door, leading to a basement room.

The dim light cast a warm glow, barely dispelling the shadows in the room.

The room was simply furnished with a table, a TV screen, and a few cushions. A small bookshelf sat in the corner, with a few comic books and sheet music scattered about.

In the corner, there stood a guitar quietly.

The whole room was somewhat dim, except for the guitar, which was spotless, as if it had been wiped clean every day.

The owner's affection for it was evident.

Nan Yun Yuyue glanced around and roughly understood what was going on.

This must be Wakaba Mutsumi's secret base.

Her parents won't come, and neither will anyone else in her family.

In this small room, she was finally free from the endless spotlight and the suffocating atmosphere of her family.

In other words, this is something that belongs to 'herself'.

Nan Yun Yuyue casually patted a round cloth stool next to her and found that its surface had several cracks, obviously a sign of long-term use.

He thought about it for a moment, then sat down.

Nan Yun Yuyue recalled the later plot developments.

When Wakaba Mutsu's mother suggested turning the place into a band training ground, Wakaba Mutsu resisted and remained silent.

It wasn't just a band member's reluctance to have their practice room taken away; it was the pain of having her only refuge taken away.

Nan Yun Yu Yue lowered her head, speechless.

Logically speaking, this place is Wakaba Mutsu's private property, and outsiders should not set foot here.

But the banquet hall was packed with guests tonight, and she couldn't get herself to her room, so she chose this place instead.

In other words, bringing him here was already her biggest concession.

Nan Yun Yuyue didn't think too much about it and found a comfortable position to sit down.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Ruoye Mutsu, holding her guitar, slowly sat down in a corner.

Her posture was somewhat subtle; it wasn't like she was about to play a piece, nor did it resemble tidying up an instrument. It was more like she was simply... holding it.

It was as if she was holding onto something that gave her peace of mind.

She lowered her head, her fingers gently caressing the strings, but the room was completely silent.

Nan Yun Yuyue leaned against the wall, her gaze sweeping over the guitar in Ruoye Mu's arms. After a moment's hesitation, she spoke:

“Do you like guitar?”

Wakaba Mutsu lowered her head:

"No emotion."

Nan Yun Yuyue raised an eyebrow slightly, thinking that this answer was not surprising.

Her tone was so calm that it didn't sound like she was talking about something she liked or disliked; it was more like she was stating a fact, as if she were answering an objective question like "Why is the sky blue?"

Complete the sentence by adding the missing subject, verb, and object. The complete version of the sentence should be:

"My playing lacks emotion; I can't bring out the feeling of 'making the guitar sing'."

Nan Yunyuyue looked at the guitar in her hand and suddenly smiled: "I can play a little too."

He paused for a moment, then said, "How about I play a piece for you to see?"

After all, he had been a guitarist in a band back in the day. He was so engrossed in forming the band that he was even thinking about this while crossing the street, which is why he was taken away by a truck.

Now, playing some new pieces to impress middle school students would be more than enough.

If Ye Mu didn't respond immediately, she looked down at her guitar, then looked up at Nan Yun Yu Yue, remained silent for a few seconds, and then, as if she had made up her mind, handed the guitar over.

Nanon Ugetsu took the guitar.

The zither still retained a trace of the girl's warmth.

He adjusted his posture, gently plucked the strings with his fingers, and tested the feel of the guitar. He found that the tone of the guitar was excellent, the string tension was perfectly adjusted, and the feel was even better than many guitars he had used in his previous life.

As expected of Schecter's top-notch students, everyone who can study at Tsukimori Girls' Academy is indeed wealthy.

"Then let's play a suitable one."

Nan Yun Yu Yue's fingers landed on the strings, and the melody flowed out slowly.

Lemon

Composed by Kenshi Yonezu in his previous life, it has won numerous awards and has even been included in Japanese high school music textbooks, so its quality goes without saying.

The clear melody flows out slowly, without any fancy or technically dazzling passages, nor any deliberately exaggerated sadness. But every note carries a faint sense of melancholy, like the cool streetlights at night.

It tells a story about death, but the word "death" never appears.

Having lived two lives, Nan Yun Yu Yue has almost perfectly captured the essence of the song's sentiment: "Turning the lemon-like sourness that life brings you into a sweet taste like lemonade."

Of course, he didn't play the whole thing. Instead, he picked out a few of the most representative parts and slowly stopped playing when the melody reached a certain point.

There was silence in the room.

Ruo Yemu listened with her head down until the last note faded away, then slowly raised her head, stared at Nan Yunyuyue, and said:

"I do not have."

Nan Yunyuyue was stunned for a moment before she realized what she meant:

There was no emotion in her guitar playing.

After listening to it, she realized that Nan Yun Yuyue's piano playing was full of emotion, which she herself could not do.

Nan Yun Yuyue smiled and gently handed the guitar back to her:

"Want to learn? I'll teach you."

Wakaba looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and finally nodded.

Nanon Ugetsu adjusted her posture and looked at Wakaba Mutsuki:

"How about we try playing it once first?"

Without hesitation, Ruo Yemu slowly plucked the strings.

The piano music echoed in the room; the fingering was skillful, the rhythm was steady, and there were almost no technical flaws.

But... it's too clean.

As Nan Yun Yuyue listened, she couldn't help but frown.

Her guitar playing was so precise it was like mechanically replicating notes, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

He had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

It seems that by this point in time, Mutsumi Wakaba had been playing the guitar for a while and was beginning to consider the guitar as something that belonged to him.

This is precisely why the other doll-like personalities within the body can be suppressed.

Nan Yun Yuyue spoke:

“Your fingering is very smooth, but…”

He paused for a moment, then gently plucked the strings:

"Listen to it yourself, what's wrong with it?"

Ruo Yemu raised her head slightly, staring blankly at him, her eyes seeming to ponder for a moment, before lowering her head again and playing the piece once more.

This time, she seemed to have made a deliberate adjustment, but her tone remained as flat as flowing water, without any fluctuations.

“You’re not completing a task,” Nan Yun Yuyue interrupted her bluntly. “You’re ‘playing’ the guitar.”

Ruoye Mu stopped and tilted her head slightly.

“A guitar is used to express emotions,” Nan Yun Yuyue said slowly. “If you only treat it as a tool, it will only make the sound of a tool.”

He thought for a moment and was about to give an example, but before he could say anything, he sensed something was wrong.

Ruoye Mu's movements suddenly stopped.

She kept her head down, her hands still resting on the guitar strings, but her fingertips remained motionless.

Just as Nan Yun Yuyue was about to ask her if something was wrong, the next second, in Nan Yun Yuyue's perspective, Ruoye Mu's pupils suddenly turned gold.

Those golden pupils were devoid of warmth, like a cold mirror reflecting the dim yellow light in the room, devoid of any human emotion.

Then, she fell straight backward.

Nan Yunyu's heart tightened suddenly. He stood up instantly and reached out to support Ruoye Mu's shoulder.

"Hey!"

When he touched her, he noticed that Ruoye Mu's body showed no tension whatsoever, as if she had completely given up control of her muscles and let herself fall down.

At the same time, her aura changed instantly.

Although Wakaba Mutsu was taciturn just now, she still had a faint but real human presence.

But now, that feeling has disappeared.

Instead, there was an inexplicable sense of unfamiliarity.

It was like an empty shell, like something that had been dormant for a long time, suddenly opening its eyes from the abyss.

Nanon Ugetsu's heart pounded.

What's happening here?

His first thought was one possibility.

Could it be that the doll personality within her has revived?

But if that's the case, why now?

Is it in the instant of understanding "emotion"?