Green plums cannot become lovers.

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"No, you guys." Ichiji Nijika tapped her on the head. "Don't overthink it."

Yamada Ryo said expressionlessly, "There's a match tomorrow, so let's focus on our own things first, like practicing a little more or something."

"Okay." Kita Ikuyo stuck out her tongue.

Ichi Nijika reluctantly picked up her phone and looked at the time. It was only a little before seven o'clock, so she thought for a moment and sent a message to An and Asuka first.

Ichi Nijika: We've arrived at Starry, thank you Anhe.

The reply came very quickly.

Anwa Asuka: It's okay, see you tomorrow.

Ichi Nijika looked at the words, smiled, and put down her phone.

Then she looked up at the two people in front of her.

"Didn't I say I didn't need to practice today and could rest? Why are you all here?"

Kita Ikuyo blinked and said matter-of-factly, "I have nothing to do at home."

“Hmm.” Yamada Ryo rarely echoed this.

Ichiji Nijika looked at them helplessly and asked again, "What about Little Loneliness?"

Kita Ikuyo gestured towards the practice room with her lip.

"In the practice room, she was the first to offer suggestions."

Ichi Nijika was taken aback.

Did Goto Ichiri take the initiative to suggest practicing?

Goto Ichiri, who usually cowers in a corner and doesn't dare to speak loudly?

"You guys..." She couldn't help but laugh, her tone tinged with helplessness and relief.

“Since we’re already here—” she stood up, “we should practice properly.”

In the practice room, Goto Ichiri was holding a guitar, practicing over and over again with the sheet music.

Hearing the door open, she looked up and saw Ichiji Nijika walk in, a hint of relief flashing in her eyes.

"Hong, Hongxia..."

"Little Lonely, still practicing so late?" Ichiji Nijika walked over and sat down next to her.

Goto Ichiri lowered her head and whispered, "The match is tomorrow... I want to practice a little more..."

Looking at her, Ichiki Nijika felt a warmth in her heart.

"Then let's practice together."

The four girls took their positions, and the music started again.

Once, twice, three times.

No one complained of being tired, and no one said they wanted to stop.

The night outside the window grew deeper, but the lights in the practice room remained on.

the next day.

The stadium was bustling with noise, and every seat in the stands was taken.

Today's matches are the second half of Group C's games and Group D's games.

After yesterday's Poppin'Party competition, there are still two strong teams left in Group C – Morfonica and MyGO!!!!!

The band that ended their run was right after these two teams.

An and Asuka sat in the front seats of the audience, watching the stage lights being adjusted.

My phone vibrated.

It was a message from Ichiji Nijika.

Ichi Nijika: We're backstage now. We were a little nervous, but it's okay.

Anhe Asuka: Keep a calm mind, you can do it, keep going.

Nijika Ijichi: Hmm!

He put away his phone and looked at the stage. Meanwhile, Ichiji Niji Natsumi, holding the message, smiled slightly, her inner tension completely subsided.

She didn't know when it started, but the boy's words had become her source of reassurance.

The competition starts at nine o'clock.

First up is MyGO!!!!!

Five girls walked onto the stage, and the moment the lights came on, enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience.

Chihaya Aine, holding her guitar, waved to the audience with a bright smile; Nagasaki Motoyo stood on the bass, her expression gentle and composed; Takamatsu Akari held the microphone and took a deep breath; Kaname Rakuna, holding her guitar, remained expressionless as always; Shiina Tatsuki sat behind the drum set, her expression focused.

No unnecessary words.

The music started immediately.

The piece they are going to perform is "Ichishizuku".

Chihaya Aine's guitar melody rang out crisply, followed by Shiina Tatsuki's powerful drumbeats, Nagasaki Motoyo's bass steadily supporting the low notes, and Yoru Naka's guitar joined in, weaving a dense web of sound.

Then, Takamatsu Akari's voice rang out.

Her voice has a unique penetrating power, clear and strong, as if it hits straight into your heart. Every word of the lyrics she sings carries genuine emotion—unease, struggle, longing, and hope.

The audience fell silent.

Everyone was captivated by her voice.

When the song ended, the audience erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers.

"MyGO!!!!!!"

"awesome!"

"lamp--!"

Takamatsu opened his eyes, looked at the waving arms below the stage, and a small smile appeared on his face.

An and Asuka also clapped.

This band is really amazing.

Compared to the time I saw them at Ring, their collaboration was much smoother, and their emotional expression was more natural. Especially Gao Songdeng; her deeply moving singing style is her unique weapon.

He glanced at his phone.

Ijichi Nijika: They're amazing!

An and Asuka: Hmm, but you guys aren't bad either.

Nijika Ijichi: Really?

Anwa Asuka: Really, believe in yourself.

Next up is Morfonica.

This is a band that seems a bit dreamy, mainly because of the lead singer with short white hair.

This band's lineup is also different from traditional bands; it has no keyboard but has an extra violinist, making it look very elegant.

He heard that the band was made up of noble ladies from Tsuki no Mori, and he remembered that Nagasaki Motoyo from Mygo was also from Tsuki no Mori.

Regardless, their performance was excellent, and the audience applauded continuously.

This is certainly a challenge for the band.

An and Asuka's gazes were mostly fixed on the backstage area.

Those girls are about to go on stage.

Volume 1: Chapter 245 The End of the Band

The band came on stage very quickly after the band finished.

They had performed on stage before, but it was only on STARRY's small stage, with a maximum of a hundred or so people in the audience.

Today's stage is much larger, and at a glance, the audience seats are packed with people—at least eight hundred, if not a thousand.

Eight hundred people

Ichi Nijika stood backstage and took a deep breath.

Eight hundred is eight hundred, it's no big deal!

She encouraged herself in her heart. Her pressure almost all came from the fear that they would not be able to give the audience a good performance, the fear of being criticized, and the fear of disappointing those who supported them.

But as that boy said, all you need to do is be yourself.

Besides, they practiced so hard, and that boy helped them so much, so they can definitely do it too.

Thinking of this, she gripped the drumsticks tightly and straightened her back.

On the other side, Goto Ichiri was equally nervous.

Eight hundred people.

Eight hundred pairs of eyes.

Just thinking about that number made her legs go weak.

But when she saw An and Asuka in that familiar spot in the audience, she suddenly remembered the training sessions of the past few days.

In the park those evenings, passersby came and went, and the boy encouraged them again and again.

"You can do it."

"Persistence is the most important thing."

"Let's do it again."

Those words still echo in my ears.

She took a deep breath and gripped the guitar tightly.

She can.

Kita Ikuyo and Yamada Ryo were also a little nervous. After all, it was their first time performing on such a big stage, so it would be a lie to say they weren't nervous.

But when they realized that the captain and Goto Ichiri had calmed down, the tension miraculously dissipated.

The four people exchanged a glance.

Then, they walked onto the stage together.

The moment the lights came on, applause and cheers erupted from the audience.

Ichi Nijika sat down behind the drum set, her gaze sweeping across the audience. A sea of people, countless eyes.

But her gaze lingered on one place for only a moment: that familiar spot, the figure of that boy.

She smiled.

Then she raised her drumsticks and tapped them three times gently.

"Hello everyone, we are the End Band!"

Kita Ikuyo spoke into the microphone in a clear and loud voice.

"The piece of music we're going to perform is called—If I Could Become a Constellation!"

The sound of a guitar began.