Honkai, they all became my stigmata

At this moment, his mobile phone on the dining table rang.

"Mebius, put it on for me, press the speakerphone."

The man turned his back to her and the phone, shouting without looking back.

"understood."

The girl responded with a drawn-out tone, knelt on the chair for now, leaned out slightly, and got the vibrating cell phone.

Looking at the flashing number on it, it was someone she didn't know—she wasn't interested in prying into other people's privacy, so she didn't know much about the other relationships of this perverted gentleman.

However, this seems to be the first time he has received a contact from someone else in front of him...

Thinking of this, little Mebius flicked across the screen lightly, connected the phone, and at the same time pressed the button for external playback.

Quite beyond her expectation, what came out of that small mobile phone was a girl's voice like the sounds of nature:

"……haven't seen you for a long time."

Because of being taken aback, she didn't hear the other party call that perverted Mr.'s name clearly for a while.

"Long time no see, I guessed it was you."

He temporarily put down the aftermath work in his hands, washed his hands, returned to the dining table, and replied with great interest.

"Well, actually, I called you specifically today to invite you to my concert—three days later, our band will hold a concert in the city where you are now."

"Did your agent arrange it for you, or...?"

The man pondered.

"Of course I requested it myself. Well, I've already reserved a single room for you. Will you come?"

The girl on the other end of the phone made no secret of her enthusiasm.

"Well, of course, since it's your invitation, I don't have the right to refuse. What's more, even if you don't call, I will go to praise you."

"Okay, see you then."

"see you then."

The communication ended soon, the man turned off his cell phone, and was about to return to the kitchen to fight, but a small hand grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"what happened?"

he asked disapprovingly.

"..."

She originally wanted to ask a straightforward question like "who is she", but after thinking about it, it would appear that she cared too much.

You can't ask so directly. Here, you should use a more tactful and roundabout way.

Little Mebius really wanted to know who was behind the call—this was just out of curiosity about Mr. Pervert's relationship, and had no other meaning.

The price of this curiosity is even enough to make her not have to go to the library as an exchange.

So she solemnly said:

"……I also need to go."

"?"

Seeing that the perverted Mr. in front of her didn't understand what she meant, she felt overwhelmed, and expressed her meaning in detail:

"I mean, I changed my mind, I want to go to the concert with you too!"

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The long-lost update chapter!

Cough cough, let Eden officially debut in the next chapter~

Mebius Method 05

your name

A few days later, in a classical theater.

"Well, this box is really..."

Following behind the man, little Mebius also entered the single box prepared for him by the other party.

Although she was in a high society place, she still wore simple attire, and did not specially change into a small skirt or the like.

——Actually, Mr. Pervert suggested that she come in a pink dress, but she rejected it sternly.

After all, in her opinion, it was just a meaningless exterior.

Don't care, well, she doesn't care.

Similarly, for this very classically decorated single room, what she cares about is not the priceless decorations, but the location here.

An exquisite sofa is facing the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, and behind that is a stage waiting for stars to appear.

"This should be the best position in this theater, right?"

she asked intentionally or not.

"Well, it's facing the center of the stage, and the angle is just right, so I can just see the singers performing on stage."

The man nodded casually, and sat down on one side of the sofa, leaving some space for the little guy.

"However, I really didn't expect it to be in a classical theater..."

Little Mebius also sat down temporarily, and at the same time, said with some curiosity.

Before her father went insane, it was not that she had not followed her father to such a place—after all, wealthy families always tended to cultivate their children's taste and disposition.

So, although she doesn't like to listen to these noises, she still has some understanding of their fashion trends.

"Don't people nowadays prefer to listen to pop music? Classical music should be outdated, right?"

Just like scientific theories, things that are outdated and overturned don't make much sense.

"Eh, there is still a big difference between art and technology, my dear Mebius."

The man smiled and shook his head.

"However, you are right. These days, there are indeed fewer and fewer people willing to listen to classical music."

With the development of the Internet, pop music, which already had the upper hand, has flourished with the help of the new era of media, while classical music has not been further developed due to the limitations of form and content.

"The person who invited you...what's her name?"

"Her name is Eden."

The man said lightly, as if he remembered something, he suddenly introduced the name and story of this girl she had never met to Mebius beside him with great interest.

This girl from a musical family has received a good art education since she was a child, and has always loved classical music and opera. She longs to be able to stand on the stage that attracts the attention of people like her predecessors one day.

Listening to the narration of Mr. Pervert beside him, little Mebius' expression gradually changed.

He seemed to know the man named Eden very well, which surprised her a little.

After deliberating, she tentatively asked:

"It seems that you are very familiar with her."

"Well, of course, after all, I was her manager for a while, um, the first one."

The man said with some pride.

"……what?"

Little Mebius turned his head in disbelief to look at Mr. Pervert beside him.

"You still know music?"

"Know a thing or two."

The man pretended to be modest and said.

Seeing the disbelief on the face of the little guy beside him, he added:

"I do know a little bit, but I learned it from a friend in the past. Well, it's far from the style here."

Little Mebius thought for a while and asked:

"Shenzhou style?"

For most people living in their land, it is actually quite difficult to distinguish between China and the Far East.

After all, the cultural industries such as animation, music, and comics in the Far East are very popular all over the world, and many of their works are based on the history or works of China.

Because of this reason, many people who are unwilling to understand often confuse the concepts of China and the Far East.

But for her who pursues precise definitions, it is not difficult to figure out the difference.

"Well, it's a pity that there is no guzheng here, otherwise, when I get interested, I can show you a hand."

"...Who cares about it?"

The light green haired girl pouted.

However, based on this calculation, his past experience should be quite colorful?

Judging from his appearance, he is probably in his early 20s, and he doesn't have a vicissitudes of life...

"What? Thinking about me?"

As if seeing through the thoughts in the little guy's mind, the man asked with a smile.

"I'm just wondering how many girls you have harmed in the past."

"What is a scourge? I'm very serious, okay?"

"Who is a decent person to keep a diary? Also, is bickering with a nine-year-old child something a serious adult would do?"

"..."

The corner of the man's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't continue to answer.

The outcome of this round is the victory of little Mebius.

The little bickering time is over, because in front of the two of them, the originally bright stage has become dark under the disappearance of the lights.

——This is the signal that the singer is about to appear.

A beam of light hit the stage from a high altitude, reflecting the girl's figure.

Because of this, little Mebius saw the face of this Eden whom he had never met for the first time.

It was a girl with wine-red hair and bright yellow eyes. Judging from her age, she was probably older than herself.

There is no doubt that she has a good face and has the charm that a star singer should have.

But why did such a young girl choose to go on the path of classical music?

The girl on the stage bent slightly to say hello to the guests who came to enjoy her performance.

And when she stood up again, her gaze swept over a certain box that was facing—

"...Why do I feel like she is greeting you specially?"

"Maybe."

The man replied casually.

At the same time, the narrator slowly told the name of the opera——

The Exit of the Nightcap King.

The narration's voice fell slowly, and the girl's sweet and soft voice also followed.

"Once upon a time there was a land of abundance

The people there have no worries about food and clothing, live in peace and harmony

But the king is old and dying

The god of death came to the bed and invited him to another country..."

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