I have a lot of green plums

Although she instructed Hayasaka Ai to ask for help, she did not let the other party use his power to pressure others.

Geniuses all have their own pride, and the more they are oppressed, the more they will resist. If they can be oppressed to death, that's fine, but if they break free, it will be a huge trouble.

And with the talent of that young man, it was obvious that he was the latter. They could use the power of the Shinomiya family to make him unable to survive in Japan, but they could not stop him from developing abroad.

"Don't worry, Ms. Kaguya." Hayasaka Ai shook her head gently: "I just made up a friend who is terminally ill and wants to hear him sing before he dies."

"so what?"

"So, he just agreed to it." Hayasaka Ai's face was calm, "without asking for any reward."

"..."

After a moment of silence in the car, the girl's voice slowly came.

"That's it."

"Ah."

Hayasaka Ai nodded, but looked out the window.

Birds fly together and return to the deep forest.

But she, a bird, didn't even dare to speak openly about her only friend.

She is a bird whose wings have been broken and she has no freedom of her own.

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At night, April Yuzhi sat in front of the computer.

The screen shows the finished song, and after listening to it, no problems were found.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Siyue Yuzhi was about to shut down the software, but after thinking about it, he moved the mouse away from the power button, opened the web page and logged into his social account.

He hasn't read private messages for a long time, so he plans to take a look while there's still time.

Many people send him private messages every day, but he rarely reads them. Because these private messages are of no nutritional value to him, they are either crazy or sarcastic, or they are private messages seeking cooperation.

Of course, there are also many normal private messages, but precisely because they are too normal, it is difficult to attract other people's attention.

The purpose of reading private messages this time is actually very simple.

What if he encountered such a situation again? Just like what he encountered before and this time, perhaps in the private messages he ignored, there were also some people's extravagant hopes before leaving.

I want to listen to my favorite idol’s new song, I want him to write a song for them, I want to get his response...

If the content of the private message was like this, he would take a look at it no matter what.

Of course, it would be better if there weren't any.

......

It took another hour to read the private messages, and by the time I finished reading them all, it was almost midnight.

There were no parting words, which made Si Yue Yuzhi feel relieved.

But... there are a lot of messages that people really expressed.

Some people said that he was seriously injured and he got through it by listening to his music every day; some people said that he suffered from severe depression and he would listen to his songs every time he had negative thoughts.

Some people complained to him about the unfairness of fate, the trivialities of life, the bumpy road, the confusion of the future... It seemed that for these people, their lives were always a mess.

Looking at these messages filled with various emotions, Si Yue Yuzhi did not feel disgusted in her heart.

He understands.

There are people who live happily in the world, and there are also people who are blessed with misfortune. Their lives are not good, and the pressure from all sides always makes them feel suffocated.

At this time, it is a very happy thing to be able to encounter something you like and devote your heart to it.

After removing the sender information from these private messages, he took screenshots and saved them. Si Yue Yuzhi planned to use these private messages as material to make a video.

Then he quickly edited another tweet and sent it out.

——Starting from today, there will be a radio channel after 10 o'clock every night, and everyone is welcome to speak out about the unhappiness they encounter.

This radio station is also a kind of connection between himself and his fans. He doesn't have the grand idea of ​​solving everyone's troubles and making them happy every day.

He just felt that if a person was unhappy, it would definitely be much better to speak it out rather than keep it in his heart.

And he doesn’t have to be the host himself, he can just let other fans talk to each other.

Sometimes silence does not mean that you don’t want to speak out, but that you can’t find anyone who can listen in reality.

"Eh, radio station? What kind?"

"ASMR? April teacher's ASMR, hehe..."

"Idiot, you only read the first half of the sentence, right?"

"It's almost twelve o'clock now, April teacher, aren't you going to bed yet? You won't have the energy to study the next day if you keep going like this."

"Does Teacher April still need to study? Don't you even look at her grades?"

"I heard that April-sensei went to Shuchi-in as an exchange student."

"Hey! That's amazing."

......

In the bedroom, Hayasaka looked at the tweet and lowered her eyes slightly.

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April Yuzhi had already finished the song last night. After Hayasaka Ai got the news, she immediately promoted it loudly in the class.

"Everyone, listen to me. April has finished the song for the fireworks festival."

"Eh? Really?"

"That's amazing. Did April create this herself again?"

"Of course she is. April-student is not like us and can only use other people's songs."

"That's great. I also want to sing the song written by April."

"This time the victory will definitely go to April."

......

The classmates looked over here, talking a lot, but Si Yue Yu Zhi just glanced at the smiling girl and then sat down to do his own thing.

"April, can you show me the song you wrote?"

After the boy gained a wave of attention, Hayasaka Ai shamelessly came over and wanted to see his new song.

"No."

"Hey, please, April-san."

"No means no, there is no room for negotiation."

The girl's coquetry was tender and gentle, but April Yuzhi had a heart of stone. If the girls in his family acted coquettishly to him like this, he would just say a few words and let them see it.

But the guy in front of me can't do that.

"Oh... what a pity."

Time soon arrived at the fireworks display.

The conference was held in the huge playground of Xiuzhiyuan. The stage had already been set up and students were already performing on it.

The fireworks festival that lasted for two days and one night was enough to entertain all the teachers and students in the school, and it also finally made April Yuzhi feel a little bit of fun in Xiuzhiyuan.

Although it was a fireworks festival, there were no fireworks or firecrackers. After all, this was a school, and the purpose of the event was just to celebrate the arrival of the real fireworks festival in mid-September.

However, although there are no fireworks that burst into beautiful scenery after being launched into the sky, students can set off small fireworks in designated places.

What's so fun about this kind of thing?

Si Yueyuzhi thought that these young masters and young ladies would not be interested in these things, but the fact was that he was completely wrong.

Even if it's just an ordinary fairy wand or even a green charm, this group of spoiled people can have a lot of fun playing with it.

"Aren't you going to play?"

April Yuzhi sat cross-legged on the grass, bored, watching a group of people spinning in circles with sparklers. As expected, the girl named Hayasaka Ai came to him again.

"Not fun."

"How do you know it's not fun if you don't try it?" The girl was still as difficult as before.

“It is precisely because I have tried that I have such an evaluation.”

April Yuzhi said bluntly, "If Hayasaka wants to persuade me to join, forget it."

"Tsk, what a boring guy."

"Yes, yes." Si Yue Yuzhi was too lazy to argue with her.

After watching for a while, Si Yue Yu Zhi patted his butt, stood up and walked towards the stage.

Seeing this, Hayasaka Ai's eyes lit up, and without caring about anything else, she quickly asked, "Are you going to perform on stage?"

"Yeah." Si Yue Yuzhi replied unhappily. He got angry when the topic of performance came up.

Obviously, he had already returned home by this time, had taken a shower, had dinner, and was sitting with the girls watching TV, but the school scheduled his performance in the evening, so he had to wait until now.

How abominable.

"I'm cheering you on from the audience."

"Thank you very much."

......

"Now, please invite April to come on stage and perform for us!"

When was the last time you stood on a stage and sang alone?

Looking at the densely packed audience below the stage, Si Yue Yuzhi thought about it for a moment and then put the question behind him.

He exhaled softly and put the microphone to his lips.

"My name is April Yuzhi, I'm from Tokyo Chuo, and the name of this song is "Thank You"."

The theme of the fireworks festival is happiness and joy, so songs with passionate emotions and light rhythms are most suitable for performing on stage.

April Yuzhi also wanted to write such a song at first, but then he changed his mind after thinking about it.

What he wanted was not to ignite anyone's emotions or make the audience cheer loudly.

He just wanted to say thank you.

Thank you to the fans who still love him despite suffering from terminal illness.

And express what the fan wants to say in the song.

Having a friend who is willing to do anything for you must make you feel grateful.

"Everyone loses something inadvertently..."

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The boy's gentle voice floated into Hayasaka Ai's ears and echoed in her heart, leaving her stunned.

"In the busy time, it's like the puppets have lost their language..."

What an apt description.

Like a puppet that has lost its language... She has been playing this role for as long as she can remember.

Being manipulated by others to do things you don't want to do, without the right to resist;

Sometimes, in the dead of night, after finishing all her tasks, she would think about the purpose of her existence.

It was such a simple question, but even she, who was smart, could not find the answer. But now, the boy gave the answer.

Like a stray cat on the roadside... isn't that right? Although she lives in a castle that countless people dream of, in fact, this is not her home.

Just like stray cats, they live in a bustling metropolis, but they don’t have a decent home.