Who says meal replacements can’t be eaten as meals?

As for Miss Meow Dream, she is considering who can earn more money, and it seems appropriate to insert an advertisement here in the video.

"Ah, I didn't expect that it would be Meow Meng herself who would decide on the bassist for [NyaAki]. I like both Sakiko and Kaiko, it's really difficult to decide, meow meow~" Miss Meow Meng faced the camera with a conflicted look on her face, as if she was holding her chin with her cat's paw in thought. She was indeed a little conflicted.

From the perspective of strength and the quality of the band's future songs, Haizi is undoubtedly a better choice. But first of all, what I signed with Chuzi was only a band support agreement. I was overjoyed that the big star agreed to come to shoot the video. It is estimated that he will not be present for the usual practice. This band does not focus on musicality at all, and there will be no offline live performances anyway. When the time comes, just put on a show and record a few clips of everyone playing together. As for the audio, everything can be synthesized later. Haizi's superb playing skills have changed from a hard indicator to a traffic label that adds icing on the cake.

Secondly, there is the difference in temperament. The mainstream audience of the channel is still high school girls enjoying their youth. Sakiko's image undoubtedly fits the definition of youth and vitality. The most important thing is that Sakiko is easier to fool than Haizi. Under her beautiful face, she naturally shows a clear and rural feeling. This kind of likable personality will definitely have a good effect on the show.

He made up his mind and was about to press the green OO button, but the cat paw gesture he was deliberately making stopped.

"Sakiko, I actually like you more, Meow." The cat's paw moved to the side and gently pressed the red XX button. "But I'm sorry, Meow~ I have to make the same choice as Xiao Qiuhui this time."

Yes, my original purpose of planning this band was indeed for traffic, but Xiao Qiuhui has been working hard at home recently to practice the keyboard skills that she had long forgotten, and now she is considering the future of the band so seriously. How can I be selfish and only consider my own interests? [NyaAki] is a band formed by the two of us.

The electric colored lights lit up red and emitted a crude and funny electronic sound. Miao Mengqin also stood up and said some words to welcome the new bassist to the camera. He cheered up and said congratulations to Hai Ling. Miss Sakuya put away her GB-4 somewhat dejectedly.

As expected, I am still no match for Hai Ling. It's rare that I still have confidence in my bass skills.

Miss Miao Meng and Senior Qiu Hui came over to comfort me, but it was normal to be eliminated because of lack of skills, and I had only known Senior Qiu Hui for one day.

"I'm really fine. If I've recorded enough material for Meow Mengqin, I'll go home. My sister is waiting for me at home for dinner." After regaining her spirits and with a bright smile on her face, Sakuya waved goodbye to a few people and quickly turned around, pushed the door and left the practice room.

Chuhua's ears moved, and just as he was about to chase after him, he was stopped by Miao Meng.

"Chuzi, you have to wait a moment. We need to re-record the introduction video and the comments." Miao Meng fiddled with the camera, then turned to Hailing and said, "Haizi, do you also want to record your thoughts on joining the team?"

Hachiman Kailing stared at the closed door of the practice room with her light green eyes, holding her chin with one hand, as if she was thinking about something.

Hearing this, she leaned over and skillfully fastened the clasp of her bag.

"No thanks." Hailing picked up the bass bag. "The styles are too different. I won't join [NyaAki]."

"I'm sorry, but [NyaAki] may not be the right home for me." Standing in front of the door of the practice room, Hai Ling looked back at Miss Meow Meng who was in a daze.

"Wait a moment, I will bring back a bassist suitable for you." After saying that, Hai Ling strode out.

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After leaving the noisy recording studio caused by Meow Mengqin, Ms. Sakuya was still a little depressed.

The back with the bass bag on her back unconsciously slumped down, and the light green sprout hair accessories were covered by the cold color of the neon lights outside the window, making her look a little listless, and the girl's steps no longer had the previous lightness.

Crossing the automatically opened glass sliding door, we returned from RiNG's practice area to the artistic transparent hall on the first floor.

Aside from the slightly dim lighting, the bulletin board was the same as when I first arrived, filled with requests for band support for the bassist.

Do you want to go and have a look? I failed the selection for [NyaAki], but I should still have a chance to find another suitable band. It doesn't matter if I don't go with Yugaoka's classmates, it's just a little troublesome.

Perhaps it was because I played too hard before, and a feeling of fatigue suddenly came over me.

Forget it.

It’s already very late after the performance today. If I don’t go back soon, my sister will worry.

The bright incandescent light from the top of the hall shines evenly in every corner, cutting a small gap in the curtain of night.

She shook her little head and patted her cheeks to get rid of all the bad emotions. Ichinose Sakuya's eyes were shining as she raised her head again.

There's no need to be frustrated about this kind of thing. Ichinose Sakuya, if you're not as proficient in finger-rolling as others, just go home and practice hard, and also learn how to control the rhythm and so on.

After all, bass is not everything in life, there are always other people waiting for you.

Sakuya-san regrouped and took the first step when she was startled by a sudden voice behind her.

"It looks like you've recovered well." Hachiman Kailing said calmly.

"Oh, come on, don't scare me from behind suddenly, Hailing-san." Miss Sakuya, who had completely returned to her original form, complained dissatisfiedly.

The scene in front of her was somewhat familiar. Hai Ling tilted her head and thought for a moment, then spoke softly:

"Want to go for a drink?"

Chapter 33: Coach, I want to play the bass

Japan's vending machines are definitely one of the seven unsolved mysteries of Tokyo.

The items sold range from basic snacks and drinks to regional specialties, and even stationery picks commonly used by students can all be found in vending machines standing in strange corners. Coupled with the vending machine replenishment specialists that no one has ever seen, the always neatly arranged goods, and the amazing density of several machines can be seen almost every 100 or 200 meters, these basic laws of physics together constitute Japan's somewhat strange vending machine culture.

But what's wrong with that? Even if the convenience store closes early when you get off work in the early hours, you can still get a little bit of strength from the steaming red bean rice cake soup that falls from the vending machine.

This was not the first time that Hachiman Kailin used the red vending machine in the lobby of RiNG's first floor. She looked away from the Dr. Pepper soda that never sold out at the top, and skillfully put in a few coins, just enough to make up the exact amount without change, and then clicked the red dot button on the vending machine twice in a row. The circuit board accurately transmitted the signal to the transport device, and the springs and gears made a loud mechanical snapping sound. After a while, two consecutive "beeps" came from the pickup port. Bass was placed next to Sakuya in advance by herself. Half squatting and bending over, Hachiman Kailin returned to the wooden chair against the wall in the lobby with a box of [Melting Panda Milk Jelly - Citrus Flavor that can be Sipped] in one hand.

Miss Sakuya was holding Hailing's bass bag in a daze. After someone said he wanted to have a drink with her, before she could refuse, he stuffed the custom bass, which cost more than Xiangzi's half-year rent, into her arms. He then said casually, "Wait for me over there," and disappeared.

Sitting on the bench, after boredly reading every introductory character embroidered with golden thread on the corner of Hailing's bag, Ms. Sakuya stretched her legs for a while with mixed feelings that she might have to review her English vocabulary. Feeling a little cold, she shrank back and hugged the bag tightly without moving. After all, it was a very important thing for Hailing.

I was thinking about using the professional English that I had learned in three days to introduce the Yuqiu campus to the transfer student from the next class, Dun Dun, when I suddenly felt a moderate weight on my head and a warm feeling.

Miss Sakuya looked up in confusion, and happened to meet Shanghai Ling's turquoise and penetrating eyes.

The milk jelly lost its balance and fell towards the chair under the pull of gravity. Hailing reached out and grabbed it in time, and handed the orange box to Sakuya.

"Why don't you take it with your hands?" Miss Hailing was really confused.

"Ah? Thank you, Kailing." Sakuya carefully put down the black bag in her hand after thanking her, and then took the warm milk jelly with both hands and held it in her palms to keep warm. "Because Kailing's bass is still here with me, the custom-made version of AR-07 must be very expensive. Ah, by the way, Kailing, can I try your bass in the future? I haven't played a six-string bass yet..."

Miss Sakuya was still chattering away her thoughts like a little sparrow seeing its companion, while Hailing simply took out a straw and listened quietly while sipping her milk jelly without even sitting down.

It looked like it was in a state of shock just now, but now it looks like a big brown dog that got drenched by the rain. It just shook off the rain and started running again.

"Nya Yumeko should send you the activity plan after [NyaAki] tonight." Hai Ling suddenly interrupted.

“So, if there are six strings, I have no idea how to allocate my fingers…eh?” Sakuya-san expressed her confusion and stretched out her left hand to scratch her head. “(°ヘ°)

"Also, if you have any questions about bass in the future, you can just come and ask me." Hailing continued to speak in confusing words, and Miss Sakuya felt like she seemed to have missed two chapters.

"Hey - Hailing, are you giving up the bassist position of [NyaAki]?" After the CPU's operating speed finally caught up with the system process, Ms. Sakuya was a little angry, and her tone became serious for the first time:

"Hailing-san, if you gave up the position of bassist just because you felt sorry for me, I would be very, very angry." Putting the milk jelly in her hand aside, Sakuya stood up and looked Hailing straight in the eyes.

"I like your bass playing. It may be a long time before I can play the perfect beat like Hailing-san without any wrong notes. But... I am also a bass player."

After a pause, Ms. Sakuya's demeanor unconsciously lowered a little.

"Although it may sound ridiculous to say this, and I have never joined a band... But I still have to say that I also have that... that... thing called [Bassist's Soul]!" After shouting out those strange lines that even she herself thought were so second-rate, a little red frost quietly covered Miss Sakuya's face. She glanced away unconfidently with her beautiful gray-blue eyes, and finally looked back at Hachiman Kairin with determination.

"We are the same kind of people." Hachiman Kailing still maintained a calm tone, but for the first time, there was a slight shift in her eyes.

"No, it should be said that we used to be the same kind of people." Hai Ling put down the citrus milk jelly in her hand and spoke softly.

"[NyaAki] is not suitable for me." Hailing reiterated the conclusion. "First of all, Meow Mengzi's filming work will take me extra time, and it will also take a lot of effort to adapt."

"Ah... Miss Meowen does... have a little bit of jumping thoughts." Miss Sakuya, who had finally accumulated some state, was brought back to her original state by this sentence, and her fingertips pressed together a little embarrassedly.

"Secondly, as I said before, I came to participate in the election because a band I work for part-time had problems and I had some time off." Miss Hailing continued to explain, "Just yesterday, the members of that band had a big fight and sent me a new application for support. Today's interview was originally a mutual choice. I just chose the latter between Miao Meng and the other employer."

Looking at the flaxen-haired girl who seemed to be gradually calming down, Hai Ling spoke lightly:

"Finally, do you want to play the bass, Sakuya?"

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RiNG's lighting system is specially designed to provide appropriate brightness for most spaces, but it will eventually leave out some areas that are of little use.

Leaning against the wall, Sanjiao Chuhua quietly hid himself in a corner where the two bassists could not see him.

The curved screen of the phone provided negligible light, and Chu Hua's perfect face was expressionless.

A name can be vaguely seen in the reflection of the purple pupils - Nagasaki Suyo.

Chapter 34: Mutual Friends Are Bad Civilization

Ichinose Sakuya still couldn't understand what Hachiman Kairin was thinking.

Maybe some people are born to be as free and unrestrained as the wind. The spring breeze never cares what it blows up. Maybe it is the first dust that falls on the top of the new buds, or the pink cherry blossoms that bloomed early and were soaked by the spring rain, or just a potato chip bag that was thrown away in the park.

Ichinose Sakuya now feels like she is the potato chip bag being carried away by the wind.

It looks colorful, with ink printed on it with the color combination carefully drawn by the designer, which can attract people's attention at just a glance.

But it's completely empty! Maybe there are some potato chip crumbs left? If possible, please make it tomato flavored.

"So, Hailing, why are you willing to teach me bass? You seem to be very busy." Miss Tomato Chips gradually came to her senses, but still couldn't figure out what was so special about her that Hailing would take the initiative to care about her. Recalling her own small treasury, Sakuya tentatively added, "Ah, let's make it clear in advance that the reward I can give Hailing is not high, only about 4000 yen per time... How about 5000 yen?"

"I just don't want to be bothered by Miao Mengzi anymore." Hai Ling had already picked up her bass bag again. "I've already sent the Line application. I'll let you know before we meet next time. Bye then."

Hai Ling did not comment on Miss Sakuya's reward.

After all, if all else fails, there is still the option of paying with your body.

Of course, the method here refers to helping to fill in as the support bassist when you are too busy.

"Okay...bye."

Hachiman Kailin left, but Sakuya's little head was still confused. The series of events tonight clearly exceeded the upper limit of Sakuya's processor. However, overall, he successfully found his first part-time band.

Mr. Lu Xun once said: When you can’t figure out something, don’t think about it anymore.

Miss Sakuya, with an empty head, was swiping her phone to approve Hailing's friend request while staggering towards the station. Just after turning two corners, she accidentally bumped into a slender figure in a white sports shirt.

His body staggered due to the reaction force and his cell phone almost slipped out of his hand. Fortunately, the lady in the baseball cap in front of him grabbed his wrist and pulled him, otherwise he would have fallen heavily on his butt.

"Oh, sorry, I bumped into you." Looking up, I saw someone wearing sunglasses who looked familiar.

"It's okay. Ichinose-san should also be careful. It's very dangerous to look at your phone while walking." Sankaku Hatsuka took off the sunglasses that concealed his identity and smiled at Sakuya.

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Sankaku Hatsuka didn't quite understand why her former deskmate Kailing was so concerned about Ichinose Sakuya.

Was it because he saw the pure musicality of the bassist in her? Or was it related to the student Tatsuki Shiina sitting in the front seat?

Of course, Chuhua doesn’t care about all of the above.

All he had to do was get news about Shoko through Ichinose Sakuya.

The words the girl said when she left the recording studio flashed through my mind - she also had a sister with whom she had a good relationship.

The most likely person is Crychic's previous bassist, Ms. o_O, whom I have watched many times - Nagasaki Motoyo.

RiNG did a good job with the lighting. The scene in the corridor was projected well onto the glass wall of the door. The figure of Ichinose Sakuya, who was playing with her mobile phone with her head down, was also projected along with the corridor.

Looking at the phone while walking is such a convenient habit. After modifying the planned encounter, Sankaku Hatsuka stopped Sakuya at the right moment.

......

The flaxen-haired girl in front of him did not doubt him, and even put her hands together, bowed slightly and apologized.

This made Chuhua feel relieved that the plan went smoothly, but also a little guilty for fooling a child. He felt... there was no need to go through so much trouble. If he just asked Sakuya directly for the Line number, she would give it to him.

After exchanging pleasantries, the two of them walked out together at a not-too-distant distance.

"I'll be grateful for Ichinose-san's care in the future at NyaAki. Today's bass performance was wonderful." Chuhua said with a smile on her face.

"It's me. I'm the one who got the advantage of being able to form a band with a big star like Sumimi." Sakuya smiled awkwardly. "Come to think of it, Sankaku-san is really gentle. He doesn't have the airs of a star at all. He was also very gentle and considerate of my feelings during the selection. And just now when we were at the corner..."

"I'm just an ordinary first-year high school girl like Ichinose-san. You're exaggerating." Feeling increasingly guilty, Hatsuka suppressed her conscience and continued to push the topic forward. "It's getting late, is Ichinose-san going back by train?"

"Yeah, after all, taxis in Tokyo are too expensive." Sakuya nodded.

It was indeed a tram, Chuhua nodded in his heart.

"Well... this may be a little presumptuous, Ichinose-san, would you like me to give you a lesson?"

“Eh? That’s not very convenient…” Ms. Sakuya was about to politely refuse.

"It's almost seven o'clock now. Ichinose-san said before that your sister is still waiting for you to come back for dinner, right?" Chuhua seemed to realize that what he said might cause misunderstanding, and waved his hand and continued: "Sorry, my teammates in the same group often wait for me to come back to the apartment to have dinner together, so I roughly understand that feeling. If I come home too late, Ichinose-san's sister will worry, right?"

"The production company has arranged a vehicle for today's pick-up. I don't think the driver would mind helping to take a high school girl who is anxious to go home. Besides, we will be teammates in the future."

The smile on Chuhua's face was indeed reassuring. Miss Sakuya thought about it and felt that there didn't seem to be anything worth worrying about her, so she happily followed the big star into the black nanny car.

Sanjiao-san is such a gentle and kind person!

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After calmly noting down the address of the building that Ichinose told the driver, Sankaku Hatsuka leaned back in the seat, flipping through her phone with the brightness turned down.

Two system messages popped up in succession on the light green Line interface.

[Konohana Sakuya] has accepted your friend request. Click to add a note.

You have [multiple] mutual friends, click to view.

Casually leaving a note about Ichinose to Sakuya, Hatsuka narrowed her purple eyes slightly as she stared at the name displayed under the mutual friends - Sakichan.