The social phobia substitute will not dream of the band girl

Chapter 38 If I could see the future, would it be different?

"These are some of the rules I know about the industry... Are you listening, Mr. Pingxin?"

"Huh? Ah... Of course I'm listening. After all, I'm the one who asked you to come here for tutoring, right?"

Bai Lu Qiansheng looked at the man in front of him with mixed feelings, and almost couldn't hold up the iron mask on his face. It turned out that there really were such "stupid" people in this world.

Although there was income from helping Pastel*Palettes, it was definitely not as easy as he said. It might not even cover the expenses, and there were still favors to be owed...

Favor debts are the hardest to repay.

And after helping them so much, the request was actually "I feel like I need an expert in idols to be my teacher, so I need Maruyama Aya and Shirasagi Chisei, who know more about this, to help me with some guidance."

At first, Qiansheng thought that this "tutoring" was not serious, and that it might turn into directing as he was assisting. But he found that it was indeed very serious, and there was also a Higuchi Enka watching next to him.

Although no one knows what happened between the two of them that made Higuchi Enka completely disregard her image and exude murderous intent, Shiraishi Chisei knows that curiosity will kill the cat.

"Even though you're supposed to supervise me as a representative, if you're not interested, Enka, you can go back first, okay~?"

No, no, no, you're the one least interested in these things, right? I can hear you yawning, but are you really listening? Or...

Is the so-called consultation just an excuse, a step for them to fight for opportunities on their own?

If that's the case, then isn't this a bit too gentle?

It's simply...simply incompatible with the entire industry. Although Bai Lu Qiansheng doesn't know much about idols, she thinks it's not much different from the film and television industry. Besides, she was a child star, so of course she knows something about it.

I was grateful so I tried my best to give back, but it was a bit distressing that I worked so hard to speak for a long time but no one listened seriously.

Qiansheng took the mineral water handed to him by Maruyama Aya and started drinking it.

"I kind of understand what you just said. As expected, humans are still humans no matter where they are... Enka, did you understand? The reason you followed me here was probably to learn more so you don't make mistakes next time. Even though it was my fault last time, I really like your attitude towards learning, don't you think?"

What teacher?

Are you two going to perform some special act in front of me?

Gan, this person is so weird, but he doesn’t seem to be a bad person.

Gan, although he knew Ping Xin was not a bad person, he was still very strange.

To their surprise, Hirashin and Enka did not fight, but instead discussed the knowledge that Maruyama Aya and Shirasagi Chisei had just taught like a teacher and student.

"Wait... Mr. Ping Xin, is that how you normally think?"

"No," Ping Xin shook his head, then looked at her in confusion and replied, "I was just daydreaming, wasn't I?"

"But you were listening carefully to what I and Cai were saying, right?"

"Yeah, but who says you can't listen to the lecture when you're daydreaming?"

???

Do you want to listen to what you are saying again?

Maruyama Aya, who was daydreaming and eager to get back to training and continue her idol career, didn't notice anything, but you understood the lesson even though you were daydreaming, even more than Enka, who was listening silently the whole time. Is this what you call daydreaming!?

"Hmm... I see. I understand. Well, I'll take my leave then."

Although he didn't understand Ping Xin's words, Bai Lu Qiansheng understood that it was best not to delve into the matter of this man. It was enough to know that he would not do anything bad.

Qiansheng pulled Maruyama Aya out. Although the latter looked surprised and confused as if she had just woken up and didn't know what happened, she still let herself be led away obediently, just like a good dog.

"So what were you thinking about just now? Were you having some unspeakable fantasies about other adolescent middle school students? Mr. Porn Maniac—"

Since that day, Enka was finally willing to talk more with Hirayukobu, but she could feel that there was still a gap between them. What was she worried about?

Unfortunately, the "speed pass method" was banned. In a sense, now that their relationship has eased a little, Enka is even more difficult to deal with than before, which really gives Hirayuko a headache.

"I was just thinking...if I could see the future, would it be different?"

Pingxin looked at the sky outside the window, and the ice in the drink slowly melted, just like the sunlight leaking in at this moment.

"After all, if I could know the future, those sorrows, pains, and irreversible events might not have happened—"

"...Heh, it really suits your age's fantasy."

Did Higuchi Enka scoff at this? No, in fact, she was specifically targeting Hira Nobu. After all, their relationship was just a mixed bag, a lingering, awkward one, maybe just what you could call running buddies.

"Are all cartoonists really like this? They're like children who never grow up, yet they pour their dreams and passion into every storyboard."

Ping Xin's wish reminded her of the ending of "Magical Girl Tsuna", the scene where the pink girl made a wish and cut off all the tragedies. Is that the person he wants to be?

one......

god?

"...How stupid—"

"Yeah, Jun..."

"Ping Xin? ... Xin!?"

The man's hands fell limply, his forehead slamming directly onto the table. He couldn't even hold onto the phone in his hand, and could only be bound by gravity.

What a nasty...feeling.

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"A strange ceiling... but it doesn't seem that strange."

"......you're awake?"

Even though he was being held down and unable to rise, and even though his vision was completely dark for some reason, Hirashin could still recognize Higuchi Enka's voice. She could be very cold when she was cold, and very warm when she was warm.

Isn't this nonsense? If I'm not awake, who is talking?

Ping Xin wanted to say something sarcastic, but when he saw everyone around him—

Well, it’s better not to talk anymore. Maybe I shouldn’t have woken up.

Ping Xin could sense it in the ward. Even without using his abilities, just by relying on the smell and body temperature, he could tell that the people here were his closest companions.

Hiranobu had wanted to introduce them to Enka during the flower viewing, but before he could, she dodged him and was then cut off at lightning speed. Seeing how she's getting along so well with the others now, it seems like the misunderstanding between them wasn't just their fault.

Of course, it would be better if Asuna and Karin didn't press on my face when I sleep, otherwise I wouldn't be able to see anything clearly.

...Am I blind?

After opening his eyes, Pingxin still could not feel any light. Is there something wrong with these eyes that have been with him since birth?

No, there was something on my face, something that no one else could see.

Like... a stand-in?

Chapter 39: The Crimson King and the Epitaph

"...You guys go out first, I have something to do, it's very dangerous-"

After hearing Ping Xin's words, everyone was confused, but they still walked out one by one. My girlfriends are really great~

"...So, what are you doing? Are you trying to overthrow your superiors?"

The stand didn't answer, but it couldn't speak anyway. It would be more accurate to say that only a few, like the White Snake, could speak and possess a clear sense of self.

It's just that it should be able to connect with me, to convey some emotions. I've tested this critical point before, when I was torturing Ping Xin... training my double. It has a certain degree of self-awareness, that's for sure.

"......Who are you?"

Even the magnetic field power couldn't see the appearance of the stand and could only capture a vague outline. Ping Xin, who didn't want to continue the "Guess Who I Am" game, pushed the hands away, and then was confused for a while, and finally turned to disgust.

Well, no wonder the Stand didn't want it to see it. It turned out that it had transformed into the Crimson King. This appearance was indeed not very good...

After all, like the famous Queen of Honkai, the Scarlet King can also be ugly sometimes, especially when he usually looks dignified... In short, he is not like a human being, probably

(o benefit o)

Such a feeling,

What? Is it possible that at this point, there are still people who are surprised that my stand can transform?

In short, after appeasing a group of stand-ins and making good use of the sweet-talking skills he had cultivated till now, the Crimson King, who had a red heart instead of a second face (epitaph) on his head, announced that he would be leaving the stage and tactfully asked if he could take a leave until his next plastic surgery.

Ping Xin was also worried that seeing this face in the middle of the night when he was half asleep and half awake might scare him into unleashing his ninjutsu, so he readily agreed.

"...King Crimson, what the hell are you!?"

So when he found a red mark on his forehead, he knew that this stand-in had not learned his lesson and had only imitated his despicable qualities!!!

"Ping Xin!"

Hearing Ping Xin's roar, the girlfriends outside rushed in, and then saw Ping Xin, who was looking at the mirror with a confused face, with a red mark like a pig's nose drawn on his forehead.

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That's probably what it feels like.

"Haha, Pingxin, what is that? It's hilarious~"

Asuna Ichinose, who is actually the first in the sequence, also took the lead in the charge today and was the first to mock Hirayuma.

Even the usually considerate little cotton-padded jacket Kadotate Karin and the black-hearted cotton-padded jacket Murokasa Akane covered their mouths and hid behind. Don’t think that I can’t see it just because I can’t see it!

As for Meganil... her thin stature actually gave her an advantage at this time. She walked straight through the crowd and stood on the hospital bed. Then she shook her head and sighed, patting Ping Xin's shoulder.

"...What's that guy doing who has to jump to hit my knee?"

As soon as Ping Xin said this, Ward immediately took advantage of the situation and the two started playing a game of cat and mouse.

Need I say more about what happened next?

Then, the little kittens began to surround and intercept the big rat, and then the big rat slid and ran away after admiring the scenery under the skirt. The hospital was filled with a happy atmosphere.

Then everyone was scolded by the doctor.

In the end, the great sinner Ping Xin was sent to the hospital cafeteria kitchen, and everyone came to help. It was such a joyful scene...

Yay, I successfully smoothed over the conflict between Enka and the others~!

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No matter how the Crimson King screamed, he wouldn't come out, just like Jerry hiding in a cave, but Tom really couldn't do anything to him today. Do I have to perform a caesarean section on him first?

Although there was a strange mark on his head, he seemed unable to activate it, or perhaps he just hadn't found a way. Although this "pig nose" was ugly, he wouldn't mind if it was really useful. After all, his bangs usually blocked it, so no one could see it.

"...Tsk, they didn't even trick the Crimson King out. Pretty clever of them."

After putting away the urge to beat up his own stand even if it meant getting hurt in return, Ping Xin lay on the bed thinking about what to do next.

After all, what you want comes to you. If you want to predict the future, here comes the Crimson King and Epitaph. What else can he say?

It's just that the observed future seems to be fixed, and only the Crimson King can change it. If I don't have a substitute, can I be that king?

Ping Xin, lying on the bed, was thinking about this problem. After all, he didn't even have the courage to ask in front of his girlfriends that he would go to send Enka off in person. What kind of king is he? At most, he is a small king, right?

"......Hmm~"

"...call--"

"...Guhehe~"

"...Don't run!... I'll catch you and teach you a lesson! You dare call me short?"

Listening to the four girls talking in their sleep, feeling their breathing, heartbeats, and body temperatures, Ping Xin's face broke into a smile. If both of his hands weren't held so that he could only pinch their pears, he really wanted to touch their cute little faces and give each of them a kiss.

The white moonlight sprinkled down, bringing them soft dreams, but now he found it difficult to fall asleep——

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