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So, things like picks...

You must be mistaken; I couldn't possibly know you from the past.

[Or perhaps, the person you knew from the past has disappeared?]

No, no, no, absolutely not.

Ningzi has always been Ningzi, unless there are some memories that my brain hasn't released to me yet.

Ningzi grasped Mu's hand, her gaze fixed on the pick in Mu's hand.

With a slight upturn of her lips, she teased him in a lighthearted manner:

"Well, of course I remember, Mumu, don't be sad. I just didn't expect Mumu to buy an exact replacement."

"Xiao Ning, do you still remember?"

"Haha, of course, I haven't forgotten anything related to harmony."

"Um!!!"

Mu was very touched, and Ningzi was satisfied that she had fooled Mu.

Everyone has a perfect ending.

Can…

Upon closer inspection of the tape, Toyokawa Ningko noticed something amiss.

I think I saw this thing just a few days ago…

It seems to be the pick that I gave to Hailing.

The future looks bleak, but for now, as long as Mu doesn't know Hailing, there shouldn't be any major problems.

How could Mu possibly know Hailing? They're not even in the same band...

"Ugh?!"

"What's wrong, Xiao Ning?"

"It's okay...uh, it should be fine."

My brain feels a bit sluggish, it's really awful.

Ningzi didn't believe her brain was capable of handling such complex matters; the constant rustling noises around her prevented her from thinking.

"Xiao Mu, could you get me some water? I need to take my medicine."

This time it's a normal medication.

Ningzi twisted open the medicine bottle and put the orange-yellow pill into her hand.

The warm yellow color makes the pills look safe.

"Ah."

Mutsu put away the dial and went upstairs to get water, leaving Toyokawa Ningko alone in the basement.

Ning Zideng's gaze unconsciously swept across the corner of the basement.

"Huh, what's this?"

Ch150. The Problem Girls' Lonely Weekend

Takamatsu House, the bedroom of the lamp.

"People who can't hear music always think that dancers are crazy... Sigh, this is so well written."

My usual Saturday routine is to lie in bed watching documentaries, and when the narrator discusses certain animal behaviors, he suddenly quotes Nietzsche.

"Will I be able to write like this someday in the future?"

She put down her phone and closed her eyes.

It was a quiet weekend, but the lights were anything but boring.

She grabbed the notebook from the bedside table and used a black pen to record every little thing about Toyokawa Ningko.

The weekend is long, but not enough for Deng to organize all the little things that happened during the week.

The lamp was troubled by this, but the corners of its mouth would occasionally turn up in a smile.

Since school ended yesterday afternoon, Deng has been writing and drawing in bed except for sleeping and eating time.

"call…"

"You wrote so fast this time... I really want to write more."

The wound on his hand was itchy. He rubbed the sunfish-shaped bandage covering the wound with the pen and buried his head under the covers again.

The bed is so soft and warm...

When Xiao Ning came to my house that day...did she end up in my bed?

No wonder the bed was filled with Ningzi's scent.

It makes me feel so safe.

With Xiao Ning, I feel full of strength.

But Ning does not belong to the lamp; Ning is an eternally free and joyful, eternally unrestrained being.

The lamp knew it couldn't control the other, but as long as it could look up at the other's flight path and pick up the feathers that fell during its flight, wasn't that enough?

The lamp is not disappointed with the current situation.

Can…

"I'm so greedy, I want more."

The blanket was pulled tight, like an eggshell, protecting the unhatched little penguin inside.

Clench your fingers tightly until the wound breaks open and starts to bleed.

The lamp didn't care at all, and even seemed...

"I feel safer now."

……

Shiina's house, Riki's bedroom.

This is the room with the best natural light in the Shiina family home, which Ritsuki's parents specially chose for their youngest daughter.

Before choosing a room, they specifically asked Riki's older sister, Shiina Maki, for her opinion.

Maki simply smiled and agreed to give the bedroom to Riki.

Lixi knew nothing about these things.

Lixi's bedroom curtains are drawn, which can meet the housing needs of any autistic or psychotic individual.

"Half way house, lost kitten in the street,"

(A cat lost on the street on my way home)

"Hit me where it hurts, I'm coming home to lose,"

(If you rub salt into my wounds again, I'll go home and admit defeat.)

Lixi was hunched over the computer. Although her sister had told her more than once to turn on the light when using the computer or her phone, she still wanted to turn the light off.

Perhaps it was out of rebellion, but when everything turned dark, she was able to focus more intently on what was on the screen.

This helps Lixi forget all her troubles.

She was watching a video clip about a manga called "Goodbye Eri".

I only clicked on it to take a look because Li Xi had read this comic before.

But when those beautiful scenes came into her view, Lixi couldn't help but watch them over and over again.

She hurts herself by looking at the amazing things happening in the world.

Because she knew that good things would never happen to her.

Lixi didn't know the time, nor did she want to practice drums. She wanted to do something that would help her improve, but...

"The female lead is strangely similar to Ningzi."

The light from the screen illuminated Lixi's face, and also the pet necklace on her chest.

【Tagawa Neko】

A name that brings eternal happiness and good fortune.

……

Nagasaki Motoyo's Lonely Apartment.

Unlike most of her peers, the Su family's house was very large, but she lived alone in the house.

Since the day Toyokawa Neko unilaterally announced that the two of them had no further connection, Motoyo has not gone to school.

Although, it only lasted a few days.

Su Shi's bedroom was well-lit, so instead of drawing the curtains to create a dark environment, she welcomed all the light in to enjoy her tea.

Because if even the light is lost, then Su Shi truly has nothing left.

Su Shi toyed with the teacup in her hand.

The thing she regrets most these past few days is that, on a whim, she washed the cup clean…

I regret it, because after the cup was clean, there was no trace of Ningzi left...

Does Crychic have a future?

Su Shi opened the AI ​​software and asked in a weak voice.

"Crychic is a small band composed of female junior high school students, primarily active in Ikebukuro, Tokyo, Japan. Regarding the question of whether Crychic has a future..."

What is the answer? What exactly is the answer?

“Crychic definitely has a future. Although the data is limited, based on the models of other girl bands, Crychic will continue to be active on the big stage of girl bands.”

"..."

Su Shi listened to Ai's voice again, seemingly trying to hypnotize herself.

"Xiao Xiang..."

【You're not allowed to call me that anymore, Nagasaki. You keep talking about Crychic, but you're really acting all high and mighty.】

"..."

Is this really how we're going to give up?

The only place we had a chance to fight for... are we just going to give it up like this?

My mother is busy with work and can't come home often; that's an unchangeable fact.

Yes, Crychic is different.

The revival of Crychic... is possible!

Even if Xiao Xiang doesn't want to... even if Xiao Xiang hates me...

But as the last member of Crychic... even if it's just for herself, Nagasaki Motoyo doesn't want to give up.

We've already lost too much.

I can't lose Crychic and everyone like I lost my father.

Nagasaki Motoyo went into the kitchen, boiled some water, and then made a cup of coffee using the coffee cup that Ningzi had used.

Three minutes, five minutes, seven minutes.

Let's talk about prime numbers.

After confirming that the coffee wasn't too hot but also not completely cold, Su Shi took off her pajamas and tossed them onto the sofa.

She went back to her bedroom, drew the curtains, turned the lights to their brightest, and then focused her gaze on the full-length mirror.

"Just for myself..."

Nagasaki Motoyo raised the coffee cup above her head, her hand trembling as she tilted it and poured the coffee over her head.