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Aion's energy is truly enviable.

Ningzi leaned back in her chair with difficulty, hoping that a madman would rush into the classroom and stab her to death.

Ideally, the knife should be plunged into the chest and twisted left and right, turning the heart into a pile of mush.

"Xiao Ning! Do you have a band yet? Let's form a band!"

"Hmm?" Ningzi looked at Chihaya Aine strangely. "Aine, what musical instruments do you play?"

"Um...I..."

Chihaya Aine thought of Toyokawa Neko's superb piano skills and felt embarrassed to show off her mediocre skills that she had neglected for many years.

"I feel like I can't do anything."

Toyokawa Ningko had anticipated this situation and shrugged indifferently.

"Then, how about letting Xiao Ai take on a role like manager? After all, that's quite important."

A band's manager often plays an exceptionally important role in the band's success.

The famous manager of Queen slept with the lead singer, who had buck teeth, and caused Queen to disband for several years.

Incidentally, that person also led Uncle Bucktooth into an abyss from which there was no turning back.

"Hey? An agent? Maybe I could give that a try."

Ai Yin thought of those top managers dressed in high-end suits, followed by members of big bands.

He moved freely among the dignitaries at the banquet, chatting happily with all sorts of people, and even managed to make Toyokawa Ningko famous, ultimately securing his place in history as "Toyokawa Ningko's lifelong best friend"...

“Hey hey hey…”

"Xiao Ai, you're drooling."

"Huh? Really?"

"No. So, let's form a band together and stay together for life."

"Huh? Can I really do it?! Okay!"

Aine's startled laughter was heard by the lamp.

The lamp playing with the stones captured the essence of the band.

and.

lifetime?

Why didn't you take me with you for the rest of your life...?

"Xiao Ning, are you guys forming a band?"

"Oh right, we should form a band, right? What, does Xiaodeng want to join too?"

"Me? Can I... never mind."

Because of Ningzi, the shadow that had troubled the lamp for so long has disappeared.

Because an even more terrifying shadow loomed over Takamatsu Akari's head: Toyokawa Ningko.

The thought that Ningzi might commit suicide at any moment, and that he was powerless to stop her, made Gao Songdeng feel exhausted.

Bands and such are minor matters now.

She was content as long as she could see Toyokawa Ningko live a peaceful and stable life.

The wound hurts, but the pain brings peace.

"It's okay! Even if Xiaodeng doesn't want to go on stage, she can still do some behind-the-scenes work."

"Behind-the-scenes work?"

"Yes."

Toyokawa Ningko racked her brains trying to figure out Takamatsu Akari's skill panel.

Little light... little light...

Wait, the notebook!

"I think that with those beautiful words in the notebook, which are as elegant as poetry, it would definitely be suitable as a lyric!"

"Me...me!"

"Yes! It's you!"

What was that saying again?

Even if this heavy rain stops, I will remember it and move forward. The first raindrop of today made me lift my head and use the transparent umbrella to circle my solitary world... Hmm?

"No, don't say it! And why does Xiao Ning know it by heart... It's so embarrassing..."

The lamp covered Ningzi's mouth, and the girl's shame blended into her every move, as sweet as ice cream.

Some people just don't like this kind of girlishness.

Chihaya Aine tried her best to keep smiling.

Even though she didn't want to laugh at all.

[I'm so envious! They're so close! And why am I the one sticking to Xiaoning instead of her?!]

Ch156. Chihaya Aine is really not bronze.

Classes are just for daydreaming and slacking off!

We still don't know whether Toyokawa Neko ever listened attentively to a single lesson.

"Boring, so boring."

Chihaya Aine, sitting next to her, was taking notes so fast they were practically flying, and Toyokawa Ningko looked down on her from the bottom of her heart.

You bastards, the whole environment is ruined by wicked people like you.

The desk was of poor quality, not even as good as the bed at home, so Ningzi couldn't even get a nap.

Moreover, it seems that the scholarship application I made with the student council president, whom I passed by the cafeteria last time, is about to be approved.

The other party required Ningzi to maintain her grades in the top three of her grade for half a semester, and thoughtfully provided transcripts and exam content of previous scholarship recipients.

Ningzi didn't feel anything, she just thought that she could definitely do it too.

"Toyokawa-kun, the answer to this question is..."

"Square Root of 1147".

"That's right, pay attention in class now."

"Okay, teacher."

Boring conversations and uninteresting content—that's how Ningzi and her teacher interact in class.

This kind of interaction happens every day, but Ningzi always manages to get away with it.

When the teacher calls on her, the answers seem to appear out of nowhere, as if they are innate, and they force Ningzi to answer them.

"Wow, Xiao Ning is amazing! You were just spacing out when you were able to answer that!"

Ai Yin adjusted her black-rimmed glasses, her admiration and curiosity evident in her tone.

This might be because she thinks she and Ningzi are very close.

"Hmm? Actually, I was listening to the lecture, I was just pretending not to to fool you."

"Wow, how naughty!"

"Pfft, that's just a lie. I really didn't listen in class."

"It's gotten even worse!"

Ningzi wanted to see Aine grit her teeth in anger, but Aine, this nobody, just puffed out her cheeks and pretended to be a pufferfish.

Ugh, how boring.

Ning Zi slumped back onto the table; she really didn't know what to do in the classroom anymore.

The lamp is lying down asleep, and the red-haired guy next to it is off work today.

I heard that she was hospitalized due to dehydration after being detained by a group of evil girls from Shimokitazawa bands.

Tsk, what a bunch of nobodies.

"No, I need to go bother my little green-haired guy."

[Neko: Are you there?]

Although they all say that if you start with a Joker, it's bound to be a bad starter.

Can…

【Wakaba: Yes.】

If the other person truly cares about you, then the one turning into a clown is someone who's ready to mock you.

[Neko: Mumu, did you smile today? Let me see.]

Wakaba: Okay.

[wakaba: selfie.jpg]

In just a moment, Mu sent her a selfie.

Ningzi sighed at Mu's obedience while looking at the photos.

The classrooms in Moon Forest are very large, probably two of them are in Haneoka, right? And the decoration is so luxurious that it rivals the decoration cost of an entire floor of Haneoka.

Mutsumi in the photo wasn't actually smiling, was she?! Her smile was so faint; even Aine's normal smile had a much wider curve at the corners of her mouth.

If you look closely, you can still see some differences... but the pet necklace and Mulan's bright, golden eyes are even more beautiful.

[Neko: Thank you for the treat. *pat pat*]

【Wakab: Rubbing against you.】

This is what a harmonious chat entails.

Ningzi won't send a message unless she takes the initiative to contact Mumu.

Even if Mu missed Ningzi terribly, she would only hide in a corner and cry by herself. She would only stammer and feel aggrieved when Ningzi came looking for her.

So ever since she returned from Mutsu's house that day, Toyokawa Ningko has been sending Mutsu a message every hour.

It could be a simple greeting, or it could be an emoji sent because someone didn't know what to say.

Mu always replies quickly, and her replies are always incredibly thoughtful.

This is a gentleness unique to Mutsuka Wakaba.

"It feels like Mu has been pretty much fully exploited, tsk."

Who's next? Who should we look for next?

The little penguin in front is still sleeping; did it forget the time while working on a civil engineering project all night?

"Little lamp, little lamp, wake up quickly."

Ningzi called out to her softly, but clearly without success.

The lamp used its arm as a pillow and fell into a deep sleep.

Going to school is pretty good though, since the teacher doesn't seem to care about this.

"If the teacher doesn't care about the small fry, I will."

Shoes kicked off, and the small feet wrapped in black mid-calf socks regained their freedom.

It's been a long time since I played the game of sticking the soles of my feet to my calves with the lamp. Looks like I'll have to use that as a wake-up call today!

The calves, encased in socks, resembled a python writhing in the darkness, slowly slithering along the floor tiles behind the light.

Approach slowly, get close carefully...

Stick it on quickly!

"what!"

Startled, Deng cried out, drawing the attention of the entire class.