“Xu Chuyao.”
“Hmm?”
“What are your plans for the future… I mean, if we don’t have to fight anymore.”
The night at Shengling Academy was extremely quiet. The Clock Tower swung in the wind like a giant autumn swing.
As she searched for her cute little… well, big girlfriend, Shen Ning couldn’t help but ask the question.
“Huh? If I don’t have to fight,” Xu Chuyao replied, full of conviction, “of course I’ll do absolutely nothing.”
Are there really people who think being idle is a bad thing, and insist on finding something for themselves to do?
Shen Ning was a bit surprised. “I thought you’d become an idol or do something in business.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Because you sing really well.”
“Me?” Xu Chuyao burst out laughing, “That’s just what you think! Who told you that? You decided that on your own!”
Even the Reflections were chuckling, and even Milk Rod Reflection couldn’t hold back. It seemed that Yaoqin’s brother never said anything about her being good at business.
Only Gravel Reflection sighed, “Well, I think you’re great. Go ahead and laugh at me if you want.”
“That’s not appreciation, it’s just that your ears have issues. Hahaha.”
Broken Shadow nearly started a fight with Stress Shadow.
At that moment, Xu Chuyao said, “I can sing, sure, but you think I sound fine because there’s no accompaniment or melody. If there were, you’d know just how off-key I am.”
She shifted positions, stretching out. From the soft warmth of a young girl’s lap to hugging her chest—it wasn’t much, just a bit soft, and perfect as a pillow.
“But, to get back to the point, when that time comes, we won’t know what our identities will be. Even if we went up on stage and made a mess of things, no one would say anything. So it’s settled: after all the fighting’s over, we’ll go tour the world and hold a concert, do a global tour, test the world’s standards. Let’s go!”
That was the plan.
Her girlfriend seemed really happy about it, and Shen Ning also broke into a smile.
Midnight passed, and it was after two in the morning when Xu Chuyao finally lost count of how many songs she’d sung.
“Shen Ning, how long are you going to watch?”
The distracted girl was jolted back to reality, subconsciously reaching into her bag, only to find that all the snacks were gone. All that remained was that magical girl transformation wand.
“Well, let’s go back and sleep.”
“Okay, let’s sleep.” Xu Chuyao got up from her girlfriend’s lap, stretched, and before leaving remembered, “Um, my stuff…”
Confiscated!
[Villain Points 1200]
If you’re confiscating it, then confiscate it. So fierce, sigh.
Anyway, tonight she’d gotten more than a thousand points for free, so Xu Chuyao was in a great mood as she walked from the Clock Tower all the way back to the dorm, opened the door, and flopped right into bed.
Mi Xiaolu was woken by the noise and exclaimed in surprise, “You actually came back fully dressed!”
Then she rolled over and went back to sleep.
Zzzz
On the girls’ side, Shen Ning lay in bed, first pulling out the transformation wand and, as if handling a prisoner, carefully locked it in a cupboard with a latch.
Then she climbed up, lay on the bed, and couldn’t help but smile.
Hugging her girlfriend all night, eating together, watching the moon, and dreaming of the future—it really was a wonderful night.
“Enough, stop laughing,” Stress Shadow said seriously. “Let me ask you, where’s the second moonlight?”
Shen Ning froze.
Right, the moonlight…?
She opened the System Panel and scrolled down to the last page. The available uses for the Moonlight Ritual were still 0, which meant she hadn’t acquired the necessary materials this time.
The girl was at a loss.
Where is my moonlight?
“Hmph, slowly, slowly you ponder, little fish, listen carefully—moonlight, moonlight, pale moonlight~”
The next morning, Xu Chuyao started singing as soon as she woke, still in bed, drawing curious looks from her roommates.
“What’s with you? Did something happen last night?” Mi Xiaolu, who was bringing the breakfast back, put the food on the table. “Why don’t you calm down and eat something?”
“Of course I’ll eat, and nothing happened, I’m totally fine.”
Xu Chuyao got out of bed and sauntered over, explaining why she was singing, “Shen Ning and I made a pact: when we’re done with all the fighting, we’ll tour the world and hold concerts everywhere. Right, Xiaolu, do you think I sing well?”
“Um, your voice is pretty nice,” Mi Xiaolu said diplomatically.
“I’m off-key, right? That’s what I thought. Our plan is to go perform everywhere and see if people think I sound bad. If they do, then it just means my tune isn’t moving enough!”
Everyone, raise your hands above the waves of tears!
“That’s truly brutal,” Mi Xiaolu sighed, shaking her head.
You can’t even tell the truth—what a dark world this is.
After breakfast, Xu Chuyao was surprised to receive a call from the Security Department’s Minister, Long Tang.