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Wow, whose old lady is that?! Get this thing away! I don't want to see her! Drag her out and kill her!

"Watashi! I'm a member of Crychic too! What kind of twisted fun do you want? I can satisfy that too! I'm no less awesome than Lamp!"

"Huh? Are you serious?"

Ningzi recalled the Crychic band she had searched for that morning—a small band that had been confirmed to have ceased activities, had held very few events, and had very few fans.

It is noteworthy that Crychic's signature song and all their songs are of very high quality, because they only have one song, "Spring Shadow".

It seems that I did see Nagasaki Motoyo hiding in a corner, slacking off, in the recording of the live performance.

No wonder Su Shi mistook him for Xiangzi; they really did know each other.

"That's really funny. You're someone who doesn't put in any effort in the performance and is probably just someone in the band who helps carry takeout. How dare you say you're no worse than Deng?"

This person has no shame.

Ningzi turned back and threw the sheet music at Su Shi, the pianist, to cover her up.

"Please, please, I really didn't slack off! I participated in the troupe very seriously and performed very well. Please play me, I beg you!"

"I'll do anything if you're willing to play for me, please, Vadashi..."

"Shut up, you're really noisy."

"Ugh...I'm sorry..."

Piano Su Shi choked back tears, as if she had suffered a great injustice. She covered her mouth with her hands, wanting to cry but afraid of upsetting Toyokawa Ningko.

"Fine, it's not like I can't play it... I hope you don't make any disgusting noise."

Ningzi clenched her fist, threatening in a cute way.

Otherwise I'd crush you, those two lights are so big... You don't look like a proper piano at all!

"Okay, okay, thank you..."

"Take it for me."

Ningzi lifted Su Shi's hand and grabbed the notebook, turning to the page where she had just written the score.

Various oddly shaped symbols, obscure characters, and musical notes with unclear meanings constitute this special musical score that only Toyokawa Ningko can understand.

"This is a rare opportunity, piano... what's your name again?"

"Su Shi..."

"Piano Su Shi, you must seize this opportunity. If you don't do it, there will be plenty of pianos to do it. I hope you will not let me and everyone else down."

"Okay... I'll cooperate fully..."

With a blush on her face, Su Shi, the pianist, tossed her long brown hair behind her and completely displayed her piano keys to Toyokawa Ningko.

"..."

Several large swastikas appeared above Ningzi's head.

She really wanted to see the piano lamp more!

Piano sets and such are nice, but what I really want are little lights!!!

Even a different brand like Hailing would be fine!!!

"I'm gonna start now."

Upholding her professional ethics, Ningzi pressed her fingers down on the lower abdomen of the piano player.

"Um…"

These are miscellaneous fish.

Her fingers moved quickly, leaving deep and shallow fingerprints in every place that matched Ningzi's vision, from head to toe.

"Wow, the effect is surprisingly good."

It sounds like a great piece of music!

The continuous, intermittent humming of the melody produced a strange springtime scene, a piece that had lost its theme of redemption and healing, leaving only a sense of malice.

"Why... Waaaaah... Why did you have to play 'Spring Shadow'..."

Piano Su Shi covered her face, uncontrollably producing seductive piano music that made people blush.

She could feel that all the keys, from the low register to the high register, were about to explode from Ningzi's unimaginable hand speed.

"I'm going to play 'Haruhi Kage', what's it to you? Besides, which eye of yours could tell it was 'Haruhi Kage'?"

"No, no, no...is that so?"

"This is clearly not it. You can't assume that this is Kasuga Kage just because her tune and lyrics are the same. Aren't you being a bit too condescending?"

"I'm sorry... please... ah! Don't touch the middle register anymore, the keys are really going to be ripped off!"

"I just like playing the piano like this, even if I'm just a nobody."

The continuous sound of a piano emanated from the practice room, echoing in the empty corridor with a strange yet pleasant melody.

The music has varying degrees of emphasis and tempo, as if the performer is punishing the piano.

Chapter 83. Spring Without Shadows

"To be honest, this broken piano is not as exciting as the Emotional Lamp or the Helling Piano."

Ningzi stopped playing and wiped her hands with tissues left by the older students in the room.

The tissue is a little sticky.

"Thank goodness you were just hallucinating, otherwise my fingers would have been all wrinkled from soaking."

With a slight frown, after her interest in the music faded, all that remained in her heart was her discomfort with Nagasaki Motoyo.

"I'm leaving. You can slowly disappear on your own. Be a long-term vegetarian."

She glanced at Su Shi again; her petite face was covered in a thick layer of sweat. The intense physical activity of playing the piano had almost broken her slender waist.

"Okay...you...will come back..."

boom--

Ningzi slammed the door and left, leaving a piano to rot alone in the wind instrument section.

Ningzi didn't care what the piano thought.

Not to mention, it's the piano virtuoso with that face.

"Actually, it's not as interesting as I imagined."

"The main thing is to calm down and think about it. Actually, taking your anger out on the piano and sheet music is really a bit too childish."

It's perfectly reasonable that the scores for Deng and Xiangzi have nothing to do with me.

Living by indulging in one's inner impulses in a self-deceptive way is my consistent style. I am that kind of person, disgusting myself while disgusting others.

Ningzi leaned against the wall, her light steps becoming heavy and her strides becoming sparse.

It's like burying your feet deep in the yellow sand and walking forward in the desert...

Difficult, torturous, slow, painful.

"Although my explanations and self-comfort were very logical, in the end I was just fooling around."

I hate Su Shi and don't want to see her.

It's not entirely because she wasn't Takamatsu Teng that the quirky charm was lost.

The moment you see the piano, Toyokawa Ningko, ask yourself this question from the bottom of your heart.

Is the first emotion that comes to mind really disgust or aversion?

Really? No way.

You were actually feeling fear just now, weren't you?

“I was scared because the other person called out Xiao Xiang’s name instead of Xiao Ning’s.”

But could this hallucination be due to the influence of one's own subjective will? It actually called me Xiao Ning!

But if it were really Motoyo Nagasaki, she definitely wouldn't try to make herself happy like a hallucination would.

After all, Nagasaki Motoyo is an outsider, and outsiders belong to this world, while Toyokawa Neko is not an outsider, and Toyokawa Neko does not belong to this world.

Just like being with Xiangzi, Deng, and everyone else.

Sooner or later, Toyokawa Ningko, who doesn't belong to this world, will die amidst the world's cheers, and then everyone will have a happy and joyful life.

They cannot ignore the negative impact they have on those around them.

She doesn't have any negative thoughts at all; Toyokawa Ningko always speaks her mind and sticks to the facts.

Toyokawa Ningko is very happy to realize that she is a cancer.

"But I don't want to die at all."

"I just want to live happily in this place that's destined to have no place for me. I don't care if you're Piano Su Shi or Piano Hai Ling, you're just a piano. Play with me however I want..."

"I'm going to make you all unhappy but helpless, jumping out and causing trouble every now and then to dirty Mother Earth's eyes..."

Ningzi held the notebook like a stick and flung it haphazardly through the air.

It's like pulling out your own spine and using it as a weapon to rebel against the world.

"Wow, why am I thinking so much about something that should be so happy?"

The corners of his mouth turned up and then down, his eyes squinted and then widened.

It seemed as if it was deliberately preventing the air from knowing whether it was happy or sad.

"I shouldn't be too late, right? If I embarrass the teacher and the lamp, I'll really deserve to die."

I live a guilty life, feeling both happy and incredibly sad.

……

"Teacher, I just had my temperature taken. The doctor said I just have a bad cold."

fake.

"Get well soon. Remember to eat light meals today, Toyokawa-kun."

"Okay."

Never.

Ningzi, carrying the small medicine bag she had gotten from the infirmary, walked back to her seat under the concerned gazes of her lovely female classmates.

Wow, including breaks, it only took half an hour... Wow, half an hour is already incredibly long, I didn't even realize how fast time flew by...

I'm currently in Yuqiu and feel like my time has been sped up or erased. What should I do? Is it because I'm not taking enough medication? Is there any time left? Is there any way to save me? It's urgent.

"Xiao Ning."

As she passed the lamp, Takamatsu called out softly to Ningzi, her voice sweet and cuddly, like a tiny, irresistibly cute piece of cotton candy.

I really want to crush this silly penguin, who doesn't even know how cute he is, into a little pebble.

"Little Lamp, I love you."

Ningzi's fingers, which had touched the piano, brushed against Takamatsu's long hair once more, as if conveying a kind of emotion. Through this gesture, Ningzi was able to alleviate her inner distress and irritability.

Is it useful? Somewhat.

Unfortunately, a lamp is just a lamp; it's never a life-saving medicine.

The so-called "usefulness" is probably like taking medicine—a negligible placebo effect.

Me, really...

Ningzi walked back to her seat. She had come in with a certain flair, but once she returned to her seat in the last row, the feeling of being watched was gone.

In this last row, only the walls and the teacher will always be watching you.

However, Ningzi didn't actually dislike the last row of seats that much...

Ningzi took out her notebook, which had already contained so much information in less than two weeks and was destined to become an important treasure in her life.

Picking up a few well-preserved fragments of genuine sheet music, Ningzi borrowed some tape from the red-haired victim next door. Using the large fragments as a base, she located the approximate position of the sheet music and painstakingly pieced it together on her notebook to create a complete sheet music.

Ningzi took out a black pen again, removed the cap, and wrote the following words under the musical score puzzle: