Zongman: Kulaixiku, resurrection!

Chapter 242 Goto Ili is here!

"We're back...what are you doing?"

Miao Meng had just stepped into the gate of the base and was about to take off the long windbreaker and sunglasses and mask that wrapped her in sweat, and lie down on the sofa to have a good rest for a while before preparing for practice, but she found that not only were her teammates there, but they were also pointing and talking at a magazine, each of them with disbelief on their faces.

Chu Hua had a look of excitement on his face at the moment. He waved to Miao Meng, whose curiosity was aroused, to signal her to come over and watch the show: "Mai Jiang, today's news is super explosive."

Mai-chan...what a tacky nickname, but at least it's cute, so I'll just accept it.

So Miao Meng casually took off her high heels and threw them into the messy pile of shoes of the girls at the door, then walked barefoot to Chuhua and Mana and started studying... Wow, today's news is really explosive.

"Cyeagha and the others... I've interacted with them before," Miao Meng carefully recalled her time in Kawasaki and her previous encounter with Kashiwa Miki. "They're actually quite nice and gentlemanly."

Chuhua and Mana also nodded in agreement. Even though they had just a simple conversation for an hour or two in Kawasaki, they felt that it was indeed comfortable to be with Kashiwa Miki.

"Indeed, he's an old-fashioned gentleman... I think he's the type my mom would really like..."

Then several older ladies who had dealt with Kashiwa Miki began to judge the life and history of Kashiwa Miki and Endless crychic, completely ignoring the fact that this was actually just hype by the magazine.

Moreover, Kashiwa Miki himself is not dead and is still alive and well, so let's put aside some of Endless crychic's historical resolutions for now.

In the end, the mercenary Hai Ling, who had remained silent, was the first to swallow the macaron in her mouth. She wiped her mouth casually with the back of her hand and asked, "Should we ask him what's going on? After all, until now, it's just speculation from outsiders. No one actually knows the truth, right?"

"It's okay, right? Cyeagha-san is very rich anyway, so there's no need to worry about him not being able to afford food or anything."

Xiao Mu was completely indifferent to this. After all, she had single-handedly scolded two bad guys and two idiots who had come to expose Xiao Mu's scars. She was like a lion patrolling her territory. At this moment, Mortis's hands were hot and she looked at everyone as a piece of shit on the roadside that she could kill with one kick...

Of course, if it’s a doctor, Mortis still can’t beat him, but it would be better if the doctor has a lot of troubles and doesn’t have time to bother Mortis and Xiaomu!

Chu Hua thought so too. It was still just speculation until now. It would be better to make a phone call and ask. Maybe he could pry Xiangzi over in advance... Knock on the door?

"Please come in."

The door didn't open. Chu Hua thought he might have misheard, so he scratched his head awkwardly and turned his attention to the message on his phone. After all, he probably hadn't gotten enough rest these days. How about taking a break today? After all, the next live show is on Saturday, which is still some time away...

Hai Ling poked Chu Hua's golden-haired head, her eyes still fixed on the door that seemed closed at the moment: "There really is someone there."

Where is that person, please?

"Hai Ling, just because you have a pretty face doesn't mean you can make tasteless jokes."

"There really is someone," Hai Ling's eyes were firm, and Chu Hua tried his best to refute her but couldn't. "Look, the door is opening."

The door was indeed opening, but its angular velocity was perhaps too slow. In addition, the office was very concerned about the rest of these young ladies, so they lubricated the door bolt every day, so Chu Hua didn't notice that the door was opening at all.

The five girls just stared in silence as the door moved farther and farther away from the door frame, from the spectrophotometer to a visible pink hair poking out.

"Yili, please open the door quickly and don't waste everyone's time."

Hearing Chu Hua's speechless complaints, Yili, who was swaying in the darkness outside the door, quickly stood at attention. He came in holding his electric guitar and effects pedals, and even dragged his luggage. After entering the door, he didn't dare to find a place to sit down. Instead, he hunched his body in the dark and obscene manner among the pile of beautiful girls' shoes. Just looking at this picture, it felt like Yili must have been bullied by the poor kids of the 80s...

But we didn't do anything to Ichiri, Mana smiled helplessly. After thinking it over, she decided to implement donut diplomacy. She opened a box of fresh donuts from the refrigerator and gave one to everyone, including Ichiri.

"Don't be so far away from everyone, come and have a donut!"

"Hey... can you really come in, little one?"

No, so please ask Yili to go back to where you came from immediately - Xiaomu's eyes can accommodate an electric guitar and Yili, but he can't accommodate Yili who left his hometown with his family (? ) and an electric guitar!

However, Xiaomu has almost no say in the family, and his status is almost the same as Mi Jiheng's in Yili's family.

Although theoretically just an average JK of sixteen or seventeen, Sanjiao Chuhua, an artist of the older generation, is very good at managing the team. Except for Miao Meng, who is always scheming to seize power and is unwilling to obey...

In fact, Chuhua doesn't need to worry about this. Mana has been trained by herself. Mana will love cats on her own without anyone urging her.

In short, when it comes to issues of principle such as personnel changes, even the firm dares not act rashly without Chu Hua's approval.

After Yili nibbled the donuts given to him by Queen Mana with a certain trepidation, he paid his respects to everyone in Ave Mujica according to their seniority before humbly asking for instructions:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come here to disturb you all. It's just that the doctor asked me to come here to help. Even if you, Master Chuhua, tell me to leave, I will stay here no matter what. I really can't leave unless the doctor lets me go..."

Everyone actually knew who the doctor was referring to. After all, it was not difficult to find cyeagha's personal information. It was just that Kashiwa Sanhui insisted on using a pseudonym to stir up trouble on the Internet.

Moreover, Baihe Sanhui did not say such arbitrary words, he just asked Yili for help in a nice tone.

Xiao Mu suddenly felt a sense of crisis, and his gaze quietly shifted from Ichiri, who was whimpering in Mana's arms, to the magazine on the table... Could it be true?

It doesn't matter whether it's true or not, but... Mortis is not afraid. Even if it's Ichiri-san who is much stronger than her, Mortis will not let this idiot take Mortis away...

Mortis's? Or Xiaomu's?

No, the band belongs to Xiaomu and Mortis... It's not Mu's, nor Mortis's.

Mu just wanted to help the doctor... No, that's not right! The band forever is what Mu wants, and he doesn't care about other people's business... No, Mu just wanted to help, the doctor needs Mu...

"What's wrong, Xiaomu, are you feeling unwell?"

Hai Ling drank less water today so her voice was hoarse, but not harsh. Instead, it was extremely sexy - this voice woke up Mortis who was struggling with herself... Was it Mortis, or Xiao Mu?

"Ah...it's nothing, Mo...Xiao Mu is a little tired, I want to rest today..."

[Mortis, don't do that...]

Mu's footsteps gradually moved away from the friendly girls. One of them came to the bathroom, faced the mirror, his eyes were confused and dazed, looking at himself in the mirror, his lips opened and closed silently, and he talked to himself silently.

Everyone at Ave Mujica actually cares about Xiao Mu, but it’s a pity that the bathroom is really not very soundproofed.

[Mortis, bad.]

"What are you talking about, Xiaomu? Xiaomu obviously knows nothing..."

[Mortis, bad.]

"I said you don't know anything!"

There seemed to be some breaking sounds coming from the bathroom...but no one cared.

The donuts were delicious, the restaurant was cute, and the bathroom was well-insulated.

Too bad no one cares.