My sister can't be Ying Li Li

Ritsu came up to him, patted Hanabi's shoulder carelessly, and then looked at the young and beautiful Nine people, his eyes lit up: The quality is good, you are worthy of being a student brought out by Mio-chan.

Teacher Mio? The girls were confused.

She didn't do much to help except correct the singing, Hanabi said.

Little kittens, call me big sister, and I will protect you all here. Lu patted her chest and said, There are several girl groups ahead. I have arranged prime time for you, don't let me down.

Xiong Da, take the newcomers to the reserved dressing room backstage. Lu ordered, and a burly staff member wearing sunglasses came out.

As you command, eldest sister!

Don't say it's Staff-san, I'll believe you even if you say he's from the underworld.

On the way, Hanabi introduced the Live House ecology to everyone: The ticket for this show is 1,000 yen, and you can vote for the performance group you are most satisfied with. Finally, it will be distributed to the performers in the form of reward according to the popularity ranking. Band, Girl groups... In reality, musicians who really pursue their dreams rely on such a meager income. It's not surprising that an unknown idol would ask her boyfriend and family to come over to canvass for votes, although it's a bit shameful...

Hanabi suddenly closed her mouth. Hiding the truly dark things, not wanting to destroy the beauty in everyone's hearts.

The man called Xiong Da looked at Hanabi in surprise and said, Sir, you know a lot about this. Are you from the industry?

Do you think I look like me? Hanabi chuckled.

Xiong Da took one look at the handsome boy with tender skin and tender flesh, shook his head and said, You look like an idol actor.

Nicole's twin ponytails were raised like rabbit ears, and she said happily: You can actually make money? You must not lose now, you must get first place!

I want to hit you with a stack of Fukuzawa Yukichi until you are dizzy, and finally turn it into a forced date... Ahem, I accidentally blackened Nicole in my heart. After all, she is a twintail full of support.

Hanabi hid her dirty thoughts and smiled slightly and said: This is actual combat training. Tonight, let's compete for ranking in the Live House.

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Chapter 170 Dreams are reborn several times

Muse was assigned to a separate dressing room, which shows Ritsu Takai's preferential treatment. Xiong Da, who was leading the way, said goodbye at the door. The venue still needed him to shock the young people.

The girls chatted non-stop and took out the dress and safety pants from the bags they brought, which were the set from The Door of Dreams. They are just ordinary students and cannot make new costumes often. The funds of the society are not enough, so naturally we can save what we can.

Tojo Nozomi unbuttoned her blue plaid skirt, which fell like a piece of rag, revealing her plump thighs and deep purple lace breasts; Hoshizora Rin's hands and feet were faster, humming a happy tune, and opened her top, revealing her petite and exquisite figure. of lower breasts.

This beautiful scenery came into view, triggering Hanabi's association: Is she not old enough to wear a bra, or is it the convenience of having small breasts?

Before the cherry popped out, Hanayo threw himself over to block his view and shouted nervously: Ah, Rin-chan! There are boys here.

Eri stood in front of Hanabi with her hands on her hips like a hen guarding her young, and said angrily: Brother! Is it time for you to go out?

Didn't you take off your clothes too quickly? Hanabi argued in a low voice.

Huh? Eriko's eyes widened.

Xi smiled so hard that her branches trembled: We don't care about being looked at by my younger brother. Besides us... maybe someone is more willing.

Umi, Kotori and Honoka looked embarrassed, not to mention a certain younger brother. There are many traitors in the girls camp.

Don't worry, I'll go out and look out for you. Who told me to be the bodyguard of Muse?

Hanabi didn't look around and went to stand guard outside the door.

Just kidding, it's just a movie about a group of young girls, nothing comparable to the taste of Mio and Shiyu. Well, if he was to say that the sight of someone changing clothes could make him uncontrollable, it was only his sister.

Five minutes later, Hanabi was allowed to enter again. Without a dedicated makeup artist, everything needs to be done by yourself. Eri sat in front of the dressing table and looked at her brother in the mirror, pulling up her long hair and drawing her eyebrows one stroke at a time.

Eri even ignored her own beauty, staring blankly at Hanabi's serious and focused face, the most handsome moment. There was a hint of shyness in my heart.

(It’s me who needs to put on makeup, not my brother. Eri, please wake up!)

Hanabi pinched Eri's chin and said happily: Okay.

At this moment, the woman held in the palm of her brother's hand had dark eyebrows, her pupils were cut by autumn water, her smile was like a summer flower, and the white paper was like the sun. Eri seemed to be in a daze. Is the beautiful girl in the mirror really her?

Eri joked: Muse's makeup artist, your skills are getting better and better, putting girls to shame.

No, she is my sister's exclusive makeup artist. Hanabi smiled lightly.

Rin yelled: Stop, you idiots over there, there are still people waiting in line to put on makeup, nya.

Nicole curled her lips and said, Yeah, who cares? I don't want him to touch my precious twin tails.

The last time we stayed at the beach, the image of being disfigured by fireworks was still vivid in my mind.

Half an hour later, someone knocked on the door to remind him that it was Muse's turn to appear. Hanabi sent the accompaniment tape to the control room in advance, and then it depends on everyone's performance.

The usual one...

The girls folded their hands together, pressed them hard, and said in unison: μ’s, Music...Start!

Then, the nine girls walked towards the end of the passage with brisk steps and awe-inspiring momentum. There was a bright light, and the bright light caused temporary blindness. My vision gradually became clearer, and I saw a crowd of people and a dense darkness, with only the faint light of the fluorescent sticks visible.

As for whether anyone is willing to wave their light sticks in support, it depends on the performance of Muse himself.

Hanabi gently opened the curtain backstage and stared at the girls' backs.

Let me take a look at today's list. Muse... I haven't heard of it. Is it a new team?

Hey, isn't that Nico Yazawa?

Nico-chan!

The audience was full of people, and some people shouted Nicole's name. These days, she has become somewhat famous in the circle.

On the stage, it was the captain who was supposed to be speaking. Honoka responded accordingly, turned around and said with a smile, Nico-chan, do you want to say hello to the fans?

Are you ready? Nicole put on a cold face and suddenly made cute gestures, Niconiconi~

Fans responded enthusiastically: Niconiconi~

Nicole pretended to be dissatisfied and interacted with the audience: No, it's too quiet. Do it again...

The typhoon is very stable, these kids. Ritsu Takai appeared next to Hanabi.

Actually, I'm very nervous inside. Hanabi shook her head and chuckled.

You can see it clearly when you get close. Hanayo and Umi have the weakest psychological qualities and their legs are shaking, so actual combat is necessary. Before this, Muse had almost never seen big events, either recording videos or broadcasting them online, and the biggest ones were just small stages in the school.

Lu laughed loudly: With such a popularity base, other girl groups should be careful.

At this moment, there were countless little idols backstage stamping their feet angrily. Being popularized by the muse means that you will get less salary today, but there is nothing you can do about it. I can only practice dancing harder every day, send out more flyers with a shy face, and resent myself for not being able to become famous.